noffsinger Chapter 1076: Mei Qilang's Path of Struggle for Half His Life
Chapter 1076: Mei Qilang's Path of Struggle for Half His Life
Chapter 1076: Mei Qilang's Path of Struggle for Half His Life
What's more, Wenbaotang doesn't just have cultural treasures, it also has natural treasures.
All kinds of strange treasures that you can't even imagine are stored here, and each one can change a person's life. This "person" is not only a scholar, but also a cultivator...
This is the first time that Lin Su has come here.
As the golden boat under his feet plunged into the abyss and then floated strangely and naturally above a paradise, he was so shocked by the strange scenery around him that his mouth opened wide.
There are exotic flowers and trees, strange fruits, pavilions, towers and thousands of precious things.
It is no exaggeration to say that any small stone you pick up from the ground may be a treasure from heaven and earth.
"These are not treasures in themselves!" Ming Tianyan said, "But this lake, the energy here has changed everything. Ordinary rocks are mostly crystal stones. The lake water cleanses the bones and marrow. A breath of air is full of the vitality of heaven and earth. I have a little doubt that you came here today, in addition to settling an old grudge, you also want to push your sword legend to a new level here."
Lin Su glanced at her and said, "I find that your interpretation of me is a bit too complicated. I never thought that there would be the heaven and earth energy that practitioners dream of here, and you can plan ahead?"
"That's right. What else do you plan to do besides looking for trouble with one person?"
Lin Su exhaled softly: "Can't you think of me more simply?"
"I really want to think of you as innocent, but you have emphasized it many times yourself. There is only a little bit of your innocence left now..." Ming Tianyan blinked her eyes. At this moment, she looked especially like an 18-year-old girl next door.
Lin Su said: "You have to think like this. The war is about to start. I will leave the temple and be inseparable from my wife who has been waiting for me for eight hundred years. After experiencing the worry-free wonderland, in this charming season of spring breeze... well, summer breeze, I will travel around the beautiful mountains and rivers of the temple, visit an old friend, miss my homeland, and try the new tea with the new fire..."
"I think of my homeland while meeting my old friend..." Ming Tianyan's eyes flickered: "Did something happen in his homeland?"
Lin Su smiled gently and took a step towards the long embankment in front.
As he took this step, the golden boat under his feet disappeared silently, turning into a stream of light that merged into his brows.
In front of it are three big characters: Wenbaotang.
At the side of Wenbao Hall, two doormen stepped out at the same time and bowed at the same time: "Greetings to Lin Changxing, greetings to Elder Ming."
"Mei Qilang, is Mei Changxing in the palace?" Lin Su asked softly.
The two doormen said, "Yes!"
"Take me to see him!"
"Yes!"
A concierge showed them inside.
After entering this gate tower, the energy behind it is truly unpredictable.
Lin Su sent a voice to Ming Tianyan: "Do you feel that our reputation is starting to rise? Even in a remote palace like Wenbaotang, people recognized us as soon as we arrived without having to introduce ourselves."
Ming Tianyan replied in a voice: "Don't be happy too soon. Perhaps the palace masters have placed our portraits in front of the gatekeepers of each palace, and pointed at the people in the portraits and told the gatekeepers not to anger them if they encounter these two plague gods."
"Haha, Plague God, I like this name!"
Mei Qilang's Chang Xing was in the middle. When Mei Qilang heard the message from the doorman, he suddenly looked up. The moment he looked up, his face was completely pale.
Because he not only heard what the doorman said, he also clearly saw the person who followed the doorman in.
As soon as he saw Lin Su, the word that came to his mind was probably "plague god".
Mei Qilang spent half his life struggling with the word "road".
Because he never knew how to go on his next journey.
He still had some integrity at the beginning, and between going with the crowd and being independent, he chose the latter. However, this choice also started his unforgettable journey in the temple.
He is an unrivaled genius, he should be a brilliant and charming man.
However, despite his reputation as "the double master", he became an ordinary customs clearance envoy in the distant Tianwai Tianguan City.
In his world, there is no more romance and love of literati, only those who practice cultivation.
Above his head, there was no blue sky and white clouds, no singing pavilions and towers, only the vastness of the outside world and the biting cold wind.
The word "road" that he had sealed away once again surfaced in his mind, full of entanglement...
At that time, he finally decided that it was too difficult to be unique, so he decided to just go with the flow...
So, he used Lin Su as a stepping stone to knock on the door of the Confucian saint...
Sure enough, with this knock, his fate took a 180-degree turn. He was transferred back from the distant Guancheng to a powerful palace like Wenbaotang, and his rank was promoted. In terms of status alone, he had already reached the top of Wenbaotang.
If Lin Su really died outside the Great Wall as they wished, Mei Qilang would probably be a rising star in the Holy Temple, blooming belatedly on his road to success. Occasionally, on a moonlit night, he would look back and gaze outside the Great Wall, with at most a little bit of guilt in his heart, and then, as time went by, he would completely forget this guilt...
However, Lin Su did not die!
And he also brought back the Military Saint!
He became the most popular person in front of the Military Saint!
From that time on, Mei Qilang was sweating profusely. He knew Lin Su's methods, and he also knew Lin Su's character. He would not wait until the next day to take revenge. Even if he could not take down the Confucianists, the painters, and the sons of the music family, could he not take down Mei Qilang, who had no foundation at all?
However, the course of events once again overturned Mei Shichiro's cognition.
Lin Su did not retaliate!
At least there was no revenge in the open!
However, the numerous great things he had done made Mei Qilang doubt again and again...
Was Le Sheng executed because the Holy Son of the Le family planned an operation to kill him outside the Great Wall?
Was the Saint of Painting executed because of his Son of Painter?
The Confucian saint was in disgrace yesterday. Was it because of the Confucian saint?
If it is all of them, then the degree of horror is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. This is a person who seeks revenge on those above him. This is a person who not only repays the principal but also pays interest...
The three holy sons paid an incredibly heavy price themselves, and even their parents suffered.
Where is Mei Qilang?
When will this plague god come?
Today is finally here...
Mei Qilang's whole body was trembling...
The whole person was absent-minded.
"Brother Mei, nice to meet you again!" Lin Su's voice was quite calm.
Mei Qilang bowed deeply: "Lin...Brother Lin!"
His voice was a little hoarse, and if you looked closely, you would see that his back was covered in cold sweat.
"Brother Mei, you have returned from the bitter cold land outside the Great Wall to the wonderful Wenbao Hall in the human world in one step. Congratulations!" Lin Su smiled slightly.
Mei Qilang's heart suddenly kicked, and he forced a smile: "Brother Lin, please come to the study for tea."
"That's fine. I'll think of my homeland while talking to old friends, and try the new tea with the new fire. Brother Mei, please!"
Mei Qilang praised: "Brother Lin's poems are really wonderful. Brother Lin, please ..."
The three of them walked into the study side by side. The doorman bowed and retreated, feeling somewhat confused. When he first saw Mei Changxing's reaction, he thought there must be a big conflict between Mei Changxing and this Lin Changxing, but now it seems that there is no conflict...
Umeshichiro's study.
The shelves are full of books, there are several pots of flowers, several pens, and the floor is spotless. It should be elegant and clean no matter how you look at it, but it gives people a messy feeling.
This feeling comes from a piece of calligraphy on the table.
There is only one word on this painting: Road.
The word "road" may seem clean at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one can clearly see that it is extremely messy. This word is like countless forks in the wilderness, and it has a maze-like aura.
It is this piece of calligraphy that changes the normal appearance of this clean and elegant study.
Mei Qilang entered the study and flicked his hand gently: "The study is a little messy, I'm sorry to make you laugh, Brother Lin."
The paper flew up out of thin air.
It seemed as if all roads on earth had disappeared.
However, when the paper flew halfway, Lin Su gently reached out and caught it, admiring it...
Mei Qilang did not insist, and came to the side of the tea table and poured tea...
"Brother Mei!" Lin Su smiled softly: "You left that calligraphy in the Heart-Questioning Pavilion that day, was it five years ago?"
"Yes!" said Mei Qilang.
Lin Su said: "In five years, your handwriting has deteriorated!"
Mei Qilang's hand trembled slightly, and the tea spilled, but before it dripped onto the table, it disappeared without a trace.
Lin Su said: "The word 'road' you wrote that day was full of confusion, but it had a hint of character. The word 'road' you wrote today may look round and flawless at first glance, but it has lost its character and is just a piece of waste paper!"
Mei Qillang's whole body stiffened. He held a cup of tea in his hand, not knowing whether he should hand it to Lin Su.
"No need to pour the tea. The idea of drinking tea is only for the outsiders to hear. It can be regarded as keeping some dignity for you!" Lin Su said: "You have been entangled in the word 'road' for half your life. You have been endlessly confused and have made the final decision. Facts have proved that you still made the wrong choice!"
Mei Qilang's face was extremely tangled. He slowly put down the teapot in his hand, slowly raised his head, and smiled gently. His smile was infinitely desolate: "Brother Lin, I know that my path has finally come to an end. The world is full of twists and turns. If you make a wrong choice, everything will fall apart. I hope... I hope you don't tell my foster father about my affairs."
"Do you remember that you have a foster father?"
Mei Qilang said: "Some things are very strange. When I was young, I looked upon my foster father as heaven. When I was a teenager, I looked upon my foster father and felt that he was not heaven either. When I was young and full of vigor and vitality, I looked upon my foster father and felt that he was just so-so. After entering the Holy Temple, I looked upon my foster father again and felt that I was better than him in everything! But today I suddenly realized that I am not as good as him! His literary rank is only that of a junior literary figure, his status is only that of the master of a village, and his vision is only a hundred miles away. However, he has roots, while I, a regular in the Holy Temple, have no roots and no way to go!"
Lin Su said: "Road is a very strange thing. Sometimes, you think it is a broad road, but it is actually a dead end. Sometimes, you think there is no way to go, but there is still a way to go!"
Mei Qilang's whole body was shaken: "Brother Lin...are you still willing to give me a way out?"
Lin Su flicked his hand lightly, and the word "road" written on his palm turned into flying butterflies...
He smiled softly: "I think of my homeland when I meet old friends... Do you know what your homeland looks like today?"
Mei Qilang said: "Brother Lin, you have done a great job. Our homeland has become a paradise on earth. Even if I am doomed to fail, I am deeply grateful to you, Brother Lin."
Lin Su said: "It may not be a paradise on earth! There is a powerful force stationed beside it with ulterior motives..."
"Brother Lin, are you referring to... the Painting Saint Family?"
"There is no orthodox painting saint in the world, so how can there be a painting saint family formed with the painting saint as the basis?! The Holy Temple is magnanimous and has never ordered to cut off the roots, but you are a passionate person from that hot land, and you entered this family with your homeland in your heart. It is fair and just to investigate the hidden dangers."
Mei Qilang's whole body was shaken...
Ming Tianyan, who had been silent the whole time, was also shocked...
What are you doing?
Will the Saint of Painting and his family be wiped out?
The extermination of the Holy Family is the most taboo thing.
Because this is inconsistent with the holy way, which emphasizes mercy and forgiveness. If a saint has problems, his descendants cannot eradicate him unless there is conclusive evidence that he has gone astray.
Even when the conflict between Confucianism and the military strategists was the most intense, the Confucians did not kill all the descendants of the military strategist, and allowed him to establish Muye Villa.
Later, when Fengya encountered trouble, it did not affect the Leshengsheng family, and only its quota of literary titles was cancelled.
Now that the Painting Saint has just gotten into trouble, Lin Su has pointed his sword at the Painting Saint's family.
This is a bit of a subversion...
Mei Qilang slowly raised his head and said, "Is this the path that Brother Lin pointed out to me?"
"In the holy temple, the way is to advance with great strides. In the mortal world, protecting the country and the people is also the way. Brother Mei, are you willing to take this path?"
Mei Qilang looked up at the sky for a long time: "From now on this road, I will never see the scenery of the temple again. It is indeed sad. However, I can see the back of my adoptive father. Thank you Brother Lin for your help!"
Bow deeply.
"Go!"
Mei Qilang bowed to the ground: "Farewell, Brother Lin!"
Lin Su slowly turned around...
Mei Qilang slowly stood up and walked out of his study...
Ming Tianyan slowly withdrew his gaze from his back and sighed softly: "Why are you willing to give him a chance?"
Lin Su sighed softly, "Who in this world doesn't question his own path from time to time? He has been struggling in this environment for more than six years, so he is not a hopeless person in essence. What really makes it difficult for me to start is probably his adoptive father, you know? This old man has taken in thousands of homeless people, and his greatest pride is always this Mei Qilang. I don't want him to take down this portrait hanging on the beam with his own hands, and I don't want this old man to reflect on whether he should have taken in thousands of people when he is dying."
Ming Tianyan smiled softly: "Sometimes I also have an illusion, are you the Confucian Master, or is the one in the Three Heavens the Confucian Master? Your benevolence sometimes seems small, but it makes people's heart move..."
"There are so many ways in the world, but sometimes who can tell which one it is?" Lin Su said with a smile, "You say this is Confucianism, but the Confucianist may say this is military!"
"That's true. If a Chang Xing were to come to the Painting Saint's house, the Painting Saint's house would probably be doomed... Do you know that you have opened a new door?"
"what for?"
"The disaster will not reach the Holy Family. This is the bottom line that the Saints in the Three Heavens carefully adhere to. The revenge will not be done by digging up the ancestral graves. This is the bottom line that the secular world adheres to..."
"Things are not always the same. The Saint of Music was executed, but I will not only not execute the Saint of Music's family, I will also protect them! Because the Saint of Music's family is on a different path from the Saint of Music; the Saint of Painting's family is different, and their past actions are worth a thorough investigation!"
The two stepped out of the study and saw a white-haired old man outside.
Ming Tianyan was slightly surprised: "Master Ding!"
The person who came was actually Ding Lingdao, the head of Wenbao Hall. Wenbao Hall was one of the twenty-three side palaces. Its head was also the palace master, and also a high-level quasi-saint.
Ding Lingdao bowed slightly and said, "Lin Changxing ordered the elder to come to Wenbao Hall. I was unable to greet you from afar. Please forgive me!"
Lin Su, Ming Tianyan returns the favor...
After some pleasantries, Ding Ling said, "You two have never been to Wenbao Hall before. I wonder what you are here for today?"
Lin Su said: "I came here today mainly to enter the 'Wenlu'. I wonder if it is convenient?"
Ding Lingdao said with a smile: "Those above the Changxing Elders of the Holy Temple can enter the Wenluan and refine Wenbao. This is the rule of the Holy Temple. How can it be inconvenient? Lin Changxing, Elder Ming, I have prepared a welcoming banquet. You can enter the Wenluan after the banquet."
The banquet at Wenbaotang was obviously extraordinary.
Accompanied by the head of Wenbao Hall and all the top elders, his status was obviously extraordinary.
Lin Su and Ming Tianyan enjoyed a sumptuous banquet, expressed their gratitude to the hall master, went through a set of procedures, and then entered Wenyuan - the place where the furnace was located, called Wenyuan.
The signals sent by this banquet are already somewhat subtle.
Lin Su and Ming Tianyan are absolute taboos of the temple. It would be impossible for them to receive such treatment when they entered the palaces in the past. Those palace masters and elders did not dare to establish a deep revolutionary friendship with them.
But now, the wind has changed.
This is the signal.
As the sun sets, Wenyuan seems brighter than during the day.
Because here, there is the fire of literature and Taoism.
The fire of the Way of Literature refines the treasures of the Way of Literature. The Way of Heaven is immortal and the fire of Literature will last forever.
In the general sense, a literary treasure does not require the fire of literature and art. As long as you have reached a certain level and write it down, it becomes a literary treasure. However, such a literary treasure is not actually a literary treasure in the true sense.
A true cultural treasure needs to be refined.
Especially after reaching the high level of quasi-saint or saint, the holy treasure used as one's own weapon requires the use of this fire melting furnace.
For example, the Weiyang Pen is the product of this fusion of literature and Taoism.
For example, Li Guihan’s jade cicada and Taoist seal are also the products of this fusion of literature and Taoism.
Lin Su is not a saint at present, so theoretically he cannot refine a holy treasure. However, he is a quasi-saint of heaven, and he already possesses three holy rings. Even if the cultural treasure he refines cannot reach the level of a holy treasure, it will obviously be higher than the quasi-saint treasure of a peak quasi-saint.
Ming Tianyan was very interested in what he was going to refine and asked him in person, but Lin Su smiled and did not answer. He strolled towards the Wen Dao Rong furnace in front. The furnace looked no more than ten feet high from a distance, but with every step forward, the furnace rose ten times higher.
After Lin Su took eight steps, the furnace seemed like heaven and earth.
“Or, you can refine the Supa I gave you and make it into the most magical treasure of the quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao!” Ming Tianyan’s eyes turned quietly.
Lin Su glared at her and said, "Will it look like a sissy if I swung this fragrant Supa gently in the future?"
"A man who likes women is a real man, and a man who doesn't like women is a useless eunuch!" Ming Tianyan said.
Depend on!
Lin Su glanced at him and said, "Do you think I don't know your little tricks? If you refine that Supa into a holy treasure, I will have to carry it with me from now on. Then you will be dependent on me for a long time. How can I travel freely around the world? Therefore, I will definitely not refine it..."
"Okay, okay, I know what you want to refine. Although this thing has nothing to do with me, I have to admit that this thing is more suitable than Supa." Ming Tianyan admitted defeat.
"Do you know what I want to practice?"
"What else could it be? You said you would travel the world in a carefree manner! How could I not guess it?" Ming Tianyan said, "What you want to refine is your Xiaoyao Flute!"
"You guessed wrong again!"
Ming Tianyan's eyes widened: "How can it be wrong? It's absolutely impossible! ... Is it really wrong?"
"What a mistake!"
Ming Tianyan said, "You still want the Weiyang Pen? You want to get the Weiyang Pen from Bing Zun and put your logo on it? I personally think this is quite exciting. After all, it is an authentic holy weapon. With a little transformation, it will become your holy weapon, which is higher than the quasi-holy weapon of the Heavenly Dao."
She was somewhat excited.
Because she glimpsed this possibility.
This was almost the optimal solution she had come up with for Lin Su to refine the holy weapon from her own perspective.
Lin Su is currently a quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao. No matter how miraculous the instruments he refines are, they are only instruments of a quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao and cannot reach the level of holy instruments.
The Weiyang Pen itself is a holy weapon. Lin Su only needs to refine it again and put his mark on it, keeping the original level of the holy weapon unchanged. In this way, his little man... oh, no, his fellow traveler, will now have a standard holy weapon, right?
Although it was difficult to take the Weiyang Pen from the Soldier Saint, who could blame the old man for being so rude? When he took back the Weiyang Pen, he said the word "borrow"...
However, Lin Su shook his head gently: "It's still wrong!"
Still wrong!
Ming Tianyan was completely confused: "You rejected the Xiaoyao Flute, which represents elegance and grace. You also rejected the Weiyang Pen, which represents the strongest combat power. What on earth are you going to refine?"
Lin Su slowly raised a finger and pointed it at the tip of his nose: "Me!"
Ming Tianyan was very surprised: "Are you going to refine yourself?"
"Yes, I am a rebellious person. I want to see how many relics I can refine..."
"You are a master of literature, but you are using yourself to make Buddhist relics? Stop talking nonsense!"
Lin Su smiled lightly: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth! I didn't come here today to refine any holy weapon, I wanted to verify a theory..."
"What theory?"
"The Wen Dao Furnace is actually a huge and boundless world, and I happen to be on the path of the world. If I can capture the trajectory of the Wen Dao Furnace, can I turn the Wen Dao world in my body into a furnace as well?"
Ming Tianyan's heart was pounding: "Melt the world into a furnace?"
"Yes!"
"This... this is too crazy! This... this is completely beyond the realm of literature and art. At least, there has never been any record of this before in the realm of literature and art."
Lin Su said: "The Heavenly Dao Quasi-Saint is a road that no one has ever walked before. Who knows what it will be like when it reaches the end? But one thing is certain, the nine paths in my body walking together and acting independently should definitely not be its ultimate form."
Ming Tianyan stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed him tightly...
Lin Su slowly turned back: "Don't worry, I can't guarantee that my Wen Dao Quasi Saint Bo world will be as I wish, but I guarantee that Lin Su who enters will definitely not become Wen Dao calamity ash."
"What guarantees do you have?"
"Because even though I have always been reluctant to admit it and have always been very low-key, I still cannot hide the ironclad fact that I am really a genius, really..."
His hand retracted slightly and escaped from Ming Tianyan's palm, and Lin Su stepped into the furnace of literature and Taoism.
(End of this chapter)