Chapter 283 The Turbulent Times of the Royal City

283 The Twelve Legends of the Royal City

After saying that, her tone was filled with lingering resentment, "It's just... I should find a block of tofu and smash my head against it to my death. Just like me!"

A true man, sword in hand, cannot wait; that is how it should be!

It is said that the momentum is soaring, and it is truly a case of drawing one's sword and killing one person every ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.

As the saying goes, "Anger makes one's hair stand on end as the rain subsides by the railing; gazing at the sky, one lets out a long, passionate roar, thirty years of fame and glory turned to dust; eight thousand miles of road and clouds." Do not wait, for when cultivation weakens and the five signs of decay appear, it will be too late to draw your sword.

The old general, seeing his old friend still so sentimental, smiled slightly and said with a hint of mockery, "My friend Yun, the world today is plagued by constant external threats and internal divisions!"

Why!

I would rather die than risk my life! I disregard my parents, how can I care about my children and wife?

Another year of living a life of debauchery has passed; the road is hard, the road is hard! I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocks the way; I want to climb Mount Taihang, but the snow covers the mountain.

In those days, fierce battles raged, and soldiers died in the wilderness. Now, a golden goblet of fine wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate of delicacies is worth ten thousand coins. The smoke from the wine drifts into the homes of the five marquises!

This royal city, huh!

The old man who came was Yun Su's father. He was solemn, serious, and resolute. His face showed a hint of determination, calmness, and a sense of waiting.

He said softly, "Why talk about such a big business? There's still time. I just said that someone with the ability who doesn't do it is a waste. Now, what are you doing?"

No rush, no rush, don't be frivolous, don't be impetuous, be composed, be composed, you know? The Holy Emperor hasn't just left temporarily, in my opinion, doesn't he understand this matter?

Let me have my revenge! If you have a grudge, get your revenge! If you have a grievance, complain about it!

Don't you think so, old friend?

As he spoke, he patted the knife in his hand, which had appeared out of nowhere. The blade was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a cold light. He held the knife horizontally in front of his knees and stroked it quietly. The blade remained silent, expressing its own recognition. Xuan He had a glorious history of slaying dragons back then. He wondered if this knife was still sharp today.

He had swum freely across the rivers and seas, yet dared not slay. At this moment, his facial features were clear and powerful, like ancient mountains and rivers, unyielding, calm and dignified, his eyes deep, full of wisdom and decisiveness. In his eyes, like stars shimmering with cold light, he was calm and resolute.

Having endured the turmoil of previous dynasties, his hands now bore the marks of time, broad and strong, the fingers etched with the scars of those war-torn years. He seemed like a god rising from a sea of ​​corpses and mountains of blood, his killing intent palpable.

Her tone shifted, a hint of comfort mixed with a touch of resolve, as she said, "Time waits for no one. Su'er has found her Mr. Right. Although I haven't seen him in person yet, judging from his actions, I don't think my Su'er will suffer any injustice."

This is a rare opportunity, and besides, I have a feeling that an auspicious day is approaching, a perfect time to send someone off. If I come here now and then don't return, it will be a farewell before my departure.

The elderly general gently ran his fingers along the gun barrel, as if caressing an old friend, his movements both tender and resolute.

The hand stroking the twelve-foot spear symbolizes power, a control over life and death, a determination of victory and defeat. The gaze is calm and composed. The spearhead burns with a cold, sharp glint, burning with fire!

Looking at his old friend, he asked softly, "Regarding what happened back then, have you identified the person behind it all?"

At this moment, Elder Yun's face was cold and indifferent. He snorted coldly, "No, it is precisely because there is no that I am more certain of my intuition. Besides, what does it matter if I kill the wrong person!"

Someone has to step up and pay for it; otherwise, wouldn't we be letting down our fallen comrades? Ten thousand men! My ten thousand men! To have one die is too good for him.

The old general, upon hearing these words again, looked on with sorrow. "It's all my fault. I was too trusting back then. However, I have found someone. I suppose it wasn't just one person who was involved in what happened back then."

Now that so many years have passed, only a few have reaped the best rewards. Why not cut them all down? Surely one of them will be the one that succeeds.

Moreover, it's possible there could be several!

Old Yun remained silent, his hand holding the knife seemingly made of iron. He whispered, "Old friend, take care!" As soon as he finished speaking, the chair vanished. Only the empty tea bowl proved that someone had just come, existed, and disappeared without a trace.

The evening breeze rustles the willows, and the faint sound of a bamboo flute fades into the distance. At the edge of the moonlight, endless mountains rise upon mountains. A single sword slays a dragon, a single spear ravages a city; drunk on the battlefield, he settles his grudges, offering the blood of his enemies as a sacrifice to the countless heroes. Then, he went to the netherworld to summon his old comrades, with ten thousand banners to slay Yama!

If I die, I will have achieved my goal and have no regrets raising my gun in anger!

A whisper, barely audible, a trace of reluctance, a heart full of sorrow. A desolate thought. A single decision, a flood of memories: 'Take care, my friend!'

Ji Xixi recounted her story in detail, mentioning how she endured the loneliness and solitude of those years, though she didn't know how.

Time flies, and ordinary people rush by, always feeling exhausted. But the wealthy are afraid, for time waits for no one and flies by. They only hope that time will pass more slowly so they can live longer.

But if, over the long years, one is all alone, with no one to talk to or confide in, and must be careful to guard against monsters, evil spirits, and even more so, treacherous humans, then the years are only marked by the changing seasons and the blooming and withering of plants.

I would occasionally find crops in my hands and engage in selfless cultivation to while away the endless, unknowable years. The loneliness I felt was as if I were in the dark, like a solitary traveler who never knew when the end would come.

Yun Su looked at the seeds in her hand, which were plumper and slightly larger than the oats in the field. She said softly, "Thank you, sister. Perhaps you could give this a name?"

Wanqing, Rourou, Yunqing, and Yun Shuni watched quietly, without any attempt to snatch it. They knew in their hearts that if this thing was truly suitable for this place, it would be a great merit!

Luck, though seemingly ethereal and always appearing accidental, can feel so real at this moment, or sometimes!

Luck is elusive; although it is accidental, unpredictable, and uncontrollable due to external factors, sometimes, some people feel that it truly exists.

The essence and mechanism are inexplicable. Sometimes, a leniency is shown, or compassion and favor are bestowed. All these things are always untraceable, yet they seem to have a fundamental and natural origin.

This thing was discovered and cultivated by Ji Xixi, and the time spent on it was probably unknown even to herself. She planted it randomly throughout the four seasons and harvested it randomly, and she didn't know how long she had been cultivating it like this!