One Sword Nine Ya

When Chen Weichen woke up, it was already night.He found that the pain in his meridians had subsided somewhat, and although the auras of the three families of immortals, Buddhas and demons had not yet merged, they had subsided a lot.

He sat up from the bed and saw that the room was empty. Just when he was feeling lonely, he saw Ye Jiuya push the door in. Looking through the screen, the snow-white clothes fluttered indistinctly, like an exile.

He leaned against the head of the bed and watched without blinking.

White smoke flowed out from the incense burner, floating lingeringly, Chen Weichen beckoned to Ye Jiuya, asking him to come over.

He had been in a coma for a long time, and at this time his whole body was weak, he opened his mouth, and finally made a sound, which was a little hoarse: "I need to drink water."

Ye Jiuya leaned slightly, took the lotus leaf cup from the small table beside him, poured tea and brought it to him.

Chen Weichen was very happy to be served by the beauty.

He put down the cup, and Ye Jiuya took his wrist to look at his meridians.

After reading it, he said, "It's broken."

Chen Weichen blinked at him.

The first heaven understands the law of heaven and earth, the second heaven finds the way, and the third heaven is in harmony with the sun and the moon. Right now, he has barely passed the second heaven.

"I've thought too much these days, but I forgot what path to seek," Chen Weichen leaned on the bed and said, "Fortunately, I remembered."

Ye Jiuya didn't ask any further questions, sat on the edge of the bed, put Chen Weichen's hand back into the brocade quilt: "Do you want to watch the underworld?"

——After the breakthrough, it is often necessary to sit quietly and contemplate the meditation to consolidate the cultivation base.

Chen Weichen shook his head, put his arms around Ye Jiuya's waist, put his forehead on his shoulder, and opened his eyes in a daze.

It took a long time before he said dully: "Ye Jiuya, do you know what way I have cultivated?"

Ye Jiuya: "I don't know."

"Buddha's gatha says impermanence, and it's hard to last for a long time. But I thought about it, and I don't want permanence, I don't want long-term." He said slowly, "I cultivate immortality, you are my way, and Buddhahood, you are my way." My consummation, cultivating demons, you are my desire."

Ye Jiuya turned around and looked at him.

He saw Chen Weichen looking at him too - with a consistent, light and gentle expression.

He finally asked the question he always wanted to ask: "Why?"

He did not know what could make a man feel this way for another.

"No reason," Chen Weichen replied softly, "This is my fate."

The moment the words fell, Ye Jiuya suddenly passed through this person's eyes, which were always covered by a smile, to the depths, and saw the despair hidden under the gentle mist.

He also thought of the faint singing voice and vision that echoed in the room when Chen Weichen passed out. The song was "The sky is vast, the earth is vast, the dead return to Yin, the living return to Yang, the living have their homes, and the dead have their hometowns."

He was a little confused, thinking that the origin of this person might not be as simple as he originally imagined.

The peach blossoms in the capital are getting more and more prosperous, talented scholars gather, and the time for the peach blossom feast has come.

The capital has been busy in recent days, mostly because of this matter.

"Brother Chen," Master Guoshi asked, playing with the flute in his hand, "Can you compose poetry?"

Mr. Chen waved his fan very gracefully: "No."

The venue was huge, and it was said that all the dignified figures in the capital came to look up at the holy face, borrowing Xing Qiu's light, a group of people sat on the top, watching the reception below, it was so lively.

Talented scholars filed in, some old and some young, looking coy and uncomfortable.

After a while, I heard the eunuch's call, and the holy car came.

Xing Qiu spoke very bluntly: "The idiot is here."

In their state, there is really no need to worry too much about human dignity, Chen Weichen turned his head to look, and saw that the emperor was about thirty, quite white and fat, with chest high and head held high, hugging left and right, regardless of whether he was stupid or not, he had a great style sufficient.

Xing Qiu's seat is at the lower right of the emperor's seat. It's been hot recently, and he's wearing light, dark purple satin, with white wrists slipping out of his wide sleeves. The lofty aura is still there, which almost makes people think that the emperor has found a male favourite, which will bring disaster to the country and the people.

The emperor regards Chen Weichen and the others as the "immortal friends" of the national teacher. Everyone has never seen the national teacher make a move, so they don't know whether it is true or not. Lang Ranhou, the young head of the Qingjing Temple, can be regarded as half of the fairy world-there is actually a demon cultivator who is not inferior to Ye Jianzhu...and a young master who can't see what he cultivated.

Mr. Chen has been living a comfortable life recently. He was against the way of heaven that day. When he realized the way, he almost straightened out his body.In addition, Xiaotao took good care of her, and she almost forgot the feeling of sadness.

The next thing is the opening, where the first prince and the second prince wish His Majesty a long and boundless life, and the first and second ministers over there congratulate the dynasty on the prosperity of the country and the people.After going through it like flowing water, Chen Weichen squinted his eyes when he came to a civil servant surnamed Xie—this person was the owner of the Xie mansion whose luck was noticed by the Taoist priest.

After that, the title of the book was written by the emperor, and the talented scholars under the seat wrote poems.The eunuchs sang loudly for each one, and the civil servants commented first, and finally the emperor commented. Those who won the emperor's favor were given a peach blossom, a glass of wine, and even appointed officials. The civilian students who have a way out are regarded as the only chance.

The devil emperor looked down with a half-smile, and sneered, just watching a show.

Ye Jiuya frowned slightly: "Why are you so absurd?"

Lu Hongyan was even more impatient: "The dynasty is like this, no wonder it moved south in a hurry."

"My father once told my elder brother about the chaos of the dynasty in private," Chen Weichen said slowly to them, "When he first moved to the south to appease the people, he opened the imperial examination and divided powers. The retest of the Ministry of Rites has been cancelled, Jinshi and the first degree can be awarded officials, and 800 people can be selected after one subject. Over the past few decades, both internal and external have become redundant, and the Salt and Iron, Duzhi, and Household Departments have been separated and combined several times. There are countless titles, and mediocrity is inevitable-it is really bloated and heavy, and all kinds of forces are intertwined. Talent is like life, and people are like children, so there are peach blossom feasts and sweet-scented osmanthus feasts, and dozens of talented people are promoted to fill in the corner jobs."

Xie Lang interrupted: "From my point of view, only the capital and a few big cities are considered prosperous. Does the emperor care about other places?"

Xing Qiu lazily said: "It's not because of the taxes from the outside that the capital is prosperous—my princes and princes often collect taxes and choose beauties."

Chen Weichen looked at him: "Your Majesty has been very lazy recently."

Xing Qiu Yanyan took a sip of wine: "The bald donkey is hateful."

None of them were good at appreciating poems, and the emperor gave out rewards when they sang poems. It wasn't until he heard a familiar name that Chen Weichen raised his head and saw Zhuang Baihan who had a lot of fate with them.

Zhuang Baihan was a handsome and talented man, and his poems were quite popular with the emperor, so he was awarded a moderate official position.

After commenting one by one, the Peach Blossom Banquet came to an end. The emperor was about to give his approval, but he saw a person coming out of the civil servant's seat over there.

——It is the master of Naxie Mansion.

He was about fifty, with square eyebrows and straight eyes, a serious face, and an upright spirit. He walked slowly to the center of the field.

Everyone didn't have time to react, they just felt that this behavior was out of bounds, so they all fell silent.

In the silence, the man knelt down towards the emperor with a steady and powerful voice.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."