After receiving Wei Qiancheng’s memorial, Zhou Shimin already had a rough guess in his heart.
Because from the description, it should be He Chuan and Cai Lian.
This not only relieved him of the burden in his heart but also gave him a sense of joy.
Because He Chuan was still on the side of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Fortunately, they didn’t send out Princess Changning. Otherwise, something might have happened when she faces Jue Lengxin from the White Lotus Cult.
He immediately summoned the important officials of the court to the Imperial study to discuss how to encircle and annihilate the remnants of the White Lotus Cult.
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The cloud floats while one drinks, who is drinking alone under the moon?
In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.
He Chuan didn’t take Cai Lian to other places. Instead, he bought a house outside Yangzhou to start an ordinary people’s life, experiencing the various changes of the world.
He was focused on cultivating the Taixuan Scripture now. According to the scripture, the Daoist Scripture was about returning to nature.
First of all, he had to enter the mortal world and experience the various forms of the mortal. Only then would he be able to gain some enlightenment.
He looked at the neatly arranged seedlings and could not help but smile from the bottom of his heart.
He was self-sufficient and grow all the vegetables himself.
“Young Master, please have a cup of tea.” Cai Lian came over with a cup of tea and said in a soft voice.
It was worth mentioning that under his guidance, she had already entered the ranks of half-step saint cultivator. She was no longer the kind little palace maid who didn’t dare to kill a chicken.
During this period of time, she followed He Chuan’s instructions and robbed the rich to help the poor, and caught all kinds of felons.
The people of the martial arts world gave her the nickname ‘Hundred Flower Lady’.
“Today, I’ll take Lian’er to go for a boat ride on the lake and see the beautiful spring scenery of Yangzhou Lake.” He Chuan finished the hot tea in one gulp.
Because of years of cultivation, his internal organs were already far beyond that of ordinary people. He would be fine even if poison entered his throat.
Moreover, he felt that the tea was more fragrant this way.
Hearing that they were going to Yangzhou Lake, Cai Lian immediately showed a happy smile.
She wanted to go there to have a look, but He Chuan was very strict with her cultivation, so she didn’t have time to go.
“You’re only one step away from becoming a saint cultivator. It’s just that you can’t cross the barrier yet. Put your cultivation aside for now. I’ll teach you how to read and write tomorrow.” He Chuan knew that Cai Lian was like Princess Changning.
He had already broken through to the saint cultivator realm. What he needed to do now was to minimize the danger.
To avoid energy deviation.
The brush and ink shed tears in the mortal world, the mist has hidden in the void, looking for a cause and effect. Everyone’s fate is different and distinguishable, but it is the root of love.
She brushed her clothes and rolled up her sleeves. Her tears fell into her five fingers, and it felt cold to the touch. Yesterday was different from today.
A superficial reputation is useless. Playing the zither, different people had different hearts, they just sank in it.
The courtesan’s sweet yet sad singing voice came from the largest pleasure boat on Yangzhou Lake.
There were several small boats surrounding it, and countless scholars wanted to be the guests of the courtesan.
He Chuan lay on the boat, his legs resting on Cai Lian’s lap. No one was paddling their boat, but it always moving past the most beautiful scenery.
Cai Lian tapped He Chuan’s calf as she listened to the pleasant singing of the courtesan. Her little head kept bouncing.
Their mood was also relaxed.
“If Lian’er likes it, let’s buy a seven-string zither on the way back. When you’re free, you can sing a little song for this Young Master to listen to.” He Chuan’s eyes were closed, but the entire Yangzhou City was covered by him. He would be the first to know if anything happened.
“I don’t know how to sing. Young Master, please don’t make things difficult for me.” Cai Lian quickly shook her head and said.
He Chuan smiled indifferently. He had just said it casually.
He stretched out his hand to stroke Cai Lian’s black hair. This kind little palace maid could only maintain her true self in front of him.
Suddenly, He Chuan noticed a group of people barging into the Yangzhou Magistrate’s Residence. It seemed like there was something important.
Wei Qiancheng hurriedly and respectfully welcomed them into the room.
They were the cavalrymen sent by the Imperial court to deliver the decree.
Lord Wei, His Majesty has ordered you to find the expert who eliminated the White Lotus Cult. The messenger said.
Although Zhou Shimin had He Chuan to help him extend his life, he had to deal with court affairs every day. He couldn’t take the time to take care of his body, and now, he basically didn’t pay much attention to court affairs.
For the time being, Crown Prince Cheng’an was in charge of one side. However, Zhou Shimin understood the current situation. The Crown Prince had not been baptized and could not take charge of one side.
Even with the assistance of a saint cultivator like Changning, he was still too young.
Changning also had a child’s heart and needed someone’s help. He Chuan was the only person who could set things right at a critical moment.
“I’ve only met him once. Where can I find him?” Wei Qiancheng said helplessly.
He had only met this mysterious expert once. Now, he was asked to go and change the topic. Where was he going to find him?
Of course, Zhou Shimin already knew about this problem.
The cavalryman in charge of passing on the message left a sealed secret letter to tell Wei Qiancheng that the mysterious expert had returned to find him.
If he did not come, Zhou Shimin would not blame him.
Hearing this, Wei Qiancheng finally heaved a sigh of relief. He was really aggrieved as Yangzhou Magistrate, and he had been on edge all day.
It wasn’t easy to get rid of the remnants of the White Lotus Cult, yet he still had to help find the mysterious powerhouse.
He had heard from Yue Zhuang that the other party was a saint cultivator.
Killing him was as easy as killing an ant. If that mysterious expert was unhappy, he wouldn’t even have a place to cry.
“People will die of old age or illness, it was something unavoidable.” He Chuan crossed his legs and took a big bite of the apple.
After listening to the conversation between Wei Qiancheng and the messenger, he already understood.
This time, Zhou Shimin really couldn’t make it. Even the great golden immortal wouldn’t be able to save him.
He was probably forcefully hanging on, and who knew when he would die.
“Mother once told me that everyone has to go through life, old age, sickness, and death, and then reincarnate.” Cai Lian didn’t have a deep understanding of death.
He didn’t find it scary.
Perhaps it was because she had killed people who deserved to die, and she had no relatives or friends by her side, so she had never experienced life and death.
“Reincarnation? Perhaps there is no reincarnation, and death represents the end.” He Chuan didn’t know if reincarnation really existed.
Perhaps the research on reincarnation in the real world was for this.
Could people live forever?
This was an eternal topic that had been discussed for so many years without any results.
Some people said that there was no such thing as eternal life. No matter how strong you were, your life would come to an end one day.
Some people felt that the limit could be broken, and as long as they touched the limit, they would be able to obtain true immortality.
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The night was quiet.
Wei Qiancheng was dealing with official business in the study.
He could be considered a good official who was diligent and loved the people, but he was not an honest official.
As the saying goes, when the water is clear, there will be no fish.
He first had to ensure that he and his family could live a good life, and then he would do his best to help the people solve their difficulties.
He could take the money that he should take, but he wouldn’t take a single cent that he shouldn’t. This code of conduct made Wei Qiancheng feel like a fish in water.
Suddenly, the space in the room began to distort.
A figure appeared in the study.
“Men! There’s an assassin!” Wei Qiancheng shouted out of instinct!
“No need to shout. The people outside can’t hear you. I’m here to get the letter.” It was He Chuan.