Best Ascension

Chapter 22
Just when Zhao Cheng was anxious and uneasy, the atmosphere in the room was not as sad as imagined.

Zhao Sheng was sitting by the bed, holding the hand of his wife Wang Yuqi, talking tenderly about the 70 years since their marriage.

Wang Yuqi was as thin as a stick, and her face was covered with terrible age spots.

At this time, she had fallen into a coma and could not hear what her husband said at all.

However, Zhao Sheng didn't seem to have a trace of sadness, and he still spoke in a leisurely manner,

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Yuqi's hand suddenly moved slightly, her eyelids twitched a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes covered with white spots.

Her eyes were dull, her eyes were scattered and dazed, and she was a little panicked.

But after feeling her husband's shriveled hands, Wang Yuqi immediately relaxed, with a reassuring smile on her face.

"Brother Zhiqin, I finally died before you. That's great!" She murmured, her voice was so weak and low that it was almost inaudible.

"Yes! From now on, I will be the only one who will live alone. Well, I know you are very afraid of loneliness." Zhao Sheng leaned into her ear and said softly.

"Brother Qin, you always know me best. Do you still remember how we first met?"

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to press the corner of the quilt for his wife, and said with a light smile, "Why don't you remember, I used perfume to attract you and Yuyan. In order to attract your attention, I played a qin piece called Gaoshan Liushui."

"Ahem, I knew you had bad intentions. I was also young and ignorant back then, so I was easily deceived by you."

"Do you regret it?"

"No regrets! Never regrets!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Yuqi's complexion suddenly became extremely rosy, and her voice became clear again.

Zhao Sheng's mind tightened, and he couldn't help holding his wife's hand tightly.

He knew it was a flashback.

Wang Yuqi suddenly turned her face to the side, looked at Zhao Sheng with an extremely eager expression, and said expectantly: "Brother Qin, I want to hear you say it again, the love poem you gave me back then."

At this time, tears welled up in Zhao Sheng's eyes, his voice trembled slightly, and he whispered softly: "Slender clouds are tricky, flying stars spread hatred, silver men are far and dark. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win the countless worlds... "

After Zhao Sheng finished reading the love poem, Wang Yuqi seemed to have fulfilled her last wish, her complexion quickly turned pale, her breathing almost stagnated, and only the last trace of consciousness remained: "Brother Qin, I suddenly feel homesick and miss my grandparents, grandparents, and daddy." Mother, and my sister Yuyan. I want to go back—"

Before she could say the word family, she suddenly let go of her husband's right hand feebly, and stopped breathing forever.

Seeing his wife pass away, tears instantly blurred Zhao Sheng's eyes.

At this moment, he burst into tears.

When Zhao Sheng walked out of the house in a slump, there was a burst of crying from all over the Zhao residence.

A month later, under the watchful eyes of his son Zhao Cheng, grandson Zhao Xuanhan and others, Zhao Sheng boarded a carriage holding his wife's urn.

Then, driven by the driver of the Xiantian Realm, the carriage started slowly and began to drive to Ganzhou, the state of Liang, more than 4000 miles away.

……

From winter to spring, in March of Yangchun, the peach blossoms on the peach trees in Nanyang City suddenly bloomed in one night.

The fragrance of flowers is bursting, and the fallen petals are colorful.

On the day when the people in Nanyang celebrated the Peach Blossom Festival, a dilapidated carriage stopped in front of an old mansion.

As soon as Zhao Sheng got off the carriage, he saw seven or eight men with knives and swords suddenly surround them, and chased them away loudly: "No matter where you are from, hurry up! The Zhao family sees no outsiders today!"

"Bold!"

Zhao Eryi, the coachman, taught everything learned by Zhao Sheng himself, and respected Mr. Zhao like a god.

Seeing this situation, he took a sudden step forward and yelled violently, the innate qi mixed in the sound waves burst out suddenly.

The eardrums and cochleas of these seven or eight men were shattered on the spot, and they collapsed to the ground.

"Oh, why can't I get up!!"

"Ah, I can't hear you!"

They screamed again and again, and their bodies completely lost their balance. No matter how much they struggled, they still couldn't get up.

At this time, the expressions of the two middle-aged men in red who were guarding the gate of the Zhao Mansion suddenly changed drastically.

Different from the ordinary gangsters, those who came from the Xuedaomen saw the heels of the ordinary man who looked like a coachman at a glance.

This person turned out to be a rare innate master in Ganzhou, an existence at the same level as the blood knife ancestor.

Seeing that it was not good, the two disciples of the Blood Knife Sect were about to run to the Zhao Mansion.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a thin, white-haired old man with a severed arm suddenly appeared between the two of them.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy mountain-like momentum came, and the two of them were completely suppressed in an instant, unable to move their bodies, like bugs frozen in amber.

Fortunately, this terrifying momentum came and went quickly!

The two soon regained their freedom, but none of them dared to move, let alone report the news to the blood knife ancestor.

"Let me ask you, what happened to the Zhao Mansion? Who are you?" Zhao Sheng asked the two of them after putting away his innate coercion.

These two people did not dare to hide anything, and quickly confessed: "We are all disciples of the Blood Knife Sect. But we have absolutely no malicious intentions. It was the ancestor of the Blood Knife who wanted to accept the third young master of the Zhao Mansion as an apprentice, so he came to the Zhao Mansion in person .We just guard the door to prevent outsiders from disturbing that’s all.”

"Accept apprentices?"

Zhao Sheng frowned, and thought: "If you really want to recruit apprentices, you shouldn't make such a battle?"

At this time, the coachman Zhao Er suddenly came over and said: "Old man, look at the posture of the knife, the ancestor of the blood knife is probably not a good person! Look, do you want to send this person away first?"

"Need not,"

After speaking, Zhao Sheng stepped into the ancestral house that he hadn't been back to for 50 years.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the reception hall of the Zhao Mansion was extremely heavy.

At the head of the lobby sat a ruddy old man with a beard hanging down his jaw.Although this person is over half a hundred years old, his hair is still dark and his face has no wrinkles. He is obviously proficient in health preservation.

On the left and right chairs at the bottom of the lobby, the four elders of the Zhao family sat on the left, and only two sat on the right.

The one on the top is an old man with a bald head and dove face, wearing a bright red robe. He is unusually tall, and his appearance is even more sinister.

This is Chang Meng, the ancestor of the Blood Knife who shocked Ganzhou Jianghu Banjiazi.

And sitting below him is an old Taoist priest with a childlike face and white hair holding a whisk.

Behind the two of them stood a row of blood knife disciples dressed in red.Their temples are bulging high, and one can tell that they are all first-class masters that are rare in the world

Probably getting impatient with waiting, the ancestor of Xuedao suddenly asked in a gloomy tone: "How is your Zhao family thinking? When will the ancestor see my precious apprentice?"

After listening to the flower, the old man with a beautiful beard smiled and said: "Old Ancestor Chang, it is supposed to be a blessing for my Zhao family that you can accept Jie'er as an apprentice. It's just a coincidence that Jie'er went to visit his aunt and grandmother two days ago. Now He hasn’t come back yet. Otherwise, after he comes back, I’ll let Jie’er take the initiative to go to the Blood Knife Gate to learn from him, do you think it’s okay?”

"fart!"

(End of this chapter)