Chapter Eighty-Five: Willow Branches Sprout New Green, Old P
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na bottle's lacquer pattern is intricate and complex, as if depicting the cosmic principles. Xuan He's graceful figure is an embodiment of beauty.
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A few slender willow branches were inserted into the bottle, cultivated to a vibrant green. The moisture hung heavy, their emerald hues nearly dripping with freshness.
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The battle taking place at the bottom of Qiantang River, shielded from all outside observation, had Yue Taizong Wenzhong on the clear disadvantage. He had abdicated a year ago, although his policies were continued, his power was hard to regain, and the influence of his official connections had largely dissipated. He was seeking to secure his position...
Simply put, this year's Yue Taizong's individual combat power is not at its peak.
Although he possessed the vision of a top-tier True Person, his opponent had the insight of a Grand Shaman from Chu State!
This battle was fought in silence because both sides intentionally controlled the noise.
Xuan Huai was unwilling to publicly kill Yue Guo Taizong, who had a great reputation. Wen Zhong was unwilling to let his people see him, the seemingly wise and martial Taizong, being easily killed by the Chu people, like killing a dog!
This should be a lost story, buried under the dust of time.
But the moment Ren Qiu Li appeared, Xuan Zhuo shifted his gaze away.
Ren Qiu'li is a time traveler drowning in the river of time. Her mind sinks with her gaze, falling into the Xuanhu's eyes, within the endless galaxy of information.
A torrent of chaotic information flooded her mind all at once, snapping each strand of her thought like a thread until it felt as if her brain were about to explode!
In the year 3927 of the Daoli calendar, the Chu army besieged Mount Du'er Peak, and the ancient Nandou Hall, facing the crisis of annihilation.
At that time, Qiu Li pushed his computing power to the limit, taking advantage of the complexity of Bingxu and the sharpness of Lu Shuanghe. He successfully escaped Zhuge Yixian's divination and hid in the Xianlin Forest.
This is almost the lifelong glorious achievement of Heavenly Machine True Person!
Because she was facing the divination of Zhuge Yi, the star diviner of Chu State, even a fleeting thought could cause upheaval, enough to overturn the world.
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And she escaped.
But did she really escape
At this moment, in the long river of Vietnamese history, on this day in the year 2531 according to the Dao calendar, looking into these vast starry eyes is like meeting for the first time.
Of course, the story from the Daoli calendar year 2531 occurred before the Daoli calendar year 3927.
That's how a paradox of time and space occurs. She met the star god "Jiáng Lóu" at the event first, but she met the star god "Xuán Huò" in time first.
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Which side is the "cause" and which side is the "effect"
Ren Qiu suffered from a splitting headache!
The drastic upheaval of the day stemmed from a single glance.
When she saw those star-filled eyes, the hurricane ceased and the thunder abruptly died down.
Over the years she had accumulated all manner of martial adornments, each painstakingly crafted by her own hand. In an instant, they were stripped away, leaving her feeling as desolate as a barren wasteland, back in that moment of utter solitude when she had simply sat and waited for death.
All her efforts were insignificant, crushed under the absolute might of computation power, like armor being stripped away by destiny!
At that time, the woman on the desolate plain, who was about to freeze to death, opened her eyes. In a daze, she seemed to see a strand of white hair.
Upon hearing the Way in the morning...
Hear the Way in the morning!
Ren Qiu'li suddenly woke up, like a drowning person who pulled himself out of the water at the moment of death, gasping for breath.
But she couldn't feel the power she had in this period of history in Yue國 anymore!
Xīnshén Xuán hē drew out a willow branch from the Bao Bīng and gave it a gentle flick. Water droplets flew in all directions, refracting sunlight like rainbows. He spoke, “All external forces are not one's own power; cause and effect come and go in a moment.”
This seemed like a prophetic omen. Although Ren Qiu Li didn't drown in the Information Star River, relying on her own calculations and belief to float back up, she was stripped of external force.
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She had no time to ponder the moment, no space to examine herself, for her vision, in this very instant, had been cleaved open by a sword's edge. The moment before, she had shattered the rift in spacetime, taken a step, and prepared to flee the river of history. This very moment, Jiang Wang, with sword drawn, came at her!
What a master of transformations, leaping back and forth, the number one shapeshifter in the world!
Ren Qiu did not hesitate, his figure directly arched backwards. This leap, imbued with the power between life and death, seemed like a fish leaping over a dragon gate—
When time and space parted, just like the Dragon Gate opening, she leaped and passed through the rift. Escaping from the Dao Lineage's 253rd year, she plunged into the long river of history.
Of course, Jiang Wang would not let him go. He followed closely behind, never leaving his side, and even leaped into the fray.
Time fleeting, a thousand years in an instant. This pursuit is like a dream.
The balance of offense and defense is easily shifted!
As he stepped into the long river of history, Jiang Wang couldn't help but look back.
In the blink of an eye, he saw Dao's body approaching collapse. Yue Taizong Wen Zhong leaped to his feet and, within the ripples of time and space, with a single palm strike, pierced Xing Shen Xuan Mo's heart!
Wên Zhōng's furious shout echoed in his ears: "Even if Zhuge Yì was here himself, he shouldn't be distracted during a life-or-death battle with me! How arrogant of you!"
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The Water Bottle soars high, pure water cascading down to Qiantang.
The Star God Xuanhe's physical body thus collapsed.
Willow branches sprout new green, and the old embankment pillows are from how many years ago!
The time-space rift has been closed.
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What is blocked are facts that have already happened and cannot be changed.
In 2531 BC, the Yue Kingdom followed a trend and went with the flow.
Though the waves in Jiang Wang's heart were turbulent, they remained restless for a long time.
In history, the divine star Xuan Xu obstructed Wen Zhong's path. It was Zhuge Yi who personally came to this world for this purpose.
And Wen Zhong was able to destroy such a star god Xuan Zhu because the star god Xuan Zhu divided his divine sense and gave Ren Qiu Li, who came from Dao Li 3928 years ago, a strike.
History here produced a spiral of recurrence!
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He had been within the Imperial Palace when Yu Beidou brought him out of the River of Destiny.
But he never truly understood fate.
He finished reading the weighty tome, "Carving History with Blades," and he had lived through many momentous events that would inevitably be etched into history.
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But he didn't feel that he had much of a grasp on history either.
History is the confluence of fate, and also the tributary of fate.
He was in it.
A thousand readings of history books are not as good as one experience.
The scene and the moment brought him a shock that will forever remain in his heart.
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But shocking as it was, his actions were undeterred. He strode through the waves of history, like a cloud riding on water.
He was as quick to escape as he is now eager to pursue.
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Ren Qiu Li could still calculate his whereabouts through astrology, tracing his path across the long river of history. If he lost Ren Qiu Li's trail, he would be left blind, wandering for over a thousand years, drawing his sword wherever fate led him.
"Heavenly Machine True Person!" Amidst this frantic chase, Jiang Wang's voice echoed through history: "If you don't stop, I will turn back to the Tai Xu Pavilion and from then on, I won't concern myself with worldly affairs. I will wait until I become invincible, and then I will go find Lu Shuanghai!"
The long river of history makes no sound.
Ren Qiu knew that Jiang Wang wouldn't turn back. Today, only one of them could walk out of this history.
She already had pessimistic expectations, but she still made the last effort.
> Within the ancestral temple of Yue.
Wen Jingxiu knelt before the towering statue for a long time.
The monarch remained silent, while the years spoke volumes.
An emperor is rarely criticized while alive; only upon death can his legacy be truly judged.
At a certain moment, the atmosphere in the shrine seemed to "sink" down, becoming extremely solemn. The incense smoke began to fade, and the towering statue shimmered with light, seeming very distant for a moment.
Wen Jingxiu finally got what he had been waiting for. He looked up and shouted in a reverent voice, “Disrespectful descendant Wen Jingxiu of later generations, greets Taizong! I wish to use this emperor's body to fulfill the wishes of my ancestors and welcome Taizong back!”
Of course, he knew that Ren Qiu had created the "Mirror River of Heaven and Earth Formation," intending to use it to reflect the history of Yue Kingdom, ultimately achieving Jiang Wang's demise.
It was because of this strategy's existence that he truly believed Qiu Li could kill Jiang Wang.
He certainly knew that Ren Qiu's borrowing of the Yue King's Seal was intended to subdue someone. Looking back at Yue's history, there weren't many who could pose a threat to Jiang Wang.
King Yue Taizong will definitely appear in the "Mirror of Time and Space, Heavenly Mechanism Array," and he lent out the royal seal of the Kingdom of Yue to meet with Emperor Taizong!
Both Gao Xiang and Taizong were able to cause a stir within the "Mirror River of Time and Space, Heavenly Machine Array."
He is also a true person of this world, he is still the ruler of Yue in the present day, he holds the highest power over this land, he possesses Jinghu.
He has his own layout too.
For instance, right now, he has intercepted the historical projection of Emperor Taizong of the Yue Kingdom, intending to embody his spirit and welcome Taizong's resurrection!
As the emperor of Yue, he was a direct descendant of Taizong. He sat on the same exalted throne as Taizong, and they shared the same cultivation level. Throughout his life, during festivals, anniversaries, and even birthdays, he never neglected the worship of Taizong, maintaining a continuous blood sacrifice... So when Taizong's will appeared, the moment he inherited Taizong, it became possible for him to do so.
The temporal formation within this spirit shrine had long been prepared. It was linked to the national protective formation, based on Mirror Lake, leveraging geographical advantages to subtly borrow from Ren Qiu Li's formation. He also emptied the treasury of the Yue Country Palace, preparing the finest materials for the array — ever since he established contact with Ren Qiu Li, he had begun planning all this.
He knew he lacked the top-tier intellect to engage with true sages. He trusted those truly wise. Therefore, in his early years, he followed Gao Zhengyan's advice and entrusted the world to him. So, in this game at Fuji City, he also opened up the chessboard, allowing Ren Qiu to act as he pleased.
But he placed his full trust in Gao Zheng, while with Ren Qiu Li, it was merely a matter of mutual use. He gave the chessboard to Ren Qiu Li, using her abilities and the "Mirror River Heavenly Mechanism" to establish a connection with Yue Taizong from history.
His true objective was to have Yue Taizong return and take command.
Gao Xiang said: “A wise ruler doesn't handle everything, a wise ruler handles everything with virtue.”
He kept it in mind.
He not only dared to relinquish power, "to entrust everything to others," but also abandoned all he had, including this physical body, to welcome the true wise ruler!
His determination was not small, and his efforts were not meager.
But the river of time and space, there was no echo.
That imposing statue of Taizong stopped at the moment it was illuminated, with no further changes occurring.
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Was it because Taizong was unwilling, or unable to fulfill it
Was it due to insufficient rituals and flawed sacrifices, or had Qiu Li sensed something amiss and secretly intervened
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Bringing ancestors back to life from history is beyond imagination, and no amount of preparation can guarantee success.
Wen Jingxiu lamented in a sorrowful voice, “Being born as a prince, unable to govern the country, misgoverning for the sake of millions is a regret for all. Losing the country is a thousand-year hatred. Great matters of the world, I am incapable of handling them, and cannot take on such responsibility!”
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“I do not care for my own body or life. I only hope to shine for a thousand years, and that the great Yue dynasty will prosper forever! May the imperial house of Wen remain glorious, their bloodline strong and undimmed.”
He suddenly knelt down, bowing his head to the ground with a sound like an old monk striking a bell, and a voice rasped from his throat like a crow swallowing blood: “Your Majesty, please return!”
The spirit shrine was eerily silent.
It's not that effort will be recognized, nor that waiting will yield results.
Wen Jingxiu had never been a naive person. When he ascended the throne of Emperor Yue, Gao Zheng's first lesson to him was "Recognize reality."
Recognizing one's own limitations, recognizing the limitations of the country.
Realizing that he was utterly powerless, realizing that all his efforts would be in vain, then trying to find a way to do something.
Time relentlessly flows forward.
It did not bring more splendor.
Wen Jingxiu's tragic, generous, and tenacious spirit gradually blended into sorrow, despair, and pain.
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His plan failed.
But his pain wasn't because of the failure of the plan. It was because he couldn't stand up tall after the failure, he had no way to solve the problem!
He is a monarch who sits upon the throne yet knows not how to extricate himself from his predicament, a lost shepherd who cannot determine the path to guide his nation.
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But he must bear the responsibility.
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There was no one behind him.
After a long silence, he decided to crush all his emotions and continue toward the future that he was powerless to resist.
When the cold wind struck the copper bells of Tai Temple, and the incense heads in the furnace began to fly ash, he raised his shoulders weighed down by burdens, held onto the sword of the Son of Heaven on his waist, and was just about to get up.
At that moment, he heard a voice, one that seemed to rise from the depths of his blood, echoing at the very end of his soul —
"This palm strike of mine was created by me back then. It draws upon the Qi of the Qian Tang Jiao, the intent of the East Sea Dragon, and the power of the Great Yue Kingdom…"
The voice of King Wen Zhong of Yue!
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Wen Jingxiu remained in his poised stance, sword still drawn. He held his breath and listened intently. He could tell it was Taizong fighting against Jiang Wang under the orders of Ren Qiu Li. He could hear that this was a gesture of goodwill from Taizong to Jiang Wang, a plea for the freedom to fight to the death amidst all these restrictions!
But why would he hear this
Is this expressing dissatisfaction with his descendants
Of course, Taizu was displeased with the foolishness of his descendants. But when things had already reached this point, expressing displeasure was meaningless. A figure like Taizu wouldn't do anything pointless.
Even he, Wen Jingxiu, would not simply vent his emotions.
The legendary figure known as Wen Zhong must have a message to deliver.
Only he at this moment can receive it.
Looking up at the statue, whose features were no longer clear, Wen Jingxiu suddenly understood something. He turned his palm over and formed the Jiangshan Longyin seal. His five fingers spread wide, pointing towards the face of the Taizong statue, as if to lift it up.
To cover one's face with the palm of one's hand is a sign of disrespect to superiors.
But as this palm strike was about to land, it suddenly reversed, shaking the mountains and rivers. The palm transformed into a finger, like thunder erupting from heavy clouds, striking out with a force that startled the world for thousands of miles.
This finger is pointing at the center of Taizong's eyebrows on the statue!
Blood corresponds to bloodlines, positions correspond to positions, environments correspond to environments, imprints correspond to imprints, and fingers correspond to fingers... it's like a ticket that transcends time and space, aligning with all the memorized details.
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History echoes in the blood!
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The previous generation pioneered the path, laying the foundation for the Wen clan amidst humble beginnings. Every drop of their past contributions has flowed into Qian Tang.
Wen Jing Xius's soul trembled with a fear that bordered on abject terror.
All was silent in the world, only the last words of Tai Zong Wen Chong echoed in my ears, a bloody exclamation: "Good swordsmanship!"
He knew that the historical shadow of Emperor Taizong had also died.
The statue of Taizong before me, the flickering radiance, suddenly converged into one point, transforming into a yellow scroll that fell down.
Wen Jingxiu seemed to see the figure of Emperor Taizong, falling back into the long river of history, while the yellow scroll fell from his hands.
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It has been stored in the shadows of history for too long, feeling very cold.
He was overcome with grief, but could not bring himself to speak.
There are myriad emotions that cannot be expressed to others!
He forced back his grief, steadying his hands, and slowly unfurled the yellow scroll...
And then it suddenly retracted!
He saw the country's ultimate choice.
This is the legacy left by the monarch who died in the year 2531 of the Daoli era.
The two most prominent figures in Yue history, standing at its beginning and end, met their demise by the Qiantang River. One died at its depths, the other on its banks. Their deaths were abrupt, but their ultimate fates were not unexpected.
They all fought for this country until the very last moment, even in death. They all left behind something.
The river waves beat against the bank, and the river wind rustles the willows.
The mighty Qiantang River, how many heroes it has buried!
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