After the Chu State was defeated, the Qi army did not simply leave.
They rewarded people according to their merits and burned, killed and looted in the imperial city. By the time this group of robbers left, the entire Shangjing was already in ruins.
In such a war, it is always the people who suffer.
The Chu State was established hundreds of years ago, and several generations ago it was also a great power that dominated the Central Plains. The people naturally have deep feelings for their homeland. Many able-bodied men volunteered to join the army, and all died on the night the city was broken. The elderly sent off the young, and the corpses piled up in the moat, with no end in sight.
The refugees fled all the way from the former site of the Chu State to the border, starving and in tattered clothes, just to seek a shelter.
Ling Yun, who had just joined the Taiyan Sect, was kind-hearted and could not bear to see the people being displaced, so he sneaked down the mountain and stayed in a small town on the border to help these hungry and homeless people from his homeland.
People should not forget their roots. Even if he embarks on the road to immortality, he will always be the crown prince of Chu. Although he is not the king, the crown prince must also be responsible for his subjects.
During the day, Ling Yun had to practice sword skills and rarely went down the mountain. He could only rush over at night using a flying magic weapon.
He had already exchanged spirit stones for food and a lot of small change at the foot of Taiyanzong Mountain, and quietly put them in a small cloth bag, stuffed with a strip of cloth commonly tied by the Chu people, and placed them in front of the refugees' doors one by one.
As time went by, the refugees who fled to the small town learned that there was such a great philanthropist from the Chu State who helped them. Some of them were so moved that they stayed behind to express their gratitude in person.
On the day the country was destroyed, the palace gates were tightly closed. Many prominent families and ministers heard the news and fled overnight. Compared with the refugees, they could ride in carriages, which was much more comfortable.
It was fate. After leaving Shangjing, the carriage that had been wandering for a year or so opened its curtains, revealing the elderly face of the Chu State Crown Prince's tutor.
When the Grand Tutor heard that someone was helping the Chu people, he stayed here for a few more days. Unexpectedly, after seeing the figure of the young man in white clothes under the moonlight, he burst into tears, stumbled off the carriage, knelt on the ground, and choked up and shouted "Your Highness the Crown Prince". Only then did the refugees who were watching and thanking him know who the person they were surrounded by knew. So they knelt down on the ground, shouting "Your Highness" and kowtowed, saying that God had a vision and that the Crown Prince had become a god.
Facing the people of his former homeland, the young man in white who was surrounded in the middle also took off the cold mask he had put on in the past. His eyes became red as he sang the folk songs of Chu. He hurriedly helped the tutor up and bowed to him in the moonlight.
Not far away, the Chu people who heard the news came with torches in their hands, almost blocking the streets of the town. It was unknown who shouted the slogan of "Recovering the Homeland" like a tide, one after another, and the cold wind blew their singing into pieces.
Qian Yuexi held the incense burner under the dead tree and watched the scene quietly.
The prince of Chu was the kindest, and he had always been sympathetic to the people. Because the late emperor was sick and bedridden for many years, he started the training of the crown prince at an early age.
Ten years ago, Qian Yuexi ran into him in the palace after school, and asked the palace servants to send the uneaten food to the old street of Shangjing, and asked his subordinates to open a porridge shop in the suburbs, where free porridge could be obtained every day. Now, even though the country is destroyed and the family is ruined, there are still people who miss him. It's a pity that when you embark on a journey of cultivation, you have to cut off all worldly ties, and your homeland is just a dream after all.
The purple aura emanating from the young man was so strong that it almost overshadowed the bright moon in Qian Yuexi's eyes.
He suddenly remembered another purpose of his trip down the mountain.
—Searching for the Destiny Child.
The Tianji Sect has two supreme treasures. One is the Tianji Disk which can only be used by the Sect Master who has practiced the Tianji Sect’s skills, and the other is the Tianwen Sword.
Of the two, the Heavenly Secret Disk has very strict restrictions and has no offensive or defensive functions. The second item is a treasure bestowed by Heaven, prepared for the Son of Destiny.
What exactly is the Child of Destiny? This is a very suspenseful question.
Because it was also the first time that Tianji Sect received such instructions from the Heaven to go into the world to search.
What we can know is that as long as one holds the Heavenly Sword, the Son of Destiny will be the darling of Heaven, and will have smooth sailing and rise to the top, gathering luck with the Heavenly Treasure.
It is precisely because of this that the candidate must be both virtuous and talented, have a treasured talent, have a kind but not overly kind heart, not be too extreme and strong in character, and have a strong sense of responsibility for the rise and fall of the country.
Finally, the candidates can only be selected from the world of cultivation, and their original luck cannot be too bad. After all, the Heavenly Treasure mainly plays a role in increasing luck. If the forehead is originally black, it will be difficult for them to take on the important task even if they get the Heavenly Sword.
When all these conditions were added together, a figure naturally emerged in Qian Yuexi's mind.
But he was a little hesitant.
Nothing is given for nothing. When the heavens give great opportunities abnormally, they must pay more. Just like the little prince, surrounded by purple air, he still couldn't restore his old dream of his homeland.
Whenever Qian Yuexi thought of this, she would think of the boy's eyes like stars. So after such hesitation, this matter was delayed indefinitely.
What he didn't expect was that a few years later, the young man accidentally broke into the natural maze of Tianshan Mountain. The moment he stepped into the Tianji Gate, the Tianwen Sword placed on the altar shone brightly, trembling incomparably, and faintly revealed excitement.
Qian Yuexi just remembered that, under very rare circumstances, the Heavenly Treasure could choose its own owner.
The sect leader in white clothes and purple eyes gently picked up the exhausted and unconscious boy, frowning slightly.
Too light.
The young man had a relaxed look and long, slender limbs, like a tall pine or bamboo tree. When he fell into the man's arms, he seemed to weigh very little.
Qian Yuexi brought him back to the hall, hesitated for a moment, and did not turn around and leave. Instead, he took off the boy's outer clothes, sat cross-legged in meditation, and regulated the disordered meridians and true qi in his body.
What does it mean for a great man at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Stage to personally use up his spiritual energy to help a Foundation Establishment Stage disciple sort out his meridians
In short, Qian Yuexi not only helped him repair the hidden injuries on his body, but also helped the young man form a golden elixir and fed him the elixir.
The leader of the Tianji Sect, who had never dressed anyone before, clumsily helped the young man put on his clothes and fastened his waist buckle. When he left, he took a deep look at the young man lying on the bed, and finally made up his mind to let Tianyi hold the box containing the Tianwen Sword and guard outside the door.
"Take him out of Tianshan directly, and don't come to see me again."
After he finished speaking, he stood far away on the top of the mountain, watching the young man wake up and leave Tianshan.
Qian Yuexi couldn't find anyone more suitable than Ling Yun to be the child of destiny. Or rather, after he saw Ling Yun, all the options that could be considered viable became non-viable.
Later, although the leader of the Tianji Sect did not often go out into the world, he had been silently paying attention to the movements of the first disciple of the Taiyan Sect.
The young man was already blessed with great fortune, and with the Heavenly Sword in his possession, he was even more powerful. His luck was against the sky, and he was rising in the world of cultivation like a dragon.
He was like a shining star, eclipsing the brilliance of all the proud sons of the same generation, becoming the most eye-catching one. It was indeed as Qian Yuexi expected, with a smooth journey, rising straight up, and climbing the ladder to heaven. Even with his fame, he knew the vastness of the universe, and still pitied the green grass and trees, and never had any thoughts of being arrogant and extravagant.
The last news was that Lingyun Sword Master had emerged from an ancient secret realm, entered the stage of tribulation, and was preparing for his ascension in Taiyan Sect.
After becoming an immortal, one will transcend the five constants of heaven and ascend to the upper realm, achieving the status of an immortal that no one has ever achieved since ancient times.
Qian Yuexi believed more than anyone else that Ling Yun could become an immortal, but she had a vague ominous premonition in her heart that could not be dispelled.
At his level, premonitions usually become reality.
So that night, he took out the Tianji Disk which he had not used for a long time, and spent the whole night calculating on the altar in the snow.
—Very bad luck, death hexagram.
There is no need to say more about what happened later. Even at the cost of his eyes and legs, the hexagram could not be reversed.
For many, many years, Qian Yuexi would think, when he thought carefully, he and Ling Yun had never spoken a single word to each other, so why was he like a madman, trying his best to change the hexagram
At first, he thought it was guilt.
I felt guilty for handing him the Heavenly Treasure, otherwise there wouldn't be anything like what happened next. And with his good fortune, it wouldn't be difficult for the young man to become an immortal, or even leave his name in history. Sometimes, in the dead of night, Qian Yuexi would even feel like the murderer who brought about this ending, and the fuse that started it all.
The young man’s glance was so charming and graceful, no one’s eyes were clearer than those, sweeping away all the light and engraving it deeply into his eyes.
And now, Qian Yuexi discovered it.
Even without the reputation of Lingyun Sword Master and the glory of the favored child of heaven, everything has disappeared in time.
What he saw was still the young man in white with pure eyes and eyebrows.
Perhaps, things have been beyond our control since the first sight, but it has taken thousands of years to recall them, and only now that we meet again do we realize a little.
Sect leaders of all generations have faced fateful disasters, and even a divine figure like Qian Yuexi could not avoid that word.
The night sky was silent for a very long time. The people who were lighting lanterns on the river in the distance left in twos and threes. The last ray of sunset glow disappeared, and the bright moon descended with numerous stars, leaving behind the noise of lights fading away on the river.
After such a long time, Zong Ci naturally regained his composure. He looked at the afterglow from afar and suddenly heard a man's voice as gentle as broken jade.
"It's a cold night with heavy dew, so it's better to go home early."
Does this mean you want to invite him back to the main peak
Zong Ci hesitated for a moment and refused in a low voice, "Master, please go back first. I have something else to complete."
He looked up and saw Qian Yuexi's frowning brows, so he explained, "An old friend invited me to a date."
Zong Ci thought for a long time and decided to go to Ling Chou's appointment.
After all, Ling Chou's pleading words that day still made him a little concerned. In hundreds of years of companionship, he had never seen Ling Chou so depressed.
Zong Ci couldn't understand it. He had clearly devoted himself to his junior brother and had never been biased. It was not an illusion that they were friendly and respectful to each other. With Lingyun Sword Master's perception, it was impossible for him to not be able to distinguish between a person's sincerity and falsehood.
But Ling Chou did just that and put drugs in the wine.
For thousands of years, Zong Ci could not help wondering why this happened. But after his rebirth, he figured it out and was no longer obsessed with the why. Since things were already a foregone conclusion, there was no need to recall it and it was meaningless.
But the trouble is, Ling Chou already knows his true identity. If he doesn't go to the appointment, Ling Chou has this bargaining chip, and he will never have a peaceful life.
The reason why Zong Ci made up his mind to keep the appointment was very simple. He wanted to make things clear with Ling Chou and completely cut off all the things in his past life.
Hearing the young man say this, Qian Yuexi understood everything in his heart as if it were a mirror.
The man hesitated for a moment, then folded his fingers, "It's getting late, please be careful when walking."
He didn't know what to say, and couldn't say anything, so he could only fall into an embarrassing silence.
After a while, the leader of Tianji Sect sent a message to Tianyi, who took out a brocade box and walked forward.
Facing the young man's puzzled look, Qian Yuexi explained, "You are not in good health. I was negligent last time. This contains the finished pills. Take one pill every day before going to bed. Be sure to take it on time."
Zong Ci was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, "The medicine prescription that the Sect Master gave me last time was already precious enough, how can I have the nerve to accept this medicine again."
"... ... I thought,"
Qian Yuexi's voice suddenly lowered, and a hint of depression appeared on her brows, "We are already friends."