Best Ascension

Chapter 25 Ask the world what love is

When they heard that the Zhao family had already established a foundation in the world of cultivating immortals, and that the family already had four qi-refining cultivators, Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Xuanyi looked excited and excited.

After the two exchanged glances, they quickly confessed to Zhao Sheng that there was also a cultivator in the Zhao family.

Zhao Yujie, 15 years old this year, has the three spiritual roots of gold, wood and fire, and has a level of Qi refining.

He is the third son of Zhao Xuanyi and the great-grandson of Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng was very pleasantly surprised when he heard the news.

But when he got another unexpected news, he stood up abruptly, and asked almost out of composure: "What are you talking about, Yuyan is still alive? Where is she now?"

Zhao Xuanyi nodded and said: "Grandpa, my aunt is indeed still alive. She is now living in seclusion in Moling City. You should know the location. Besides, Jieer is also there."

Hearing this, a halo suddenly appeared on Zhao Sheng's old and thin face, and he said impatiently: "No, I'm going to find her now."

As he spoke, his figure flashed, and he arrived at the door in an instant.

"Old Nine..."

Before Zhao Zhijing could yell out a second time, Zhao Sheng was no longer in the room.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Xuanyi looked at each other, speechless.

A day later, the coachman Zhao Er drove the carriage quickly into Moling City, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

After getting out of the carriage, Zhao Sheng looked at the words "Zhao Mansion" on the plaque at the door, feeling very emotional in his heart, and couldn't help feeling even more guilty.

At that time, he only cared about arranging for his relatives to escape, but he didn't care about Wang Yuyan.

I always thought that she and the Wang family died in Fangyan Valley, but I didn't expect that she escaped.

Just when Zhao Sheng was slowly recalling some things from that year, a burst of piano sound suddenly came from the courtyard wall.

The sound of the piano is intermittent, like a beginner playing an unfamiliar piece.

But when Zhao Sheng heard it, a guqin piece that had been dusty for many years rushed to his heart.

mountains and rivers,

Alas, it's been too long since I played it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng tapped his feet, his body slowly lifted off the ground, and then floated over the wall and landed in a garden with mountains and water.

At this time, in the octagonal pavilion in the center of the garden, a young man with a face like a jade crown was sitting behind the piano table, plucking the guqin in front of him strangely.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng suddenly seemed to have returned to that afternoon 70 years ago, when the two beauties walked together, their beautiful eyes looking forward, and their sweet smiles.

At this time, the young man noticed Zhao Sheng's figure, his face changed drastically, and he immediately asked cautiously, "Who are you? Why did you trespass on my Zhao's house?"

Zhao Sheng looked at the boy who looked somewhat similar to him, with a kind smile on his face, and said gently: Don't be afraid, child!The old man has no malicious intentions, I just came today to meet an old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time. "

Who would have thought it would be better if he didn't talk about it, but Zhao Yujie became even more nervous when he talked about it.

"Who are you? Don't tell me, don't blame me for being rude!"

As he said that, Zhao Yujie flipped his right hand, and suddenly there were two scarlet talismans in his hand.

Zhao Sheng couldn't help laughing when he saw this, he never imagined that the first meeting between grandparents and grandchildren would be so tense.

He can't fight with his great-grandson, it's too funny.

In addition, it is not good to reveal one's identity. How could the great-grandson believe in empty words.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng was not too old to be completely confused. After seeing Guqin, he quickly thought of a way.

"Wait!"

Seeing that the grandson was eager to play, Zhao Sheng hurriedly said: "You just played it wrong, Gaoshan Liushui is not so good at playing."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yujie was surprised and said, "Do you know that I can play like mountains and rivers?"

Zhao Sheng smiled, and said triumphantly: "I created this high mountain and flowing water qin piece. Do you think I know it?"

"impossible!"

Zhao Yujie suddenly became very angry, and said coldly: "Grandma Zu said that only a few people in the world know this song. You can't be one of them."

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng smiled slyly and said, "Why is it impossible? People can tell lies, but the melody can't. Come, let this old man teach you what it means to find a friend in the mountains and rivers."

As he said that, Zhao Sheng stretched out his right hand, flexed and stretched his five fingers and pressed downwards, and he saw five wisps of purple-blue innate qi burst out from his fingertips, and instantly connected to the strings two feet away.

As Zhao Sheng's five fingers kept pressing and playing in the air, the strings of the guqin were constantly plucked by the innate qi, and beautiful and ethereal music came out, quickly spreading from the garden to the surrounding courtyards.

When Zhao Sheng played, the sound of the piano was sometimes majestic and natural, with rhythms like mountains, and sometimes gurgling and soft like flowing water, with endless meaning.

Hearing this familiar melody, Zhao Yujie immediately stood on the spot, full of doubts: "Who is this old man with a broken arm? Could it be..."

Zheng!
However, halfway through the playing, the strings suddenly became chaotic, and there was a piercing clang.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Zhao Sheng froze, and slowly turned his head to look at the corner gate of the garden. There was a thin old woman with white hair standing there.

Fifty years of wind, frost, rain and snow, although the beauty of the past has been obliterated by time, Zhao Sheng still recognized the identity of the visitor at a glance.

The two looked at each other for a long time, until Zhao Sheng's excited heart gradually calmed down, and then he said with difficulty: "Yuyan, I... I'm back."

Wang Yuyan looked at the old man with a broken arm under the octagonal pavilion with extremely complicated emotions.

50 years is too long, too long, and too much expectation and passion have been wiped out.

She thought she would be out of control, but when the two really reunited, Wang Yuyan found herself very calm, just like a wife who has lived alone for decades suddenly sees her husband who has not returned for a long time, and the feeling is still so familiar.

Wang Yuyan walked slowly towards Zhao Sheng, and greeted him with a calm expression: "Long time no see, how are you?"

Zhao Sheng was silent for a moment, then whispered: "I'm fine, how about you?"

"not good at all!"

Zhao Sheng suddenly choked up.

Seeing him like this, Wang Yuyan suddenly smiled.

For a moment, it seemed to be back in the past.

She said with disgust: "I haven't seen you for so many years, why have you become so stupid. Where did your sweet words when you were young go?"

Zhao Sheng shook his head and sighed, "Oh, I'm getting old! I'm getting so old that I'm almost confused. You're getting old too, and we're all getting old!"

Wang Yuyan didn't answer the conversation but changed the subject and asked, "Where's Yuqi? Is she okay? Is she still as irritable as before?"

Zhao Sheng's expression froze when he heard this, he hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice: "Three months ago, sister Qi passed away!"

The smile that just appeared on Wang Yuyan's face disappeared without a trace.

After a long time, tears welled up in her eyes, and she murmured to herself, "Dead, all dead. Now I am the only one left in the Wang family."

Zhao Sheng quickly comforted him, "You still have me."

Wang Yuyan shook her head after listening, and said coldly: "You are not my Wang family."

Zhao Sheng felt a little overwhelmed, so he emphasized: "I am the son-in-law of the Wang family, and to be honest, Yujie and many other descendants also have the blood of the Wang family. Yuyan, you are not alone."

cough!
suddenly,

A cough interrupted their conversation.

Looking from the side, I saw Zhao Yujie standing there with a face full of embarrassment in the octagonal pavilion.

……

After three days,
In the northwest corner of Zhao's ancestral cemetery, a brand new tomb has been erected
Zhao Xuanyi, his wife, Zhao Yujie and other great-grandchildren bowed three times and nine times to Wang Yuqi's tombstone with solemn expressions.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yuyan beside Zhao Sheng was already sobbing.

Perhaps because of the great stimulation, on the day of his return, Wang Yuyan suddenly fell ill,
Out of a sense of indebtedness, Zhao Sheng stayed by her side every day regardless of his fatigue.

Due to her age, Wang Yuyan's illness never improved. At the beginning, she was able to get out of bed and walk around, but in the later stage, she was too weak to get out of bed.

During Wang Yuyan's illness, while taking care of her, Zhao Sheng secretly arranged for Zhao Xuanyi, Zhao Yujie and other members of the Zhao family to secretly migrate to Longli Lake.

The Zhao family just took root in Longli Lake, when it was extremely short of population.

At this time, relocating some people can quickly consolidate the family foundation in the past.

Zhao Sheng had noticed decades ago that Zhao Cheng had two couples, one was lazy and the other was a cultivator.Neither of them is the stuff to run a family.

Zhao Xuanyi is the patriarch of Nanyang, so his ability goes without saying.

When he arrived at Longli Lake, he could just help Zhao Cheng and his wife manage common affairs and ordinary clansmen.

When batches of Zhao family members continued to migrate to Longli Lake, time also passed by little by little.

Three years later, the autumn wind was bleak and the fallen leaves were flying.

In the Zhaojiazudi Cemetery, another tombstone was erected next to Wang Yuqi's grave.

Zhao Sheng, with all white hair and wrinkled face, sat on the stone steps in front of the tombstone, looking at the few lines of writing on the tombstone, with a dazed expression, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, when the sun sets, dusk falls.

Zhao Sheng moved his body, and suddenly heaved a long sigh, facing the tombstone, and whispered: "Yuyan, I said that I would give you a title, but you never agreed during your lifetime. You want me to owe you a lifetime.

Alas, I wrote a love poem to Qi Mei.Now I have one for you too.For the sake of you, when you see sister Qi, say I'm unfair. "

The autumn wind blows away the dead leaves that fell on the stele, revealing a few lines of text on the stele:
"Ask the world, what is love, directly teach life and death?

There are two flying passengers from the north to the south, and the old wings return to the cold and heat a few times.

Have fun, parting hard, you will be more idiots.

What you should say:

Stratus cloud for thousands of miles, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who will the shadow go to? "

As the sun set slowly, the bleak autumn wind caressed the writing on the tombstone again and again.

Zhao Sheng supported his aging body, stood up from the stone steps, his body was hunched, and he staggered towards the distance...

(End of this chapter)