Chapter 8: Early Spring in Zhongnan Mountain Falls Deeply Asleep 【The Three True Sects are deeply rooted in the North and have a far-reaching influence.】 [Many children of wealthy and prominent families have joined the Three True Sect to seek refuge from the chaos that is now raging in the world] [Many disciples in the sect said that they were just relying on having a good brother.] [It's just that he's trying to curry favor with the master. 】 [You are calm and at peace, and continue to practice daily as usual.] [On this day, the master brought you a letter. Lu Yu's name was written on the envelope, and the content of the letter was only a few words: "Father is in danger, please save him quickly."] [Your heart tightened. You recognized the handwriting at a glance. This is a letter from Lu Yu.] [This month, news has been coming from the mountain that the two provinces of Hebei have fallen and the cavalry have begun to cross the river.] [The Daqing Dynasty's defenders fled at the sight of this.] [Given my father's personality, he probably won't run away. Is he going to fight to the death? It turned out to be sent by Lu Yu, so the current situation is very dangerous.]
[You frowned and pondered for a long time while looking at the letter in your hand.] [Tip: Today's reincarnation has ended. Please come back tomorrow. The game has been saved.] [Warm reminder: There is no special item reward. Please check the reward for this reincarnation after the reincarnation is completed. ] [One day on earth is equal to ten years in the cauldron. 】 With the appearance of this prompt, it was announced that Yu Ke’s simulation ended today. This reincarnation of a celestial being is also - "Anti-addiction?" His eyes fell on the last message that popped up, a letter from Lu Yu, which mentioned that his father was in crisis. This letter was like an unsolved puzzle, putting him at a crossroads of choice again. Should I go down the mountain or continue practicing in the mountains. He has the destiny of "late bloomer", and it seems that he will take the path of accumulating strength and then making a breakthrough in the later period. After ten years of simulation, my cultivation progress has been average. Should I stay in the mountains to practice or go down the mountain? After all, if you can influence this Kunxu world, you will be rewarded. It seems like this is another important choice, and the ending time is just stuck. Yu Ke looked out the window and saw that the moonlight was still dim. He yawned and sleepiness came over him like a tide. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but after the simulation, he did feel more tired and exhausted than ever before. So sleepy! He turned over and fell into a deep sleep. However, while Yu Ke was sleeping, the ancient tripod in his mind began to rotate slowly, emitting a faint light. There was a tiny cyclone around Yu Ke's body, attracting strands of spiritual energy into his body. With the continuous influx of spiritual energy, the heavy patterns on the [Kunxu Ding] seemed to be given life and became vivid.
…… …… Early spring of the twentieth year of Yongxiang. Zhongnan Mountain. Spring rain is like silk. The dense raindrops hit the eaves of a Taoist temple on the mountainside. After the rainwater gathers, it flows along the tiles and forms lines, falling through the sky. Under the eaves, a group of young Taoist priests from the Three True Sect stood with their sleeves folded, their gazes looking into the distance with a sense of laziness as if they were appreciating the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains. Outside the Taoist temple, the green mountains are like dark blue. The spring rain lingered today, so the young Taoist priests were spared the hard work of getting up early in the morning and no longer had to go through the hard work of climbing up and down the mountain. They are all about the age of just coming of age. It's quite leisurely. The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops hit the bluestone steps like soybeans. The splashing water vapor filled the air. They all avoided it for fear of getting wet by the cold water vapor. Although it is early spring, the mountains are still chilled by winter, and you still need thick blankets to keep warm at night. At this moment, a sudden sound broke the silence of the rain. "Look, isn't that Great-Master Lu Chen?" It was windy and rainy, and the vision was already blurry, but the sharp-eyed young Taoist priest was the first to catch a glimpse of the figure. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. On the mountain trestle, a figure was seen moving down with difficulty in the wind and rain. His clothes had been soaked by the rain and were sticking tightly to his body, making him look somewhat disheveled. However, such a scene did not arouse the sympathy of the people, but instead caused a lot of whispers and dissatisfied ridicule. "Tsk! You're really asking for trouble by coming out to practice in such heavy rain. Aren't you afraid of flash floods?" "Tsk tsk, just pretending." A young Taoist priest shook his head contemptuously, his eyes full of disdain. "That's right, isn't it just about being able to curry favor with people? Having a rich father and a family background is nothing to be proud of." Someone muttered jealously. You know, their master would have to respectfully call Lu Chen "Uncle Master" when he saw him. However, at this moment, with Lu Yu's departure. These young Taoists expressed their dissatisfaction and ridicule towards Lu Chen without any concealment. "You have no talent at all. You have been studying Taoism for five years, but I am afraid you can't even beat me, haha." "Speaking of Grandmaster Lu Yu, he was a true hero. He led a group of fellow apprentices down the mountain and headed north. If I hadn't been so young last year, I would have gone with him."
"That's right, that's right." The young Taoist priests around echoed. Wait until Lu Chen approaches the Taoist temple. Among the Taoists, the tallest one stood up. He glanced at everyone and said with contempt in his tone: "Look at this great-grandmaster Lu Chen. His martial arts skills are mediocre and he is timid. He doesn't even have the courage to go down the mountain to practice." The sound was not loud, but it was loud enough for Lu Chen to hear. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were once again cast towards the figure on the mountain path, expecting him to react. However, the figure only paused slightly, then returned to its original state and continued walking alone in the wind and rain, as if all this had nothing to do with him. Lu Chen's figure seemed increasingly lonely in the wind and rain. We went down the mountain in the wind and rain. "Tch, it's boring." Looking at Lu Chen's departing back, the tall Taoist priest muttered. At this moment, a young Taoist priest with freckles on his face approached. He was young in stature and was the youngest among the group of Taoist priests. It will not be until next year that you will come of age and officially enter the ranks of adults. The world was in chaos, and his family had arranged for him to be sent to the mountains to avoid disaster. He said softly, with some complicated emotions in his tone: "That great-grandmaster Lu Chen is really diligent. He practices martial arts 365 days a year, rain or shine. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee several times, and I saw him practicing alone." The tall Taoist priest snorted and didn't take it seriously. "What's the use of being diligent? If you don't have enough talent, no matter how much you practice, it will be difficult to achieve anything. You know, in this world of cultivation, talent is more important than Mount Tai." The young Taoist stared at Lu Chen's back, but ripples appeared in his heart: Is it true that such a person has accomplished nothing as others say? After a while. The heavy rain has quietly turned into slanting wind and drizzle, and a slight chill penetrates through the clothes and gently seeps into the skin. Inside the Taoist temple, the morning exercises have ended and the disciples are packing their clothes and preparing to start the morning class. The figure that used to run up and down, in the eyes of everyone, has gradually become less noticed than it was at the beginning. However, no matter how the outside world's gaze changes, that figure remains consistent, firm and persistent. He completed his morning mountain climbing exercises, gradually slowing down his movements, and finally standing quietly beside a puddle of rainwater. The water surface swayed slightly, reflecting the face of a calm young man with bright eyes. He walked into a solitary hut halfway up the mountain. A letter was lying quietly on the table and chair in the cabin. The above words touched the boy's heart.
"Father is in danger, come back quickly." (End of this chapter)
