Chapter 293: Re-entering Yitian, that man stepped on the dragon and came
late at night.
Emei, the main peak of Damei Mountain.
The clear light of the moonlight, with the coolness of late autumn, fell on the lonely golden roof. A woman who was as pure and elegant as a fairy emerged from the ice and snow, wearing a green skirt that trailed to the ground, standing alone on the stone platform next to the cliff.
She looked faintly at the bright moon in the night sea. Many people don't know that the sunrise on the Golden Summit of Emei is famous all over the world, but the moonlight on the Golden Summit is also so beautiful that it makes people infinitely yearn for it.
It's a pity that the place where the Emei disciples live in the back mountain is already dark. Everyone has obviously fallen asleep, and no one has the honor to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.
Maybe it's not a pity, she originally wanted to be alone and reminisce about the past in peace.
"I was worried that being sentimental would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would not be able to live in a beautiful city. In this world, I have the best of both worlds, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you."
If you don’t live up to the Tathagata, you won’t be let down. Why should you live up to the Tathagata and never let you down...
The night wind blew coldly, gently blowing her elegant green dress.
A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Was he looking up at the bright moon like herself at the moment?
"Hey, can anyone tell me if he is thinking about me too?"
She asked Qingfeng, but Qingfeng was speechless.
She asked Mingyue, but Mingyue was silent.
During the seventeen years she spent in Emei Qingdeng Ancient Scrolls, her best years passed quietly.
Emei's most beautiful breeze, flowing clouds, morning glow and evening moon have also been with her for seventeen years.
But seventeen years later, Emei is still so beautiful, but the woman seventeen years later is no longer as graceful as she was when she was seventeen years old.
The mountain wind gradually became stronger, and her hair was blown a little bit, brushing her fair face, and her clothes began to flutter, as if she was going to welcome someone returning in the wind.
"Master, are you thinking about him again?"
At some point, a slim girl, also wearing a green skirt, came up behind her and asked softly.
The woman looked back and saw the bright, intelligent, gentle and elegant girl in front of her, as if she saw herself seventeen years ago.
She smiled slightly, touched the girl's hair and said, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
The girl mumbled and asked persistently: "Is it worth waiting for you for seventeen years for such a heartless person?"
"You don't understand. My mission in this life is to meet him, know him, love him, and then wait for him..."
"This disciple really hopes to meet him once to see what kind of person it is to be favored by such a heavenly being as Master."
"He..." A happy smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, "He is a sanctimonious bastard who fishes for fame and reputation and can make everyone hate him, but he is helpless."
The girl was stunned on the spot, staring at her master as if she were looking at a fool.
Are you sure you are talking about the lover you have been waiting for for seventeen years? The Shaolin monk who was once famous in the world and known as a century-old wizard?
The woman did not explain, she just held the girl's hand lovingly and said with a smile: "Let's go, go back to sleep, I will also wish your great master a birthday tomorrow..."
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The next day, on top of the Golden Summit, the Buddhist resort was still quiet and quiet, but it also had a slightly different atmosphere than before.
This day is the 70th birthday of Emei Master Jiejie. Monks will not make any grand arrangements, but it is inevitable that the disciples will make several bowls of birthday noodles to congratulate, and several close sects will come to congratulate.
It’s just that the only people who came here were people from Shaolin and Wudang.
Master Miejie had a hot temper when he was young. Not to mention cults, but also some of the sects of the righteous path had a lot of old grudges.
And after the new leader Zhou Zhiruo, who was appointed ten years ago, had achieved great success in martial arts over the years, he also went down the mountain with his sword and challenged various sects. Although he did not gain any advantage in Shaolin and Wudang, the leaders of several other sects were all defeated by him.
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At her age, she actually swept away a group of masters from the older generation, and her reputation suddenly rose, as if she was called the number one person in the Mesozoic Era.
The reputation of the Emei Sect has also increased as a result, and it has the potential to compete with Wudang and Emei.
At this time, people in the martial arts world discovered that nearly ten years had passed since Zhu Yuanzhang overthrew the Yuan Dynasty and drove away the Tatars. However, in the martial arts world, the three long-established sects of Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei still rule the roost.
In the Golden Summit Hall, Master Taigao of the Emei Sect was sitting at the head, while the other disciples were lined up behind him under the leadership of the leader Zhou Zhiruo.
The two columns on the left and right are guests from Wudang and Shaolin who came to celebrate their birthdays respectively.
The Shaolin disciples on the right are led by the eminent monk Yuan Ye of the Yuan generation, while the Wudang disciples on the left are led by their leader Song Yuanqiao himself!
Whether they are from Emei or Shaolin, they are slightly surprised when they look at the elegant-looking head of Song Dynasty. You must know that for things like birthday wishes, it is usually enough to send a junior to express your feelings. There is no need to work for him.
This old leader.
So if nothing unexpected happens, his trip is probably not just for birthday wishes.
Beside him, the middle-aged Song Qingshu stood calmly, but there was a faint look of excitement in his eyes, and he looked behind Master Zemie from time to time.
There, Zhou Zhiruo, dressed in elegant blue clothes, stood with a silent expression.
Sure enough, after everyone had exchanged greetings and got into their seats, Song Yuanqiao stood up, raised his hands towards Master Jiejie and said loudly: "Master, Your Majesty, Song is here this time. In addition to congratulating Master on her birthday, Song Yuanqiao has another purpose."
I want to ask you for something important."
"Master Song is so polite, please tell me if you have anything to say," Master Miejie said with a smile. Ever since her disciple Zhou Zhiruo took charge of the Emei Sect and pushed the sect's reputation to a whole new level, her violent temper seemed to have improved.
Quite a few.
Song Yuanqiao coughed and said: "What Song did was related to Quanzi Qingshu, and he wanted to propose to the leader of the noble sect Zhou Zhiruozhou for him."
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing behind Master Jue, trembled and suddenly turned his head to look at Song Qingshu coldly. The rest of the people in the hall, including the Shaolin and Emei disciples, were also in an uproar, as if a pot was exploding.
Countless eyes fell on Zhou Zhiruo's face, but at this time, the head of Zhou had returned to being indifferent, looking at his nose and his heart, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Master Miejie noticed the change in the disciple behind him and sighed inexplicably. After pondering for a moment, he said calmly: "Head Master Song should know that Zhiruo is my head of Emei, and it is impossible for him to remarry to Wudang, both emotionally and rationally.
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"If Master Tai doesn't mind, after getting married, Qingshu can accompany Master Zhou to live in Emei forever!" After saying this, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but have a look of embarrassment on his old face. Everyone knows this
His behavior was almost the same as marrying into his wife, but thinking about the misery of his son who had been trapped in love for more than ten years, he had no choice but to make this decision shamelessly.
"Even so, do you know that Zhiruo has always been worried about Mr. Ling because of what happened back then?"
"Qing Shu did act recklessly back then, which caused a wedge between the three sects of Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei. But if we really care about it, Qing Shu did not make a big mistake. Besides, the past has passed, and this child has not been around for more than ten years.
Marrying, having been dealing with this and guilt all the time, can be regarded as atonement. Besides, Master Zhou also knows that Holy Monk Kong Yu has no time to return. Even if he comes back, it is impossible for the two of you. Why not just let it go and achieve another happy relationship.
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Poor parents in the world, these words made Song Yuanqiao blush. If it weren't for his only son, he would definitely not say these words that seemed like begging.
Master Miejie slowly raised his eyes, and his gaze turned on Zhou Zhiruo's indifferent peerless face. There was deep pity in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Zhiruo, you are my most proud disciple.
I asked you to bring glory to Emei, and you have already done it, but my master did not want to see you end up alone like Master in this life, so I did not let you become a nun. Mr. Song was born in a famous family, and it is rare that he has a deep love for you.
In my opinion, this is a good match."
In the main hall, it suddenly became quiet. All the Emei disciples and even the Shaolin monks looked at Master Miejie in disbelief.
No one expected that she would agree to the marriage so easily.
And Song Qingshu, who was behind Song Yuanqiao, was already beaming with joy at this moment.
As for the Shaolin monks, their horror quickly turned into anger. They were thinking... if Emei and Wudang completed this marriage, then Kong Yu, who was regarded as a century-old pillar of Shaolin, was forced to go to the Western Regions. It would be completely just
Shaolin's sentimental loss?
Not to mention that the monks are not angry, they feel infinitely aggrieved just thinking about it, but as monks, they can't say anything. After all, this is a matter between the two factions.
But at this moment, Master Miejie said again: "But it's up to you, Zhiruo, to decide whether you agree or not."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed. This sudden turn of events made everyone a little at a loss, and they all turned their attention to the woman in green clothes.
She raised her head and looked out the door, into the distance, and into the sky.
Staring deeply...
It was as if she saw that person coming to pick her up under the spotlight of everyone, with colorful auspicious clouds under his feet!
She smiled slightly, and then her calm, yet sonorous and powerful voice sounded in the hall:
"I will only marry him in this life."
Song Qingshu's expression suddenly changed and turned pale, and then he roared hysterically: "He will not come back. Even if he comes back, is it possible for the dignified Shaolin monk and the head of Emei?"
"No, you will never achieve results. The world cannot tolerate you, etiquette and law cannot tolerate you, and the whole world cannot tolerate you!"
He was roaring and venting, venting his decades of lovesickness and resentment. Today, when he was rejected again, the son of the Wudang master almost collapsed.
But at this moment, no one paid any attention to him. Everyone looked out the door following the gaze of Master Zhou that suddenly bloomed with infinite brilliance...
There, in front of the golden-top cliff, there was a man coming from the void, wearing clouds and stepping on a golden dragon!
He was smiling and humming softly: "Zhou Zhiruo, I wish to stay with you forever and depend on each other for the rest of our lives. Is that okay with you?"
PS: The second chapter will be later. These chapters are all thankless types, but they must be transitioned. I can only pay back the debt I owe slowly. What I can guarantee is to keep updating...
