Chapter 21: Beishan Jian Ge (Middle)

  The courtyard was deep and serene, with dense foliage like a canopy. Under an ancient tree stood an old man in a green robe, his eyebrows and beard had all turned emerald green, yet his expression was indescribably calm and leisurely. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly watching the person in white clothes writing in front of him.

  The man in white sat cross-legged on a low table, holding a brush as thick as a child's arm and two feet long. The tip of the brush almost touched the wooden leaves, and it looked like it was cast from raw iron. On the dark brush, three characters were engraved: "Thousand Jin Brush". However, what he wrote was a meticulous and elegant small script, not a single stroke out of place. At this moment, he had finished writing a chapter of the Tao Te Ching, and even in the last word and last stroke, his heart remained sincere and his intention upright, without any disorder in his brushwork.

  In the depths of the forest, there is a cicada's voice swaying, but it makes the sky and earth even more quiet. The hustle and bustle of the red dust seems to have been absent from the courtyard for a long time.

  "Does the footsteps of the outsider seem like a carefree stroll?" The old man in green robe suddenly asked.

  "Yun Zhēng has arrived." The man in white put down his pen and said calmly.

  The old man in blue was somewhat astonished: "How did he know this..." Suddenly, his face changed color: "Could it be that Miss Ning gave him the sword order?"

  The man in white nodded: "It can only be like this." He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Because of Yuanyue's affairs, Yuanting has hated me for so many years. Now she may have let go and is giving me a chance to repay my debt; or maybe it's just out of maternal love for Rong'er, hoping I can help him here. But no matter what the reason is, as long as the Ning family needs my help, I won't refuse." He sighed: "I'm not afraid of owing too much, I'm just afraid there's no chance to repay it."

  The old man in blue robes fell silent for a moment before asking, "So, he's come seeking help? For this war?"

  "Yun Cong is fifteen years old." The man in white said softly, "Wan Ting is a strong-willed person, she won't let her child rely solely on the remaining aura of Mount Chong to take over the Yun family."

  "Does Miss Ning II plan to let him build his own strength?" He hesitated for a moment: "With Jian Ge as the foundation?"

  "It won't work." The man in white lightly shook his head: "She's too proud, she won't use my power as Cloud's foundation strength. At most, she'll only let him borrow the power of the Sword Pavilion."

  The old man in the green robe furrowed his brow.

  The man in white didn't open his eyes, but seemed to see his expression and smiled: "But it doesn't matter, the Sword Pavilion should be Moon's. Later when Moon was gone, I didn't want her efforts to go to waste, so I made it into what it is now - the Sword Pavilion isn't surnamed Water, it's surnamed Ning. Although Wanjing doesn't want it, I must give it back out, she doesn't want it, then I'll give it to Rong'er."

  The old man in the green robe sighed: "Lord, you should know how difficult this is." He glanced at the white-clothed person and said: "Moreover, without you, can Sword Pavilion still be called Sword Pavilion?"

  "Yun Cong's talent is not bad." The man in white didn't move, his expression calm and unruffled: "Moreover, even if he can't reach my state, it doesn't matter. Jian Ge is just an auxiliary force in his hands, and in the future, his strongest fist will still be Yan Yun Shi Er Wei. As for Jian Ge... externally, the master of Jian Ge can continue to be called Shui You Han."

  "His fate is so good that it's enough to make the Lin family emperor jealous." The old man in green robes shook his head.

  "This matter can't be rushed." Shui You Han still had her eyes closed, a strange smile spreading across her face: "Directly giving the Sword Pavilion to him is impossible, Wan Ting will definitely object... it can only be given indirectly."

  "Indirectly?" The old man in green robe looked somewhat puzzled.

  "Our generation can gradually fade out... I heard Snow's performance is not bad?" Shui You Han opened his eyes, and a hint of smile appeared in his black gem-like pupils.

  "Not bad, should say very good. Martial arts is about seven layers of fire, and handling affairs is even more orderly... The master wants to send Xue'er to..." The old man in green robe's face changed slightly.

  "Missing your daughter?" Shui Yuhan asked indifferently.

  "I dare not, everything of mine belongs to my lord, as long as my lord has an order, let alone..."

  "No." Shui You Han unexpectedly shook his head and interrupted: "Your life was indeed saved by me, but your daughter is your daughter. Her happiness, you have no right to ruin."

  The old man in the green robe looked somewhat taken aback: "Since she is the daughter of a subordinate, her marriage will naturally be decided by the subordinate." His face suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant: "Could it be that Yun Zheng didn't even leave an empty concubine position?"

  Her eyes, which had been cold as water, suddenly became sharp and piercing, staring at him without saying a word.

  The old man in a blue robe gritted his teeth: "If the master has an order, it is nameless and has no status, and those below will certainly not let Xue'er take it to heart!"

  "Rubbish!" Shui You Han suddenly stood up, his two eyes staring at the old man in blue like sharp blades: "I will only give Yun Zheng some opportunities, I absolutely won't treat Xue Er as a commodity and send her to him! If he can't make Xue Er have enough good feelings towards him, I absolutely won't force Xue Er to follow him." He calmed down his anger and sat back down: "A person's emotions are not gifts, they cannot be given away."

  "Yes, the Lord's teachings are indeed correct." The old man in green robes secretly let out a breath of relief, but then hurriedly bowed his head to admit his mistake. Then he looked puzzled: "But why did the Lord suddenly ask about Xue Er...?"

  "If I'm not mistaken, Wanjing had Zuo'er come to Beishan Jiankong in order to borrow some of the power of the Northern Pavilion, especially its intelligence capabilities. So she would have Zuo'er come here to find a liaison with sufficient status and ability." Shui Youhan glanced at the old man in the green robe: "And Xue'er just happens to be suitable."

  "I understand." The old man in green robe nodded: "I will go see Young General Yun now."

  The sword order was very effective. After seeing Yun Zheng's sword order, the gatekeeper didn't even go through the usual reporting procedures and respectfully invited Yun Zheng into the main hall for tea before hurrying off to summon the master of the manor.

  The master of the manor was the master of Beishan Jian Ge, and Yun Ting had only tasted two mouthfuls of fragrant tea before he saw him. This master wore a green long gown, looking somewhat old, but his spirit was exceptionally good.

  "In the depths of Beifeng Cangfeng, I have seen Yun Shaozhai." Beifeng Cangfeng's expression was very cold and indifferent, although he said he had seen him, his face didn't show any emotion.

  Yun Cong naturally didn't know that apart from being cold towards Shui Yuhan, he was almost always icy to everyone else. So Yun Cong's heart wasn't very pleased, but the task his mother had entrusted him with, he didn't dare not complete.

  "No need for excessive courtesy." He produced the small sword with the character "Han" engraved on it and handed it to Beishan Cangfeng, saying: "This is a token given by my mother, please verify its authenticity."

  Beishan Cangfeng handed the small sword back with both hands, after only a glance, and knelt down on both knees, saying: "Beishan Cangfeng has seen the Supervisory Chamber." Beishan Cangfeng's etiquette was impeccable, but his tone had already turned cold.

  "Hmm..." Yun Cong was somewhat taken aback, he hadn't expected the Sword Command to be so effective. It seemed that the Supervisory Pavilion was more powerful than the Pavilion Master? No, no, Bei Shan Cang Feng claimed to be the Northern Sword Envoy, which meant there were still three other Sword Envoys: Eastern, Southern, and Western? So it turned out that his mother was the General Supervisor of the four Sword Pavilions, no wonder she was more powerful than some Pavilion Masters.

  "Master, please get up quickly." Yun Zheng's mind was racing, and he immediately reached out to help Bei Shan Cang Feng up. With no time to waste, he got straight to the point: "My mother sent me here to find you, Master, I need to speak with you alone."

  "Who does the Northern Pavilion want?" asked Beishan Cangfeng.

  "Huh?" Yun Cong felt a bit depressed: "Mother said I just need to come and explain my intention, Master Beishan will naturally understand who to send. Master, you see this..."

  "Yes, I understand." Beishan Cangfeng's expression remained unchanged as he instructed a nearby young maid: "Go and invite the young lady to come over."

  Yun Cong was taken aback and thought: Ask Miss? We didn't come with orders to do that, what's the point of asking Miss?

  Beishan Zang Feng didn't bother to respond, he simply stretched out his hand and gestured: "Please sit down." Yun Zheng also said: "Please be seated, sir." Then the two of them sat down, but neither of them spoke, and suddenly there was an awkward silence.

  But soon, a clear and cold female voice came from outside the door, breaking the silence: "Father, are you looking for me?"

  Yun Cong only reacted now, damn it, he had an inertia thinking, still thought "Miss" was what. Unexpectedly forgot that the meaning of "Miss" in this era is not the same as in later generations. It turned out that Beishan Cangfeng's "Miss" referred to his daughter. However, why did he call his daughter out? Yun Cong thought: Could it be that he took a liking to Ben Shuai?

  As he looked up, a woman in a pale pink dress walked in. Yun Zheng saw that the woman had eyes like crystal, eyebrows like powder, and skin as white as sheep's fat, with an exceptionally tall figure. He couldn't help but feel a wave of doubt - could this woman not be North Mountain Cang Feng's biological daughter? Except for her height, he didn't see any resemblance to him at all - looking at North Mountain Cang Feng's appearance, even genetic variation shouldn't produce such a beautiful daughter!

  Yun Zheng was just about to YY Beishan Cangfeng's green hat story, when he heard Beishan Cangfeng's cold voice say: "Xue Er, this is Ning Erxianzi's legitimate son, Yun Zheng Yun Shao Shuai."

  That elegant and serene woman glanced at Yun Cong, slightly bowed her head, and said: "Mengnuo Beishan Wuxue has seen the young general."

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