Ascension Through Generations

When they heard that the Zhao family had taken root in the world of immortal cultivation and that there were already four Qi-refining cultivators in the family, Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Xuanyi looked excited and excited.

After the two exchanged glances, they quickly confessed to Zhao Sheng the fact that there was also an immortal cultivator in the Zhao family.

Zhao Yujie, fifteen years old this year, has three spiritual roots of metal, wood and fire, and a level of Qi refining.

He is the third son of Zhao Xuanyi and the great-grandson of Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng was extremely surprised when he heard the news.

But when he learned another unexpected news, he stood up suddenly and almost lost his temper and asked: "What did you say, Yu Yan is still alive? Where is she now?"

Zhao Xuanyi nodded and said: "Grandpa, my aunt is indeed still alive. She is now living in seclusion in Moling City. You should know the place. In addition, Jie'er is also there."

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng's old and thin face suddenly glowed with a halo, and he couldn't wait to say: "No, I have to go find her now."

As he spoke, he flashed and was at the door in an instant.

"Lao Jiu......"

Before Zhao Zhijing could shout a second time, Zhao Sheng was no longer in the room.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Xuanyi looked at each other, speechless.

One day later, the coachman Zhao Er drove the carriage quickly into Moling City, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

After getting off the carriage, Zhao Sheng looked at the word "Zhao Mansion" on the plaque at the door. He felt very emotional and couldn't help but feel even greater guilt.

At that time, he only focused on arranging for his relatives to escape, but did not care about Wang Yuyan.

I always thought that she and the Wang family died in Fangyan Valley, but I didn't expect that she escaped.

Just as Zhao Sheng was slowly recalling some things from that year, a burst of piano music suddenly came from the courtyard wall.

The sound is intermittent, like a beginner playing an unfamiliar piece of music.

But when it came to Zhao Sheng's ears, a guqin music that had been lying dormant for many years came to mind.

Mountains and flowing water,

Alas, I haven’t played it in such a long time.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Sheng tapped his feet and slowly lifted his body off the ground, then floated over the wall and landed in a garden with mountains and water.

At this time, in the octagonal pavilion in the center of the garden, a young man with a beautiful face was sitting behind the piano table, plucking the guqin in front of him unfamiliarly.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng suddenly seemed to have returned to that afternoon seventy years ago, when the two beauties walked together, with beautiful eyes and beautiful smiles.

At this time, the young man noticed Zhao Sheng's figure, his face changed drastically, and he immediately asked with a guarded and cautious expression: "Who are you? Why did you break into my Zhao house without permission?"

Zhao Sheng looked at the young man who looked somewhat similar to him, with a kind smile on his face, and said in a gentle manner: "Don't be afraid, kid!" I don’t mean any harm, I just came today to see an old friend I haven’t seen for a long time. "

Who would have thought that it would be better if he didn't say anything, but when he did, Zhao Yujie became even more nervous.

"Who are you? If you don't tell me, don't blame me for being rude!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yujie turned his right hand, and there were two vermilion talismans in his hand.

Zhao Sheng burst out laughing when he saw this. He didn't expect that the first meeting between his grandfather and grandson would be so tense.

He couldn't take action against his great-grandson, that would be too funny.

In addition, it is not good to reveal your identity. How can your great-grandson believe it if you say it without any basis?

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng was not too old to be completely confused. After seeing the guqin, he quickly thought of a solution.

"Wait!"

Seeing his great-grandson eager to start the fight, Zhao Sheng quickly said: "What you played just now was wrong. Mountains and flowing water are not that good."

When Zhao Yujie heard this, he was surprised and said: "Do you know that I can play like mountains and rivers?"

Zhao Sheng smiled and said proudly: "I created this mountain and flowing water music. Do you know whether I know it?"

"impossible!"

Zhao Yujie suddenly became very angry and said coldly: "Grandma Grandma said that only a few people in the world know this song. You can never be one of them."

When Zhao Sheng heard this, he smiled slyly and said: "Why is it impossible? People can lie, but music can't. Come, let me teach you what it means to find a close friend in the mountains and flowing water."

As he spoke, Zhao Sheng stretched out his right hand, flexed his five fingers and pressed down, and saw five rays of purple-blue innate true energy bursting out from his fingertips, instantly connecting to the strings two feet away.

As Zhao Sheng's five fingers continued to press and bend in the air, the strings of the guqin were constantly plucked by the innate pure air, and beautiful and ethereal music followed, quickly spreading from the garden to the surrounding courtyards.

When Zhao Sheng plays, the sound of the piano is sometimes majestic and soaring, with a natural charm, cadences like a mountain, and sometimes gurgling and soft, like flowing water, with endless meaning.

Hearing this familiar music, Zhao Yujie suddenly stood on the spot, filled with doubts: "Who is this old man with a broken arm? Could it be..."

Zheng!

However, halfway through playing, the strings suddenly became chaotic and made a harsh clang.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Zhao Sheng froze and slowly turned his head to look at the corner gate of the garden. There was a thin old woman with white hair standing there.

Fifty years of wind, frost, rain and snow, although the former beauty has been erased by time, Zhao Sheng still recognized the identity of the visitor at a glance.

The two looked at each other for a long time, until Zhao Sheng's excited heart gradually calmed down, and then he said with difficulty: "Yuyan, I. I'm back."

Wang Yuyan looked at the old man with a broken arm under the Octagonal Pavilion with extremely complicated emotions.

Fifty years has been too long, and too much expectation and passion have been wiped out.

She originally thought that she would be unable to control her feelings, but when the two actually reunited, Wang Yuyan found that she was extremely calm, just like a wife who had lived alone for decades suddenly saw her husband who had not returned for a long time, and she still felt as familiar.

Wang Yuyan slowly walked up to Zhao Sheng and greeted with a calm expression: "Long time no see, are you okay?"

Zhao Sheng was suddenly silent for a moment, and then whispered: "I'm fine, how about you?"

"not good at all!"

Zhao Sheng suddenly choked up.

Wang Yuyan suddenly smiled when she saw him like this.

For a moment, it seemed like we were back to the past again.

She said disgustedly: "I haven't seen you for many years, why have you become stupid? Where have the sweet words of your youth gone?"

Zhao Sheng shook his head and sighed: "Oh, I'm old! I'm so old that I'm almost confused. You are old too, we are all old!"

Wang Yuyan did not answer but changed the subject and asked: "Where is Yuqi? Is she okay? Is her temper still as irritable as before?"

Zhao Sheng's expression froze when he heard this, and he hesitated before saying in a low voice, "Qimei passed away three months ago!"

The smile that had just appeared on Wang Yuyan's face immediately dissipated without a trace.

After a long time, her eyes filled with tears and she murmured to herself, "Dead, all dead. Now I am the only one left in the Wang family."

Zhao Sheng quickly comforted him: "You still have me."

After hearing this, Wang Yuyan shook her head and said coldly: "You are not from my Wang family."

Zhao Sheng felt a little uneasy, so he emphasized: "I am the son-in-law of the Wang family, and to be honest, Yujie and many other children and grandchildren also have the blood of the Wang family. Yuyan, you are not alone."

cough!

Sudden,

A cough interrupted their conversation.

Looking to the side, I saw Zhao Yujie standing there in the Octagonal Pavilion with an embarrassed look on his face.

…

Three days later,

A brand new tomb was erected in the northwest corner of the Zhao family’s ancestral cemetery.

Zhao Xuanyi and his wife, Zhao Yujie and several other great-grandchildren looked at Wang Yuqi's tombstone with solemn expressions and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yuyan beside Zhao Sheng burst into tears.

Perhaps due to great stimulation, Wang Yuyan suddenly fell ill on the day she returned.

Out of a sense of debt, Zhao Sheng stayed with her every day regardless of fatigue.

Because of his age, Wang Yuyan's illness never got better. At first he could get out of bed and walk around, but in the later stages he was too weak to get out of bed.

When Wang Yuyan was ill, Zhao Sheng took care of her while secretly arranging for Zhao Xuanyi, Zhao Yujie and other members of the Zhao family to secretly migrate to Longli Lake.

The Zhao family had just laid down their roots in Longli Lake, at a time when there was an extreme lack of population.

Relocating some people at this time can quickly consolidate the family foundation.

Zhao Sheng had noticed decades ago that Zhao Cheng was married to a couple, one was lazy and the other was a cultivator. Neither of them is good enough to run a family.

Zhao Xuanyi is the head of the Nanyang family, so his ability goes without saying.

When he arrived at Longli Lake, he could help Zhao Cheng and his wife manage general affairs and ordinary tribesmen.

As batches of Zhao family members continued to migrate to Longli Lake, time also passed little by little.

Three years later, the autumn wind was bleak and the fallen leaves were flying.

In the Zhao family ancestral cemetery, another tombstone was erected next to Wang Yuqi's grave.

Zhao Sheng, who had all white hair and a wrinkled face, sat on the stone steps in front of the tombstone, looking at the few lines of text on the tombstone, looking dazed and speechless for a long time.

After a long time, when the sun sets in the west, twilight falls.

Zhao Sheng moved, suddenly sighed and whispered to the tombstone: "Yuyan, I said I would give you a title, but you never agreed when you were alive. You want me to owe you a lifetime.

Alas, I wrote a love poem to Qimei. Now I’ll give you one too. I don’t want you to say I’m unfair after seeing Qimei. "

The autumn wind blew away the dead leaves that had fallen on the stone tablet, revealing a few lines of text on the tablet:

"Ask the world, what is love? Directly teach the promise of life and death?

Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times.

Pleasure is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.

You should say:

Thousands of miles of clouds and dusk snow on thousands of mountains. To whom is the shadow going? "

The sunset slowly sets, and the bleak autumn wind touches the writing on the tombstone again and again.

Zhao Sheng held on to his aging body, stood up from the stone steps, stooped, and staggered towards the distance...