69novels Chapter 325: Many Anecdotes about the People in Yangang
Chapter 325: Many Anecdotes about the People in Yangang
The War of Gods, as the name suggests, is a war between gods.
This was originally just a word that Su Ping and Nan Zhangsheng expressed their feelings on the way home, but it actually appeared.
Just after the two returned, the new and old seven gods met to discuss how to fight against the sky, wanting to compete with the one in the sky.
If you win, you can remove the sword that is hanging over your head at any time. If you lose, you can't be sure about it for the time being, or simply not think about it.
Even though it is a war of gods, it does not really have nothing to do with the people under the throne of the Seven Gods. After all, the gods are not on the continent, so the many monsters that have been suppressed for a long time will of course come out in full force and wreak havoc on the earth once again.
Of course, these are things to come later. Now, someone who is considering whether to abdicate and let others take over the throne dares not say a word in front of his wife at home.
Ningguang's eyes were filled with tears and her eye sockets were red and swollen, obviously she had been crying for a long time. She stretched out her hand, and with her hand, which was still weathered even after years of care and love, she gently brushed the young man's cheek, hoping to wipe away the wrinkles that were not deep but very annoying, just like she was trying to wipe away her own tears.
Su Ping remained silent and let the other party do what he wanted.
After a long time, there was a human voice.
"Can't it be cured?"
"Master didn't say, but he should be fine. It's just that the injury this time is only superficial, so I just watched..."
"These words are enough to appease Ling Ling, but they are useless to me."
"I'm sorry, Sister Ningguang."
"It's nothing. This is your choice. But... why does it always have to be you? The heartless God made our lives difficult when we were young, and now he wants to torture you..."
"Sister Ningguang, everything depends on human effort. Some things are bound to be like this."
"What? Do you have to bleed and work hard?"
Chen Qi was speechless and had no answer.
Even if he had thousands of skills, was invincible, and was extremely brave, he still couldn't get much advantage from her. It was like this ten years ago, and it is still the same now.
Ningguang used her fingertips to pick up the ends of his graying hair, and was about to cry, "I have gray hair in my prime, what should I do?"
Su Ping smiled and said, "If I can become like Sister Ningguang, I won't have to wear a wig if I have the leisure time in the future."
Ningguang chuckled, but two lines of tears fell immediately, like pear blossoms in the rain.
Even though Su Ping couldn't see clearly, he still felt pity for me and consoled me, "Don't cry, don't cry..."
Outside the room, three people sighed, feeling heavy and helpless.
The three women who knew everything were in any way close to the two people in the room, but they were more powerless and their powerlessness was not remembered by the world.
"Oh, worry!"
Someone else was complaining. Sitting on a recliner not far away, there was clearly a little girl with white hair who was only a few years old. She was pretending to be as experienced as a centenarian old lady and was sighing again and again.
The black-haired little boy standing aside asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
These two children are naturally Su Lingling and Su Yunqing, a lively brother and sister. One likes to act old, while the other will try her best to cooperate. Of course, before that, there are bound to be some bumps and bruises, which is normal for children.
Su Lingling looked hopeless, "Dad actually got wrinkles. He won't look good anymore. Give me back the dreams of all the girls in Liyue Harbor!"
Su Yunqing had a strange look on his face, but he resisted the urge to argue whether this was something he should be concerned about, and slowly said, "Dad is always the same upright man."
"Yes, but seeing it with your own eyes and thinking about it in your head are two completely different things!" Su Lingling felt wronged at first, and then indignant, "Who is this immoral guy who did this? When my magic is perfected, I will make him pay for it!"
Su Yunqing opened his mouth and stared at the Eye of the Ice God hanging on his waist. After a long pause, he said, "If I were still alive in this world, no matter who did it, I would never forgive them!"
The two precocious siblings suddenly became aggressive, as if they were meeting an unknown enemy and were ready to tear off a few pieces of flesh.
I wonder who did I inherit this revengeful character from?
Later, Aunt Zhang and Xiao Cui kept their promise, and the brothers who were in the same tent back then, as well as a group of Seven Stars, came to visit one after another. When they saw the young man's slightly gray hair and wrinkles on his handsome face, they couldn't help but feel sad.
Aunt Zhang is old. Seeing the child in such a state, she fainted even though her loud voice could be heard by half the village.
This frightened everyone in the room at the time, but fortunately, they were confirmed to be nothing serious, so they were sent to the guest room to rest and were monitored by the doctor in real time.
Confucius, the teacher, also hurried over the next day. Hearing that he was supposed to lead the team on a trip yesterday, he took time off after arranging and discussing everything.
Su Ping bowed as usual, but as he was sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't bow deeply, so he smiled and asked the teacher for forgiveness.
Confucius, the sage, talked about etiquette but was not too strict about it. It was okay to speak in a gentle voice.
Later, three senior students took him out and walked on the busy street.
Ran Ziyou asked, "You don't have any dietary restrictions, right?"
Su Ping smiled and said, "No, I just can't see and walk. It's not like I'm recuperating from an illness, so I don't mind eating any meat, vegetable, sour or spicy food."
Zeng Xi smiled and put his hands together, "Little brother, it won't interfere with important military matters if we go to Yangang again, right?"
Su Ping waved his hand. "Of course not. Liyue Harbor is now an iron barrel. What can go wrong? Besides, even if the military intelligence is urgent, how can I handle it?"
Yan Ziyuan had a handsome face, and at his forties he was still as handsome as ever. He laughed and said, "Then let's go. But along the way, I'm afraid that I will attract fewer female eyes."
Su Ping spread his hands, "It's okay. Even if all the beauties in the world regard me as their home, I only seek the happiness of the bright moon at home. Whether they admire and like me or not has nothing to do with me!"
The three of them raised their thumbs and said in unison: "Young brother, you are so courageous and powerful, even more so than before! You are worthy of being a role model for our generation of infatuated people!"
Chatting and laughing, the four of them set off.
Starting from the private school, we walked through the fragrant Chihuyan Street, and then passed by the prosperous Feiyunpo. When passing on the seaside boardwalk, the youngest one was pushed to the innermost, just like in the past.
After leaving the city, they walked at the foot of Tianheng Mountain. This place, where impromptu poetry was used but caused many jokes, has not changed much, but the four people have changed a lot.
In this world, nothing is different, and people are no longer the same.
Ran Ziyou once again looked at the vastness of the world and the insignificance of living things. He just didn't see any thieves disturbing him. He laughed and said, "If I hadn't been disturbed by a thief passing by when I was writing poems, I wouldn't have spoken too quickly, and I wouldn't have been able to write such a poem now?"
The three of them pretended to be dumbfounded, "Oh? Is that really the case? And Brother Fei Ziyou revealed the secret?"
Ran Ziyou laughed and scolded: "If I really have that ability, I can make it happen. Why are there only three of us standing here now?"
The other three people, both senior and junior students, were all smiling.
Ran Ziyou put two fingers together, suddenly pointed at the wheelchair, and muttered, "Little brother, your heart is pure and your eyes are clearer. Your heart is righteous and your intentions are sincere. Get up quickly!"
Then, there was no radiant light or mysterious flow of energy, and Su Ping really stood up.
"Brother Ziyou, your reputation is well-deserved!" Su Ping said with a smile.
Ran Ziyou smiled bitterly.
Zeng Yan and the other man poked their heads out and looked at each other. This was not something they had discussed in advance, but it made them each stretch out their hands to lift up the younger brother and help him "stand" up again.
There is no need for words of tacit understanding. Even if there are tens of thousands of intentions, the most real one can be found in one breath. It is great to have a good person in life. With these three people as companions, you will have no regrets when you grow old.
Su Ping sat back in his wheelchair soon after. He heard the sound of three people reaching into their sleeves, and he reached into his arms.
Snapped!
Four folding fans were opened in unison. Of course, they all had these fans, which were quite popular among scholars and men of letters. Although the ones they had were not bought by themselves, they were quite old.
Waving the fan and shaking the head.
Yan Ziyuan suddenly suggested, "Why don't we finish the poem we didn't finish back then today?"
Without waiting for an answer, the poetry recitation and writing began.
Zeng Xi started first.
"The ancient immortals supported Mount Heng, and crossed the dawn to talk about the ancient times."
Next is Yan Ziyuan.
"Spring and Autumn cycle transforms the world, and the Moon Sea of Lishan contains new ideas"
Then came Ran Ziyou. He didn't plan to correct his previous slip of the tongue and just continued writing to make up for the shortcomings.
"When living beings set foot in the universe, the passing thieves are dangerous."
It was the turn of Su Ping, the youngest who was unable to speak at that time. He did not stop to think and recited the poem easily, but he no longer had the righteous spirit in his heart.
"The mayfly has a lofty ambition in its heart, and it will soar into the sky once it encounters the wind and rain."
The four of them laughed and spoke in unison.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
Later historical books recorded that this poem was difficult to create. It took nearly twenty years for four talented and learned students under the sage to complete this untitled poem.
Scholars of later generations called it "A Work Created with Great Effort by Four Sages Su Ping, Zeng Xi, Ran You and Yan Yuan", and believed it was a work to warn the world, but they did not know that it was written impromptu and according to the heart.
"Little brother, now we are old and weaker than before, I am afraid we can't take you to Tianheng Mountain."
"Don't say that. A man is in his prime at 41. You three seniors are in your prime!"
Come with excitement and leave with excitement.
……
The fact that Su Ping was blind and lame was intentionally spread in Liyue Harbor. It was not something that he intended to conceal for too long, so it was okay for people to know about it.
Then, not only Liyue, but also the surrounding countries and even Zhidong, who was far away on the border of the mainland, received the news. For a time, heroes from all walks of life expressed regret, beautiful women shed tears, and people who were familiar with them felt even more sad.
Countless letters were sent to Liyue overnight, but only a few were finally collected in the Qun Yu Pavilion and heard by the real owner.
In the letter, Kujo Sara said that Inazuma's military affairs were intensifying and he really couldn't leave, so he had to write a letter to comfort her. There were some handwriting on the last few lines. After Aradaki Ikto heard the news, he asked his second-in-command to help him write it.
Perhaps because of this, the gangs and the regular army unexpectedly did not fight each other.
In a grocery store at the end of the street in Liyue Harbor, there was a blind disabled man sitting there, waiting for someone.
"It should be here soon." Su Ping murmured.
The next moment, someone stepped over the threshold, and said in a sad voice, "Teacher!"
Su Ping smiled, "The tea is still hot. You came at the right time."
Rosalia's eyes were filled with tears. How could she not know that this was the time the teacher had calculated the finish line and left for her?
Su Ping could not see the letter now. It was only when Ningguang helped him to dictate it that he learned that the competent nun had to travel thousands of miles to come here.
"Student Rosalia, greetings to the teacher!"
Rosalia knelt on her knees, with her head against the floor, and performed the ceremony of paying homage to her master in a very open and proper manner.
Su Ping couldn't dodge it now, so he accepted it calmly, raised his hand, and said gently, "Get up."