Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 99 Broken Jade

Zhao Mingyu was now hanging on by a thread, yet she had spoken so much, all planning for her own future. Jing Yu couldn't help but be moved, and asked repeatedly, "I'll do as you say. Third Sister, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Zhao Mingyu took a few deep breaths before saying, "Mu Shan failed to break through to the foundation building stage, and he will never have the chance to continue his path in this lifetime. He and Cheng Huan have no children, so after ten or twenty years, most of the resources they have accumulated will be passed on to Li Sheng."

"Li Sheng is a good kid. He's grateful and repays kindness. I wanted to match him up with Yuan Xi a long time ago, but unfortunately Yuan Xi didn't seem interested, so I gave up."

"If you go to the Immortal City in the future, you still have some connections in Wushan Market, so don't lose contact."

"The Wushan Puppet Society's Wu Qi, a genius, has overturned the old pattern between market cultivators and mortal body cultivators with his Qi training, bringing the distinction between immortals and mortals to the fore..."

"Unfortunately, my cultivation aptitude is limited. Now that I'm old, I have no hope of building a foundation in this lifetime."

"His son Wu Buchun is a man of great talent. Not only is his puppetry skills better than his father's, but now, at just forty years old, he has already reached the eighth level of Qi training. In a few years, he will be able to complete his first foundation building."

"If he continues on the path of foundation building, his puppetry skills will surely reach an extremely terrifying level. Sixth brother, you have a close relationship with him, and you will definitely be able to use him as a great help in the future."

"The former abbot, Yuwen Xiaojin, has been transferred to Xiaoyao Immortal City. If you go there in the future, since you are also from Wushan Market, you will definitely have some interactions with this person..."

"However, Yuwen Xiaojin is a direct descendant of the Yuwen family. There are many conflicts within the family, so it is not appropriate for him to get too involved. If Sixth Brother wants to keep a low profile, there is no need to be close to him."

"Looking at the bigger picture, the Xiaoyao League, as the largest independent cultivator alliance in the Yunchuan region, has become irreconcilable with those local sects."

"The leader of the Xiaoyao Alliance, Master Baoding, is now a Great Master who has reached the late Jindan stage and has reached perfection. Without a Nascent Soul, no one can challenge him..."

"In our Yunchuan Territory, the immortal path is not prosperous, and there is no permanent Yuanying Zhenjun. It can be said that whichever great immortal from Yunchuan Territory is promoted to Yuanying Zhenjun first will be the undisputed master of Yunchuan Territory."

"Is this candidate Master Baoding of the Free and Easy Alliance? Master Yuehua? Or perhaps one of the great masters from the Huanhuo Sect, the Bishui Sect, the Xiaolei Temple, or the Houtu Sect? It's hard to say."

"Third sister, after all, is too low-level to see many things clearly. Sixth brother, there's no need to tie yourself to a particular family. With the skills of alchemy, you can play both sides and see which way the wind blows..."

"Cheng Yan and Pei'er are both mortals. Fortunately, I have previously sacrificed my reputation to seek a shelter that will be enough to protect them until the end of their lives. You don't have to worry about it."

"Yuan Xi... my Zhao Mingyu lineage only has this one cultivator, and he also has an Evergreen Dao Body. The road to immortality will be full of thorns, so I hope that Sixth Brother will take care of him."

"Do I need to tell you about this?" Jing Yu flicked his sleeves and said with an unwavering expression, "She is still my niece after all."

"Where's Yuan Chen?"

Zhao Mingyu was silent for a long time, then turned his head away: "Don't bother with him."

What is this nonsense……

Jing Yu sighed: "What else?"

Zhao Mingyu seemed to have thought of something, his eyes brightened, and he spoke with difficulty:

"If we meet that enemy someday, if Sixth Brother's cultivation and combat power are far superior to his, he can be easily dealt with. If he is defeated... Prioritize your own safety and don't expose yourself."

"Third sister, you..." Jing Yu was stunned.

"A lifetime of obsession has finally come to an end. I only hope that Yuan Xi can cultivate some skills so that she no longer has to rely on others like a mortal like me... Why should I let her bear this burden any longer?"

Zhao Mingyu smiled and said, "Sixth brother, the soundproofing spell can be removed. I want to take one last look at the children."

Jing Yu's expression froze. He waved his sleeves, the soundproofing spell dissipated, and the bedroom door opened.

At this time, Mu Shan, Zhao Chenghuan, Zhao Chengyan, Mu Pei, and Zhao Yuanxi were already standing outside the door.

"Mother!" The elderly Zhao Chenghuan rushed in first, hugging Zhao Mingyu and crying.

Zhao Chengyan also hurried forward, his eyes red and his throat rolling, as if he was trying hard to hold back tears.

Zhao Mingyu gently stroked Zhao Chenghuan's gray hair and murmured:

"Cheng Huan, you are old too."

After that, she looked at Zhao Yuanxi and waved to her granddaughter: "Yuanxi, come here."

Zhao Yuanxi hurried forward, half-knelt in front of Zhao Mingyu's bed, and said with tears in his eyes:

"Grandma, you say."

"Your uncle will soon be leaving for the nearby Immortal City to plan his foundation building. You will go with him then."

Zhao Mingyu said hoarsely, "The pond in Wushan Market is too small to raise a real dragon. Follow your uncle and go out and see the world."

Zhao Yuanxi was stunned for a moment, and looked at his parents with a little reluctance, gritted his teeth and said, "Grandma, Yuanxi knows."

"Shan'er."

Mu Shan, with his silver hair, came forward and said sadly, "Mother."

Zhao Mingyu held Mu Shan's hand tightly and said, "Good son-in-law, good son-in-law..."

Zhao Mingyu just repeated these words, and then she was silent for a long time. She looked around for someone, but didn't seem to find anyone. A trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and it seemed that there was also a trace of regret. She murmured to Zhao Chengyan:

"Cheng Yan, that child Yuan Chen... needs to be more closely monitored from now on. Don't let him cause any trouble. Damn! I've ruined him."

Zhao Chengyan knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said, "My son knows."

"Sixth brother."

Jing Yu leaned over and put his ear close to Zhao Mingyu's dry and cracked lips, listening carefully to what she had to say.

"Sixty-two years ago, at that birthday party... do you still remember the loquat tree I gave you?"

"Of course I remember." Jing Yu said in a deep voice.

"Actually, actually... the loquat tree that my father and mother planted together was uprooted the year after my mother passed away because I was naughty. The loquat tree in the backyard was later transplanted by my elder brother and me."

Jing Yu was shocked. "That loquat tree represents my father's endless sorrow for Empress Zhaoyi, but my third sister accidentally dug it up and then transplanted another one. I think my eldest brother and third sister kept this a secret..."

Zhao Mingyu seemed to be able to guess what Jing Yu was thinking. He chuckled softly and said, "You're wrong. Absolutely wrong!"

"Big brother and I haven't been hiding from others. Quite a few people in the Imperial City know about this, but... my father has never asked about it. Hehe, I'm afraid he doesn't remember it either."

The dying old man said with sarcasm, "That summer, the loquat trees bore fruit. I deliberately picked the greenest ones and presented them to the emperor. However, I guess he didn't taste them, so he naturally didn't know how sour they were."

"I originally wanted to tell this to Big Brother as a joke after the birthday party...haha."

"Brother, those years were not easy..."

Zhao Mingyu's eyelids closed slightly, and his voice gradually became lower, even his breathing became vague and indistinct:

"If I had a spiritual root..."

"What a bullshit immortal..."

At the last moment of his life, Zhao Mingyu seemed to have used up all his strength, stretched out a wrinkled and withered finger, and pointed it towards the sky.

After a while, the finger lost its support and fell down weakly.

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