On the flying boat, the two chatted happily and almost became friends.
They had similar cultivation levels, exchanged their cultivation experiences, verified themselves, and both had some insights.
The flying boat is speeding in the sky, and it will take a long time to reach Hanjiabao.
Qin Sang did not enter meditation practice and kept looking outside the flying boat.
The white clouds are lingering and the sky is blue.
The ever-changing mountains, rivers, and swamps, and the dotted mortal villages, which were completely different from the ancient immortal battlefield, quickly retreated from sight.
"Fellow Taoist Han," Qin Sang suddenly stood up and said apologetically, "I suddenly remembered something important. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to Hanjiabao with my fellow Taoist. I will visit you if I have the opportunity in the future."
The head of the Han family was stunned and hurriedly spoke to persuade him to stay, "What is the matter with Fellow Daoist Qin that is so urgent? Fellow Daoist Qin saved my life, but I almost repaid him with vengeance. I have not even apologized to Fellow Daoist Qin. Besides, there is Zhen Ming..."
Qin Sang slowly shook his head.
"In Guling Mountain, Qin just helped me with a little help, so fellow Taoist Han should not mention any more life-saving grace.
"Fellow Daoist Han is not to blame for this matter. He guided me to Youshanfang City back then, and from then on I entered the path of immortality. It was an opportunity that others could only dream of.
"Qin really has something important to do. I will go to Hanjiapu to make trouble tomorrow and have a drink with fellow Taoist Han.
"As for the Zhen Ming incident, it has been so many years. The truth is not important anymore..."
After hearing the words, Sect Master Han was thoughtful, pondered for a moment, took a deep look at Qin Sang, and said: "I understand! However, Zhen Ming has evil intentions, and he must give Fellow Daoist Qin an explanation. Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Qin, I will handle it well. No matter what, Zhen Ming has evil intentions.
No matter what, Han will never forget the kindness of Fellow Daoist Qin. If Fellow Daoist Qin is in trouble in the future, just send a message and Han will definitely help!"
Qin Sang nodded, jumped up from the flying boat, and said, "See you soon, fellow Daoist Han."
“See you later!”
The head of the Han family sent him away, then suddenly remembered something and shouted at Qin Sang's back: "Friend Daoist Qin, the Sui Dynasty never moved the capital, and the imperial capital is still where it is."
…
At nightfall.
The capital of the Sui Dynasty was filled with lights.
Qin Sang stood on a mountaintop in the north of the imperial capital, overlooking the city.
He found that the current size of the imperial capital was at least twice as large as when he left, and even the Pilgrimage Mountain outside the city had been enclosed by the city wall.
The level of prosperity is far greater than in the past.
In just a few decades, it has developed from a city destroyed by war to what it is now.
The head of the Han family said that the empress was a great talent, and it was no lie.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and a figure that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye floated in like a wisp of breeze. It was obviously an escape technique. This person was not a martial arts master, but a cultivator of immortality.
Qin Sang withdrew her gaze and looked down at the visitor.
"I dare to ask, but in front of Senior Qin?"
This man landed in front of Qin Sang, glanced at Qin Sang, and hurriedly bowed to salute.
"Who are you?"
Qin Sang looked at this person.
Just looking at his appearance, he is forty or fifty years old, with a goatee, like a Confucian scholar, not high in cultivation, only at the eleventh level of Qi refining stage, wearing a brocade robe, extremely luxurious.
"Senior, I am a descendant of the Han family, and the current head of the family is my uncle..."
The Confucian scholar recounted his origins, took out a letter, and presented it to Qin Sang with both hands.
"The head of the family ordered the junior to hand this letter into the hands of Senior Qin and asked the junior to report it to Senior Qin.
"At that time, Zhen Ming's younger brother was not qualified enough. Zhen Ming wanted his brother to take advantage of the inner sect's recruitment of guards two years later to work in the inner sect. He was afraid of being replaced, so he deceived his subordinates and did despicable things.
Lift.
"The head of the family has dealt with it according to the clan rules.
"The chief evildoer will be killed.
"In addition, the descendants will be deprived of their cultivation, expelled from Hanjiabao, and left to fend for themselves."
Qin Sang opened the letter and read it while listening to the Confucian scholar's retelling.
This is a handwritten letter from the head of the Han family. It contains words of gratitude, apology, and an invitation for Qin Sang to visit Han Family Fort.
Qin Sang put the letter away, handed it over to the Confucian scholar and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, fellow Taoist, and I'd like to tell the Master of the Han family on my behalf that Qin is grateful to the Master of the Han family for upholding justice. If you have time, you'll definitely pay me a visit."
"Junior, please obey!"
The Confucian scholar paused, and seeing that Qin Sang had nothing else to say, he retreated.
…
Sui Dynasty, Taishi Mansion.
It was already late at night, but the lights were still brightly lit in the study. A gray-haired old man was writing quickly at his desk. On the desk in front of him, there was a mountain of documents.
The old man put down the pen, dried the ink, folded the paper and put it into the envelope.
At this time, the old man suddenly frowned and coughed violently. He covered his mouth with his hand to suppress the coughing sound so that no one outside could hear it. It took a long time to finally calm down.
"Alas! Time is not forgiving!"
The old man gently hammered his lower back, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Girl, take some candles and make a cup of refreshing tea..."
‘Squeak!’
An old woman pushed the door open with tea. When her eyes turned to the old man's face, she saw the clues and said distressedly: "Cough again? I asked you to ask for two pills from the official, but you don't want to go.
! There’s no way to hold on like this! Didn’t you say that the officials are getting tired of seeing you and want to resign and go into seclusion? Why do you still worry about so many things every day? "
The old man took a sip of tea and his face became better. He patted the woman's hand and said quietly: "If you resign, you must wait until I complete the tasks entrusted by the late emperor to inform the late emperor's spirit before making any plans. The late emperor and his colleagues
The foundation we have worked so hard to create must not allow the tragedy of the death of the people and the collapse of the government. We can only let the officials tolerate it for a few years. After that, we will go back to your hometown to live in seclusion and not care about world affairs. Whether the Sui Dynasty prospered or perished,
I have nothing to do with me anymore."
"What are you going back to Guling Mountain for?"
The woman rubbed the old man's shoulders, "My childhood memories are all about suffering. When you sent troops to attack, I was arrested, and I almost... was rescued by you, so I could live a stable life. Wherever you are, my hometown is
Where. Huh? Isn’t my father-in-law buried in Cuiming Mountain? Why not go to Cuiming Mountain, the scenery there is also good..."
As she said that, the woman looked back at the back of the study.
It is strange that the Wu family has only one spiritual tablet, which is not kept in the ancestral hall but in the study.
What's even more strange is that the name written on the spirit tablet is Wu Dumba, which doesn't look like a person's name.
Next to the spiritual tablet, there is also a scroll. It has been there for all these years and has never been unfolded. I only see my husband kowtowing, but I don’t see him burning incense for it.
After being married for so many years, her husband has never told her about this person's identity.
Several children were ordered by their husband to kowtow to the portrait. They asked curiously, but the husband only said that he was his husband. When asked why they only kowtowed and did not burn incense, they said that the husband had great blessings and would definitely live forever.
…
This old man is Wu Chuanzong, who was a beggar back then and is now an imperial master.
When he heard his wife talking about Cuiming Mountain, Wu Chuanzong immediately thought of his old friend. He was stunned and murmured: "I wonder where you are today, sir? Has he become an immortal?"
This chapter has been completed!