Chapter 533 Snow Mountain Heavenly Road
Wen Weilan had just come back, and when he saw this man and the token on his waist, his heart became clear.
"My father came suddenly. What instructions do I have?" She said calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
Wen Siyuan's face returned to its original appearance. Upon hearing Wen Weilan's words, his thick black eyebrows wrinkled.
"Father? Do you still recognize me as your father?"
Wen Weilan smiled lightly, but there was a hint of irony in the smile. He gently flicked his sleeves and sat down, glancing over coldly: "I thought it was my father who disowned me first."
This sentence pierced Wen Siyuan's heart like a needle.
His face changed slightly, but he had nothing to say. He could only lower his face and snorted coldly: "You are becoming more eloquent. I thought you were playing with some hidden lines and doing some small tricks outside. You can really fight against me? You are too young, Weilan."
"I am not fighting against you, I hope you can see clearly." Calm, with steady eyes, "On the other hand, you don't seem to know whether you are following the right person or not."
After hearing this, Wen Siyuan's face instantly darkened, and his voice was as low as thunder: "You think you are smart? You are just trying to steal the skin of a tiger! And whatever you do outside, you can’t get out of my hands no matter what!”
At the end of his words, his voice suddenly stopped, as if there was something unexplainable stuck in his throat.
"Oh, the palm of your hand?" Wen Weilan sneered, "You are just a puppet who can't help himself."
Looking at Wen Siyuan's increasingly darker expression, Wen Weilan sneered. Wei Lan didn't even take it seriously and said softly He said: "My son is riding on your head instead, and I feel like you, how do you feel?"
This sentence is like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Wen Siyuan's heart, but it also explains one thing The thing——Wen Weilan knows!
A look of shock flashed in his eyes, and before he could speak, Wen Weilan said again: "However, you shouldn't care, you only think about the glory of the family."
"But I have never thought about it, is it the Wen family or the Li family now?"
"What else do people want? Do you really know?"
"Who is the most important person? Father, you know it very well, right?”
Every word, step by step, hit Wen Siyuan’s pain point.
His fists were clenched, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "Wen Weilan! I'm not here to argue with you today. I'm here to warn you - you will be the most important person tomorrow. Don’t get mixed up! The further away from Chang’an, the better!”
Wen Weilan was startled, but quickly recovered, and sneered: "Are you afraid that I will make meritorious deeds and compete with your son, oh no, father?"
Another sarcasm.
Wen Siyuan took a deep breath, did not refute, and whispered: "Wei Lan, tomorrow's matter is definitely not something you can interfere with. The National Academy is no longer suitable for you, and the matter of Qingyun Pavilion is even more meaningless. . Why are you so stubborn?"
"Don't let yourself go. There is a way out, but in the end it will hurt the people around me!"
"Who will I hurt?" Wen Weilan raised his eyebrows slightly and responded calmly, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, nor the Wen family. , the man in the palace, your father, even less.”
Wen Siyuan was even more irritated by her words. He waved his sleeves and lowered his voice: "Do you have to do this? Every sentence is thorny!"
Wen Weilan sneered: "I just know that I should What to do instead of being pushed around.”
The air was filled with tension as the two faced off against each other.
Wen Siyuan stared at his daughter with complicated feelings, while Wen Weilan was as calm as ever, without any wavering.
Wen Siyuan was silent for a moment, and finally his eyes turned cold, and he whispered: "Bless yourself."
He turned around and strode towards the door, paused for a moment, and then said coldly: "That... meddling Liu Sheng beside you can't escape. Today is a game against her. Even after today, there will still be tomorrow. "
After that, he walked away with helplessness and anger in his back.
……
Snowy mountain road.
A miraculous path as given by the gods.
The heavenly road winds between the snow-capped mountains and the mainland. The ice and snow are pure, like ribbons woven with silver. The radiance of the divine face shines on the ice crystals, reflecting the dreamy rainbow brilliance.
On one side of the road, there are snow-capped peaks stacked like knives, majestic and like the backbone of heaven and earth. On the other side is the mist-shrouded abyss, which is endlessly dark, oppressive, mysterious, and daunting.
Ice and darkness, day and abyss, are clearly distinct. Walking on this road feels like walking in a holy realm at the junction of heaven and earth, which is awe-inspiring.
No one knows why the Heavenly Road is not invaded by the mist. Everyone can only attribute it to a gift from God and respectfully call it the "Heavenly Road".
On the heavenly road, monks from the four countries were walking one after another.
The training conference is over, and those who are not qualified to train on the snowy mountains will naturally go back to their homes.
On this day, a barbecue stall was set up on the side of the Tianlu, beside the abyss of the sea.
The meat sizzles on the hot flames, and the aroma of the roasted fat rises. When the various spices are stimulated by the fire, the fragrance spreads thousands of miles.
"Mei Yuanzheng, your skills are really amazing!" A monk from Mobei jumped off his horse, rubbing his hands, his eyes full of expectation.
Hearing this, Meiyuan smiled and flipped a few skewers of barbecue from the shelf. The firelight reflected on his face, which made him look rosy, like a spring breeze.
He shook the spice bottle in his hand and lightly sprinkled a layer of fine powder, and the aroma suddenly became stronger.
“Want to eat?” Mei Yuanzheng asked.
Of course the monk from Mobei was confused, and his companions got off their horses one after another, gathered together, and stared at him.
It’s freezing cold on this day. If you can have a bite of hot barbecue and a sip of strong wine, that would be a great thing in life.
Not far away, there was an aggrieved cry: "Mei Yuanzheng, we Tang people have no intention of giving this kebab to outsiders!"
The speaker was Ji Nan, a great scholar of the Tang Dynasty. He was guarding the table, holding a few skewers of barbecue in his hand, as if he was afraid of being snatched away.
"Yes, friends from Mobei, aren't you also the best at barbecue? Why are you focusing on our food today?" Another Tang Guo scholar joked, causing other Tang Guoyan cultivators to burst into laughter.
“Oh, the seasoning of our Mobei barbecue is not as fancy as yours, nor is it as fine as your techniques...” The Mobei monk scratched the back of his head and showed an embarrassed smile.
Mei Yuan was so happy with the praise that he smiled and gave them a handful of freshly grilled meat skewers.
The monks in Mobei sat happily on the spot, eating meat and drinking wine, but the bachelors in Tang State looked sad and had to wait for the next batch of meat.
Just as he was talking, a dark-skinned and fit woman stepped out of a huge ship walking on the snow.
She was dressed slightly coolly and was not afraid of walking in the ice and snow. She just said: "Mei Yuanzheng, you are not honest, you don't wait for us to make delicious food! I'm afraid we don't have a grudge to compete with you for the crystal." Stone mine, right? "
This is the leader of Xuanzhou - Zhuona, who always speaks directly and harshly.
Mei Yuanzheng shook his head and said: "On the road to heaven, there are no distinctions between the four countries, so how can you hold grudges for this?"
So Zhuona smiled and said directly: "That's perfect, Mei Yuanzheng, grill some skewers for us."
With a wave of her hand, she immediately took out a few plates of Xuanzhou's specialty seafood, shrimp, Crabs and mussels are all available. "These are the specialties of our Xuanzhou, just right to share them with everyone."
When the Tang Guoyan monks saw it, they all coveted it.
Yan Laiye's eyes lit up and he murmured: "I want to eat grilled shrimp..."
Ji Nan also said: "The grilled scallops are the most delicious, with garlic, green onion and chili. ..." As he spoke, he swallowed.
As a result, the Xuanzhou people who were warmly accepted by the Tang people got off the boat one after another, took out their rattan mats and sat aside to wait.
While talking, even the monks from Lingqiu came.
One after another tied their green donkeys aside, and even took out tables and chairs to wait aside.
He also enthusiastically took out the local specialty plump snakes and insects, saying they were suitable for grilling, but the crawling and squirming posture made many people's scalp numb.
But Mei Yuanzheng did not reject anyone who came, and his eyes were shining brightly. He swallowed: "You are all good things!"
Jinhua, the leader of Lingqiu, smiled and said: "This is natural. Since we are here, we must share it together!"
As a result, the barbecue stall in Meiyuanzheng was officially opened, and it was noisy outside. There were almost a hundred people sitting there.
The almost full moon in the sky makes those who are still on the road feel a bit of the excitement of reunion on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.