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Having said that, Lu Wangji looked at the boy eagerly:
"So Shaochen, in fact, in my heart, I very much hope that you can put aside the past, unite with Xiongjie and be my right-hand man."
"Now this Immortal Gate is in ruins. If we want to revive the Everbright Immortal Gate, we still have a lot to do."
Having said that, Lu Wangji looked at Zhang Shaochen expectantly.
Zhang Shaochen bowed his head and remained silent.
Seeing this, Lu Wangji waited for a while, then said again:
"Shaochen, in fact, what you said just now reminded me. I think Bai Xiongjie's character may not be able to be loyal for a long time, and maybe he will stir up trouble again."
"So, my reuse of him and your cooperation with him may only be temporary; Shaochen, can you be patient for a while and wait and see the aftermath?"
"Master Uncle Master," Zhang Shaochen finally raised his head, looking at Lu Wangji with piercing eyes, "Thank you for confiding in me just now, and speaking to this point. I am very grateful."
"I can't blame you for doing this. After all, from your point of view, you need to do this. From your point of view, I can understand you."
Having said that, Zhang Shaochen paused slightly.
When Lu Wangji heard this, he felt quite optimistic, so he looked at the boy with full expectation.
Soon Zhang Shaochen continued:
"It's just, uncle, you have your position, and I have mine."
"I really have to leave."
"I hope you understand me just as I understood you just now, and please understand me, Master Master."
"this!!"
Headmaster Lu, who had just heard the first half of the speech, was still a little happy, but he never expected that the young man would say such a thing in the second half.
A talent like Lu Wangji was also stunned on the spot, tongue-tied for a moment, not knowing what to say.
He didn't expect that Zhang Shaochen would say that.
Even if Zhang Shaochen said so, it didn't matter, what he least expected was that the boy said "leave" so suddenly, so resolutely, and so without warning.
As if he didn't know the boy, he looked at the boy again with a novel and solemn gaze.
The boy's eyes are clear and firm, just like the Wuling Mountain standing between the sky and the earth, majestic and awe-inspiring.
After watching for a while, Lu Wangji sighed.
He gave up persuasion.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the young man sincerely, and said: "Shaochen, since that's the case, can we make an agreement that if one day Bai Xiongjie is no longer at the Immortal Gate, you will come back?"
"Let's talk about it." Zhang Shaochen said indifferently, "Senior Lu, you should know that I left not only because of him."
Lu Wangji nodded: "I understand. Zifei is someone who can be forced. I only wish to cherish this farewell."
As he spoke, he bowed his hands to the boy and bowed solemnly.
"Thank you, senior." Zhang Shaochen also bowed and cupped his hands in return.
"At the time of parting, this junior had a request, so I asked the senior to agree to it because of the effort this junior has made to eradicate the Longcang River." Zhang Shaochen said.
"Please tell me. No matter what the request is, I, Lu Wangji, will definitely do it even if I go through fire and water!" Lu Wangji said with emotion.
Zhang Shaochen waved his hand: "Senior, you are serious. There is no need to go through fire and water."
"Oh? What is that?" Lu Wangji was a little puzzled.
"Just please treat Yin Yuerou kindly." Zhang Shaochen said in a clear voice.
"That's it." Lu Wangji nodded, "What's so difficult about it? Besides, I was going to treat her kindly. After this big event, she is also a meritorious minister of my Immortal Gate."
"Okay, thank you very much." Zhang Shaochen bowed again, then turned and left.
Seeing the back of him leaving freely, Lu Wangji had a regretful expression and a melancholy mood.
Three days later, Zhang Shaochen was already sailing on the Yangtze River.
After leaving Mogan Mountain and heading north to the Yangtze River, he bought a black-covered boat and went down the river.
He also didn't hire a boatman, but mobilized his spiritual power to sail the boat alone.
The boat sailed on the big river, and it didn't take long before it was dusk.
The red sunset, in the river waves behind the boy, carries the ups and downs, casts Xiabo all the way in the mighty river.
When the sun was setting, Zhang Shaochen gave up sailing.
He let the awning boat go forward while he sat in the boat.??, holding a wine gourd, drinking one after another.
The Yangtze River is vast, and the world is long.
In such a majestic and majestic scenery, Zhang Shaochen, who has no roots and no stumbling blocks, feels even more insignificant.
When wine enters the heart of sorrow, it also helps to worry.
In his heart, he thought a little lonely:
"It's still me, not strong enough."
"No matter how hard I think I am, in the eyes of others, I'm still not strong enough, I don't have enough weight, I don't have enough bargaining chips."
"Otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out like this."
Carrying wine in the middle, drifting with the flow.
?Use wine to dissipate your sorrows, and your sorrows will be even more sorrowful.
When the moon rose and the white waves rolled over, Zhang Shaochen smelled of alcohol, kicked off his shoes, jumped into the river, and danced with his sword.
Walking wildly on the waves, dancing with swords like a wheel, in the moonlight, starlight, sword light, and wave light, dancing and singing drunkenly for a long time, finally exuded the smell of alcohol and soothed my heart.
After dancing sword to vent, Zhang Shaochen's mood improved obviously.
Jumping back to the boat again, looking at the bright moon shining brightly on the river, he thought excitedly:
"I still have hope."
"Although it's slim."
"But it is called 'hope' precisely because of its remoteness."
Looking at the starry sky, he recited again:
"It is advisable to look at the stars to distinguish north and south, not to chase east and west with fireflies."
He regained his strength and became firm again.
But soon, the smell of alcohol rose, and he lay drunk on the bow of the boat and fell asleep quietly.
The clear waves of the Yangtze River reflect the stars in the sky, making the boat seem to be sailing on the sky full of stars.
The knight at the bow, drunk and sweet, is exactly the artistic conception of "drunk and not knowing the sky is in the water, full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy"
At this time, in that Dongling Mountain, I don't know if there is a telepathy, Dugu Yu Ni tonight is also particularly sighing.
At the top of Hanyang Peak, looking at the bright moon and the galaxy for a while, she suddenly remembered her deceased father, who had said "dowry", and returned to her boudoir in the psychic palace, opened the one left by her adoptive father. Red lacquer box.
Generally speaking, girls cannot open the dowry box prepared by their parents before they get married. The so-called "good girls don't care about their dowry clothes".
But now, to her, what meaning does this custom have?
So she opened the box.
Seeing things and thinking about people, looking at the box full of silk and satin, she felt no joy in her heart, only melancholy and sadness.
Rummaging aimlessly, Dugu Yu Ni suddenly found a few pieces of yellowed silk paper at the bottom of the press box, with words written all over them.
She immediately thought that this note must be unusual.
She took them under the lamp candle with great care, leaned in front of the light, and read the words on them carefully.
Judging from the source and signature of the letter paper, it is obvious that this letter paper was written by Dugu Rampant.
Looking at the date of the inscription, it was written when Dugu Yu Ni was two or three years old.
This letter, written by Dugu rampantly, is an explanation of what happened back then.
This is what Lu Wangji said in the showdown with Longcangjiang.
Dugu Yu Ni was at the scene at the time, so how could she not know?
Even if she didn't hear it comprehensively at the time, she mobilized all her strength and completed all the information afterwards.
But because of this, looking at the handwritten manuscript left by her adoptive father, Dugu Yu Ni became more and more sad the more she looked at it.
Because, in this letter, Dugu rampant's treachery to the Longcang River is obviously hidden; the whole letter is just to tell Dugu Yu Ni her life experience, where she came from, and where she really is. Who are the biological parents.
Perhaps even Dugu Ramengxing didn't expect that when his adopted daughter read this letter, she already knew the truth of the year.
And because of this, the girl felt even more sad when she compared the known truth in her heart with the hidden evil and promoted good in the letter.
From this letter, what did she see?
She saw a tycoon of the evil way who was decisive in killing and encountered ups and downs, and the deepest love under the plain words.
She burst into tears suddenly.
Putting down the letterhead, she went to open the dressing box again.
Pull out the makeup box at the bottom, and in the box, there is a pearl flower silver hairpin lying quietly.
For this pearl hairpin, the pearls have no luster, and the silver hairpin is also somewhat gray, obviously cheaper.
She reached out and picked up this cheap pearl hairpin.
She seemed to want to throw away the pearl hairpin, but after a while of gestures, she didn't throw it away.
She blew out the lamp again, walked to the bed, and lay down on the bed with all her clothes on.
She held the inferior pearl hairpin to her heart, and wept silently in the silent darkness
is exactly:
The rain does not fall to the sky,
It is difficult to recover the water.
The old hibiscus flower,
Today it has become rootless grass. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)He threw away the pearl hairpin, but after a while of gestures, he did not throw it away.
She blew out the lamp again, walked to the bed, and lay down on the bed with all her clothes on.
She held the inferior pearl hairpin to her heart, and wept silently in the silent darkness
is exactly:
The rain does not fall to the sky,
It is difficult to recover the water.
The old hibiscus flower,
Today it has become rootless grass. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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