Chapter 242 Persuasion (Second update)
Mo Shiyao walked to the cobblestone path beside the pond, looked at the mandarin ducks playing in the pond, and raised her hand.
"Sister Han, look at these two mandarin ducks, they are opposite each other. You and King Nanjing have never met each other, and you have been entrusted with him for the rest of your life. Do you think you will be happy in the future?"
"You don't need to say anything. I have been in the Han family since I was a child, and I have realized this for a long time. Some personal emotions are nothing."
Under the light, Han Ruyan's side face looked like jade on a white wall, with a face that was exquisite and indifferent. Her expression was as indifferent as water, and neither sadness nor joy could be seen.
For the Han family, Prince Nanjing, the powerful prince in Jingzhou, was the best marriage partner and the key to whether the Han family could rise again.
If you want to regain a high position in the temple, the support of King Nanjing is extremely important.
For this reason, even if one's own daughter is given away for marriage, everyone in the Han family will approve it.
Han Ruyan had known her destiny for a long time. She was born in a prestigious family like the Han family. She had enjoyed all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, silks and satins since she was a child. The price of the gifts of fate had long been secretly marked. It was time for her to return the marriage.
"If you want to change the fate of the Han family, only once you reach the Daotai realm can you truly help the family."
Yu Wenjing chuckled lightly, and said slowly with an indomitable domineering attitude: "Instead of relying on others as a backer, why not become the backer of the family yourself. The influence and pressure that a Taoist realm can bring, Miss Han, you It should be very clear.”
These words shocked Han Ruyan's heart and she couldn't help but look at Yu Wenjing.
The Han family can be considered a family of practitioners. The original ancestor also accompanied the founding emperor of the Dali Dynasty on his expeditions in the north and south, leaving behind many spiritual books. However, the family later became lonely and many things were sold and lost.
Nowadays, among the clan members who practice in the Han Mansion, there is no secret realm anymore. Most of them are either studying hard to gain fame or doing business. The number of clan members who focus on cultivation is very small, and most of their cultivation levels are not very good.
But this doesn't mean that Han Ruyan doesn't understand the horror of practitioners in the Taoist realm.
If placed in the sect, it would be the supreme elder and sect master level combat power.
Putting it in a big cultivation family, that is the strength that only the ancestor can have.
Even in the Dali Dynasty, the government is now in ruins and talents are withering. If a Daotai level person wants to become an official in the Dali Dynasty and serve for the Dali Dynasty, he can easily hold an important position above the second rank.
Seeing that Han Ruyan was a little shaken, Yu Wenjing continued: "My Guanchao Pavilion is the largest sect in Qingzhou. There are many strong people in the sect. Miss Han has joined us. I dare not say anything else. King Nanjing will never dare to trouble you. . As for the Han family, my clan I am willing to recruit a group of young talents to join the sect to practice together. Even if the Han family is completely in ruins in the future, these clan members will be able to reopen their branches and rebuild a more glorious family. "
It has to be said that Yu Wenjing's words are full of temptation. With just a slight nod, he can fly into the Immortal Sect and become a key disciple, and the children of the family can also benefit from it.
"This matter has placed my parents' expectations on me, and I have disappointed a few of them. I have made up my mind."
Han Ruyan finally shook her head. She was about to get married to Prince Nanjing. If she regretted the marriage at this time, it would be no less than slapping Prince Nanjing in the face, a powerful prince, and would also severely offend him.
She herself was able to enter the Immortal Sect and ignore the smoke and clouds of the world.
But the Han family will definitely be suppressed everywhere, let alone return to the temple, which is my father's lifelong wish.
A group of sect disciples around him were silent. They didn't expect this woman to have such a strong mind.
At this time, a group of people were visiting the viewing room, approaching the front hall area, and heard faint noises.
"What's going on ahead?"
Han Ruyan asked a servant.
"Back to the eldest lady, there are those talented and righteous people who came to take the exam. They said they want to solve the current dilemma of mysterious deaths in the mansion. The master and the others are also in the front hall."
The servants replied repeatedly, glancing at this gorgeous young lady. Unfortunately, she would marry Prince Nanjing in a few days and would never be seen again.
"Everyone, are you interested in coming forward and taking a look?" Han Ruyan found an excuse to avoid the previous topic.
"Then let's go and see it together."
Mo Shiyao smiled lightly and walked side by side with Han Ruyan.
The group came to the front hall and found many people gathered here.
There were a dozen or so capable people in different costumes, as well as the Han family's servant Hu Yuan, and several elders of the clan.
"Like smoke!"
A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and holding a folding fan looked over.
His brows were furrowed and he looked very worried. He was walking in the courtyard as if he was thinking about something.
He is Han Ruyan's father, the contemporary head of the Han family, Han Jinghuan.
"Dad, I'll come over here with these young heroes from the Immortal Sect."
Han Ruyan walked in lotus steps and smiled in front of Han Jinghuan.
"Uncle Han, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Mo Shiyao Shi Ran came over, smiled and nodded.
Miaoyin Temple is not far from Dongsheng City, and the owner of the temple, Si Xinying, and the Han family are somewhat in love.
"It turns out to be Miss Mo. Your master is still fine."
Han Jinghuan stroked his beard, gently shook his folding fan and spoke.
"My master is currently participating in the war to siege Guiling Palace. He has no time to spare and has asked me to come and help deal with this crisis in Han Mansion."
Mo Shiyao spoke very politely. Although her main purpose of coming here this time was for Han Ruyan, she would not say that.
"Uncle Han, most of the knowledge these applicants have learned is trivial. If you rely on them, I'm afraid there is no hope."
Yu Wenjing looked at the courtyard. The so-called capable people and strangers who were performing hard were basically unskilled cultivators. Their methods were nothing more than palm thunder, painting the ground as a prison, hiding from the earth, and summoning rain. , avoid evil, ask hexagrams and other heresy.
This is good, some people are not even casual cultivators, they are just people in the martial arts world. What they have learned is only a few fists, feet, swordsmanship and other skills. There are even charlatans who rely solely on deception to fool people and cannot get into his eyes at all.
"Nephew Yuwen, my family is restless now. I don't know what kind of disaster we are suffering from. People die suddenly and strangely day and night. Regardless of the reason, I have to try something. The payment is only a small amount of money, which is nothing."
Han Jinghuan shook his head and did not comment on Yu Wenjing's words.
"If Uncle Han doesn't mind, we can also help. I don't dare to say anything else. Whether it's demons or thieves, we have so many famous disciples here, we won't let it go, and we will help You get to the bottom of it.”
Yu Wenjing cupped his hands and said confidently that he planned to use roundabout tactics to show favor to the Han family first and solve the Han family's crisis, and then he would be more confident in persuading Han Ruyan.
"That's good."
Han Jinghuan's face was filled with joy. With the help of these decent disciples, he thought that the disaster in the house would be easily solved.
(End of chapter)