"Teacher, is there really no problem with this? Let's wait a bit more?"
"The White Crane Boy is the attendant of a saint. He can maintain his composure and not show inferiority or arrogance when facing the twelve immortals of Zhenjiang. But the White Cloud Boy cannot do that."
The True Lord of Qingxu Dao has asked him to go to the Song capital to save people. He has been making excuses and avoiding it, afraid that something might happen, and in the end, he would be thrown out to take the blame.
At the same time as the dispute between master and apprentice.
The senior official Yang Ren, who had a master-apprentice relationship with the True Lord of Qingxu Dao, has died.
This senior official is actually taking over the duties of Mei Bo, responsible for daily remonstrations.
King Zhou, by nature, is a tyrant and an oppressor, and the presence of the fox spirit is irrelevant. In the era of slavery, there was no taboo against such punishments as plucking out eyes or chopping off limbs. Moreover, with Xie Hong inciting revolt in Xiqi and constantly recruiting former ministers of Yin to serve him, King Zhou's anger grows with every passing moment.
Today, as Yang Ren gave his advice, he angered King Zhou, who had him immediately taken out by the palace guards and his eyes were plucked out.
Yang Ren had a face covered in blood and shouted loudly before he died of exhaustion.
The True Lord of Qingxu Dao sat in the tranquil room, sighing softly, and did not blame the White Cloud Boy.
The omen of this master-apprentice bond came too late, even if he had been free from constraints, it was too late to save him.
He counted his fingers and calculated.
After death, many previously unclear causes and effects become clear.
Yang Ren had a connection with the teachings of Chenjiao, but the True Lord of Qingxu Dao found that this senior official was already almost fifty years old! He was not like Deng Canyu and Yang Jian, those top martial artists, who had the talent to become ministers. This one was purely an official, who might know how to wield a sword, but that's all.
In his opinion, Yang Ren had very little chance of becoming an immortal.
It's not worth risking the ban of Yuanshi Tianzun to save him. The True Lord of Qingxu Dao was well aware that his own longevity could be measured in eons, and the role of Yuanshi Tianzun was actually greater than that of a disciple.
"Never mind, the teacher will continue his seclusion. Child, take good care of the cave abode and do not let any strangers come to disturb."
"Yes."
Yang Ren came to consciousness in a room with very ornate decorations, which was completely different from the opulence of Yinshang. To put it in words, there was an unusual exotic style to it.
The walls were hung with tapestries adorned with intricate patterns, and the main gate had spots that looked like birds or trees. Upon closer inspection, one realized that the spots transformed into a seductive, exotic woman with varied charm.
He wondered where he was, and then he touched his eyes, realizing that he could see again. How was it possible? He had been blinded by King Zhou.
"Senior Official has woken up, does the new pair of eyes adapt?" An elderly man in luxurious clothing, tall stature, slightly tanned skin, and a visage that differed slightly from those of the central plains people, walked into the room.
Yang Ren couldn't help but look at the old man's face, where the area where the eyes should have been was covered with a black cloth.
He had a certain guess, but more than that, he couldn't believe it.
The old man smiled: "Senior Official need not worry. The speaker indeed sent his eyes to you, and this pair of eyes is insignificant to the speaker, but can save the life of the senior official."
Yang Ren was somewhat taken aback: "I have never met this elder, why would you make such a great sacrifice to save me?"
Upon emotional excitement, a flood of illusions filled his vision. On closer examination, these were not illusions but the dust in the air, the grain of wood, the golden threads on the elder's sleeves - all becoming transparent in front of his eyes.
The world that he had been accustomed to seemed to have become clear, to have taken on a different quality.
The old man indicated that he should not be too emotional: "I call myself Tiexian Tian, and it seems that the people of the central plain do not like the name 'Di', you can call me the name my tribe used to know me by, Shitihuan Tengrao."
The old man continued to explain: "Senior Official used the Tengrao's Eye of the speaker. The speaker is not modest, but has been an immortal for many years, and the eyes contain many transcendent qualities. You have no power, if you use the eyes frequently and for a long time, you will gradually lose your vision"
With the Tengrao's Eye of the old man, Yang Ren felt an instinctive affinity for the old man. At this moment, he humorlessly smiled bitterly: "Since that's the case, why would you make such a great sacrifice to save me? I am neither able to govern the country in writing nor establish peace with my martial skills. I truly have no value at all."
Tiexian Tian shook his head: "Senior Official is a vital official of Yinshang. Do not underestimate yourself. Yinshang needs your assistance in the Great Hall."
"Great Hall?" Yang Ren looked at him in astonishment. Is there anything to do with Yinshang?
Tiexian Tian raising the banner of Yin Jiao instantly broke down the last barrier in Yang Ren's heart.
King Zhou's rule was corrupt, supporting Yinshang to succeed and become king was reasonable.
Finally, Tiexian Tian said: "Senior Official needs to rest well, wait until your body recovers, and the speaker will pass you the cultivation techniques of the Ashura race. With Tengrao's eyes and Ashura's body, Senior Official can certainly assist the Great Hall in reviving Yinshang."
Yang Ren felt that no one had ever treated him so well in his life, and immediately knelt down to kowtow and ask Tiexian Tian to become his teacher.
Tiexian Tian declined for a while, but eventually agreed.
Chaogu City, outside the city walls, there was a village called Mashan.
The Ma family gave birth to a son.
An elderly woman, aged 70, with a somewhat plump figure and a large belly, discovered that she was pregnant after more than two months since Jiang Ziyu's departure.
Old Jiang can establish the lineage of Qi naturally, so he can give birth to offspring. The Ma woman's body was somewhat weak, but these two years she had been leading people to recite the "disease removal incantation," an incantation that was not made up by Deng Canyu at random. It was a direct gift from the Dao and its main effect is to remove disease, but it also has some effect on strengthening the body.
The elderly woman's body had been adjusted and improved. Old Jiang, having practiced Taoism for forty years, also had a robust body. With the back and forth of picking firewood and carrying water, they naturally conceived.
The birth was very smooth, and the joy of an old age childbirth was difficult to achieve. Ma had great affection for her son, but now that the father was gone, her friends had a lot of gossip.
Even in the new society, there are plenty of nosy old ladies who like to gossip, let alone now. Ma was so fiery that she could argue with ten people at once, and her combat skills were strong. However, without a man to rely on, she felt vulnerable while raising the child alone.
Deng Canyu returned to the Nanyun Circuit and fought with Yang Jian, which gave her some new insights into the Eight-Nine Mysterious Sword Technique and she planned to close her doors for two days of cultivation.
Just as she said she would close herself in, she felt someone calling to her.
Who is it?
The heart moved, and the voice of Ma appeared by her ear.
Ma was kneeling inside the Yutai Cha Teahouse, lighting the Dao Incense left by Deng Canyu. Each incense stick was lit three times.
"Master! The old woman knows she has no talent, likes to eat and sleep, and also likes to gossip. But I really haven't done anything bad! And I've never had any bad thoughts. Master, have mercy on the old woman and show me a path. My husband said he was going to practice Taoism, but now that my son has been born, why doesn't he come back to see us? Ask the immortals for me, where has my husband gone?"
