Chapter 221 Another Major Event in Life
The study was quiet and the atmosphere was a little gloomy, even depressing.

Yu Sheng’s expression did not change.

She looked at General Wang quietly, waiting for a clear answer, without any impatience.

“will not.”

General Wang broke the silence and said, “Because there will only be one result if I do that, and that is I will die under his sword.”

Yu Sheng said: “But you still have to persist in looking for that glimmer of possibility of breaking through.”

General Wang’s voice was exceptionally calm: “This matter is not about life and death. This matter is above life and death.”

“If I break through, the news will be transmitted to Yishui immediately. At that time, I will not do anything.”

He looked at Yu Sheng and said, “I will sit here and wait for the results.”

There is something unspoken in the words.

If Wang Ji did not draw his sword after learning about this, whether he was unwilling or afraid, because of his identity as one of the three great generals of the Qin Dynasty or for some other reason, his sword heart would eventually be covered in dust.

From a certain perspective, this is an open conspiracy and a test of one’s conscience.

Yu Sheng naturally understood what he heard and said, “There is a very serious problem here.”

General Wang smiled and said, “I am using my identity as a bargaining chip. The gambling king dare not attack me.”

Yu Sheng hummed, very softly.

This is the most critical core issue, because the life and death of General Wang involves too many aspects, and any sudden change will lead to a dramatic upheaval, and these dramatic changes are not good things just by thinking about it.

If Wang Ji really decides to draw his sword and kill people to fulfill his promise, what should the Qin Dynasty do?
The death of one of the three great generals is enough to cause the imperial court to go to war with Yishui head-on and destroy the world’s number one sword sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. This will inevitably come at a heavy price. The originally stable situation in the north will collapse in an instant. I wonder how much time it will take for the situation to return to the current state.

No one in the Qin Dynasty, from the emperor to the common people living in the north, wanted to see this situation.

How could General Wang not understand this truth?

But he still said these words. No matter from which angle you look at it, this is undoubtedly an incredible trust and honesty, and a sincere attitude to seek solutions to the problem.

The only word that can describe this action is loyalty.

The word “loyalty” has been with General Wang for decades.

The court or His Majesty the Emperor cannot use the word loyalty to erase the other party’s desire for nearly a hundred years. That is unreasonable.

General Wang’s voice rang out.

“I have already thought about the issues you have thought about, so I gave up the option of killing Wang Ji or dying in Yishui, which is the most likely option to intensify the conflict.”

“I believe there is a good solution to this problem,” he said.

Yu Sheng said softly: “For example, Wang Ji has already forgotten what he said back then.”

General Wang laughed and said, “It is a possibility. After all, the Wang family has struggled for so many years, but still hasn’t produced anyone who caught his eye. Forgetting him is not an absurd thing.”

Yu Sheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject.

“Let’s talk about the wild people.”

General Wang immediately stopped smiling and said seriously, “The reason I’m sitting here is to guard against the barbarians coming south. Of course, I have to know what the barbarians are planning in secret.”

Yu Sheng recalled what he said not long ago, repeated it, and said, “So you don’t think this is a betrayal.”

General Wang said sincerely: “This is what I should do.”

Yu Sheng asked calmly: “How to prove it?”

“Of course it won’t be all words.”

General Wang seemed to have anticipated this. He pulled out a stack of files from his side and handed them over.

This is obviously the secret of the Qin Zhenbei Army.

Yu Sheng naturally would not refuse. He took it calmly and flipped through it.

A long silence.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally put down the stack of files and said softly, “Have you been waiting here for a long time?”

What was recorded in the file was not complicated. It was the content of the transactions between the Zhenbei Army and the Huangren merchants in recent years. However, it was not an account book, but rather the specific arrangements made by the military taking advantage of the trade opportunity.

“There are many things in this world, like truth and knowledge, which are always covered in dust and need to be wiped clean by others. This is no exception.”

General Wang’s voice was very gentle, and he said, “Since you are His Highness’s disciple, you must understand that these arrangements I made are enough to destroy most of the barbarians’ combat power at a critical moment. I think this is enough to prove my intentions.”

After a long silence, Yu Sheng nodded.

The meaning of consent is clear.

Although she had some opinions on the methods presented in this stack of files to deal with the barbarians… there was no need to say those words out loud.

“That’s it.”

Yu Sheng stood up and walked out of the study, saying without looking back: “I should go to rest.”

At this point, I have said everything that needs to be said, and there is nothing left to say.

The matter is not complicated and is very clear.

The contradiction is difficult to reconcile.

There is no blood feud to exterminate the entire family, but rather a desire to enter into immortality and an honor that is higher than life and death.

More importantly, no one should let an enterprising practitioner confine himself to a certain area and stop him from taking even a single step forward.

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“Then are you going to kill him first?”

There was a rare hint of curiosity in Gu Zhuo’s voice.

It was a cold night, and the light from the campfire was shaky, with a few sparks popping out from time to time.

Wang Ji pondered for a moment and said, “It’s hard to say for sure.”

Gu Zhuo asked: “Hmm?”

“You know.”

Wang Ji pulled out the Qie Han, casually fiddled with the sweet potatoes buried in the campfire, and said, “I have only killed one Yuhua in my life, and he was too old to fight and was killed by my swords. I feel a little regretful.”

Gu Zhuo said: “Yuhua is not easy to kill.”

Wang Ji sighed deeply and said sadly: “It’s really hard to kill.”

What they said was that it was not easy to kill. The meaning seemed to be the same, but there was a big difference.

The former refers to the fact that those who have attained Yuhua are naturally extraordinary and all of them are the strongest in the world. Except for the White Emperor, who is undoubtedly the number one in the world, the outcome of the battle, life or death of the others is still unknown.

——In Yunmengze, Yingxu had already had the intention of dying in his heart from the very beginning. If he had made up his mind not to take part in the game, the heavenly punishment might not have fallen.

The latter is talking about another matter. Every person who reaches the state of enlightenment in the world is destined to be a great figure worshipped by millions of people. His existence is involved in immeasurable huge interests, which is more complicated than a spider web.

This is not a time of great chaos. The world under the rule of the Qin Dynasty has a stable order that will not allow such a huge change to happen.

Outside of this order, the only one who can be killed by anyone in the world is Yingxu.

But he died at the hands of His Majesty the Emperor.

Wang Ji felt regretful, and picked up a ripe sweet potato with the tip of his sword. The sword flew across an arc above the campfire and landed in the hands of his good friend.

Gu Zhuo took the sweet potato and slowly began to peel it, saying, “So you are counting on your eldest disciple to break through and kill him for you?”

Wang Ji rolled his eyes and said unhappily, “Do I look so cold-blooded and heartless?”

Gu Zhuo said: “Being ruthless does not necessarily mean being cold and cruel, but being sentimental can often lead to bad things.”

“Don’t say that to me.”

Wang Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and said sarcastically, “You should sort out your own affairs first, so that you don’t get scolded by a ten-year-old girl next time we meet.”

Hearing this, Gu Zhuo was not angry and said, “I will definitely do it next time.”

When Wang Ji saw him like this, he lost his temper and motioned for him to taste the sweet potato quickly.

Gu Zhuo is quick to follow advice.

The taste of baked sweet potatoes most of the time depends on the sweet potatoes themselves, and the things produced in the wasteland are always good, just like the minerals that are enthusiastically sought after by the spiritual sects.

He ate very carefully and gave his comments along the way, mainly focusing on how well done the food was.

What’s amazing is that Wang Ji has amazing patience in this matter. He followed Gu Zhuo’s advice and continued to bake the sweet potatoes.

then.

After one night, a small hill of sweet potato peels piled up next to Gu Zhuo.

He glanced at his slightly bulging belly, then looked at Wang Ji who was still unsatisfied, and asked, “Are you satisfied now?”

Wang Ji looked puzzled and asked, “What do you mean, am I satisfied? Shouldn’t I be the one asking you this?”

Gu Zhuo looked at him and said, “I’m full.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ji looked at the three unripe sweet potatoes in the campfire with regret, and felt that he was still a little slow.

Then, the young man apologized with a look of disdain and said “wait a minute”, thinking to himself, you are so skilled at being slow, why can’t you speed up?

Gu Zhuo saw these little actions and said nothing.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he stood up very naturally, pulled out three sweet potatoes from the fire, and put them into the Sansheng Tower.

“What are you doing?”

Wang Ji raised his head and looked at him, asking in confusion.

“Oh.”

Gu Zhuo smiled, as if realizing something belatedly, and said, “Keep it. I’ll give it to you when I return the sword, so you can taste your cooking skills.”

Wang Ji stopped talking.

Gu Zhuo extinguished the campfire and started on his journey in the dim light.

Unlike yesterday, there was no trace of the sun in the wasteland today, and snow clouds covered the sky.

Just like life, sunny days are always so rare.

Gu Zhuo walked in the wind and snow, looking at the long road that was indistinguishable, without feeling anxious or worried.

He had a vague feeling that the moment he truly left the mountains and met the human world again, endless troubles would follow.

Instead of longing for the loneliness and solitude of the present moment when that time comes, why not cherish the present moment?
Thinking about these things, and listening to Wang Ji’s occasional words, the journey home became pleasant.

Time passes by in similar repetitions, and the mountains are approaching.

One day, Gu Zhuo stood on the edge of a cliff and looked into the distance.

The desolate land, which was also a wasteland, revealed some scenery in his eyes, which was completely different from the endless snow in the mountains. The autumn colors were making the earth yellow.

In this location, the traces of human practitioners are no longer rare.

Unlike when Gu Zhuo came, under the influence of the king’s sword, the bases near the edge of the mountains became very lively, but it was a one-sided liveliness on the part of humans – after the barbarians noticed the large-scale arrival of human practitioners, they interrupted trade without hesitation, returned to the tribal camp, and prepared for battle.

Over the past tens of millions of years, humans have taken the lives of barbarians to vent their anger too many times, so it is natural to be vigilant.

At the same time, those wild people with radical ideas regarded this as a feast. They organized several hunting competitions in just a few days, causing dozens of practitioners to lose their lives in the wilderness.

This largely discouraged the practitioners’ impulses. The cold wind blowing in from the depths of the mountains, coupled with their cold-bloodedness, eventually caused those human settlements to become extremely bloated and chaotic, with signs of being out of control.

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Gu Zhuo jumped down from the cliff.

The strong wind brought snow, which hit his cheeks with a stinging feeling.

He turned a blind eye and when he fell to a certain point, he pulled out the sword slowly, letting the tip of the sword sink into the cliff wall, relieving the force and then gaining more force.

Then, his figure suddenly faded away, and he was carried away by the wind and snow. In a very short time, he crossed several steep peaks, floating like a banished immortal. However, his realm was too low after all. Even if all things helped him, he still couldn’t reach the wasteland. But he was not far from the road into the mountain, just a few steps away.

Dusk had arrived without anyone noticing, and it fell on Gu Zhuo’s clothes as if they were burning.

He had not yet mastered the disguise technique that Chu Jun called the Wuxinxiang. He was just an ordinary handsome boy and should not have attracted too much attention. However, he was on his way home.

In less than an hour, Gu Zhuo’s appearance had been heard by many practitioners and attracted widespread attention.

Especially since he was holding an old sword in his hand and had nothing valuable on his body, it completely fits people’s stereotype that sword cultivators are always penniless.

No one would forget why they came to the wilderness, so it was natural for them to suspect that Gu Zhuo had gained something from the mountains.

This speculation was not put forward until Gu Zhuo came to the village where humans gathered in front of the mountains with the last twilight.

Chu Jun is not here.

After a quick walk through the village, Gu Zhuo came to this conclusion with some regret.

After we parted that day, I don’t know when we met again.

With this thought in mind, he found a place to stay in the village and began to rest.

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Just as Gu Zhuo had inferred at the beginning, the master of the temple attached great importance to Chu Jun.

Before the Taoist Zizai took the girl away from the mountains, an elder from the Qingjing Temple, following the temple master’s orders, went deep into the wilderness to look for her.

——If the master of the temple was not worried about the huge impact, he would most likely come out personally to ensure Chu Jun’s safety.

After the meeting, the old man from Qingjing Temple immediately led the two out of the mountains and left the wilderness as quickly as possible.

At the same time, Gu Zhuo was still in the mountains carrying the three sweet potatoes.

When the three people from Qingjing Temple passed the review of Zhenbei Army and were preparing to return to the temple in a low profile, Chu Jun brought up something.

Return the sword.

When the old man learned that Chu Jun was going to Yishui, he did not hesitate to stop him and even resorted to violence. It was at this time that Taoist Zizai stepped forward and allowed things to continue.

So, the island in the middle of the river had one more guest.

Chu Jun stood on the boat, looking at the small island known as the holy land of kendo, and inevitably felt a little nervous.

But when she thought that she might have scolded the Taoist master, the tension immediately disappeared, leaving only calmness.

The island was shrouded in thick fog, and the scenery could not be seen. Only things in front of me were about three feet away.

Soon, the wheelchair that was extremely famous in the cultivation world appeared in front of Chu Jun.

Along with it came a vicissitudes of life voice.

“You use a sword?”

Chu Jun looked in the direction of the voice, but could not see the old man’s face. All he saw was a skinny hand.

The hand was resting on the wheelchair, tapping it lightly and nonchalantly, and the rhythm sounded very unique.

“Yes,” she said.

Wang Ji stopped what he was doing and said, “Since he accepted you as his disciple, then as his friend, I should give you a gift.”

Chu Jun had no time to deny it. He saw the old hand sitting there raised up and lightly touched the thick fog with its fingertips.

The next moment, endless fog surged like boiling water.

A clear sword intent was reflected in Chu Jun’s mind through this scene.

It was not until two hours later that she woke up with a complicated expression.

“The sword stays, and then let’s go.”

For some reason, Wang Ji’s voice sounded obviously tired.

With his sword skills that were unrivaled in the world today, why did he become so exhausted just by teaching Chu Jun a little sword intent?
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The wasteland, before the mountains.

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes and thanked him for his hard work.

Wang Ji was standing beside him at this moment, invisible to the world.

“I told you not to thank me, but you really won’t say thank you?”

“otherwise?”

“Say something else.”

“You’ve always thought that I owed you a favor, and now I do owe you a big favor, how about you say thank you to me?”

Gu Zhuo’s tone was very sincere.

Wang Ji was speechless and asked, “Is it necessary to do things to this extent?”

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhuo said seriously, “It is better to be prepared. My eldest disciple is dead now, so I have to take good care of this precious jewel in my palm.”

Wang Ji thought about it and said, “That is indeed the truth.”

The conversation ends there.

It’s not because the two of them had no interest in continuing the conversation, but because something else happened.

Someone knocked on Gu Zhuo’s door and invited him to attend a gathering of practitioners in the village.

The meaning is very clear.

Gu Zhuo did not refuse.

He was not like the three people from Qingjing Temple, who were extremely exhausted from braving the wind and snow all the way. He had a good rest in the mountains and was in good spirits.

Following the invitation, accompanied by several friendly practitioners, Gu Zhuo went to the only tavern in the village.

It was already late at night, and the tavern was extremely lively, with people everywhere you looked.

The smell of alcohol permeated the cold air, giving people a bad feeling and being a bit pungent.

When Gu Zhuo stepped into the room, the entire tavern suddenly became quiet and then returned to normal.

The practitioners who had accompanied him dispersed, and then a practitioner who had achieved the state of unity appeared in his eyes, smiling and very enthusiastic.

What follows is actually quite ordinary.

It was nothing more than asking and inquiring, wanting to know the situation in the mountains, what dangerous places there were to avoid… and other such impeccable questions.

During this time, someone invited Gu Zhuo to drink, but he refused because he took out his own wine jug.

This aloof behavior did not cause any concern among the people in the pub, and the scene remained lively as before.

The laughter and chatter continue.

Gu Zhuo smiled from time to time and was very polite.

Perhaps it was for this reason that a certain practitioner could not help but ask the question in advance – what did you gain in the mountains?
In response to this, Gu Zhuo did not ponder for too long and gave a clear answer.

Gain something.

The pub was silent.

Even the practitioners who had drunk the most alcohol earlier had their eyes instantly cleared up and were no longer drunk at all.

Dozens of eyes were focused on Gu Zhuo.

He said gently, “If you are thinking of getting this opportunity from me, giving up is the best choice.”

“Why?” someone asked.

Gu Zhuo said: “This is not something you can touch.”

The man asked again: “How do you want to prove it?”

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and asked, “Do you know why I was invited here?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of several people in the field changed slightly.

“The tavern is the place with the most up-to-date information. I think the news of my appearance here has already reached the ears of those who should know it.”

Gu Zhuo said in a gentle voice: “So you just need to wait a little longer, and the answer will appear.”

The logic in his words was very clear, without any ambiguity.

Especially since he happened to be sitting in a high seat at the moment, he looked like one of those old teachers in a rural private school, patiently guiding his students.

No one answered.

A dead silence.

Half a minute later, Gu Zhuo’s prophecy came true.

A thunderous roar came from afar, and the earth was shaking violently. The wine on the table was shaking uneasily, reflecting the extremely ugly faces of every practitioner present.

Someone tried to leave the scene, but was horrified to find that there were several practitioners standing outside the tavern, and the leader was actually a cultivator in the Guiyi realm.

More importantly, that person was from the Zhenbei Army.

At this point, how could the practitioners in the tavern guess where the earth-shaking noise came from?

The most elite black-armored heavy cavalry of the Qin army!

At the first moment of hearing the news, the cavalrymen who were cruising in the wilderness and faithfully carrying out the general’s orders rushed here as quickly as possible without sparing any effort, which caused such a commotion.

The speed of the black-armored heavy cavalry had reached an extreme level, passing through the wasteland like a black hurricane.

However, in the end, there were always people who arrived faster than them.

Gu Zhuo looked towards the door of the tavern.

Yu Sheng just stood there.

Under the light, the girl’s clothes were slightly dirty.

Those are the clouds and moon across eight thousand miles.

She looked at Gu Zhuo quietly, and after a moment of silence, she said softly, “Let’s go.”

“Ah.”

Gu Zhuo drank the last sip of wine and walked towards her.

Yu Sheng turned around and never looked at the people in the tavern from beginning to end.

Gu Zhuo’s lips curled up slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said, “Hello, Senior Sister.”

Yu Sheng glanced at him and nodded.

Gu Zhuo said: “Nice to meet you.”

Yu Sheng thought that this was too confusing.

Then, her eyes fell on the old sword in Gu Zhuo’s hand, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

She naturally recognized that this was the one that waited.

The thought came to mind again.

At this moment, Gu Zhuo said something to her.

very direct.

Very simple.

“I was joking last time, but this time it’s serious. I actually like you.”

(End of this chapter)