Chapter 449: Three People and Harmony

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He XinliangFenghuo Xizhuhou

Perhaps due to its proximity to Shangyin Academy, the city's teahouses and taverns were all gracefully named. It was said that any old inn's walls could feature fragments of poetry left by literary figures and Confucian scholars from various dynasties. Jianxue Teahouse was situated in a secluded part of the city. During snowfall, few people ventured out, and coupled with an incident in the city—whether a natural disaster or human-made—business was naturally bleak. The proprietor was despondent, wondering when he would accumulate enough money to buy the small house he had long desired. In these years of peace, free from the chaos of the Spring and Autumn periods, buying more properties was never a bad idea. His wife often complained that their daughter's dowry would surely be insufficient, not enough to save face, and far inferior to their neighbor the Song family's. As the head of the household, though he toiled like an ox and a horse year-round in his arduous trade, the proprietor couldn't say much. However, daily hard work was softened by a cup of tea brewed by his daughter upon returning home, washing away his grievances. He hesitated whether to sell a calligraphy and painting he had treasured for many years, originally bought at a high price from a Southern Tang refugee who had fallen on hard times. It could indeed fetch a high price now, but he couldn't bring himself to part with something he genuinely loved. The proprietor sighed, "When a man reaches middle age, all things cease." He looked up at the snowy street outside the building in the twilight, pulled his sleeves tighter, and saw two people entering the teahouse. He quickly rushed to greet them, afraid of missing out on this unexpected business, ignoring his reputation, and said warmly with a smile, "Besides top-grade pre-rain tea, our establishment also has no shortage of fine wines. What would you two guests like to drink?"

When the proprietor recognized their faces, he was somewhat astonished. The handsome young master was fine; his smile was warm and felt heartwarming in the deep winter. He clearly appeared to be a gentle and cultured son from a wealthy and influential family. But the woman with a frosty expression was frightening. The proprietor instinctively drew back his neck. Fortunately, for some unknown reason, the white-haired young master was very understanding. After brushing off the snow from his shoulders, he said softly with a smile, "Would you trouble the proprietor to warm a jar of the strongest wine you have? And if there's a brazier, please bring it over and place it under the table. We can pay extra for it."

The proprietor quickly rubbed his hands and chuckled, "No charge, no charge, it's my pleasure."

Xu Fengnian and Luoyang sat by the window. Liu Songtao had inexplicably left the city earlier. It seemed Luoyang was about to deal with Xu Fengnian, yet when he and Yuan Zuozong were ready to fight to the death, she suggested they go for a drink. Xu Fengnian didn't let Yuan Zuozong follow. If she said drink, Xu Fengnian would drink openly. Throwing one's life away to accompany a gentleman often means truly losing it, but drinking with Luoyang would likely mean living well. The wine was brought to the table, the brazier was set up, and the two drank opposite each other. Xu Fengnian raised his cup, took a small sip with a soft slurp, and leaned lazily back in his chair, quietly asking, "Tuoba Pusa's good fortune, which he waited thirty years for, was ruined by you? What exactly happened?"

Luoyang didn't raise her cup to drink; she remained silent.

Xu Fengnian continued, "Did you become the leader of Zhulu Mountain? Was it you who sent Lu Linggui and his group to have me enter the mountain and be conferred a marquisate? Is Cao Changqing willing to be a guest advisor for your Demonic Sect? Is Zhulu Mountain willing to help restore Western Chu? Honestly, I'm not at all optimistic about Western Chu's restoration. When Xu Xiao destroyed Western Chu, the reason he didn't divide the country by the river and rule north and south was that he saw the prevailing trend. Not claiming emperorship merely disheartened people, but once he declared himself emperor, those veteran soldiers who had fought a hundred battles would have died for the dragon throne under his behind. Xu Xiao has always been shrewd, never making a losing deal. Now, the Zhao family emperor of the Liyang Dynasty isn't some muddle-headed ruler; he's diligently self-disciplined to an astonishing degree. Even if Cao Changqing achieves sainthood, it wouldn't affect the overall situation. Perhaps Liyang even wishes Western Chu would openly try to restore itself. Burning down a granary with one large fire is far more convenient and less effort than burning scattered clumps of weeds. If I'm not mistaken, Western Chu's restoration will initially go smoothly, but in the end, it will inevitably be netted by the imperial court and wiped out in one go. Such a wicked scheme could be planned by Yuan Benxi, approved by the Zhao family emperor, and perfected in execution by Zhang Julu, who is already unrivaled in factional struggles."

Luoyang still had her eyes closed, resting. She lightly tapped the table with one finger; the faint tapping sound had no discernible rhythm.

A moment later, Xu Fengnian suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, and blood welled up in his throat. He quickly severed his spiritual connection with the red-robed shadowy figure, gradually regaining clarity. Xu Fengnian forced a bitter smile, "It's very much like Human Cat Han Shengxuan's Finger-Mystery technique. You're truly skilled at everything."

Luoyang dipped a finger in the cup of wine and wrote "Luoyang" in small seal script on the tabletop. Xu Fengnian chuckled, "I know, the capital was renamed Luoyang after the Great Qin Dynasty unified the world."

Luoyang's lips curved upward, her face showing undisguised mockery. She opened her mouth and asked, "Do you truly know?"

Xu Fengnian was speechless at such a foolish question. Yet, this demoness before him had fought against Tuoba Pusa, the second-ranked new martial arts expert, and Deng Tai'a, the third-ranked new Sword God. She had brutally dragged down the former fourth-ranked Hong Jingyan, and today she had clashed head-on with Liu Songtao. In the future, it was likely she would also have a confrontation with that old scoundrel from Wudi City. Would all ten of the current martial arts experts be beaten by her before she stopped? What kind of domineering lunatic must this be? Xu Fengnian sighed inwardly. Why did he have to encounter her in Northern Mang of all places? Where had the innocent Huang Baozhuang from the city wall years ago gone?

Xu Fengnian voiced one of his most frequent recent conjectures: "Zhulu Mountain appeared at the end of the Qin Dynasty. The ancient saying goes, 'The Qin lost its deer, and the world chased after it.' Could it be that Zhulu Mountain, which later evolved into the Demonic Sect, is also a remnant of the Great Qin, just like the Northern Mang Princess's Tomb?"

Luoyang burst into unrestrained laughter. "Remnants! That's a truly incisive remark!"

Xu Fengnian forced a hollow laugh in response. Luoyang ignored him, revealing the secret in one sentence: "Liu Songtao was not nailed to death at Dragon Pool by Longhu Mountain's heavenly prophecy, using the divine power of several generations of patriarchs. Instead, he went to Lantuo Mountain, shaved his head, and became a monk, hiding for nearly a century. He should have let go of the past tragedies by now. Logically, he should have long since 'dropped the butcher's knife and immediately become a Buddha,' taking a place in the Western Paradise Buddhist realm. But for some unknown reason, he went berserk in his cultivation. This journey eastward, half-Buddha, half-demon, is completely like a runaway horse and makes no sense. Lantuo Mountain, renowned for its strict discipline, let him be, and Li Dangxin, the Buddhist patriarch of the Central Plains, did not try to stop him with full force, which is even more illogical. What Liu Songtao, who is not a monk, seeks, or what Lantuo Mountain plots, might lead to the same destination."

Xu Fengnian tentatively asked, "Are you telling me this because you still want to draw me into Zhulu Mountain?"

Luoyang neither admitted nor denied it, speaking in riddles.

Xu Fengnian replied candidly, "As long as you're not in a hurry to kill me."

Luoyang raised her wine cup and took a sip, a playful look in her eyes. "You could even kill Han Diaosi, one of the three great fiends of the Spring and Autumn era. Would you miss one like me? Where there's one, there's two. Given your cold-hearted nature, since you made an enemy on the Yellow River, if you don't kill me, you'll probably sleep poorly from now on."

Xu Fengnian poured more wine, chuckling, "Killing the Human Cat was a fluke. Without borrowing the sword of Sword-Eating Ancestor Sui Xingu, I would have been killed by Han Diaosi instead. Kill someone like you, a celestial being ranked fourth in the world and eyeing third? I'm not so foolish. As long as you don't settle old scores with me, honestly, I don't care if I go to Zhulu Mountain as a nominal prince. But let's be clear beforehand, I absolutely will not get involved in the restoration of Western Chu. I genuinely admire Cao Changqing, but one thing is one thing. I haven't even properly managed my own small domain of Beiliang; I don't have the ambition or ability to contend for the world..."

Luoyang showed an impatient expression, spinning her porcelain cup with two fingers. She sneered, "Liu Songtao was right about one thing."

The wine was still warm, but the atmosphere had grown as cold as it could be.

Seeing she was unwilling to say more, Xu Fengnian quietly finished a few cups of wine, paid the proprietor, and left the Jianxue Teahouse.

Luoyang didn't stop him. She reached out, dipped her finger in the wine, and wrote two words on the tabletop.Luoyang calmly stated, "So it was all about 'three people and a grain stalk.' He knows nothing, she knows everything; it wasn't supposed to be like this."

This demoness made a gesture no one could have predicted: she rested her chin on the tabletop and closed her eyes, like an ordinary woman utterly exhausted from waiting endlessly for her beloved to return home.

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