Chapter 117 Some Old Guys
What happened back then was a taboo.
Even after many years, the two of them still didn't want to mention it directly.
People like them, once they have made a choice,
will never regret it.
Even if they were wrong, they were still thinking about how to put the matter on the right track
rather than denying their original choice.
They will only look at the mistakes they made along the way, which led to the current mess.
Wei Zhengdao stood up, walked to Kou Zhong, and whispered: "Kou Zhong, I don't know martial arts, I only know a little bit about how to nourish qi and keep fit. Please tell me the truth and practice martial arts. To the extreme, can you really live forever?”
“Immortality?” Kou Zhong looked up at Wei Zhengdao.
"You don't believe it, but Your Majesty believes that as long as you practice martial arts to the extreme, you can break through the shackles of the body, become immortal, and leap into immortality!" Wei Zhengdao smiled bitterly: "Hasn't he been busy with this thing over the years?"< br>
"Those stinky old masters deceived Your Majesty for their own selfish purposes. Sooner or later I will kill them and tear down their mountain gates!" Kou Zhong said angrily.
"Manpower will eventually be exhausted, we all know this!" Wei Zhengdao sat down again: "But these Taoists have been refining the elixir over the years, and after Your Majesty took it, it did have an effect. I heard that Your Majesty We have reached the peak of the innate world, and we will reach the realm of the Immortal Movement.”
The muscles on Kou Zhong’s face twitched a few times: “You have to kill the goose to get the eggs, and your majesty has already blocked himself by not listening to my unfaithful advice!” On the road to martial arts, wandering as a wandering spirit, right?"
Wei Zhengdao pursed his lips and seemed to be unable to smile.
"It must be a national event that the two of us come together. In the past few years, His Majesty would come out to see us immediately. In the past few years, the time we have to wait has become longer and longer. Nothing happens. Kou Zhong, you and me Let me talk about innate wanderings and so on. It will also relieve my boredom. I know you were just a little bit worse back then!"
The expression on Kou Zhong's face changed, and the past flashed into his mind like smoke. He is prosperous now, but years have passed by.
"I told you, how much do you understand?" He sighed: "In the innate realm, the manipulation of the true energy in the body is meticulous and superb, but in the final analysis, what is used is still oneself What he has is that he can compress and refine the original power to the extreme. His body can only bear one hundred kilograms originally, but after compression, it can bear five hundred kilograms, and he has great control over his power. It is different. Those who can exert 100% or even 120% of their power. Those below the innate level can exert 70% or 80% of their power. However, when they reach the Immortal Ascension Realm, they are incompatible with this world. Having formed a common ground, you can mobilize the infinite power of heaven and earth for your own use. There is indeed a huge difference between the two. I just had some insights back then, and then stopped suddenly, and I can no longer make any progress. In recent years, it has been so. It’s all about struggling to survive!”
Wei Zhengdao gasped: “How did you defeat that woman back then?”
“You just took advantage of others’ danger! "Kou Zhong said with an expressionless face: "The woman was about to give birth to a baby at that time, so she fell into trouble. But even so, we were almost all dead."
"How do you think that woman at such a young age could practice martial arts to such an extent?" Even after so many years, Wei Zhengdao still found it difficult to understand.
Kou Zhong was silent for a moment and said: "Sometimes you have to admit that some people are really favored by God. They are God's favorites."
After saying this, he Suddenly he sneered: "But so what? Even if she is God's favorite, she will not die in our hands in the end. I believe that man can defeat God and Wei Zhengdao. We won back then, and we will win this time. ”
Seemingly infected by Kou Zhong’s momentum, Wei Zhengdao also felt a little more inspired.
“Of course we can win!”
The two looked at each other, with a slight smile on their faces, as if they had returned to the tacit understanding they had when they worked together to do great things decades ago.
Over the years, the two have reached the highest status in the world, but they have become estranged. On many occasions, their political views have been even more contradictory, causing a lot of unhappiness.
As the head of the legitimate officials, Wei Zhengdao has a deep contempt for institutions like Heibingtai. Of course, his contempt is accompanied by fear.
It was only because Kou Zhong was still in charge that he believed that Black Ice Terrace would still have a certain bottom line. However, the only people who could maintain this bottom line were those who truly belonged to Black Ice Terrace.
Beyond Chang'an, it is difficult to say Luo.
The sound of footsteps came to my ears, and a eunuch appeared outside the gate, bowed and whispered: "Prime Minister, Dayin, your Majesty invites you!"
Wu De led the horse and stood under a pine tree, He looked at the manor not far away with some embarrassment.
The winding path made of cobblestones of different colors has been cleaned up. On both sides of the road, more than a dozen wintersweet trees of different colors are in full bloom. Under the plum forest, someone is caressing the trees and chanting, In the octagonal pavilion, there were people burning incense and playing the piano, and in the snow, there were people walking and reading with books in their hands. There were twenty or thirty people in total who could be seen as talented scholars. They gather here, naturally dreaming of one day getting the favor of the manor owner and being able to step into this unknown manor.
Once you enter, you will immediately become worth a hundred times.
If you can get a few comments from the owner of the manor, it will be easy to get an official position in Chang'an or the whole world.
It has only been a few years and no one has succeeded.
But the more no one succeeds, the more they think the next one will be even bigger. On the contrary, some persistent people actually regard this place as their place of work, coming every morning and leaving at night.
Of course, there are not everyone here who has some dirty thoughts.
Old Master Yu is getting older, so he might have kicked up his legs and raised his pigtails that day. When that day comes, if he goes in to pay his respects, he won’t be blocked from entering, right?
After howling a few times in front of the soul, he showed his face in front of the big shots who came to pay their respects. When he went out, his worth doubled. Is it possible that someone would trace the specific relationship between the person in front of the soul and the old man at this time?
To put it bluntly, it means that you have some capital to cheat.
Wu De, a guy with a strong charlatanism, is not a scholar at first glance, not to mention that his appearance is really not good at the moment. He has been back for several days, and his wounds are scabbing, and he looks worse than before. Even more ugly.
After hesitating for a long time, Wu De led the horse and walked in. Under the eyes of everyone watching a monkey's play, he stepped on the steps and gently knocked on the door knocker.
The door opened a crack, revealing a white-headed man, holding out a basket with a look of impatience on his face.
"If you have any poems, articles, etc., put them in the basket, and I will take them in for you. The old gentleman will see it and will naturally ask you to come in."
Wu De smiled awkwardly and said, "I Not a scholar."
"Not a scholar? What are you doing here?" The old man behind the door opened the door a little in surprise, glanced at Wu De, and said disdainfully: "It turns out he is an official, but We old gentlemen disdain to see you!"
Seeing the old man about to close the door, Wu De said quickly: "I came from outside the customs, and there was a man named Zhou and a man named Fu who asked me to do it! I brought something to the old man. They said he was a good friend! "
"Guanwai? Someone named Fu, someone named Zhou?" Old Cangtou stared at Wu De for a while, making sure that the other party was not there. Just kidding, he said: "Wait, I will report to sir."
After a moment, Wu De led the horse and stepped into the gate of the manor, amidst the exclamations of the scholars and the wide-eyed stares of the students.
Yu Entai, who is in his early eighties, is not only the Taishan Beidou of scholars in Da Qin, but also in Southern Chu. He still has countless students, and each of them is either rising up in the officialdom or shining brightly in academics.
The current Prime Minister Wei Zhengdao of the Qin Dynasty was a student of Yu Entai in the past.
It’s just that the old man closed the mountain gate twenty-five years ago, traveled far away, and stopped accepting disciples.
After he came back, he lived here, saying that he wanted to organize his life's knowledge and compile a classic of learning to serve as a model for future generations.
Wu De has been imagining the image of Yu Entai in his mind.
A scholar can make innate masters like Zhou Zhi, medical masters like Fu Qingzhu, and officialdom veterans like Wei Zhengdao all respect him very much. , how amazing it would be.
But when he saw Yu Entai, the image of Mr. Yu who had countless treasures and solemn features collapsed suddenly.
The old gentleman fell to the ground, holding a pen in one hand, his face covered with ink, a big black cat on his shoulder, a small tabby cat on top of his head, and a big tabby cat walking on the snow-white paper As he walked back and forth, black footprints appeared on the paper one by one, while the old man drew on it with a smile.
In a moment, Wu De's eyes widened, and a black and white landscape painting gradually took shape, but the cat footprints were long gone.
"My little friend, are you from outside the customs?" He licked the tip of the pen and put a last smile on the paper. The old man smiled and dropped the pen, picked up the kitten on his head and held it in his arms, and asked. "Are those two old guys okay?"
Wu De didn't wait for a reply, but said: "Of course they are good. One is a martial arts practitioner and the other is a medical student. The two of them are neighbors, so naturally they are better. I'm such a bad old man."
"Xiaguan was on a business trip to Guan, and he was lucky enough to meet City Master Zhou, but Master Fu Gu didn't get to see him!" Wu De respectfully saluted and took off his baggage. Putting it in front of the opponent: "City Lord Zhou asked me to bring this to you, saying that he and Master Fu Qing prepared it together."
What Master Fu Qing refined is something that is hard to find in the world. But at this moment, Yu Entai swept it aside like he was picking up garbage: "I guess Old Man Zhou must not have anything nice to say to me, right?"
Wu De chuckled: "City Lord Zhou said, please also Mr. Yu, you must work hard to live for a few more years and watch your closed disciples flourish!”
(End of this chapter)