¡Ve y tráemela cuanto antes!" Qiu Haijing rió mientras se alejaba: "No me preocupé por nada." Xiao Mo dijo: "Yo no iré.
No tengo nada en común con ella." Qiu Haijing desapareció silenciosamente.
Pero Meng Guang había otra compañera de viaje, una joven con gorro de zorro.
Qiu Haijing se acercó al teatro del Dios del Fuego y encontró a una hermosa mujer sentada bajo la sombra del vino que fluye como río de un gran viñedo.
Estaba leyendo, y las palabras parecían verdes.
El viento se movía suavemente, creando escenas encantadoras.
Qiu Haijing miró a su alrededor y dijo con el acento del pequeño pueblo: "¡Oh, qué bien!¡En medio de la ciudad tan tranquilo!" Ma Fei cerró el libro y levantó la vista hacia Qiu Haijing.
Dijo con una voz cálida: "Hemos estado separados durante mucho tiempo." Qiu Haijing se tocó la nariz, dijo: "¡No me ocultes nada!¡Ya noto el aroma del vino!" Ma Fei no reaccionó.
El vino o no, ¿tenía importancia para ella?Una maestra de espadas del estadio ascendente no era extraña a Ma Fei.
Qiu Haijing rió: "¡Solo me has asustado!" Qiu Haijing sacudió su mano y dijo: "¡No me atrevo!¡No puedo matarte." Ma Fei suspiró profundamente.
A pesar de estar separadas durante un millón de años, volver a verla era como si no hubieran pasado los siglos.
Qiu Haijing se inclinó sobre la mesa y dijo: "Después de despertarme, solo me siento extraña con todos menos Xiao Mo." Ma Fei rió: "¡Ya te lo dije!" —————— En el norte del Gran Reino Dà Li, en un monte majestuoso, la antigua montaña blanca.
Gu Cuan solo llevaba a su sirvienta con el nombre de primavera, la monja Han Qiao se había ido al Monte Blanco del Imperio Interior.
Rán Xiyang y una joven con chaqueta de algodón junto a ella esperaban a Gu Cuan en un kiosco al borde del camino oficial.
Rán Xiyang miraba a Gu Cuan y a la joven, pero no dijo nada.
Solo se limitó a hacer ruido con la boca.
El niño con nariz larga había madurado, ¡ahora lleva una niña bonita!¿Y si ella le calienta la cama?Recordaba que en su tierra natal, solo podían casarse los hermanos mayores antes de los jóvenes.
Gu Cuan no dijo nada a Rán Xiyang.
Solo saludó con un leve gesto y sonrió: "Gu Cuan del callejón de las botellas sin tapa, aquí te presento a mi futura suegra." La joven llamada Sui Yue rió: "Ahora me llamo Qian Yuqian, pero puedes llamarme Sui Yue amiga." Gu Cuan había dejado una buena impresión.
La sirvienta le hizo una reverencia: "Mi nombre es Lingxian, sirvo a Rán Maestro de la Espada y Sui Amiga." Sui Yue reconoció a Lingxian, pero ella no conocía a Sui Yue.
Rán Xiyang sonrió a la joven que decía ser Lingxian.
No le importaba su linaje o nivel, solo se inclinó y dijo amablemente: "Hemos sido presentados, Lingxian Amiga." Aunque aún no sabía el peligro de la situación.
Rán Xiyang era más agradable que aquel joven monje encubierto.
El joven jefe del Clan Espada de Longquán no era solo un simple guerrero de jade.
Solo con una mirada.
Gu Cuan fue directo al punto.
Sacó un pequeño cajón de su chaqueta y lo lanzó a Rán Xiyang.
Pensando: "Ya cumplí tu pedido." Rán Xiyang sonrió, metió el cajón en su chaqueta y avanzó con paso firme.
Agarró el cuello de Gu Cuan y preguntó: "¿No te costó mucho?" Gu Cuan rió: "¡Deja que me ocupe de eso!" Desde que entraron al Monte Blanco para cultivarse, Gu Cuan nunca había pedido nada a su maestro.
Esto fue una excepción.No podía permitir que Rán Xiyang lo descubriera y le arruinara la oportunidad de ser el padrino y participar en la celebración nupcial.Rán Xiyang preguntó: "¿Y si Meng Guang lo sabe, no?" Gu Cuan dijo fríamente: "¡Veremos!" Rán Xiyang asintió y acarició la cabeza de Gu Cuan.
"¡No te preocupes!¡Eres un buen amigo." Gu Cuan empujó la mano de Rán Xiyang, rió mentalmente: "Sólo fue una pintura, no sé si funcionará bien." Rán Xiyang asintió y le recordó a Gu Cuan: "¡Solo eso, yo lo entiendo mejor!" Gu Cuan se preguntaba mentalmente: "¿Había visto al 'guardián de la eternidad' antes?¡Es una pregunta para mi maestro!"Ruan Xianyang's expression turned serious as he shook his head.
"This isn't the right place to talk about this.
Let’s go to Youyi Peak and discuss it there."Gu Can said, "Now that we have an answer, we don’t need to trouble ourselves so much.
All the Master needs to know is whether that existence still exists or not.
I only handle confirming its presence or absence for the Master.
As for other details, if the Master wants to know more, he will naturally come find you."Ruan Xianyang stretched out his palm and rubbed his chin, "Is City Lord Bai a drinker?Does he have any favored elixirs of immortality?If there are any, help me get a few jars."Gu Can swore in the dialect of their hometown.
According to their style back then, even if they had agreed.Ruan Xianyang held his head with both hands;Gu Can seemed more like a scholar around him.Shuye and Lingyan, who were from the same place, walked behind their respective partners and masters.Ruan Xianyang dijo con indiferencia: "Si yo hubiera estado allí en ese momento, esa patada no habría sido necesaria.
Tu hoja de jacarandá no habría tenido uso."Gu Can replied, "Spouting big talk is your forte."Clearly, Chen already informed Ruan of the fierce battle they met on the road.Perhaps he was worried that Ruan wouldn’t invite himself as a best man?Ruan Xianyang smiled mischievously.
"How far along are you and this sister?"Gu Can sneered, "The same as you and Shuye."Ruan Xianyang felt slightly defeated.
Gu Can had a talent for arguing;back then, even with both of them, they weren’t any better than that annoying little mud ball.
Of course, during that time, the unobtrusive mud ball wasn't much different from Ruan.Gu Can hesitated and said, "I’ll share my guess.
Shuye’s future path to enlightenment might be related to the godly graves in our hometown, the Daoist sect Lingflying Palace's Xiangjun with the Daoist title Dongting, as well as this old peak called Baise Mountain.
As for how they connect and extend further clues, leave it up to you to figure out."Ruan Xianyang nodded, "Mr.
Qi put Lady Yu in our hometown for a reason."He remembered an incident when they had eaten braised duck and dried bamboo shoots at the blacksmith shop together, where Lady Yu mentioned that Jiang Shangzhen had once spoken with her in what seemed like immortal verses.When Ruan Xianyang asked about the specific content, Lady Yu said something about ascending to the blue sky, filling up the deficiencies of a perfect round moon, and white clouds under the moonlight.
She couldn't quite remember the details.This suddenly made the self-proclaimed broad-minded Ruan Xianyang feel dumbfounded.Later, Ruan Xianyang went to Misyang to ask Chen about it and got all the information.Ruan Xianyang suddenly slapped Gu Can, "What’s with Shuye?You’re disrespectful.
Call me auntie!"Gu Can only lowered his head to dodge Ruan Xianyang's attack and turned to smile, "Auntie, do you want to reminisce about the old days in Misyang Lane?It’s quite interesting."Ruan Xianyang laughed loudly and quickly grabbed Gu Can by the neck, lowering his voice.
"Nasal-drip...
Even if we're brothers, how about calling me Brother Gu!"Shuye smiled, "It's Wang Zhu, I know.
Ruan Xianyang used to visit Shuye at Misyang Lane a lot."Gu Can turned and said with a smile, "Auntie already knows?Then there’s nothing more for us to discuss."Ruan Xianyang let go of Gu Can, rubbed his nose, wiped his face, and stared ahead.
"What use is this Sword Immortal realm and my position as the sect master?"Before Gu Can could tease him, Ruan Xianyang grabbed him by the back and patted him on the cheek with a quick move.When Gu Can cursed in their hometown dialect, he was about to retaliate, but Ruan Xianyang had already sped away using his sword technique.Gu Can thought for a moment but didn’t follow.In their youth, it always played out like this.Nasal-drip, don’t cry.
Come, wipe your face with my sleeve.A loud fart sound followed by a slap.
He clapped his fist and patted the small Nasal-drip on the cheek.Back then, they were young and had been through many tough times.The child always cried loudly, and someone consoled him, saying that everything would be fine;he could still retaliate against Ruan Xianyang after he ran away laughing.Cada vez que subían o descendían una montaña o un río, el fruto de todas estas aventuras siempre terminaba en las manos tanto de Ruan Xianyang como del niño con la nariz pendiente.Ruan Xianyang wasn’t ever a miser.Otherwise, why was that little mud ball so easy to get along with when he and Ruan Xianyang were both at Misyang Lane?In Dali Capital, after leaving the Military Department office in Keji, Chen was still pondering something.
Ruan Xianyang, whose given name was Hongyi.Según el "Libro de Análisis de Caracteres", en ciertos poemas o escritos, y dentro del campo de los estudios Jinshi, los caracteres "Shěn" (shen) y "Sumergido" (chen) podrían ser intercambiables.Since his surname was Ruan and his given name was Xianyang, he naturally needed a pen name that complemented his name.Ruan Xianyang's gaze shifted towards the door.
He recalled how, back then, with a burst of anger, when he was working in the Personnel Department and had different opinions from the State Master Cuisan, Ruan Xianyang resigned immediately.
He smashed his official hat on the ground, resulting in that famous saying, "Get lost, foreigner!"Later, it was Cuisan who personally brought him to the Military Department office.
Before entering the room, Cuisan paused and asked Ruan Xianyang if he had made up his mind.
As a scholar without wielding a sword or wearing armor, wanting to sit firmly in this position would be difficult.Ruan Xianyang said that as long as Master State Cuisan guaranteed him one thing: the soldiers wouldn’t enter the room with their knives and cut him, then he could manage the military department well.As fellow Dali State masters and fellow disciples, Chen was still young compared to Senior Brother Cuisan;ha!He was far behind.Compared to the heroic Black Swallow, it seemed like he was bullying them.
Pfft, who cares about that?It’s because you, Chen, are sitting in that chair today!I’m not going to compare myself with Cuisan, so why bother comparing myself with Ruan?But speaking of which, upon seeing Chen today, the old man didn’t feel disappointed.The old official walked over to his desk and stopped.
He rubbed his eyes and squinted to confirm he wasn't hallucinating.Because there was now a simple jade seal with a dragon-shaped handle on his desk.Ruan Xianyang slowly approached it without rushing to pick it up, keeping his hands behind his back as he looked closely at the inscription.The text of the inscription was two sentences: "Saints and sages have said that scholars should be strong-willed.
A historical record mentions a general’s seal being given to a prince."The signature at the bottom read:"Dali Chen Xianyang emulated an ancient general's seal, with Mr.
Hongyi teaching me on correctness."Ruan Xianyang smiled and nodded;it was quite good.The old official wasn’t particularly surprised or thrilled.
Throughout his life, he had read countless books, filled with many great sentences...
Yes, this kind of flattery, but how could one call it flattering?It must be sincere praise.Then Ruan Xianyang picked up the seal and looked at its signature.
After a moment’s hesitation, the old man finally put it back on the desk after adjusting it slightly.
He stared silently for a long time before picking it up again to examine it carefully.Finally, he placed the seal back on the table and glanced towards the door and the chair.Cuisan and Chen, they were indeed fellow disciples.As a scholar heading the Military Department of Dali State, Ruan Xianyang couldn’t ask Cuisan about certain matters.How am I doing as this Minister of Military Affairs?The seven-character inscription at the bottom was like an answer from Cuisan.A scholar here is a hero.