Chapter 221: The Louder You Cry, The Happier I Am
Chapter 221: The Louder You Cry, The Happier I Am
Hong Jin was caught the first time she went out. She never thought she would ever provoke a Black Dragon.
Since then, a little girl in red always stood behind Moyuan. The little girl looked very unhappy, but she dared not run away. All along the way, she had to listen to Moyuan’s nagging. Suddenly, she felt the outside world was not good at all.
“I really want to go back…” Hong Jin muttered. But she looked at Moyuan in front of her and gave up that thought.
Would she get eaten?
She had to turn her anger into action. She gulped down several big mouthfuls of wine. If she got drunk, she would forget everything.
“Wine?” Moyuan blinked his eyes. Then he snatched the Fish Demon’s wine away. “It is mine now!”
Hong Jin widened her eyes and said, “How can you do this? You are a True Dragon. Do you really need to steal my wine?”
Moyuan smiled and said, “I like stealing others’ things. Are you not happy?”
“You…” Hong Jin watched as Moyuan drained the Gourd of wine in one gulp. She felt her heart was bleeding.
After drinking, Moyuan let out a burp. Then he threw the empty Gourd back to Hong Jin.
Hong Jin blinked her eyes. In the blink of an eye, she started crying.
“Cry louder! I can’t hear you!” Moyuan said.
“Waah…” After hearing that, Hong Jin cried even louder.
Moyuan nodded with satisfaction and said, “Good, I am pleased. Keep it up.”
He patted Hong Jin’s head and walked away. He did not care at all how loud Hong Jin cried behind him.
Hong Jin cried nonstop. She stopped walking and sat on the ground. She began to throw a tantrum and roll around. “Return my wine! Give back my wine!”
“I will not. The louder you cry, the happier I get. Hahaha.” Moyuan laughed loudly. He thought this Fish Demon was truly fun, much more fun than Su Junhan.
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Time passed, and before they knew it, three more years had gone by.
Over these three years, the Mortal World faced many more storms. Da Xiang, which had calmed down for some years, saw a rebellion again. And this time, it was different from before…
The Rebel Army took in all the refugees after the flood. They rose quickly in the Southern Region under the banner of restoring Great Jing. Prince of Xiang, Zhao Zhen, launched several attacks to crush them but got no advantage.
After seizing Tongshun Prefecture, that Rebel Army kept recruiting soldiers. Many Jing people joined them. By the end of three years, they grew from just over twenty thousand soldiers to nearly eighty thousand.
They had also taken half of the Southern Region.
But what puzzled people was, the leader of that Rebel Army had never shown up. There was not even a single clue.
“Really interesting…” Zhao Zhen sneered while looking at the documents. Then he asked, “Who do you think it could be?”
An old man suddenly appeared in the hall. He lowered his head and said, “I do not know… Your Majesty, do you remember the year of the fire in Anqing?”
“You mean…” Zhao Zhen narrowed his eyes. A murderous look flashed in them.
That year, Emperor Jing, Yan Xun, had indeed died in that fire, but someone had escaped. He snorted coldly and muttered, “Truly, wild fire cannot burn out all…”
The old man lying below thought for a moment and said again, “Your Majesty, may this lowly one say one more thing?”
“Speak.”
“Over these three years, Your Majesty has sent troops south repeatedly to fight the rebels. Each time, we had far more soldiers than them. Yet we kept losing. This matter… seems too odd.”
Zhao Zhen’s eyes flickered with cold light, but it vanished quickly. He looked at the old man kneeling below and asked, “What do you think is the reason?”
“This lowly one dares not guess.”
“I permit you to speak without punishment.”
“Perhaps… it has to do with Qingbo Marquis…”
Zhao Zhen smiled slightly but shook his head. He said nothing.
“This matter, never mention it again.”
“Yes…” Zhao Zhen waved his hand. The kneeling person retreated.
Only Zhao Zhen remained in the hall.
Zhao Zhen recalled many past things. Not much could truly hide from him in this world, but he chose not to bring them up.
“It might be time to visit the Southern Region.”
…
In the late spring of the eighth year of Xinglong.
When Huai Xu was about to arrive, many people came to Flowing Cloud Temple.
Moyuan, who had been gone for a long time, returned to the mountain. He went out once and even brought back a little Fish Demon.
Right after Moyuan entered, another person arrived.
Second Prince Yingyuan from Dragon Palace came to visit. He brought many rare things, mostly wine. Probably Old Dragon King had told him Mr. Chen liked wine.
Moyuan made himself at home easily. When Second Prince spoke, he said, “Both you and I have Yuan in our names. That must be fate. But by seniority, I should be your elder. Since I am an elder, I must give you something good.”
Moyuan waved his hand and threw three hundred years of Merit to Yingyuan.
After catching it, Yingyuan froze for a long time. He gave three hundred years of Merit at once!? Not even his father would be so generous.
No one probably knew how much Merit Moyuan had tricked out of Yun Manor. Over the years, he had already gifted out more than a thousand years.
“I heard Mr. Chen say that Ink Dragon went through five Heavenly Tribulations to achieve Transformation. Yingyuan, could I ask you about surviving Tribulations?”
“That will take a long story.”
Moyuan got excited talking about this since it was his greatest pride. Once he started, he did not stop. He talked from morning till night.
Yingyuan looked pained as he listened. And Chenghuang standing on the Drooping Ridge of Flowing Cloud Temple could not Cultivate peacefully due to all the nagging.
The Fish Demon, Yu Hongjin, who had been brought back, covered her ears like she knew the routine. She did not want to hear a word.
This Moyuan… was just a troublemaker!
By evening, Yingyuan fled in a flustered way. He dared not ask for advice anymore. He had planned to wait at the temple for Mr. Chen to return. After seeing Moyuan’s skill, he found a Mortal Inn in Autumn Moon Market to rest.
Anyway, he would not go back to the mountain until Mr. Chen returned.
Two more days passed. It seemed summer was about to come, and the weather became hot and stuffy.
Flowing Cloud Temple welcomed a different guest.
A Ghost Cultivator!
When that Ghost Cultivator arrived at the gate of the temple, a tremor suddenly came from inside. The woman in a long skirt stepped back several paces. Then a streak of Golden Light shone from the Drooping Ridge of Flowing Cloud Temple and landed at the gate.
Chenghuang stared at the female ghost and said, “Young lady, stop here. This place is not for you to enter.” He had said before he would ward off evil and disasters for the temple. Over the years, this was the first time a Wandering Spirit dared to come.
The young lady at the gate paused for a moment. She bowed and said, “I did not mean to offend. Please forgive me. Long ago, I met a certain gentleman. I never thought he would leave so suddenly. Now I hear he is here, so I came to visit. If I have offended, I will leave.”
Chenghuang paused after hearing this and asked, “Do you know Mr. Chen?”
The young lady looked up and said, “I am Xian Yue. I met Mr. Chen several times before.”