Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 813: Rebuilding the Universe

Although the officers and soldiers going to Xiahe County set out overnight and hurried, they still arrived at the Zheng family's yard in the afternoon of the next day.

Zheng Yiming and his mother did not leave at that time, but hid in a tree outside the house with the help of Yu Xinmei.

Seeing with her own eyes the officers and soldiers coming to search and also spreading the identity and crimes of Zheng Yiming in the village, the last glimmer of fantasy in Zheng's mother's heart was finally shattered.

They stayed on the tree until nightfall, when Zheng's mother and son finally came down. Zheng Yiming tore open the seal on the gate and took his mother back into their own house. After entering the yard, Zheng's mother was already in tears.

The yard was fine, but the house was in a mess, with tables and chairs overturned and pots and pans broken into pieces. All the valuable and portable items in the house were taken away, as were the poultry and livestock in the chicken coop and the barn, and even the old ox in the cowshed was taken away.

"They are not searching for anyone, they are clearly robbers."

Zheng's mother spoke with a tearful tone and had to lower her voice. Zheng Yiming was prepared for this, but he also felt very uncomfortable. It was just that the home where he grew up was gone.

"Mom, we will be back!"

"Don't brag. It's enough to save the child's life. Fairy Yu, living Bodhisattva, please take us mother and son to a place where the imperial court cannot catch us. It's enough for us to live in anonymity."

Mother Zheng turned to her and begged and kowtowed, and she hurriedly supported the old woman.

"Aunt Zheng, please don't be like this. I will do my best."

After getting up, Zheng's mother went back into the house, wondering if she could take something away.

At this moment, Zheng Yiming walked to Yu Xinmei. He took a look at the seal that had been torn off in his hand. He also knew that notices about him were posted in the village and the county.

"Even though I am destined to bear a stigma, I still want to fight for my innocence and vent my anger."

"Do you want to go back to Pingzhou and teach those dog officials a lesson?"

Yu Xinmei frowned slightly. It was really taboo to attack the imperial officials directly, but she seemed to be instigating people to rebel.
"There's no need to alarm them. I just want to leave something at the old city of Pingzhou! I just don't know if the situation in Pingzhou City is convenient for you, girl?"

Hearing that it was just this, Yu Xinmei's brows relaxed.

"It's no problem for such a small matter. We don't necessarily need to go today. We can just pick a time, right?"

"Well, before the imperial envoy leaves."

Over there, Zheng's mother called out in a low voice, asking her son to go and pack some bedding, so Zheng Yiming ran into the house.

Yu Xinmei stood outside, took a deep breath, and looked at the gloomy sky. She didn't know if she was in big trouble. The fate of the dynasty was not something a demon cultivator like her could touch.

However, a weak scholar like Ben Gong has no basis for rebellion. After I settle them down, I will wait for an opportunity to leave their lives. After that, he should give up the idea.
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Zheng Yiming was not caught, but the imperial examination cheating case in Pingzhou would eventually have a result.

However, there was no public trial process for this result. When the notice was posted in Pingzhou City a few days later, the files and case closure information of the imperial examination case had already been prepared.

It was not just Zheng Yiming who was wronged, there were several other candidates as well. Their cases were less serious. They only had the intention to bribe but did not take any actual action, let alone "turn the tables" and file a complaint to the capital.

Even so, those candidates who should have had good grades were given "appropriate" punishments. After paying fines, they were deprived of the qualification to take the imperial examinations for life.

The punishment may seem light to ordinary people, but it was extremely cruel to those scholars. However, no one paid attention to their cries of grievances, and later they even dared not to cry out.

All this does not seem to be a big deal for ordinary people, and does not seem to have any impact on Pingzhou City.

Everything in the city was normal, and no one was particularly worried about the escaped criminal. After all, he was just a scholar, not a vicious bandit.

But there is still an impact after all. The business of Suping Inn has declined a lot, and the bookstalls on the street outside Gongyuan no longer sell cheap handwritten books, even though there are still scholars trying their luck these days.

It seemed like just a few days had passed, and everything that had happened in Pingzhou City, both overt and covert, was over.

Even Wusun Heng and Monk Jin Guang believed that Zheng Yiming would never appear again, and the one who helped him escape might be a demon or a martial artist.

On the night of that day, a gust of wind blew from afar, crossed the Zhuoyang River and swept across the dust of the old city wall, and finally revealed the figures of a man and a woman on the top of the city. They were Yu Xinmei and Zheng Yiming.

Yu Xinmei looked around and then at the sky, but did not detect any special aura, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Yiming stood on the top of the old city wall and looked at Pingzhou City. Some buildings in the central area of ​​the city were taller than the top of the city wall, but in this generation, the city wall was still taller than most of the buildings, which showed that the city defense was also magnificent back then.

"Mr. Zheng, give it to me!"

Yu Xinmei handed a pen to Zheng Yiming. After the latter took the pen, the former once again wrapped his waist with her long sleeves, and then took him to jump off the city wall in the wind.

The two figures slowly landed. Zheng Yiming took a deep breath and started writing directly on the city wall.

Zheng Yiming looked calm yet serious, and with every stroke of his pen there was a flash of ink, as if it was about to seep into the inner part of the city wall. Even Yu Xinmei, who was floating in the air with him, was secretly frightened.

As Zheng Yiming continued writing, Yu Xinmei gradually realized that something was wrong.

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

The wind around them gradually grew stronger, and the originally clear night sky gradually became cloudy. A vague change of fate formed around Zheng Yiming, like the center of a tornado.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble."

Dark clouds were rolling with dull thunder. Yu Xinmei frowned and wanted to take Zheng Yiming away directly, but seeing that he was concentrating on his work and was unaware of the outside world, she gritted her teeth and persevered.
It was not until Zheng Yiming made his final stroke that the change in fate became clear.

"Rumble--"

The sound of thunder also became clearer, and at the moment when the thunder sounded, a sharp sword intent rose up, and the sword intent came first and then the sword sounded.
"Zheng——"

The moment she heard the sound of the sword, the white light was already in front of her eyes, leaving no time for Yu Xinmei to react.

"It's not good--"

Yu Xinmei exerted all her demonic strength and used the fin fan in her sleeve to hit the sword light.

"Dang~"

A slight sound was heard and Yu Xinmei and Zheng Yiming were blown away. They fell directly to the ground and retreated many steps in a disorderly manner.

Zheng Yiming held the pen and raised his head as if he sensed something. Yu Xinmei had already retracted her sleeves and stood in front of Zheng Yiming, but her hand holding the fin fan was a little numb, and her unstable breath caused demonic energy to emanate from her.

"Master——"

Wusun Heng reached the rooftop after a few moves. Behind him came Monk Jin Guang, who also came with a speed far beyond that of ordinary warriors. There were signs of changes in the fortunes of the city from the very beginning, so they also arrived.

The sword immortal was suspended in the air. The sword he just struck was only a test, but the feeling he brought from the previous fight seemed a little different, lacking a sharpness.

But compared to these, it was obvious that the sword immortal's attention was on the old city wall. When he saw the words left on it, he finally understood.

"What a monster! It turns out that you really don't want this scholar's vitality. What you want is the overthrow of the dynasty, chaos in the world, and the natural destiny of the people. Good, good, so courageous, so calculating, so sinister--"

Even though the sword immortal had seen many monsters, he had to admit at this moment that this monster was indeed the worst in his life!
Wusun Heng and Monk Jin Guang also saw the letter Zheng Yiming left on the city wall, and they were also shocked. "Mr. Zheng, don't be bewitched by the devil—" "Mr. Zheng, the devil bewitches people's minds in order to bring disaster to the people. The sea of ​​suffering is endless, so turn back—"

Yu Xinmei also laughed when she heard it.

"I bewitched him with lies? Then why was it me who saved him and not you? Mr. Wu, you are not going to say that the underworld will make the final decision, are you?"

Wusun Heng's face turned gloomy after hearing what he said.

"And you, old monk, are chanting so noisily. Your Buddhist practice has gone astray. Am I the one who is causing chaos to the people? Am I not the one who is having fun in the Pingzhou government office right now?"

Yu Xinmei looked up at the swordsman in the air with his intimidating sword energy.

"And you, Immortal Master, you are so high and mighty that you kill any demon you see. Needless to say, the man surnamed Wu follows you so closely, he must be your disciple. Even I, a demon, can see that you are far from the true way of cultivation! Gui country was ruined by itself. If the court was fair, would this happen?"

"You are eloquent and have a silver tongue, but I will not let you go today! If this monster doesn't eliminate the chaos in the world, you two should do your part!"

As soon as the sword cultivator finished speaking, three sword shadows appeared behind him. Just by looking at them, Yu Xinmei felt a chill all over her body. This was the sword intent invading her.

"I am Hui, the Holy Lord who subdues demons, and I am also enlightened by the Immortal Lord Dao Dan. How dare you touch me?"

At this moment, Yu Xinmei could not care about so many things and blurted out some half-true and half-false bluffing words, but it seemed a bit too much. Only Sky Immortal Xiu laughed, and even Wusun Heng and Monk Jin Guang were not shaken.

At this moment, not only was the sword immortal's sword intent at its peak, but a faint golden light also appeared on the old monk's body. Amidst the flashing lightning, a vague Vajra statue appeared in the air and was becoming clearer and clearer.

As soon as the golden light appeared, Yu Xinmei felt as if her body was being burned by flames, and her body became extremely heavy. The old monk's ability made her shocked and angry, and even the sword fairy looked surprised.

Although the victory was unfair, there is no need to talk about fairness when dealing with demons!
With a "crash" sound, an angry King Kong fell from the sky. Yu Xinmei pushed Zheng Yiming away, and the latter slid away as if walking on the wind, but she herself was unable to avoid it for a while.

"Rumble"

The sound coincided with the thunder, and endless evil spirit rose into the sky. It was obvious that Yu Xinmei was not going to sit still.

"Zheng~~~"

The sword light flashed and the sword energy was everywhere, like thunder moving sideways with a roar.

Although Yu Xinmei fought back, she was not good at resisting the sharpness of the flying sword, and could not escape the pressure of the Vajra Buddha's light.

After just a few blows, Yu Xinmei, who was holding the magic weapon, was unable to resist and was swept away by the sword. The evil spirit was dissipated and her body became heavier. She was still in the air, but there was another flash of sword.

"Uh-"

Yu Xinmei screamed, the sword light pierced through her chest, blood spilled in the rain, and she fell to the edge of the Zhuoyang River.
"Miss Yu——"

Zheng Yiming ran and crawled to the riverside, just in time to see Yu Xinmei falling down. He rushed to her side, his body trembling, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

"Miss Yu, Miss Yu, how are you?"

Zheng Yiming stretched out his hand to pull the sword out of Yu Xinmei's chest, but as soon as he touched the hilt, the woman's body trembled in extreme pain.

Yu Xinmei felt powerless, knowing that there was no way out today. Perhaps this was the price of changing the fate of the dynasty.
"Well, benefactor. I, I have paid back what I owe you."

The sword fairy in the sky slowly flew down on the wind, and the monk Jin Guang over there also walked over chanting scriptures, and of course there was Wusun Heng who had not made a move yet.

"Monster, you attempted to overthrow the dynasty and bring chaos to the world, and you deserve this disaster and this retribution!"

Zheng Yiming felt as if his heart was pierced by a sharp sword when he heard the sword immortal's words.

Yu Xinmei felt fear and unwillingness in her heart. She struggled to move but was unable to do so. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Unfortunately, it was raining and Yu Xinmei could not feel it. Otherwise, she might have felt a final trace of joy for being able to shed tears.

"Sun Heng, you come and chop off the head of this evildoer. This will help you resolve your knot in your heart. From now on, this sword will be given to you!"

A long sword flew to Wusun Heng, who grabbed it and walked closer to Yu Xinmei.

Zheng Yiming stood in front of Yu Xinmei at this moment. He rushed forward and wanted to hug Wusun Heng but he couldn't shake him at all. He just took him forward little by little until he stood in front of Yu Xinmei.

"Master, Master, please have mercy on me. This is all because of me. I will turn myself in and confess my crime. Please have mercy on me—"

The old monk flicked his sleeves, and Zheng Yiming staggered back a few steps, then was grabbed by the old monk's arm again.

"Donors can go to Gaochang Temple to use Buddhist teachings to dispel evil spirits and avoid disasters."

"Let me go, let me go."

Zheng Yiming struggled but couldn't pry the old monk's hands open.

In the heavy rain, Yu Xinmei looked at Wusun Heng who was standing in front of her. Their eyes met. At this moment, the scene of fighting for the elixir under the bridge vaguely emerged in their minds, but one was clear and the other was blurry.

"I didn't expect to die in your hands"

Yu Xinmei smiled as she watched the sword rise but never fall.

"Sun Heng!"

The sword immortal's calm voice came, and Wusun Heng finally swung his sword down after hesitating.

"don't want--"

As Zheng Yiming shouted, the sword stopped in mid-air and the raindrops seemed to slow down.

This was a very strange feeling, as if time had become sticky, and the mind was turning before everything else was flowing, and the swordsman was also slowly turning his neck, looking towards the Zhuoyang River.
A scholar with a clear beard and holding a scroll walked out of a small boat.

"All things arise from the mind. It is useless to talk about Zen under a tree. You don't have to practice the Tao or recite the sutras, but don't be polluted."

Yi Shuyuan's voice was rang out, and Wusun Heng's sword scratched the skin on Yu Xinmei's neck, but did not cut off her head.

However, at this moment, no matter whether it was the sword cultivator, the old monk, or even Xinmei and Wusun Heng, their attention was focused on the Confucian scholar who walked out of the bow.

Yi Shuyuan walked to the bow, and the boatman held the boat steady with a pole so that he could step ashore in one step. He did not look at the crowd, but looked far away in the direction of the old city wall, reading the note that could not be erased by rain.

"For fame and fortune, I studied hard for ten years without knowing the hardship. For the people and the country, I am happy when I get enlightenment one day.

I read books and learn writing for the sake of the people, and I have lofty ambitions in my heart to correct the world. But who would have thought that a thunderbolt would strike in the cold autumn, and dark clouds would overwhelm the right and wrong, and the innocence would be stained by filth!
A scholar’s ​​determination to die is hard to extinguish, while the country is in decay and the world is shaking.

In autumn, all flowers fall; in winter, snow and frost cover the ground; ice spikes turn into spears and swords; branches shake and gongs and drums sound; where flowers bloom in the cold, the north wind howls!
When spring comes and the snow melts, we will create the world again!
——Zheng Yiming"
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PS: I originally wanted to write three chapters today, but it seems that’s not possible. This chapter took too long to write. These two chapters have more words. Can it be considered that I have tried my best?

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