Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

I saw the old man with white hair and a youthful face, a ruddy complexion, and a pair of emerald green eyes that were particularly bright.

After landing, a green light flashed in the old man's eyes and he glanced at the four people in front of him.

"I was passing through the air, but was blocked by two streams of Confucian aura. I haven't encountered this kind of smell for a long time, so I came down to take a look."

Sima Hui said in surprise: "This old man has descended from the sky, I wonder who he is? I, Sima Hui, am honored to meet you!"

The old man stroked his long beard and said, "I have been practicing Taoism in seclusion in Nanhua Mountain. People call me Nanhua Zhenren."

"Master Nanhua?" Zhuge Liang was surprised. "Are you the great sage Zhuang who is as big as Kun and is thousands of miles long?"

Nanhua Zhenren waved his hand and said: "Saint or not saint is just an over-interpretation by the world. You can just call me Lao Zhuang!"

Zhuge Liang bowed to the ground and saluted respectfully: "Junior Langya Zhuge Liang pays homage to the saint!"

Nanhua Zhenren frowned, "I said that Confucianism was blocking my way, and it turned out to be you two. Confucius and I have different paths, so there is no need for red tape, stand up and speak!"

Zhuge Liang stood up with a respectful look on his face.

"Zhuangzi advocated natural inaction and freedom. His ideas of rejecting wisdom, benevolence and righteousness, the unity of man and nature, and the equality of all things are deeply admired by the younger generation."

Nanhua Zhenren's eyes lit up and he glanced at Zhuge Liang.

"You seem to be the most Confucian, but I didn't expect that you are also well versed in Taoist works. Not bad! Not bad!"

Zhuge Liang sighed and said, "Confucianism values fame and wealth, distinguishes between the noble and the humble, and caters to the greed of the world. I have dabbled in a lot of things. Although I have studied the universal philosophy of Taoism, I have only scratched the surface."

Nanhua Zhenren nodded and said: "Common people value profit, honest people value reputation, wise people value ambition, and saints value precision. It is good that you can understand it. I see that you have the talent to govern the world, so I will give you a book, you can study it!"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of wooden slips from his arms and handed them to Zhuge Liang.

"This book contains some of my observations on the world, and it contains the methods of the Eight Formations of the Military. You can slowly learn from it."

Zhuge Liang was overjoyed and quickly took it, expressing his gratitude profusely.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wolong!"

Mr. Shuijing congratulated Zhuge Liang and bowed to Master Nanhua, saying, "I am so honored that the saint has come to my humble home. Please take a seat. I will prepare a glass of wine as a token of my appreciation."

After Zhenren Nanhua sat down, he looked at Chengfeng.

"What's your name, young man?"

"I am Song Wei from Yeyi. I am Song Chengfeng, greeting you, Immortal!" Chengfeng bowed and saluted.

Nanhua Zhenren nodded and said, "In the past, I went to Sanshan Island in Yeyi to collect herbs. It is a good place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Brother, you are indeed extraordinary. I think you seem to have a destiny with my Taoism, and you will definitely achieve something in the future."

Chengfeng was about to ask, but Mr. Shuijing took over the topic.

"This warrior Song is extremely brave. Today, he tamed the vicious beast in the bamboo forest. This ability is truly shocking."

In the green eyes of Master Nanhua, a divine light swept over Chengfeng and he nodded slightly.

"Yes, the warrior Song has retained the form of a strange beast in his body, and all the beasts are tamed. This is also a fortuitous encounter, good! Good!"

"Master! Liang has something to ask you, but I don't know if I should tell you or not."

Zhuge Liang poured a glass of wine for Master Nanhua and asked.

"What's the matter?" Master Nanhua glanced at Zhuge Liang.

Zhuge Liang said: "In this turbulent time, many heroes are vying for supremacy and heroes are emerging. I wonder who can take charge of China?"

"Well..."

Nanhua Zhenren pondered for a moment, stroked his white beard, and said: "All the schemes are in vain, the three families will eventually return to Jin, what can we do! What can we do!"

"Master! What do you mean?" Zhuge Liang was a little confused.

Nanhua Zhenren sighed and said, "This is a secret of heaven and cannot be revealed. However, it is in our hands and we should just do our best!" He said no more after that.

Seeing that Master Nanhua said no more, Zhuge Liang did not ask any more questions and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"I feel very honored to meet Nanhua Zhenren and all the heroes here. I would like to offer a toast to you all!"

Everyone picked up their cups and started drinking again.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

A colorful butterfly fluttered over and circled around Master Nanhua twice.

The immortal's face changed slightly, he stood up, said goodbye to everyone, and left with the butterfly.

After the immortal left, Chengfeng also missed home very much, so he said goodbye and left.

Along the way, we traveled during the day and slept at night, and finally returned to our hometown.

Song Liang was very excited when his son came back.

After not seeing him for a few years, Chengfeng has grown taller and stronger. The childishness on his face has faded and he has become an adult.

Although I have raised him with all my heart and soul for so many years.

But thinking of his son's resolute attitude when he ran away from home, he still felt very upset, and two lines of tears fell down his face.

"Dad!"

Chengfeng was excited. He walked over quickly and hugged Song Liang.

After several years of separation, my father's temples have turned gray.

There were more wrinkles on his face and his body shape changed from straight to hunched, which surprised Chengfeng a little.

When I was a child, my father once solemnly warned me that even if I was in my seventies or eighties, I should keep my chest straight and as straight as a nail.

I have always been doing what my father said and have not dared to slack off at all.

Now, it has become a habit for me, but my father has become hunchbacked, and Chengfeng can't help feeling sad.

My father is a taciturn and silent man.

Chengfeng also knew that his father's only hobby in his life was drinking.

It doesn't have to be good wine, as long as it's wine, he will be happy.

Perhaps only alcohol can numb his nerves, make him forget loneliness, pain, and the girl who ran away from home.

Although when drunk, he would take it out on himself by beating, scolding, and whipping others.

But so what?

Chengfeng brought back a carriage full of good wine.

Chengfeng had money and opened the package sent by Mrs. Du.

There were five hundred taels of gold and three hundred taels of silver in it, and Chengfeng gave fifty taels of silver to Mr. Shuijing.

Then he hired a carriage, changed his clothes, and when he got home, he loaded the carriage with good wine and food.

Song Liang called together relatives, friends, neighbors, and several of Chengfeng's childhood friends also came.

Everyone sat together happily, feeling relaxed and drinking happily.

Wine and song, life geometry?

In the past few years, I have never felt so calm and relaxed.

There are no weapons and cavalry, no rain of bullets, no broken limbs, and no rivers of blood.

Here you can only find the simplicity and honesty of neighbors and the genuine care of relatives and friends.

Home is a safe haven. Even though it is incomplete, it is still the place where you were born.

Here there are old fathers who depend on each other, childhood friends who play together, and simple folks.

There is no need to be on guard against anyone here.

The wine is good, the food is good, and the atmosphere is harmonious and joyful.

Although all this was so beautiful, a trace of sadness welled up in Chengfeng's heart.

Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Looking at the uneven white hair on his father's temples and his gradually hunched figure, Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh at the brevity and impermanence of life.

Maybe this is the true meaning of life, always wandering between gain and loss, while time keeps flowing.

Chengfeng stroked the cup in his hand, the warmth passing through his fingertips, and he could only sigh deeply.

These few days since I returned home, I feel much more relaxed and can finally sleep well.

That day, Chengfeng was cooking in the house when he saw his father standing outside the house talking to his neighbor Aunt Wang.

After a while, Song Liang walked in happily.

"Ah Wei! Your Aunt Wang is here to propose marriage for you. Mr. Wang from Shigezhuang in the neighboring village is a relative of your aunt."

"Mr. Wang has a daughter named Xiaohong, who is sixteen years old this year. She is very pretty and still unmarried. Your Aunt Wang is planning to mediate a reconciliation between you and me, so I want to ask you if you are willing."

"Matchmaking?"

Cheng Feng was stunned and shook his head hastily: "No! No! I am still young and have not yet established myself. There is no rush for marriage."

Song Liang said angrily, "You are already old enough and it is time to get married. Marry her as soon as possible and it will relieve your father's worries."

"Besides, Mr. Wang is a wealthy local family. It is a blessing from his ancestors that he looks down on our poor family. What else can you complain about?"

Chengfeng knew how his father felt. Due to his strange illness, it was not easy for someone to propose marriage to him, which was already a rare thing.

But that charming smile took root in his heart. How could he agree to this marriage? Chengfeng shook his head and said nothing.

Song Liang knew that his son had a stubborn temper and didn't want to argue with him, so every time he objected, he would remain silent.

He sighed: "You are grown up now, and your father can no longer control you. Since you don't agree, I won't force you. But you must remember that no matter how you get by, you must be a kind person."

Chengfeng nodded vigorously, "I have taken note of Dad's teachings!"

After breakfast, Chengfeng sat by the window, playing with a copper coin in his hand.

My thoughts followed the smoke drifting outside the window and fell on the somewhat collapsed wall of the courtyard.

I haven't been home for three years. The iron cage where I was imprisoned in the middle of the yard is no longer there, but the yard has become even more dilapidated.

Several of the surrounding walls have collapsed due to wind and rain.

I was thinking about finding some time to renovate the courtyard wall.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps broke the tranquility.

Dong Yi rushed into the house panting, his face as pale as paper and beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Awei, it's bad, Dongbo got beaten!"