Cultivating Immortality, Starts with Green Plum

Chapter 38 This is not right
A small courtyard by the Chunjiang River.

An old man was making tea with his sleeves rolled up, and the aroma of tea wafted through the courtyard.

A kitten not far away was lying on the courtyard wall, yawned lazily, and then continued to fall asleep on its front legs.

In front of the old man, there was a man sitting.

After the morning court session, the man had already changed out of his official uniform and put on casual clothes.

"What do those people in the court say?" asked the old man.

The man smiled helplessly: "What else can I say, one by one, it's like they're taking their lives."

"Then what does Your Majesty say?"

The old man picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea. The man quickly picked up the cup with both hands.

"We'll discuss the reform later." Xiao Mochen said slowly.

"Yes." The old man nodded. "It's quite normal. After 250 years since the founding of the country, the powerful and the wealthy have almost colluded with each other. It's been a long time since you are in me and I am in you. Your reform..."

The old man raised his head, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, as if he wanted to cut people open: "Too hasty."

Xiao Mochi blew the tea in his hand to cool it down a little, and took a sip: "Junior has no choice but to be anxious."

Putting down the teacup, Xiao Mochen looked directly into the old man's eyes:

"Mr. Zhang, our Wu Kingdom is in a very bad position. The Demon Kingdom, the Northern Wilderness Barbarian Kingdom, the Western Region Demon Cult Buddhist Sect, and the Qi Kingdom to the east, which one is easy to deal with? Now Wu Kingdom has accumulated problems for a long time. If we want to cure it, we must use strong medicine!"

The old man drank a cup of tea and said, "But the medicine is strong and people will die."

"." Xiao Mochi lowered his head and said nothing.

"Alas," the old man shook his head, "What you said is not the real reason. What did the old man from Bailu Academy see?"

"." Xiao Mochen stroked the teacup in his hand and did not answer.

The old man was not in a hurry either, he just poured tea by himself.

"The great era is coming." After a long time, Xiao Mochen spoke.

The old man holding the teapot was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Is that so?"

"The last great era came 10,000 years ago. The world was in chaos and all living things were suffering. The human race turned the tables and drove the demons to the southern border. The human race became the masters of this world.

After another thousand years of evolution, the pattern was established.

But how could the demon tribe of the Southern Realm be willing to accept this?
They are always thinking about returning to their former glory and enslaving the human race once again.

Now the great era is coming again, the spiritual power is gradually becoming stronger, and geniuses will emerge in large numbers.

No one can stay out of it.

No one can avoid fighting.

Not to mention that our Wu Kingdom borders on tens of thousands of demon kingdoms in the southern border. Once a war breaks out, our Wu Kingdom will be the first to bear the brunt.

Not to mention the demon tribe in the southern realm.

How can there be harmony among human beings?
All the human dynasties and immortal sects are full of intrigue and deception.

If the Wu Kingdom wants to survive, it must reform. "

The old man shook his head and said, "You can't resist too much. Just because Wuguo can't survive doesn't mean those dignitaries in the court can't survive. If you make those dignitaries unable to survive now, they won't let you survive."

Xiao Mochi: "I will devote myself to this cause until my death."

"You." The old man sighed helplessly, "You are too hasty and too straightforward. Being too hasty can easily lead to mistakes, and being too straightforward can easily lead to breakage."

"Forget it." The old man waved his hand, "Anyway, I want to live a few more years, so I won't get involved in state affairs."

"." Xiao Mochi was silent and said no more. Confucianism cultivates the righteousness, which is divided into fifteen realms, including upper, middle and lower, just like ordinary cultivators.

If a Confucian scholar does not enter the court, his lifespan will be as long as that of an ordinary Qi cultivator.

But if a Confucian scholar enters the court, because of the influence of the fortune of mountains and rivers, the flow rate of the source of life will be the same as that of ordinary people every day you serve.

If a person's lifespan is a hundred years, and a Confucian scholar at the immortal level serves in the court for thirty years, then thirty percent of his life source will disappear.

For ordinary people, thirty years is just thirty years.

But for a cultivator in the immortal realm with a lifespan of ten thousand years, these thirty years are equivalent to three thousand years.

Lifespan is too precious for a cultivator. Perhaps just a hundred years is enough to break through, let alone three thousand years.
Therefore, many Confucian scholars did not want to enter the court and only wanted to study.

However, more Confucian scholars still chose to enter the court without hesitation, but most of them would leave after serving for about 20 years.

And this old gentleman has been serving in the court for fifty years.

If I say too much and the old man gets too involved, it will affect his ability to enjoy his old age.

"When will the Qi delegation arrive?" asked the old man.

"After a month." Xiao Mochi replied, "To be specific, it should be thirty-two days later."

"Have you decided on your candidates?" asked the old man.

"It's decided." Xiao Mochi nodded, "I came here today to borrow two people from the old gentleman."

"Oh?" The old man smiled, "I don't know anyone here who can lend it to you."

"Yes." Xiao Mochen also smiled and stopped talking about court affairs. The atmosphere became a little more relaxed than before.

The old man thought for a moment and asked, "What about those two dolls?"

Xiao Mochi: "Yes."

Old gentleman: "But one of them is a bastard."

Xiao Mochi: "The Wu Kingdom is like a cage at this moment. Something must be done to break this cage."

The old man closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then shook his head: "This is not appropriate."

Xiao Mochi smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, if everything was acceptable, the Wu Kingdom wouldn't be like this now."

Qi State, Yunyi Marquis’ Palace.

A nine-year-old girl sat in the study, flipping through one poetry book after another.

The little girl's face is as white as jade, and her eyes are as bright as stars, sparkling with curiosity and wisdom.

Her hair was as black as ink, tied into two playful little buns with pink ribbons that swayed gently with her movements.

The girl's clothes were simple yet elegant. She wore a light pink skirt with delicate lotus patterns embroidered on the hem and an emerald green ribbon tied around her waist, which added a bit of playfulness and made her look gentle.

Her hands were as slender as jade, and she always held the book gently, as if afraid of dirtying the precious words.

Whenever she read something interesting, she would laugh out loud, the sound clear and pleasant, like the sound of a mountain spring.

"Words."

Following a gentle call, a young woman who looked no more than twenty years old walked in.

"Mother." Zhu Cici jumped down from the chair, swaying gently with her steps, like a lotus dancing in the water.

The dignified and graceful young woman squatted down and looked at her daughter with a smile: "Ci Ci, in a month, mother will take you out to play, okay?"

(End of this chapter)