Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 32 Ordinary People, Zhang Zhiwei
Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The stars flow above the sea of ​​clouds.

A ancestral hall stands on the top of the mountain.

The ancestral hall is open on both sides, with its back against the mountains. The candles in the hall are flickering, and more than 60 spiritual tablets are neatly arranged on the wooden table.

Dragons and tigers were carved on the four sides of the spiritual tablet, and the night wind blew, but it did not extinguish the burning candles beside the spiritual tablet, as if some kind of formation was protecting them.

Zhang Zhiwei walked to the top of the mountain and stood beside the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back, looking at the brightly lit town below the mountain.

"Master, today I met a very interesting junior."

"It's exactly the same as I was back then."

"Same handsome." The candle in front of Zhang Qingjing's spirit card was extinguished.

Zhang Zhiwei tapped the candlestick with his finger full of golden light, and the candle was lit again.

"Master, don't make trouble."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sky.

"It's equally strong, and no one in the same generation can beat it."

"The character is as crazy as I was then, and he dared to fight me at a young age."

"His skills don't belong to any school in this world, and it's very close to the taboo that our celestial masters have always guarded."

"The troublesome thing is that you still have a junior, Zhang Chulan, do you know? Huaiyi's grandson, he is also looking for that secret."

"Back then you passed on the title of Celestial Master to me."

"During the war years, the teachings and exercises passed down by the ancestors were carried by me alone. I could only stand on the mountain and watch a group of brothers, brothers, and uncles die for the country."

"Until now, I am the only disciple of the same generation who was given the surname Zhang."

"Junior Brother Tian has not closed his eyes for more than 20 years, so I don't know the reason."

"Sometimes, those who survive are often more painful than those who died..."

Zhang Zhiwei's white hair fluttered in the wind as if fused with the candle flame, and his whole body was ignited with golden light, lighting up the night sky of Longhu Mountain.

"I didn't use Celestial Master's degree to ban that child."

"He is not my disciple of Longhu Mountain, and he doesn't seem to be restrained. I also hope that he can live like this in his life."

"Perhaps I will be able to see you soon."

"Let me be willful this time."

"Don't be the ultimate, just an ordinary person, Zhang Zhiwei."

National Teacher's Office.

Yan Se coughed intermittently in the dark night.

There was still a light on in Taoyuan's room.

He Mingchi put the medicine pot on the stove on the stove in the pharmacy. He pinched his nose and glanced inward.

"Li Qingshan has already taken this medicine. Although it is a chronic poison, his soul will return to Haotian in a short time. Even if the cause of death is found out, it can only be caused by qi and blood attacking the heart and becoming sick from long-term work."

"Now there is only Yan Se left, and it looks like she won't live long, but it's better to die sooner."

"If Yanse also dies, no one will be able to guard the Vermilion Bird formation in Tang Kingdom. The common people believe in Haotian. It is only a matter of time before Tang Kingdom is destroyed."

He Mingchi poured the soup from the medicine pot into the bowl, and the dark brown medicine gave off a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Holding the bowl of liquid medicine, he walked lightly to the door of Yan Se's room.

"Uncle, it's time to drink the medicine." He Mingchi whispered respectfully.

"Come in." Yan Se's weak voice came from the room, and a smile appeared on the corner of He Mingchi's mouth.

He Mingchi pushed open the door and put the liquid medicine on the table in front of the bed, then hurried to Yan Se's side and helped him up from the bed.

Yan Se glanced at He Mingchi who lowered his eyebrows respectfully.

"Ming Chi, you have worked hard during this time."

"Whatever the uncle said, these are Mingchi's duties. I only hope that you and the master can get better soon, and Mingchi can rest assured."

Yan Se nodded, and He Mingchi took the bowl of medicine.

Yan Se took the medicine bowl, but did not take it for a long time.

"Uncle, do you still miss Senior Brother Han?" He Mingchi asked.

"Oh...for some reason, I always feel that he hasn't..." Yan Se didn't finish.

"If senior brother Han is fine, he certainly doesn't want to see his uncle ruining himself like this." He Mingchi hurriedly answered.

Yan Se nodded when she heard the words, and raised the bowl to drink.

Suddenly there was a violent thunder in the sky.

Yan Se and He Mingchi were startled and looked out of the window, only to see a white light on the ground against the background of clouds in the dark night, like a sea wave, pouring into the Taoyuan where they are located from far to near in an instant.

The infinite white light fully illuminates the entire Taoyuan.

Yan Se stared blankly at the white light in the courtyard, and at the figure in the white light, his throat was choked up and he couldn't make a sound, he could only tremble and uncontrollably move forward to see more clearly.

The figure in the white light looked up at the sky, then raised his hand, and two rays of light shot out.

A thread sank into Yan Se's eyebrows.

One pierced through He Mingchi's chest.

The white light disappeared without warning.

The courtyard fell into darkness, only the sound of wind and rain began to rage.

Yan Se suddenly came back to her senses, and staggered out of the door.

There was a strong wind in the courtyard, the rain slanted down, and the terrifying aura in the sky dissipated.

"Night!"

A woman ran out from the next room and grabbed Yan Se who was screaming in the rain.

"Come back quickly, the rain will make you sicker." The woman persuaded in the wind and rain.

"I saw my apprentice, this time it's true! Ye'er is really not dead, my Ye'er is really not dead!" Yan Se danced in the wind and rain, crying and laughing.

The woman stood beside him, looking at Yan Se with tears in her eyes.

She stepped forward lightly and took Yan Se's hand.

"Okay, he's not dead, let's go back to the house first, shall we?"

Yan Se gradually regained his sanity in the low temperature of the rain, and he took the woman's hand into the house.

He Mingchi's dead body with eyes still open was lying on the ground, a blood hole was opened in his chest, and the terrified expression was still on his face.

"Yan Se!" The woman was shocked when she saw this.

Yan Se grasped the woman's hand to signal her to relax.

"I know you don't believe that Ye'er is back, but this time it's real, just why?" Yan Se came to He Mingchi's body and said to himself.

The woman came to Yan Se's bed, picked up the medicine bowl spilled on the quilt, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it.

"The rare chronic poison comes from Xiling." The woman put the bowl on the table and saw Yan Se looking at her with inexplicable eyes.

"I am the master of Hongxiu Zhao. There are so many people coming and going in the world. If I can't even recognize this bit of poison, how can Hongxiu Zhao be in my Tang country for so many years?"

"If that's the case, you didn't get sick just now?" The woman asked with some uncertainty.

Yan Se seemed to come alive at this moment, he walked quickly to the front of the woman and grabbed her hands.

"It's true, Ye'er came back and left a practice in my mind."

Han Ye returned to Longhushan's dormitory and punched the bed, causing the wooden bed to shatter instantly.

"How did the master become like this!"

Han Ye had just returned to Jiang Ye, and saw Yan Se who seemed to be decades old.

At that moment, Han Ye felt as if his heart had been stabbed fiercely by a dagger.

"What happened during the time I was not here?"

"No, you have to solve the problem of locking yourself with the Heavenly Dao of the Night World as soon as possible."

Han Ye raised his hand, and a halo emerged from his palm.

The master was suspended in the air of the National Teacher's Mansion, walking around the wind and rain, and he looked down at the white light that disappeared in the courtyard.

"Han Ye, the power of the world has penetrated into your body, I just hope you can realize it as soon as possible, and don't be so embarrassed when you come back next time."

　Old Master:
　　The well-deserved number one among the younger generation of that era
　　supercilious

　　But also because of his unparalleled talent

　　Undertook the responsibility of guarding Longhu Mountain and the mystery of the taboo of immortality for a lifetime, a lifetime of loneliness

　　I admit that he is a highly respected old man who has lived for a hundred years and has achieved both life and death.

　　But I believe that deep down in his heart he still lives the young self
　　At least until the celestial master's degree is passed down before he dies
　　The old heavenly master would want to see a "Zhang Zhiwei" who is not restrained and lives as he pleases

　　A Zhang Zhiwei who will not become an old heavenly master

　　
　
(End of this chapter)