Chapter 828 – The Water Grass at the Bottom of the Wenshui (1/2)
Chapter 828 – The Water Grass at the Bottom of the Wenshui
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The wind suddenly stopped, and the clouds obscured the setting sun. Night seemed to fall early, the golden threads on the water's surface gradually dimming.
In a very short amount of time, the two banks of the Wenshui grew colder, and a sinister aura penetrated both the chains and the tightly-shut doors of the houses.
Luo Bu sat on the second floor of the restaurant. As he listened to the tune of the blind zither player, he slowly shut his eyes. His right hand fell on the hilt of his sword and softly caressed it.
Even he did not have any confidence to contend against the unfathomable strength of the Tang clan. In the past, the most he could do was send a warning, but now he wanted to try.
Because in the past, the sword he used was a bronze sword that he had had forged at the smith in the village at the foot of the mountain for two taels of silver, but now he was using a different sword.
With this sword in hand, he could step amidst the frosted grass like a sword, transform his body into a sword. Even when facing an expert of the Divine Domain, he could still ensure that his Dao heart was brightly lit.
He closed his eyes, listening to the strumming of the zither from below, listening to the water beat against the shore, listening to the chains touch and then part from the surface of the water, sensing everything in the world.
Suddenly, his ears twitched.
He opened his eyes and looked into the river. His gaze deepened, looking into even deeper places, ultimately peering into the water grass.
He felt that something was strange about the water grass there. It was of a somewhat darker hue than the surrounding grass, but there was otherwise nothing special about it.
At this moment, the blind zither player by the river also seemed to hear something. Turning his head towards the Wenshui, he apparently forgot to move his hands.
The sound of the zither came to an abrupt stop.
The strange mood on the two banks of the river also went through an abrupt change.
The armored ships upstream silently retreated.
The two houses became completely empty.
The ripples of Qi in the forest vanished.
The Tang clan Guardians and attendants in front of the hall became much more quiet.
Only the seven peddlers, six government laborers, three fortune-tellers, two candy-selling elders, and the cosmetic-buying girl were still on the street as if they would never depart.
The door to the hall was pushed upon and the Tang Second Master walked out, his complexion unsightly.
He didn't even glance at Linghai Zhiwang and An Lin.
Daoist Baishi's death meant that the Orthodoxy's stance was abnormally firm and could not be changed.
As he walked down the stone path, he saw Zhexiu standing under a large tree.
The Tang Second Master knew what he wanted to say and indifferently said, ”It was not easy for you to live until today. Do not speak casually.”
Zhexiu impassively replied, ”It was even more difficult for a weakling like you to live until today.”
The Tang Second Master slowly raised his brow, his expression unchanging. Mentally, however, he was already angry beyond belief.
That year on the snowy street of the capital, Wang Po had once said to him that when he gave up on cultivation and began to learn to scheme, the moment he began to pursue power, he became a weakling.
Today, he once more was evaluated as such, and the one evaluating him was a junior.
The more furious he was, the more indifferent he appeared. He looked at Zhexiu and asked, ”Do you have a death wish?”
Zhexiu did not answer his question, saying, ”Don't make any secret moves against that fellow.”
The Tang Second Master stared into his eyes and said, ”In truth, I've never understood how a wolf cub like you could become that prodigal son's friend.”
”We aren't friends.”
Zhexiu paused, then continued, ”He's my employer, so don't touch him.”
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