noffsinger Chapter 76 Six Years
Chapter 76 Six Years
Chapter 76 Sixty Years
As the hand seals were formed, the soil around the coffin solidified and became incredibly hard.
The coffin continued to sink until it stopped at about five zhang (approximately 10 meters).
If someone were to dig through the top layer of soil at this moment, they would be unable to dig any further than two or three meters.
The soil was so hard it was like stone; even a shovel hitting it would only produce sparks.
After completing this task, Chu Xun maintained control over the swamp within a hundred feet.
Not a single drop of moisture could reach the grave.
His cultivation level of only Qi Refining stage made him feel very tired.
I had to lean against the tombstone, and faintly, I seemed to hear a familiar voice again.
"I secretly filled this with water from the bucket my father carried. Drink some to cool off in the heat."
"My lord, my lord—"
"I pray to the water god again, if there truly is an afterlife—"
"May I be a crow."
"Because crows seem to stay with you longer."
Chu Xun's lips curled into a bitter smile as he sighed and muttered to himself, "So this is the price of seeking immortality—"
He always knew that to achieve immortality, he would inevitably witness countless joys and sorrows.
I've also thought that one day, after seeing so many of them, I might stop thinking about them so much.
But it hasn't come to that yet.
Chu Xun stayed here for a long time, and the villagers were very worried. Huan'er, Qi Ermao, and others took turns keeping watch over him.
Even the village children came to bring blankets and food to Grandpa Village Chief.
They may not fully understand life and death, but they know they will never see the old lady again who would always smile and grab a handful of roasted nuts and seeds and stuff them into their pockets.
Chu Xun did not return until after the seventh day after his death.
Qi Ermao and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As they escorted Chu Xun home, Qi Ermao kept saying, "Brother Xun, you have to think things through and not do anything foolish."
Throughout history, countless people have died for love.
They all knew that Chu Xun and Zhang Anxiu had a deep relationship, so they couldn't help but worry about that.
Chu Xun didn't turn around, but his voice was clear and distinct: "No need to worry, I still have a lot to do."
Although Qi Ermao and the others did not know what he was talking about, as long as Chu De did not intend to die, that was fine.
After that, villagers would come to Chu Xun's house every day to sit for a while and chat.
Just so he wouldn't feel too lonely.
Chu Xun knew the villagers meant well, and when summer came, he would walk around all the farmland in the village every few days.
The crops in the village are growing exceptionally well this year, with a yield expected to be at least 50% higher.
Until the ninth year of Chongming.
With the hot summer approaching, Lin Qiaoxi's health has been declining recently. Huan'er is coming back to take her to the capital city to prevent any accidents that might prevent her from seeing Huan'er one last time.
He also made a special trip to Songguo Village, wanting Chu Xun to come along.
"I still have things to take care of. We'll talk about it after I'm done," Chu said.
"What is it? I can have someone else do it. Why do you have to do it yourself?" Huan'er asked, puzzled.
He is now the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, holding the rank of third grade.
Many things can be resolved with just one sentence.
Chu Xun said, "I promised someone else this, so I have to handle it personally."
Huan'er was about to say something when Chu Xun asked first, "How is Lord Tang now?"
When Tang Shijun was mentioned, Huan'er's expression turned even more unpleasant.
He whispered, "There are assassinations almost every month. I've received word that someone has hired at least a first-rank expert, and possibly even a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm."
"Can you still hold on?" Chu asked.
"Our teacher also has top-tier experts under his command, but the assassins are expected to arrive in the next couple of days. It's hard to say whether we can hold out," Huan'er sighed.
In the past two years, he has had an even bigger falling out with Tang Shijun in public.
Even if they were both in the Ministry of Revenue, one a Minister and the other a Vice Minister, they would still act like enemies when they met.
Sometimes Huan'er even wondered if she was really being resented by her teacher.
Chu Xun nodded slightly, his white beard swaying in the wind.
His hair was completely white, as clean as snow.
"Everything will be alright after tonight."
Huan'er still didn't understand what he meant, and said with a wry smile, "Perhaps."
"Are you really not coming back to Kyoto with me? If you don't want to sell the assets here, you can keep them."
Chu Xun waved his hand: "I've made up my mind. Go back and take good care of your mother."
Seeing his insistence, Huan'er didn't know what else to say, thinking she would come back to persuade him after she finished this busy period.
Chu Xun saw him to the door and watched the carriage leave.
Just then, Qi Ermao arrived, glanced at the carriage, and asked, "Is that Minister Zhang?"
"Hmm." Chu Xun said, "You've come at the right time. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow and don't know when I'll be back. Please take care of things in the village for me while I'm gone."
Qi Ermao was taken aback: "Going on a long trip? Where to?"
"Don't ask so many questions, just remember this," Chu Xun said.
Although his tone was calm, Qi Ermao still sensed something unusual and immediately became nervous: "Brother Xun, don't scare me. Why are you running around alone at your age?"
"Do you feel your home is too cold? Come stay at my place for a few days."
His concern came from the bottom of his heart.
This was a bond cultivated over forty or fifty years. Chu Xun smiled and said, "I'm not going to commit suicide, why are you so nervous? Maybe I'll be back in a few days."
Qi Ermao looked at him with suspicion. How could he not be worried about someone so old going on a long trip without saying where he was going?
He thought to himself, "Maybe I should stake out Xun's house tonight, just in case something goes wrong."
Chu Xun seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "If you come tonight, don't even think about seeing me again."
Chu De's expression was very serious when he said this.
Qi Ermao inexplicably felt that what he said was true.
If I really come to stake out him tonight, I might never see him again in my life.
After some hesitation, he sighed and said, "Alright, then you must take good care of yourself. No matter what, you must go back to the village and let them know."
"No one but you can be the village chief of Pinecone Village."
After Qi Ermao left, looking back every few steps, Chu Xun closed the courtyard gate and sat down at the door of his room.
Looking down, the fruit of the Spirit Pearl Grass had completely turned deep purple.
It became increasingly crystal clear, like a gemstone.
A faint fragrance emanates from it.
The crows on the eaves cawed a few times.
Weasels, field mice, and even a group of rabbits all popped their heads out from all directions.
Chu Xun looked up at them and smiled, "No need to worry, how could I abandon you?"
Time passes little by little, and the sun rises and sets from east to west.
As darkness fell, the bright moon appeared, and then became clear.
As the moonlight fell, a giant python, five zhang long, crawled out of the Songliu River.
The bluish-white scales reflected a hazy glow in the moonlight.
It quickly crawled towards Songguo Village, with the river surging behind it.
Two giant pythons, one green and one white, several times larger and at least a dozen feet long, poked their heads out.
A hint of hesitation could be seen in his scarlet eyes.
They gazed in the direction the blue-white python had gone, and ultimately chose to sink underwater.
When the blue-white giant python arrived at Songguo Village and swam to the front of Chu Xun's courtyard, it was just past midnight.
It climbed up the door frame.
The enormous python head peered over the wall.
In the courtyard, an elderly man with white hair and beard stood up.
The spirit pearl grass at my feet is radiating a purple light.
The wind howled and whistled.
Chu Xun glanced at the python head on the wall but did not chase it away. He looked down at the spirit pearl grass shimmering with purple spiritual light at his feet.
"Sixty years is a long and arduous period."
"We've both made it through."
"It's time to lay the foundation."