Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 87 Reuniting with Ning Fengzhi, Everything Has Changed (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
"Your Majesty, please take care of your health. We will take our leave now."

Emperor Xueye leaned back on his dragon throne, and after a few suppressed coughs, his face became even paler.

"Sect Leader Ning...why not stay a few more days?"

"It would be good if I could play a game of chess with you."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a smile.

"We will not disturb His Majesty's rest any longer."

Emperor Xueye sighed helplessly.

"Qinghe, go and see your teacher off on my behalf."

"It's Father."

The vermilion palace walls lined the passageway, casting dappled shadows.

Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi walked side by side, chatting about politics.

Go to a secluded place.

Ning Fengzhi paused slightly and looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him.

"Uncle Jian, even you can't see anything wrong with His Majesty's health?"

Chen Xin's face remained calm and still as he slowly shook his head.

"Treating the sick and saving lives is not my forte."

"Even that old monster was helpless, so it seems..."

Ning Fengzhi sighed and suddenly asked Xue Qinghe.

"Qinghe, I heard that you have a close relationship with that famous Sword Wine Master of Tiandou City?"

Xue Qinghe nodded.

"I did indeed get along very well with him."

"Teacher asked about Jianjiu, does he perhaps intend to recruit him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

A perfectly timed smile played on his lips.

"But this person is unruly and I'm afraid he won't be willing to join a faction."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Xue Qinghe.

What he thinks...

There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his disciple's words.

Li Zhexian told Xue Qinghe about his past with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Are the two of them that close?
Ning Fengzhi's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he calmly said:
"I have some old connection with Jianjiu."

"I also thought of meeting him when I came to the capital."

Xue Qinghe's smile remained unchanged.

"Then why doesn't the disciple lead the way for the teacher?"

"Your Highness is preoccupied with official duties; there is no need for you to trouble yourself."

"Sword and Wine's residence is in a remote place, so it would be more appropriate for the disciple to lead the way."

Located in the eastern suburbs of the imperial city, far from the hustle and bustle.

Accompanied by guards, Xue Qinghe, Ning Fengzhi, and Chen Xin stopped in front of a courtyard.

The courtyard wall is not high, and a plum tree with gnarled branches and sparse shadows peeks out from the top of the wall, making this small courtyard have a unique and elegant charm.

Ning Fengzhi raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the graceful plum blossom, and nodded in praise:

"A quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, where character shines through, it's a good place."

Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe's smile deepened, and his tone became light and cheerful.

"Yes, compared to the solemn atmosphere of the grand mansions of major sects, this place is much more carefree and leisurely."

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Five people stood in front of the courtyard gate.

Xue Qinghe was about to step forward and knock on the door.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his sleeves fluttering slightly, and said softly:

"It was my unauthorized visit that disturbed your peaceful retreat."

"I'll take care of the formalities."

thump—

thump—

thump—

The knocking sounded clearly in the quiet countryside.

squeak-

The door opened.

As the sunlight streamed in from outside, it outlined a tall figure dressed in a simple white shirt as he stepped out.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze fell on the boy's handsome face, which was still as dashing as ever, yet seemed to be separated by thousands of miles.

For a moment, I was in a daze, as if I didn't recognize an old friend.

His throat moved slightly, and after three breaths of silence, he finally uttered that long-forgotten name.

"The banished immortal... it's been a long time."

Inside the gate, Li Zhexian wore a newly tailored white robe, spotless, with a perfectly placed faint smile on his face.

He stepped aside to make way and said with a smile:
"Sect Leader Ning, Senior Chenxin, and... Your Highness the Crown Prince, please come in."

Since the name of Sword Wine resounded throughout Tiandou City.

Ning Fengzhi had mentally rehearsed the scene of their reunion countless times.

He imagined the boy would be angry, mocking, smug, or even accuse them of being "blind" back then.

But almost no one expected...

It would be as calm and peaceful as it is now.

The young man in white before me walked with a composed gait. It was as if all that had happened was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against the plum blossoms.

Looking at Li Zhexian like this, Ning Fengzhi suddenly recalled the question Gu Rong had once asked him: "Do you regret it?"

At the time, I only felt a slight ripple in my heart.

And this moment.

The still waters of my heart, which had been gently rippling, now seemed poised to surge.

Sword Douluo Chenxin had no time to think about these things.

His gaze was fixed on Li Zhexian, and he noticed especially the gentle breeze that lingered beside the young man.

A sharp glint suddenly flashed in those calm, still eyes.

The one-month period has arrived.

Unless the occasion is inappropriate.

He was determined to see how many steps Li Zhexian had taken on the path of swordsmanship.

Xue Qinghe was last.

The tension in her heart finally eased the moment she saw Li Zhexian's expression.

Although Li Zhexian had told her that he would face Ning Fengzhi with equanimity.

But what I saw with my own eyes was an unimaginable tranquility.

Only then did she truly feel at ease.

The plum trees stand tall and graceful, casting dappled, cool shade.

Under the tree is an old-fashioned sandalwood table with four round stools.

Li Zhexian led Ning Fengzhi and Chenxin to their seats as host and guest.

As for Xue Qinghe...

He gave you a knowing look, indicating that you should do as you please.

The four of them sat down.

Li Zhexian poured tea for Ning Fengzhi and Chenxin.

He asked casually, as if making a casual conversation:

"Why is Senior Ancient Banyan not here?"

Ning Fengzhi was looking up at the plum blossoms overhead when he heard this. He looked away and smiled.
"Your Uncle Gu needs to stay at the sect, so he did not come along this time."

This long-awaited "Uncle Bone" was heard.

Li Zhexian's hand, holding the teapot, paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, and the tea water rippled slightly in the cup.

It quickly returned to normal, as if that momentary turmoil had never occurred.

Fill the teacup.

Li Zhexian put down the teapot.

Their gazes fell on Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

Deep within those eyes, a complex emotion finally welled up, impossible to suppress.

These two people in front of him were once towering mountains he looked up to.

Ning Fengzhi's strategic planning and Chen Xin's lofty and unparalleled swordsmanship were both realms he once aspired to.

however.

Time has changed.

His path, that of Li Zhexian, had long since deviated from the trajectory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

All that has passed is like watching a fire from across the river; all that remains is a sigh in my heart, a feeling of things having changed and people being no longer the same.

"Even the banished immortal remembers my fondness for this."

Ning Fengzhi's gaze fell on the chessboard that had been prepared on the table.

He flicked his robe sleeves lightly.

The chessboard was set up between the two.

"Immortal, it's been a long time since we played chess. How about we have a game?"

"Okay."

Li Zhexian smiled and agreed.

Black and white pieces intertwine, and the pieces are placed silently.

The game of chess is intricate and subtle, without any apparent fighting or killing. It is more like a reunion of old friends, flowing silently within the small space of the chessboard.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the chessboard, a relieved smile gradually appearing on his face.

"Immortal, I knew I hadn't misjudged you..."

The words fell.

The relaxed atmosphere instantly froze.

because……

Ning Fengzhi also said the opposite to Li Zhexian.

The white jade chess piece that Li Bai held between his fingers.

It hovered in mid-air, and this time it didn't fall.

There was a long silence.

The weight made the plum branches seem to droop slightly.

Xue Qinghe glanced at Li Zhexian, then quietly reached behind her with her right hand and tugged at the hem of Li Zhexian's clothes to comfort her.

After a few breaths of silence, Ning Fengzhi's voice carried a hint of indescribable bitterness.
"Exiled Immortal..."

"Would you be willing to return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

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