I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 177 The Fruit of Enlightenment

"Do you really want to go to Hongdouyuan to see your mother?"

Chen Zhian remembered that Chen Shuijun had told him before that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, they would climb over the wall into Hongdouyuan to reunite as a family.

Chen Zhian always regarded this as a joke, but now when he looked at his father squatting and plucking chicken feathers, his eyes were very firm, without any trace of joking.

So Chen Zhian couldn't help but stop and walked to Chen Shuijun's side, squatting down and plucking the feathers of another chicken while whispering, "Tonight is Mid-Autumn Festival, many people in the Li Mansion will be back, such as Li Bodu... and if you count the few guests who usually stay here, if you really want to climb over the wall to Hongdouyuan, you'll probably get beaten."

Chen Zhian hesitated: "Even though your son is extremely talented, he hasn't practiced for a long time. It's okay to fight against those in the Xiantian realm, but once he meets Yuque, I'm afraid he will only get beaten."

Chen Shuijun replaced the pot with boiling hot water and soaked the chicken in it: "Don't you still have me, your father?"

Chen Zhian stopped what he was doing and looked Chen Shuijun up and down.

The first level of innate...

If I want to run away at that time, I still have Ye Yuezhou. Taking my dad with me would just be a hindrance, and I wouldn't be able to run away even if I wanted to.

Chen Shuijun noticed the distrust in Chen Zhian's eyes, and said helplessly: "The martial arts I practice are different from ordinary martial arts. It looks like the first level of innateness, but in fact, your father is very good at fighting."

Chen Zhian couldn't help but smile, protecting his fragile self-esteem as a father, and nodded and said, "Different skills, different combat power indeed. Dad, you are at the first level of innate, you should be able to fight Yuque Tianguan."

Chen Shuijun shook his head.

Chen Zhian nudged Chen Shuijun's shoulder and said, "Do you really want to climb over the wall?"

Chen Shuijun nodded firmly, and probably afraid that Chen Zhian would worry, so he said, "In fact, Uncle Li has promised me that we can be reunited as a family."

Would Uncle Li be so kind?

Chen Zhian thought of the Li family as an ordinary person. This family was lost to the aristocratic family, and their minds were devoured by the family inheritance. They have completely gone astray.

Coupled with his conflict of opinion with the people from aristocratic families, it was impossible to turn back.

Now the wedding date is approaching in September.

How could Li Bodu risk angering the Si family and allow their family to reunite at this juncture?

Chen Zhian had many doubts in his mind.

But in the end, he never went to look for Princess Linglong again.

He had lived with Chen Shuijun for eighteen years and knew Chen Shuijun's character.

In his silence, he is firm and as immovable as a rock.

Since he said so, he must have his reasons.

As a son, what does it matter if I just accompany my father and climb over a wall?
Up to now, Qin Dadu Yu has not left Xuantianjing yet. Li Zhuqiu and Li Bo both want to kill people, but they still have to think twice.

As long as you don't die.

Even if he really got beaten, the reunion didn't necessarily have to take place during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I can ask Princess Linglong, or Princess Shangqiu, for help tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It's not something that cannot be undone.

It's past noon.

Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun arrived together, followed by Jiang Taiping.

On the day of the full moon on Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Taiping still did not rest. He came hurriedly wearing a purple Xiezhi costume and a Guijin long sword on his waist.

He became the Tianzi Xiezhi, got rid of the suppression of the two Tianzi Xiezhi of the Si family, and his face became more lively.

"Everyone is going home to reunite tonight, but I am the only one who is alone and has no relatives in Xuantianjing. I am the only one who can take charge of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Jiang Taiping jumped off his horse with a smile on his face. He suddenly came forward and whispered to Chen Zhian, "It is said that Si Yuanyan, who has been in seclusion for a long time, has come out. The adults in the Inspectorate said that he has absorbed the energy of good fortune and is not far from entering the realm of good fortune."

The realm of creation...

Chen Zhian's heart sank.

The realm of creation…The word ‘creation’ alone represents the mystery contained therein.

To ascend to the heights of creation is the lifelong wish of all those who practice cultivation in the world, but countless people can only look up at the peaks of Xiantian and Yuque and are unable to set foot there.

What exactly does it mean to step into the realm of creation? With Chen Zhian's current level of cultivation, he can't even imagine it.

"Si Yuanyan is number 41 on the Whale Riding Monument. He is one of the 100 true Whale Riding Men in the world, and one of the 100 men in the world who is most likely to enter the realm of creation.

But... can he really enter the realm of creation so easily?"

Chen Zhian was filled with confusion.

Once one enters the realm of good fortune, it can be said that one has truly ascended to heaven. The patriarch-level figures of the six clans in Dayu are only at the realm of good fortune.

"However... absorbing the Qi of Good Fortune does not mean that one can truly enter the realm of Good Fortune. The barrier between Jade Palace and Good Fortune cannot be broken by the Qi of Good Fortune alone, so there is no need to worry too much."

Jiang Taiping comforts Chen Zhian.

But Chen Zhian knew that the Yuque realm was divided into seven levels, and only after reaching the highest level, the Tianque realm, could one absorb the energy of creation.

After absorbing the energy of creation, he has already stepped half a foot into the realm of creation and is able to sense the way of creation of heaven and earth. This is no longer comparable to the ordinary Tianque realm.

For Chen Zhian, absorbing the energy of creation is actually no different from truly stepping into the realm of creation, and it also allows him to stand at a higher level.

Chen Zhian was worried and glanced sideways at Chen Shuijun.

But Chen Shuijun was still concentrating on cleaning the chicken, as if she had not heard what Jiang Taiping said.

There are many helpless things in the world...

People's lives are often swept away by these helplessness, and there is nothing that can be done about it.

Chen Zhian gritted his teeth, somewhat unwillingly.

Chen Shuijun, who was standing by, finally finished packing the chicken in his hand and said to Chen Zhian, "Go light the fire and start the pot."

Just like countless noons in Sunan Mansion, Chen Zhian lit the fire and started the pot, while Chen Shuijun chopped the chicken and stir-fried the meat.

His expression was calm, without any resentment, helplessness, or sorrow.

It was as if whether Si Yuanyan entered the realm of creation or not had nothing to do with him.

"Dad, aren't you worried?" Chen Zhian couldn't help but ask.

Chen Shuijun's hands kept moving, but a smile appeared on her face.

"The last time you went to the Red Bean Garden, did you see the red beans your mother planted?"

"Red beans?" Chen Zhian thought about it and nodded slightly.

"The red beans are about to bloom." Chen Shuijun said, "They are very beautiful. You can enjoy them when you go there this time."

It’s almost September now, what kind of flowers does red bean bloom?

Chen Zhian was speechless, thinking that Chen Shuijun was trying to change the subject.

"It's a pity that time is too short. If I had another two or three years, I would have gotten a lot more time."

Chen Zhian shook his head and cleared up the chaotic thoughts in his mind: "Everything will wait until I see mother today, and then we can discuss it and see if father and mother can escape."

There were already eight people in the yard at this time.

Chen Shuijun fried three chickens, stewed three fish, and added a few light vegetarian dishes.

Everyone sat around the table, eating and drinking, and it was considered a reunion.

These people each have their own tacit understanding.

Yun Ting, Zheng Xuanze, Lu Zhujun and Bai Jian were still thinking about Taibai Mountain and the amazing general.

Chen Shuijun drank his tea in silence, glancing at the sky from time to time, with some uneasiness in his eyes.

It has been about eighteen years since they last saw each other, and now he doesn't know how to see the person he has missed for eighteen years.

While we were drinking, someone knocked on the door several times.

It was the Ministry of Internal Affairs who came on orders. Princess Shangqiu and Princess Linglong each brought moon cakes from Cuiwei Palace and Yufu Palace to Chen Zhian, and also brought a few bottles of Mid-Autumn Festival wine.

The mooncakes in the palace are quite exquisite.

Chen Zhian also packed a few mooncakes he bought yesterday as a return gift.

"The two princesses miss you, but you, the world-famous poet and painter Chen Sijia, only send a few mooncakes bought from a street shop?" Jiang Taiping was a little helpless: "Can't you send a few poems?"

"What do you know?" Chen Zhian pointed at the mooncakes on the table and said, "The mooncakes I bought from the street are different from the mooncakes in the palace. It's a good opportunity for them to have a taste."

While he was speaking, there was another knock on the door.

Chen Zhian's mind flashed and he knew who the visitor was.

He went to open the door himself, but saw the cute and lovely Shen Haohao in red with two braids, holding an oil-paper bag in her hand, looking at Chen Zhian with a smile.

Chen Zhian also smiled and invited Shen Haohao to come in.

A day passed like this.

Among the people in the courtyard, Yun Ting was drunk and sat cross-legged by the pool, looking at the moon that had just risen in the sky.

Zheng Xuanze sat cross-legged to heal his injuries.

Lu Zhujun held his sword in his hand, the sword was filled with sword energy, yet it was a little desolate.

This border general was probably thinking of his comrades in the army, or perhaps his family members at home.

Yu Like hadn't drunk a drop of wine and was cleaning the table.

Bai Jian couldn't hold on any longer after drinking halfway through, so he ran into the house to rest.

Shen Haohao hurried back in the evening to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with his fellow brothers and sisters in Guiyun Room.

And Chen Zhian really came to Li's mansion with Chen Shuijun.

They climbed over the back wall of Li's mansion, walked through the long backyard, and came to the Hongdou Courtyard on the side.

In the Red Bean Courtyard, the fragrance of red beans was everywhere, and two lanterns were hung at the door, as if Li Yinxi knew they would come tonight.

-

In the Li family's east hall, the Li family members were also reunited.

The true energy lingered on Li Bodu's face, and his features were blurred. He looked around, but he did not see Li Zhoubai.

As the seventh brother, he was still brooding over the matter between Li Yinxi and Chen Shuijun. He made a special trip to leave Yanglong Temple just to mediate for Chen Shuijun, not because he wanted to reunite with his family on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Li Fushu, Li Qingran and other younger generations were also in the East Hall, sitting at a table a little further away.

Li Fushu looked depressed and his face was a little pale.

He was beaten twice by Chen Zhian. After many days, with the background of the Li family, his injuries have actually almost healed.

However, there was a stagnation in Li Fushu's mind, and his spiritual energy recovered slowly, leaving him with a feeling of relief that he had no way to vent.

But how to vent?
Even though Li Fushu had been on Longmen Street, he had already heard that Chen Zhian had killed Lu Shengxuan on Panchi Terrace.

He even entered the innate realm and defeated Lu Haihui who was in the same realm.

Looking at Li Fushu again, he should have entered the innate realm long ago.

But because he was beaten twice by Chen Zhian, he spent several months recovering from his injuries. In addition, his thoughts were not going smoothly. The innate realm that was originally within his reach became even further away from him.

When the name on the Tiger Cubs Monument is changed on October 10, his name will probably fall from the list of 301, or even disappear completely from the Tiger Cubs Monument.

All of this... is all Chen Zhian’s fault.

Li Fushu thought of Chen Zhian and could not help but drink.

His cousin has soared to fame and become one of the most talented people in Xuantianjing.

There is already a huge gap between him and me.

I’m afraid I’ll never be able to catch up in this lifetime.

Even today, as long as Chen Zhian is in Xuantianjing, Li Fushu doesn't even dare to step out of Longmen Street easily.

Yesterday, Prince Duanque invited him to the banquet, which was a good opportunity to make some friends, but he never went to the banquet at the palace.

Chen Zhian's killing of Lu Shengxuan had completely frightened Li Fushu.

Li Fushu had no doubt that if Chen Zhian saw him now, he would draw his sword and chop off one of his hands.

Compared to the fear of having your hand cut off, making friends with people is not that important.

only……

"Do I have to hide from Chen Zhian all my life?" Li Fushu was indignant.

Li Qingran, who was sitting at the same table with him, sighed. "If it weren't for the letter he wrote to the young master of the Zhou family in Sunan Mansion, Chen Zhian might not have hated the Li Mansion so much."

As she thought about this, she looked at her grandfather who was sitting at the top.

Li Zhuqiu, who was the Minister of Revenue, looked increasingly gloomy. Something seemed to have grown under the skin of his face, which looked uneven and somewhat scary under the light.

He sat quietly drinking, and the Lady Li beside him smiled and nodded, saying, "Early this morning, General Rongtian sent people to deliver many gifts, and the young people present here also received some.

The general is very generous, and there are many medicinal pills among them, which can be regarded as your opportunity."

"I never thought that General Rongtian would absorb the energy of good fortune so quickly. When Yinxi marries him and the general completely enters the realm of good fortune, my Li family's legacy will be able to continue, or even reach a higher level."

Lady Li looked quite delighted.

Li Zhuqiu's face showed some more joy and he nodded slightly.

Just at this moment, a black-clothed servant suddenly came up and whispered something to Li Zhuqiu.

Li Zhuqiu was immediately furious: "Where on earth did they get the courage to trespass into Hongdou Courtyard?"

The originally bustling lobby of the Li family suddenly became quiet.

Li Haiye, the sixth son of the Li family, who was sitting not far away, had a flickering look in his eyes.

Breaking into Hongdouyuan?
Is it Chen Shuijun and his son?

"After they penetrated my Li Mansion, don't worry about anything else. Break their legs first, and then drag them to the East Hall. If Qin Daduyu or Song Xiang stand up for Chen Zhian, I will personally go to the palace to meet His Majesty."

Li Zhuqiu gave the order.

Li Bodu, who was not far away, suddenly shook his head, and a divine aura flowed and fell into Li Zhuqiu's ears.

The words contained in the divine essence were just ordinary ones, but they were like thunder, exploding in Li Zhuqiu's ears.

He looked at Li Bodu in disbelief.

The hazy true energy on Li Bodu's face disappeared, revealing an extremely hideous scar.

There was still sword energy passing through the scar, splitting his lips in two.

With his fifth level of Yuque cultivation, he was unable to dispel the sword energy and heal his wounds.

Li Zhuqiu suddenly fell silent, and at this moment there was finally some panic in his eyes.

"He, Chen Shuijun, on what basis?"

The eyes of the current Minister of Revenue, a second-rank official, became increasingly cloudy: "Isn't it said that... his talent is mediocre, and he can only cultivate the first level of Xiantian at most in his lifetime?
How can he..."

As he spoke this, the gloominess on his face deepened.

In the East Hall, many people were looking at Li Zhuqiu.

Li Zhuqiu still looked at Li Bodu.

Li Bodu shook his head.

He also didn't know why Chen Shuijun was able to cultivate into a four-season cicada.

After a few breaths, a ray of light suddenly appeared in Li Zhuqiu's dark eyes.

He thought of killing Buddha Marquis Si Yuanyan, and remembered that Si Yuanyan had already absorbed the energy of creation and was only one step away from the realm of creation.

So he gritted his teeth and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "Why not ask General Rongtian to come over and settle this tonight!"

The Li family no longer has the ability to handle this matter.

The longer this matter is delayed, the sharper the sword hanging over the Li family's head will become.

And... there is more than one long sword for beheading.

Chen Zhian and Chen Shuijun are both extraordinary in their own ways, and their relationship with the Li family is irreparable.

Just invite General Rongtian to solve the problem once and for all.

After hearing what Li Zhuqiu said, Li Bodu couldn't help but be dazed.

But he finally shook his head.

After all, this is Xuantianjing, and it is still unclear whether General Rongtian is willing to take action.

Besides, after killing Chen Shuijun and his son, the remaining blood ties between Li Yinxi and the Li family would probably be completely filled with hatred.

In this case, what would happen if Li Yinxi married into the Si family? If General Rongtian was soft-hearted, he might even become an enemy of the Li family.

This matter...is already difficult to achieve both.

And tonight, it was Li Bodu who lost the bet.

Since you lose, you must always keep your promise.

When his divine aura fell into Li Zhuqiu's ears again.

The light in Li Zhuqiu's eyes dimmed, he lowered his head, staring at the wine glass on the table motionlessly.

He knew that Chen Shuijun and his son Chen Zhian were now in Hongdouyuan.

But he seemed to have no way of driving them out.

"You never know what's going on... this peasant is going to ascend to heaven."

He closed his eyes, and the abscesses on his face seemed to be about to burst.

-

Chen Zhian looked at the Hongdouyuan in front of him, looked around, but saw no one coming.

It was as if the retainers of the Li Mansion, including figures like Li Bodu, had not noticed that they had climbed over the wall.

"What's going on? Is what Dad said true? Is Uncle Li really kind-hearted?"

He thought in his mind.

Chen Shuijun was somewhat hesitant, and her usually calm eyes now showed a hint of uneasiness.

Lanterns were hung high in the Hongdou Courtyard, and a fragrance came from afar.

Li Yinxi must have prepared the meal.

Chen Zhian pulled Chen Shuijun into Hongdouyuan.

The red bean yard is full of red beans, most of which have bloomed.

Chen Shuijun looked carefully at this courtyard, which could not be called big, and found that the old well, stone steps, two pavilions, and the two small houses in the courtyard were somewhat similar to the courtyard he rented in Yankong Academy.

He turned and looked at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian smiled and patted his father's shoulder without showing any respect for his father. "Dad, you two have to talk about something in private when you are together. I will wait in this yard. When you have finished talking and it is time to eat, call me."

Having said this, he took a step back and gently pushed Chen Shuijun.

Chen Shuijun took a deep breath, and when he reached out his hand, he found a few oil paper bags in his hand.

Inside the oil paper package were sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and peach blossom pastries, which were Li Yinxi's favorite snacks when they were studying at Yankong Academy.

He didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open and walked into the room.

Today, Li Yinxi put on a little rouge and even wore a string of coral beads on her earlobes.

The coral bead was not precious, but it was not cheap either. It was bought for her by Chen Shuijun using the money he had saved for a long time.

The moon is bright today.

Eighteen years of autumn frost condensed on the coral beads in her earlobes.

As Li Yinxi in the room turned her head, the moonlight seemed to tremble with her breathing.

A branch of pear blossom was placed in the vase in the room at some point.

Half-withered pear tree petals fell on the table.

Chen Shuijun was in a trance for a moment. This scene was very similar to the scene in Yankong Academy eighteen years ago.

But now, eighteen years have passed quietly.

He has white hair on his temples.

The twisted silver bracelet on Li Yinxi's wrist had faded to a bluish-gray color, and some wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Li Yinxi looked at Chen Shuijun who walked into the room with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she couldn't confirm whether this Chen Shuijun was real or fake.

Until a few breaths later.

The jade hairpin in her hair suddenly broke and fell to the ground like broken ice, revealing a red bean inside.

The red bean rolled down to Chen Shuijun's feet.

Chen Shuijun bent down and picked up the red bean.

Li Yinxi couldn't bear it any longer and tears came out of her eyes.

"If you hadn't come, perhaps I would have chosen to die in this yard before September." Li Yinxi said with tears in her eyes.

Chen Shuijun shook his head.

He said to himself in his heart: "You will not die, even if Xuantianjing, Dayu, and even the people of the world want to kill you to become a Taoist, you will not die."

"Because I, Chen Shui-jun, am here."

He seemed to know some secrets about Li Yinxi, but he was not moved at all.

In his eyes, the person in front of him was still Li Yinxi, the girl who came to Yankong Academy disguised as a man to study, and not some [fruit of enlightenment].

-

In Chen Zhian's eyes, the glory of Mingjing Tower was looming.

He walked carefully into a field of red beans, lowered his head, and looked for the hostless fate he saw in Mingjing Tower.

When his eyes fell on the red beans, a smile appeared on his face.

He reached out and plucked a leaf from a red bean plant.

The leaves were extremely green, and a very strange scent lingered around them.

"What is this?"

Chen Zhian looked over and over at the emerald green leaves in his hand.

It doesn't look like a medicinal herb, nor does it look like a magical treasure.

The aura lingering on this leaf was extremely mysterious, leaving Chen Zhian puzzled for a moment.

He looked at it carefully for a while, but couldn't figure out what it was, so he didn't think about it anymore and just put the leaf into the jade box.

At this moment.

The door opened, and Li Yinxi, with tears in her eyes, said softly to Chen Zhian, "Zhian, come in and eat."

“I made a reunion dinner.”

In the room.

The bowl is filled with sweet and fragrant rice.

There are water shield soup and crystal braised pork in the bamboo silk food box.

The white porcelain plate soaked in rouge rice had the word "reunion" written on it with icing sugar.

Chen Shuijun picked up the silk-wrapped chopstick pillow that had rolled to the edge of the table, but saw the words "Yin Xi" written on the end of the chopsticks. These were the chopsticks that the two had used eighteen years ago.

The crickets at the foot of the wall suddenly fell silent, the moonlight in the well kept shaking, and suddenly a west wind blew through the corridor, blowing up a stack of straw papers on the table.

Chen Zhian and Chen Shuijun turned their heads to look.

But I saw that the straw papers were completely filled with two names.

Suicune.

Zhian.

——Tonight is a reunion.

Li Yinxi no longer needs to write these two names.

ps: Asking for monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)