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Chapter 725 Zhao Qingxiu: He is missing in my destiny and needs to be filled in [Ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket in the middle of the month! ]

Chengtian Temple, inside a hall with unfinished murals.

Yuan Huaimin asked doubtfully:

"How can it be more thorough?"

Wu Daozi suddenly asked back:
"Since you know about Dingjian, you also know about Ding, right?"

"I have heard that Ding swords are all made of Ding."

"The Ding Sword is made from a Ding, but can't the Ding Sword be transformed into a Ding?"

"Can it be done the other way around?"

"Why not? The real Ding Sword is a mythical object, and almost no one can resist it. But the fake Ding Sword can be used. The scholar named Cui Hao has verified it.

"Later, the original copy of Peach Blossom Spring, that is, the fake Ding Sword, fell into Cui Hao's hands. He directly split the fake Ding Sword into 320 fake Dings. The fake Dings would disperse the power of the fake Ding Sword according to the number of fake Dings, and the requirements for the sword wielder were lower. Even as long as he knew the sword tactics, it would be much less demanding than the real sword wielder... At that time, these fake Dings were scattered in 320 Buddhist temples, protecting the national destiny of your ancestors, the Great Wei."

"So, you were painting in every Buddhist temple in Chang'an in order to collect the fake tripods and restore them to their original form as the most powerful fake tripod sword?"

"That's right. The first time I found the fake Ding Sword was in a shabby mural in Caotang Temple. Who would have thought that Cui Hao could hide the fake Ding Sword in it? When Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty destroyed Buddhism, Cui Hao suggested leaving 320 Buddhist temples. So that's what he had in mind. The Great Wei originally believed in Buddhism. Even if Buddhism was destroyed, it could not be completely eradicated. It would be better for the Great Wei to build Buddhist temples by itself and use the vast incense of Buddhists in the territory to support this new Taoyuan Sword Formation. Scholars are practical in doing things. It's really cruel."

Wu Daozi nodded, with some emotion:

"But to do this, it takes the whole country's strength. Even if we ask the hidden sect to come, it won't work. The three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism can try with all their strength, but we don't have the whole country's strength. So I collected the fake tripods hidden in the murals of 320 Buddhist temples and remade this painting. It is now the Peach Blossom Spring Picture. It has restored a pure fake tripod sword. It is also the first fake tripod sword on the mountain. It can be said to have seen the light of day again."

The old man smiled and said:

"Seeing it is like seeing [Hanshi]."

Yuan Huaimin asked: "Can [Han Shi] never be found again?"

Wu Daozi nodded, then shook his head:
"At least I didn't find it. Tao Yuanming left something behind. But I always feel that the clue to [Han Shi] is hidden in this fake Ding Sword. It may require a person with the same spirit as [Han Shi] to find it. At least so far, I haven't met such a person."

The old man's tone was somewhat regretful.

Yuan Huaimin held the new bronze scroll and asked cautiously:

"Mr. Wu, I'm not a hot-tempered person."

Wu Daozi looked at him and replied with a half-smile:

"You are really irritating."

Yuan Huaimin seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Wu Daozi waved his hand gently:
“That shouldn’t be the case. If it were, you wouldn’t have given me the original copy of Peach Blossom Spring that was hidden in your home. You would have kept it by mistake instead of giving it away generously and letting it slip away from your fingers.

"Although it is now an empty shell and is no longer a fake Ding Sword after being disassembled by Cui Hao, it is still attractive to me because it is a window connecting the [Hanshi] in the Peach Blossom Spring to the secular world below the mountain. This is true even if it has become a blank sheet of paper. However, now, this window is a new scroll, and the old one is indeed just a piece of old blank paper..."

The old man smiled again and asked:
"Little Huaimin, do you know that in the eyes of some fortune tellers on the mountain, your situation is called a body that leaks blessings, and it is easy for others to make wedding clothes. People with bad intentions will take advantage of this loophole. But, those little kids are actually not good enough. In my eyes, you are a person with great fortune and luck. Or what I said before is because you are noble enough and you don't care. Who said you are leaking blessings? You are obviously very lucky."

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt:
"Mr. Wu, if you put this kind of person outside, you'd be called a prodigal. Qiu Niang and the elders in the clan all say this about me."

Wu Daozi coughed lightly and waved his hand:
"What do they know? They are just a bunch of little kids. They are like mushrooms that don't know the new moon or the full moon, or cicadas that don't know the spring or autumn."

Yuan Huaimin looked down at the new bronze scroll and said with some disappointment:

"When they knew I gave you this, they all looked at me strangely. Qiu Niang said that if it weren't for her intercession, the Imperial Observatory might have put me in jail, and it might even have affected my family."

"I almost hurt you. This matter is indeed my fault. But if I am not mistaken, the bronze shaft issue was originally caused by you, Xiao Huaimin, who is not good at hiding things and carefully leaked them to the court. However, they discovered it slowly. They are indeed a group of short-sighted people."

Wu Daozi stood with his hands behind his back and smiled:

"The original copy of Peach Blossom Spring has been in the secret vault of your Jingzhao Yuan family for many years, but no one of your clansmen has discovered it. As descendants of the Northern Wei royal family, you are really a bunch of good-for-nothings. The same goes for the Si Tianjian. I guess they haven't figured out the mystery of the fake Ding sword yet, and they are all focusing on studying the fake Ding recorded in the Yuan family. They only have a superficial understanding of what I have told you. It's ridiculous and lamentable."

Yuan Huaimin stroked the blood bronze shaft with his hand and asked with some doubt:
"Mr. Wu, didn't you say that Cui Hao split the Peach Blossom Spring into 320 fake pieces? Then why is the original Peach Blossom Spring still there?"

Wu Daozi put it succinctly: "Words without spirit are like a dry page of paper."

Yuan Huaimin asked again:
"That senior named Cui Hao made a new sword formation. Doesn't that require blood bronze?"

Wu Daozi sighed:
“That’s why we say this person is amazing. There’s an unofficial history that says this person looks like a woman but is as smart as a demon. This is true. For the new Peach Blossom Sword Formation, he bypassed blood bronze and made a more suitable Qi refining material that is similar to blood bronze.

"Moreover, the blood bronze used by Tao Yuanming is vaguely related to Yunmeng Sword Lake. Blood bronze has other uses in Yunmeng Sword Lake, and the Lady Palace could not have imagined that Tao Yuanming could borrow it. Therefore, Tao Yuanming and Cui Hao both had a stroke of genius to create the new sword-wielding system of the Peach Blossom Spring Sword Formation."

After a pause, Wu Daozi glanced at Yuan Huaimin and asked:
"Xiao Huaimin, didn't you know these things before?"

Yuan Huaimin scratched his head: "If it weren't for you, sir, how would I know where to go?"

Wu Daozi looked at him with a meaningful look in his eyes and said:

"It seems that you are really not valued in the Yuan clan."

Yuan Huaimin had some misunderstandings and said guiltily:
"I am really useless and can't bring anything to my family. In this respect, I am far less promising than Qiu Niang."

Wu Daozi suddenly said:
"This girl named Yi Qianqiu is now in Xunyang Grottoes, right? She is the commander of the White Tiger Guards that protect the Buddha? What a promising future she has? Oh, Xiao Huaimin can go over and teach her a lesson. You are a man after all."

Yuan Huaimin immediately shook his head: "No, we can't hurt Qiu Niang."

He said weakly:
"Mr. Wu, will something happen on the day of the celebration? Will you take action?"

Wu Daozi remained silent, looking up at the Buddhist painting, as if concentrating on appreciating it, and occasionally adding a stroke.

Yuan Huaimin whispered: "Mr. Wu, please..."

Wu Daozi suddenly said:

"They say that if you fight at the head of the bed, you will make up at the foot of the bed. It doesn't matter if you teach him a lesson. It won't hurt his life."

Yuan Huaimin subconsciously said, "Mr. Wu, your word is a promise. If you take action, will you really not harm her life?"

After a pause, he noticed Wu Daozi's smiling eyes, and he realized what was happening, blushing:

"Mr. Wu, don't talk nonsense. They are not husband and wife. She is my sister. People from the same clan should help each other when they are outside."

Wu Daozi asked leisurely:

"You have to choose one of the two choices I give you."

Yuan Huaimin was silent for a moment, then suddenly took off the heavy new bronze scroll. He handed back the fake Ding sword that was equivalent to the [Hanshi] sword, and said softly:

"I'm sorry Mr. Wu, I'm incompetent and I don't want to choose either. I still prefer my current life."

He smiled and said:

"What does destiny have to do with me?"

Wu Daozi was silent for a moment, then waved his hand:
"Again, you can reply after the celebration. Don't mention it too early now. As for this painting, you can hold it for me first. I can promise you that I will protect Yi Qianqiu on the day of the celebration, but this is not a condition. This is our friendship, the relationship between master and apprentice. But I also need your help with something. Well, this is not a request, but also our friendship. I won't force you. You can accept it or not."

The hunchbacked old man smiled happily. He stood on the ladder and was just in position to pat Yuan Huaimin on the shoulder:

"I know your temper and won't force you."

Yuan Huaimin's expression was somewhat moved. He stood where he was and took a deep breath.

"Sir, please go ahead, but you can say whatever you want."

Wu Daozi smiled and said:

"It's like this. There's actually an old friend over at Xunyang Grottoes. We've known each other for many years, but we don't get along. He seems to have accepted a new student recently. As you know, I've always been a proud person. This time I happened to pass by Xunyang City, and you're here too. I'm also going to bring a student over to compete with him. Then, I want to see how strong his student is, and how heavy his old bones are. How do you think?" "What does that old gentleman do? What if we lose?"

Wu Daozi laughed and scolded: "What are you thinking about? You are afraid before the battle. You are too spineless. Where is the energy you had when you wrote poems to criticize the false emperor for changing his title?"

Yuan Huaimin didn't care, shrugged and said, "The master also saw it and leaked it."

Without waiting to be scolded, he asked again:

"What if we lose?"

"It's just a skinny old man and a little girl. Are you scared, even though you're a seven-foot-tall man?"

"That depends on who it is, the skinny old man or the little girl. Mr. Wu doesn't know that Qiu Niang could beat five people when she was ten years old, and he even swung me around to play with me..."

Wu Daozi said jokingly: "Oh, if you lose, you are an unworthy disciple. If you win, it means that I have taught you well. Anyway, I don't care."

Yuan Huaimin hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Wu Daozi smiled:
"Okay, let's go together."

Yuan Huaimin suddenly said:

"Besides Qiu Niang, could you please save another person when the time comes?"

Wu Daozi asked: "Who?"

Yuan Huaimin whispered:

"A good friend, I owe him many meals. Like my husband, he sometimes feels bad for me, but he truly treats me as a friend."

He rubbed his face, lowered his head and said:

"But in some matters, I am an incompetent friend. I am as timid as a mouse and dare not speak to him..."

Wu Daozi saw Yuan Huaimin raise his head for the first time ever, looked directly at him and said:

"Mr. Wu, I know you won't hurt innocent people this time. In Xunyang City, I don't care about the power struggles and life and death of other people except innocent people. But he must live and live well. Don't hurt him in the fights between you strange masters."

Wu Daozi asked curiously, "Who is he?"

"Ouyang Lianghan."

……

Quiet little courtyard.

In the lobby, at the table.

Yu Nianyuan supported his chin with his jade palm, sat upright at the table, and waited patiently.

Zhao Qingxiu came from the kitchen, holding a bowl of hot noodles in both hands, put it on the table, and wiped her apron with both hands.

"Thanks to you, Xiaoqi."

Yu Nianyuan reached out and wiped her temples, then adjusted the sky-blue ribbon for Zhao Qingxiu.

After doing all this, she glanced at the gift box that Zhao Qingxiu still had on the table, ready to take with her when she left, without saying a word.

Yu Nianyuan lowered his head and started eating noodles.

Zhao Qingxiu was beside her, seemingly listening to the sound of her eating noodles.

The lobby fell silent.

Yu Nianyuan, who hadn't eaten noodles for a long time, noticed that Zhao Qingxiu in front of him seemed to be writing, so he looked up.

The pretty blind and mute girl was writing in a serious manner:

[Second Senior Sister, I have to go out for a while, but I have something important to tell you]

Yu Nianyuan asked: "Where are you going?"

【Birthday gift for an old friend】

Yu Nianyuan prepared to speak.

But it was caught by Zhao Qingxiu's outstretched hand.

"Ah ah." Zhao Qingxiu seemed to close his eyes, allowing Yu Nianyuan to observe.

Yu Nianyuan looked down and saw the red halo of spiritual energy. She was stunned for a moment and asked:
"Little Seven is now at the sixth level?"

Zhao Qingxiu nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Yu Nianyuan asked: "When did it happen?"

Zhao Qingxiu smiled and wrote:

[A few days ago, thanks to Tan Lang, Second Senior Sister, if it weren’t for Tan Lang, I don’t know how long I would have lived. You and Senior Sister should have read what I said in the letter. Tan Lang and I are really compatible. We even got a fortune stick.]

Yu Nianyuan listened silently as she couldn't wait to praise someone.

The lady in white sighed softly and said, "Xiao Qi, it's only a matter of time before you break through this realm. It doesn't necessarily have to be him..."

Before she could speak, she found that Zhao Qingxiu had taken out a bronze sword and held it in his hand.

Immediately, the fiery red light on the sword made Yu Nianyuan choke immediately, and she saw something that made her stunned:

"Top grade? You subdued the evil dragon? And you jumped two grades in a row?!"

Yu Nianyuan, who was very good at cultivating his Qi, was surprised and blurted out.

After showing the "trapped dragon phenomenon", Zhao Qingxiu shook his head, then nodded, and babbled something that seemed difficult to explain. He was about to write, but Yu Nianyuan grabbed his hand.

The latter lowered his head and stared at it, muttering to himself: "It's not a top-grade item, but why did it subdue the dragon so early... Why is that? Did something strange happen?"

Yu Nianyuan looked up to ask, but found that the pretty girl in front of him was sitting with her hands behind her back, smiling. There were four new words written on the table in front of her:

【Tan Lang's Merit】

She swallowed all the words back, looked carefully, and found that the junior sister did not seem to be joking.

Yu Nianyuan asked hesitantly: "This is unconventional. How did your Tongfu help you..."

[Second Senior Sister, I was also confused at first, but later I realized that there is only one possibility, otherwise it cannot be explained]

Yu Nianyuan's beautiful eyebrows gradually gathered. If he could find a way to subdue the evil dragon in the Dream Abyss in advance, it would be of great help to Jianze. In the future, when other junior sisters and Yue girls are promoted to sixth-rank Dream Madams, they will be reborn, take fewer detours, and even have a much higher success rate...

When the lady in white saw Zhao Qingxiu's words, she was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts.

Her lips were a little dry, so she pursed her lips and asked seriously and expectantly:

"What's possible?"

Zhao Qingxiu's face was serious as she wrote:

[My life is missing him, I need to make up for it]

Yu Nianyuan:……?
(End of this chapter)