The winter wind brushes past the old tree, shedding the last dead leaf.
The courtyard remains as it was, with scenes from past years surfacing like dreams before Xu Yuan, who from childhood to adulthood had never entered this courtyard for the first ti.
As a child, he would rush here mostly to find his father.
At that ti, he didn’t think much of it, to a child, a father is like a towering figure, omnipotent, subconsciously wanting to be close to him.
In youth, his temperant gradually changed, and so did his desires.
His trips to the study were no longer to find that old man; although he remained omnipotent, he no longer wished to encounter him there.
After all, he was there to steal sothing.
My father’s thoughts are the national policy.
Stealing a little minute detail from this study and selling it can be an absolute insider’s secret.
Later, he returned to the beginning.
Because his father was as omnipotent as ever.
Just like a towering tree, sheltering the entire Pri Minister’s Mansion; as long as he’s there, those under the tree feel unparalleled safety.
Xu Yuan once thought ti would always flow this way, but all things go against one’s wishes.
Entering the study, everything inside is as it was.
Just like Xu Yuan had stepped into this room countless tis before, his father still quietly read through the docunts behind the work table. Seeing him enter, he did not look up or stop his work, only giving a casual command, as always.
"Sit first."
"Yes."
The familiar person, the sa dialogue, the unfamiliar heaviness.
Long boots stepping on the ground, Xu Yuan silently moved to the tea room in the study and sat down.
Through the window lattice, he looked down on the snowy landscape of Di’an; the docunts on the bookshelf remained orderly, the fresh scent of ink mixed with the aroma of the herbs perating every corner of the room, so quiet that only the sounds of pen and turning pages could be heard.
Just like the most ordinary day of past years,
his father was reviewing morials behind the desk, while he waited in the tea room.
Xu Yuan has never been a patient person.
In the past, when his father summoned him, while dealing with official business, he always did sothing of his own, be it brewing tea, reading, or cultivating, never just quietly staying; but today, he seed exceptionally quiet.
Xu Yuan listened to every page turn, every pen stroke in the study, wanting to engrave into his marrow all that he often considered commonplace.
If possible,
he even wished ti could freeze at this mont.
But that is ultimately impossible.
Clear water washes away the sharp tip of the wolf hair brush, a paperweight presses the closed docunt, the Chancellor of the Dayan finished reviewing his last morial of this life.
Sitting quietly for a mont in the familiar spot, and looking around at the usual scene sowhat absentmindedly, he stood up and slowly walked toward the child who would take over the torch in his hand.
Xu Yinhe looked at the heavily burdened Xu Yuan in front of him and said softly:
"After the battle at Tiann Mountain, the Jiantian Pavilion Master said she would reveal the truth of their will to you; I originally thought you might waver on your path."
Xu Yuan smiled slightly, replied softly:
"She told you too?"
"No, but there are always so conjectures."
"Why would you ask this then?"
"......"
After a mont of silence, Xu Yinhe’s deep black eyes were filled with appreciation: "A vision that can drive countless people to follow, even if extinguished, it can reignite. Although the path is different, it will still have so influence."
Xu Yuan was silent for a mont, whispered:
"Indeed there’s an influence, but tens of thousands of years is too long; Jiantian Pavilion is a relic of the old era."
"Heh."
Xu Yinhe did not delve into the details. He was already satisfied with this answer.
They fell into silence, the only sound was the rustling of brewing tea. When the first cup of steaming fragrant tea was pushed forward, Xu Yuan spoke softly:
"I thought you would collaborate with Wen Xinyun."
"Have you been to Tiann Mountain?"
"Yes, there are three auras there, but the third one is not Tian Ye, and it was just like in the Imperial Mausoleum."
"Sothing from the sky indeed intervened."
Xu Yinhe’s actions remained steady, as though discussing a commonplace matter: "Wen Xinyun’s understanding of it is even greater than I expected, but unfortunately, I can’t collaborate with her."
Xu Yuan stared at his reflection in the tea surface:
"Is it because of Li Zhaoyuan?"
"Why would you think so?"
"He can’t tolerate you, nor can he tolerate Wen Xinyun."
"...."
After a brief pause, Xu Yinhe said honestly:
"There is consideration for this. It was he who provided with the ans to find Wen Xinyun; he himself should be able to monitor the rest of Wen Xinyun’s body, so I must kill her."
"What about other aspects?"
"I can’t kill it."
"...."
Xu Yuan.
Xu Yinhe poured himself a cup of fragrant tea, leisurely sipping and spoke quietly: "Do you rember I once told you, that thing is a form of Dao?"
"I rember." Xu Yuan nodded.
Xu Yinhe put down the teacup, gazing at the snow-falling sky do outside the window lattice:
"At first, I didn’t quite understand its state of existence, but after two confrontations, now I have so ideas."
"What is it?"
"You should have also felt it when you broke through to Primordial."
"......"
Xu Yuan’s eyes showed a hint of confusion, then his pupils contracted, hesitantly asked:
"You an by using Dao to cleanse the body?"
"Yes."
Xu Yinhe said slowly: "The path I pioneered can lead a person to break through from Integration Body to Primordial, but have you ever thought, if never stopping the Dao cleansing thod, always letting the Dao Charm cleanse and temper the body, what happens?"
"The body would completely beco infused with Dao Charm," Xu Yuan said without hesitation, "...ultimately being consud by Dao Charm."
"Yes."
Xu Yinhe nodded, whispered: "Although unclear about its specific cultivation thod, this predecessor probably integrated himself with the Dao Charm of heaven and earth in so way."
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