Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 128 Red and White Splendor

For the next few days, Gao Yuan studied martial arts from dawn till dusk.

Of the remaining three floors of the pavilion, very few caught his eye; his main focus was on parrying moves and continuously incorporating the Tianshan Plum Blossom Technique.

In less than ten days, the entire underwater layer was fully visible.

That evening.

Gao Yuan lit the lamp, and on the nanmu wood table were brushes and ink. He stroked the clear paper in front of him and picked up the brush to write.

"Ah Luo, it's like we're meeting in person."

As soon as he finished writing, Gao Yuan bit the tip of his pen and wrote again: "A cup of sorrow, years of separation, wrong, wrong, wrong... The vows remain, but letters are hard to send, no, no, no..."

As the poem began, Gao Yuan shuddered.

So incredibly cheesy!

Suppressing his nausea, he continued writing.

"Ah Luo, I made many mistakes in my life, I'm sorry. In this world, all I think of is this flower tea, dear Ah Luo..."

The sweet nothings used to flirt in their past lives were slightly modified from classical Chinese, and some secrets known only to the two of them were added.

He didn't believe Li Qingluo wouldn't get aroused after seeing this.

As for the question of whether it was written in one's own handwriting.

The Prince of Zhennan has a wicked concubine. I speak for him and write for him; this is truly helping him!

Gao Yuan wrote hundreds of words in a long and flowing style. When he finished writing, he wrote down the three big characters "Duan Zhengchun".

I unfolded it again and admired it carefully.

Wonderful!

"If Duan Zhengchun hadn't said it himself, how could he have written about their illicit affair in such detail? I'm sure Li Qingluo would believe it."

Gao Yuan dried the letter and then sealed it with beeswax.

If he only wanted to take Xiao Wuxiang and run away, there wouldn't be many people in Mantuo Manor who could stop him if Ding Chunqiu wasn't around.

However, there are quite a few books in the Langhuan Jade Cave.

Since I can't move everything back to Lingjiu Palace by myself right now, I'll have to see it all first.

Staying under Duan Zhengchun's name is the safest option.

That way, it's very safe.

After staying at Canhezhuang for a few more days, one evening after dinner, Gao Yuan turned to look at Taihu Lake and sighed softly, "Life is full of unpredictable gatherings and partings. Brother Murong, I have troubled you for too long, it is time to take my leave."

The next day, at the break of dawn.

The lake's surface is draped in a white silk ribbon, while the wild landscape rises with a misty blue haze.

9:00 AM (巳时).

Gao Yuan and Abi took their leave of Murong Fu.

Young Master Murong clung to the carriage wheel and lay down on the rudder, sincerely trying to persuade the young man to stay. But seeing that the young man was determined to leave, he had no choice but to give up in disappointment.

During the long conversation, the young man's views on Dali's partial peace, the rise of Tubo, and the common people of the Central Plains abandoning the "old land of the Former Yan" to chase the "chaotic situation in the Central Plains" broadened his horizons considerably, and he had already considered him a close friend.

I wish I could have immediately appointed the young man as my strategist, but now, as I bid him farewell, I feel most reluctant to leave.

When he learned that his friend wanted to go to Mantuo Manor, Young Master Murong also wanted to go with her, but Li Qingluo was still angry about the last time.

Fearing that his aunt would be angry with him, the boy gave up the idea.

"Brother Gao, you are the only one in the world whom I consider a brother. Unfortunately, I am in mourning and cannot leave the manor, and you are also burdened with the affairs of your sect... Alas!"

At the gate of Canhe Manor, Murong Fu was still dressed in simple, coarse linen clothes, without collar or sleeves, and with a hemp waist and shoes.

The ink stain on the painting was from a painting he made in his spare time and presented to the young man.

To be honest, Murong Fu's painting skills were not very good; they were only passable.

But Gao Yuan couldn't very well refuse the painting, given with such heartfelt sincerity.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Murong Fu: "Brother Murong, don't worry, there will always be a day when we can drink and laugh together."

Gao Yuan felt somewhat embarrassed. A few days ago, during a casual chat, he almost tricked Young Master Murong into going to Liaodong and Tibet to develop his career.

I can picture him insisting on becoming sworn brothers with me.

Gao Yuan wished he could run away immediately.

If I hadn't been clever enough to remind myself of the importance of mourning and the prohibition of auspicious rites and oaths, I probably would have an older brother by now.

Murong Fu laughed heartily: "The journey ahead is long and arduous, take care!"

The four great generals of Canhezhuang also stood by with smiles on their faces.

Gongye Qian looked regretful: "I thought Brother Gao would have more time to review the martial arts manuals, but I didn't expect it to be so rushed."

The astonishment in his words resonated deeply with Deng Baichuan and the others; none of them had imagined that someone so young would possess such a photographic memory.

Deng Baichuan teased from the side, "If Brother Gao had stayed a few more days, you could have asked me to teach you a few more moves of the Prajna Palm and the Eight Divine Fist Techniques, right?"

"Brother Gao's insights into martial arts are extraordinary, so I should naturally learn from him. Otherwise, how can I maintain my reputation as the second-best martial artist in Jiangnan?" Gongye Qian nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What second palm strike? With Brother Gao here, you'll be called 'Third Palm Strike' of Jiangnan from now on."

Gao Yuan clasped his hands in a fist salute to them, saying, "Once I have finished my business, I will have the opportunity to visit you again."

"If Brother Murong needs any help, you can send someone to Hangzhou to inform Mr. Kang, and he will immediately send a message to me by carrier pigeon."

The young man was clear-headed, keeping things separate. He tricked the old man into watching the Murong family's martial arts, which was his way of settling scores with the old man who had been looking for trouble with him.

As for taking care of Abi.

Since he had promised Abi that his sect would help her repay her debt of gratitude, he naturally had to keep his word.

The people of Canhe Village were warmed by his promise, especially Murong Fu, who was overjoyed to receive the young man's promise.

Everyone clasped their hands in greeting, and Gao Yuan said, "Take care."

"Young Master, Brother Deng, Brother Gongye, Brother Bao, and Brother Feng, I have no way to repay your kindness to me. Farewell!"

The little girl curtsied to everyone.

"Abi, Yanziwu is your second home. If you are bullied, don't hesitate to come to your third brother."

"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about, Fourth Brother? With Brother Gao around, who could possibly bully Little Abi?"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Azhu was very reluctant to part with her little sister. Feeling a little melancholy, she lost the desire to bicker with Abi.

"Until we meet again, brother!"

"Abi, take care on your journey!"

Gao Yuan and Abi headed towards the boat, with a servant from the Murong family rowing it.

Their figures gradually blended into Taihu Lake, leaving only the shimmering waves.

After leaving Canhezhuang, apart from the gentle rustling of oars and the rustling of water chestnut leaves against the boat, all was unusually quiet. A gentle breeze on the lake carried a faint fragrance of flowers.

Murong Fu painted the picture himself.

In the painting, under the afterglow of a sunset, he used ink and brush to depict the carefree disciple.

In the painting, a young man brandishes a sword, his clothes fluttering in the wind, while a girl in green leans against a railing, holding a zither, her bright eyes gazing into the distance, appearing clever and intelligent.

Seeing that Abi was staring at the painting, the young man assumed that the girl was feeling sad because she had just left Yanziwu and was looking at the painting. He smiled and gave the painting to her.

Abi was delighted and carefully put away the scroll, as if it were a priceless treasure.

Gao Yuan benefited greatly from his trip to Canhezhuang and wished he could immediately go into seclusion to experience the enlightenment.

But considering that a lot of time had already passed, they gave up the idea of ​​delaying any longer.

It took at least an hour to travel from Canhezhuang to Mantuo Mountain Villa.

The boat turned past a row of weeping willows, and in the distance, a cluster of flowering trees reflected red in the water, as bright as rosy clouds.

If Gao Yuan wasn't mistaken, one of the plants appeared to be a camellia unique to Kainan Prefecture in Dali.

It seems...

Lady Wang's collection of camellias is extremely extensive!

However, the taste is not very good.

Although he himself did not know the difference between good and bad camellias, Sikong Xuan did. Camellias of this quality were indeed of high quality.

According to him, in Kainan Prefecture, he could only be considered a low-ranking official.

The accompanying servant, rowing the boat, bowed and said, "Young Master Gao, we have arrived at Mantuo Manor."

The small boat sailed straight towards the camellia trees. Once ashore, all you could see were colorful red and white camellias.

"Young master, shall I wait here?"

Gao Yuan turned around and smiled: "No need to wait, you can go back to Canhe Manor to report."

"Yes, young master."

The servant agreed and rowed away.

As Gao Yuan and Abi landed, they suddenly heard light footsteps in the flower grove. A young maid, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in green, emerged from the grove carrying a bundle of flowers.

Upon seeing Abi, she hurried over, her face beaming with joy.

"Abi, your young master angered Madam the other day, how dare you come here? Aren't you afraid that Madam will take her anger out on you?"