Chapter 1, Heartbreak
Luo Feng felt a surge of pride and ambition; he tossed aside the small cup in his hand, instead seizing a large bowl, filling it to the brim with strong liquor, and downed it in one gulp.
Suddenly, another loud crash echoed as a row of tall bookshelves was toppled by a fierce wind, collapsing towards the two individuals. Luo Feng was taken aback once more; disregarding the intense pain in his shoulder, he forcefully pushed Luo Xichen to the ground, narrowly avoiding the heavy sandalwood bookshelf. Following this, a cacophony ensued, as various items such as the former dynasty's dragon-patterned plate, the ancient blue-and-white turtle-patterned bowl, and the jade cloud-patterned vase were all shattered to pieces.
Luo Feng smiled and said, "Let us not concern ourselves with that. Do you have something to say to me?"
From Luoyang to Jianhu Pass, Luofeng took a full two months. He did not purchase mules or horses for transportation, but instead walked leisurely, slowly heading westward
As the last line of red clouds dispersed in the western sky, Luo Feng suddenly stood up, spilling the wine from his cup onto the ground, and silently prayed: "In this lifetime, I shall sever my earthly ties and return to the celestial realm. All the causes and effects, the entanglements of fate, are resolved within this cup of wine!"
Luo Xichen, both angry and annoyed, exclaimed: "Why are you running so fast? Do you think I would eat you or something?"
As of this moment, it has only been three years since the establishment of the Dragon Yin-Yang Formation, and Luo Renhe has received the imperial favor of Emperor Xuanzong, being summoned to the capital for a discussion. It remains uncertain whether this is due to the merits of the formation or the abilities of Consort Luo.
At the moment when Luo Feng was filled with doubt, he suddenly realized that everything before him had become less tangible. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a bowl of soup placed on the table, and he was immediately startled.
In the land of fortune and the cave of heaven, there must be true practitioners. Luo Feng's journey to Kunlun is precisely to seek a master and inquire about the Dao, to pursue the methods of consuming the wind and drinking the dew, refining qi and cultivating the true self, in order to transform the physical body into an immortal embryo, ultimately achieving ascension and flight.
Luo Feng was well aware that any final reincarnation would inevitably bring about great calamities. However, he did not doubt the opportunity for ascension, as this had long been a predetermined chance. No matter how severe the tribulations of the mortal world might be, they could not reach a level sufficient to reverse the natural order or distort causality. His only concern was Qing Shi
Luo Feng sat upright, facing the wind and sand that rushed towards him, his hair flying in the breeze. His fingers trembled slightly in a marvelous rhythm, causing the strong liquor in the cup to swirl incessantly. Eventually, it not only formed a deep vortex, but a small column of liquor also rose from the center of the vortex. The small column danced gracefully, ascending like a soaring dragon and descending like a dragon probing the water.
"Doctor Xue?" At this moment, Luo Feng finally came to his senses and slowly stood up. Hearing her words, he couldn't help but smile and said: "What can he discern? Common medicines and ordinary prescriptions cannot unravel the destined cycle of cause and effect. Moreover, this is already the last life; as long as one achieves perfection, all past connections and future ties will naturally dissolve. Why must one seek to break it?"
He merely needs to refine this mortal body, cultivate an immortal form, and after ascending during the day, he will be able to break free from the causes and effects accumulated over countless generations, and reestablish his place among the immortals. Although in this life, Qing Shi is still unaware of her whereabouts, as his cultivation deepens and his divine powers begin to manifest, he will surely find her. At that time, with his profound knowledge and divine abilities, he will certainly be able to assist her in ascending and transforming, returning to the realm of immortals
Luo Xichen said: "How strange, what wind has suddenly arisen!"
Luo Feng let out a soft exclamation, feeling quite puzzled. He reached out to grab the wine jar, but at that moment, he suddenly felt the ground shake violently. His footing became unstable, and he nearly fell to the ground. Luo Feng was greatly alarmed; such a strong tremor could only be caused by a true immortal or a rare spiritual beast. Whether it was an immortal or a spirit, since they had come so close, how could he be completely unaware of their presence
At this moment, it is the height of summer, with the sky clear and cloudless for miles. The blazing sun seems to be roasting the bluestone pavement to the point of producing smoke. A few weeping willows at the entrance of the alley droop listlessly, their branches hanging straight down, not moving an inch
The young man's expression changed slightly, seemingly afraid of being scolded by the shopkeeper, and he quietly retreated into the back room.
The northern region is rich in iron and blood
Although it was a time of peace and prosperity, the journey was fraught with dangers, especially for a solitary traveler like Luo Feng. However, at this moment, Luo Feng had gained insights from his past life, and his supernatural abilities had begun to manifest. He could discern fortune and misfortune without the need for divination, thus allowing him to seek benefits and avoid harm, resulting in a naturally peaceful journey. Moreover, witnessing the rise and fall of countless lives along the way was, for him, a form of cultivation.
The affairs of the world are difficult to predict, as can be seen from this
Luo Feng looked out the window and remarked, "Indeed, there is something unusual... Huh?!"
This question left Luo Feng momentarily stunned. After pondering for a moment, he said: "Life and death are but a single journey, which proves the cycle of reincarnation. Countless changes are nothing more than cause and effect. Very well, since I have been born into the Luo family, it is also a form of fate. I shall leave a letter. If fate allows, we shall meet again in the future"
The young girl gently placed the ancient scroll on the table and said, "Third brother, do not blame me for not reminding you, Mr. Ximen will be checking your studies in three days. If you do not pass, when your uncle returns, you will be grounded for at least a month and will not be allowed to leave the residence"
Luo Xichen's expression suddenly changed dramatically, and she shouted something at Luo Feng, but her voice was completely drowned out by a sudden clap of thunder.
However, prior to this, Luo Feng had already calculated the auspiciousness and inauspiciousness, knowing that although he had mistakenly entered a black shop, it was merely a minor calamity. Therefore, he was not alarmed. He took a deep breath, began to calculate with his fingers, and was about to dispel the effects of the confusing drug. Although he currently possessed no celestial power or cultivation, dispelling the drug's effects was still quite easy. After the drug's effects wore off, summoning two ghostly servants for protection would not be particularly difficult. After this ordeal, Luo Feng planned to assess the severity of the sins of the shopkeeper and his wife and impose appropriate punishments. As for the young boy who worked as a helper, he found him quite likable and considered him an unusual case. It seemed that the boy was not very old, had not been in this black shop for long, and was still young and ignorant, which made him worthy of consideration. Therefore, Luo Feng intended to take this boy with him to Kunlun to study the Great Dao. This child possessed considerable spiritual energy; perhaps after several reincarnations, he might have the opportunity to validate the Great Dao and attain a position among the immortals.
At this moment, there were no guests in the Longmen Inn. Behind the counter stood the innkeeper, while in the kitchen, the innkeeper's wife was busy. In the hall, there was a young boy running errands. The innkeeper was a middle-aged man with a round face and a constant smile. The boy, however, was unexpectedly handsome, with clear features and clean clothes. He was quick-witted and courteous in his interactions, displaying a certain charm in his demeanor and conversation, quite unlike the rough characters typical of the northwestern region.
The young man smiled and said, "It is merely reciting the three volumes of the Taizong Benji, and it will not take me half an hour."
Indeed, among them are true masters with genuine supernatural powers. For instance, the Qingyang Zhenren, who authored the "Essentials of the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir," is said to possess the ability to turn stone into gold, transform springs into nectar, and is also skilled in refining celestial elixirs. After the founding emperor took the elixir, he felt its extraordinary effects and immediately appointed Qingyang Zhenren as the national master, bestowing upon him countless lands and properties. There are also rumors that Qingyang Zhenren wields a celestial sword, which, when drawn, can summon purple lightning and heavenly thunder, possessing immense power. Relying on this sword, Qingyang Zhenren has vanquished countless demons and evil beings.
The young girl raised the ancient scroll in her hand and said, "The 'Essentials of the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir'? Third brother, you haven't listened to Uncle's instructions again and are looking at these nonsensical things! Be careful of being consumed by your inner demons, blocking all seven apertures"
Beyond the Sword Pot Pass, one must still traverse a distance of ten thousand miles to reach the legendary Kunlun Mystical Realm, known for its "Golden City with a thousand layers, Jade Tower with twelve stories, the Yao Pool on the left, and the Emerald Waters on the right"
The young girl snorted softly and then smiled lightly, saying: "I understand, under heaven, only Brother San is the smartest."
The characters were too small, and Luo Xichen could only barely make out a faint outline after careful scrutiny. The script bore some resemblance to the ancient large seal script, but she did not recognize a single character. However, the scene before her was so extraordinary that, in a moment of forgetfulness, Xichen couldn't help but reach out to touch the azure stone. Yet, as soon as her delicate fingertip made contact with the stone, she let out a startled exclamation and quickly withdrew her hand
Just as the Luo Feng Qing Xin Jue was recited halfway, a sudden buzzing sound rang in my ears, followed by a sharp pain at the back of my head
When Luo Feng was born, there were unusual phenomena in the sky. Above the residence, there were white clouds accumulating, and there were also flashes of purple and blue lightning swirling and intertwining as they descended. The feng shui master invited by Luo Ren was merely a mediocre individual who made a living by borrowing the name of the immortal path, and naturally could not decipher the meaning behind it. He casually claimed that this was a heavenly omen, and that this child was a reincarnation of an immortal. When asked where the auspiciousness lay and where the good fortune came from, he could only shake his head and say, "This is a heavenly secret, it cannot be spoken of, it cannot be spoken of"
Luo Feng was taken aback and, in a moment of urgency, exerted himself to pull Luo Xichen aside, avoiding the sudden onslaught of the fierce gale. However, he himself was struck on the shoulder by the ancient inkstone, causing his face to turn pale and he let out a muffled groan
The two siblings exchanged only a few words in the study before returning to the topic of the Golden Elixir, which inevitably led to another round of argument. After a heated debate, both of them felt somewhat exhausted. Luo Xichen suddenly glanced at the obediently standing Cai Yao and said, "You may leave for now; I have something to discuss with Third Brother."
In this life, the cycle of reincarnation has been completed
At this moment, the Luo residence was no longer the tranquil place it had been before; it was filled with the sounds of commotion. Servants were bustling about, making preparations for the impending torrential rain
Upon hearing this, the young man immediately stood up and said, "Really? What is going on? Hurry up, tell me!"
The young man was named Luo Feng, courtesy name Conglong, and he would soon turn eighteen in a month. Miss Luo Xichen, who was not yet sixteen, was not his biological sister but rather the niece of Luo Feng's mother, Lady Yang. Luo Feng came from a distinguished family; his father, Luo Renhe, was renowned for his literary talent and charm, serving as an official in Luoyang, where he maintained a close friendship with Prince Li Chong of Luoyang. Additionally, his sister, Consort Luo, was currently favored by the reigning Emperor Xuanzong, which contributed to the family's growing prominence. This time, Luo Renhe was going to the capital for a high-ranking position. Although there was no definitive conclusion yet, it was certain that he would secure a significant role.
Luo Feng was not so fortunate as to encounter a transcendent figure like Master Qingyang. Although he had befriended many cultivators and studied numerous texts on Daoism, and spent a considerable amount on rewards, he had produced countless ordinary pills but not a single immortal pill. As for swordsmanship, while his few moves and techniques appeared elegant and composed, possessing a certain style, in actual combat he could not even match the guards of the Luo residence. Consequently, Luo Ren grew increasingly angry and ultimately forbade Luo Feng from discussing matters of cultivation, insisting that he focus solely on his studies, so that he could inherit his father's legacy and achieve success in his official career.
The renowned city of Luoyang, located at the crossroads of the Central Plains, is rich in resources and has long been free from the ravages of war and natural disasters, leading to a gradual increase in its population. After several expansions, Luoyang has become increasingly prosperous, subtly surpassing the imperial capital of Chang'an. Therefore, a century ago, Luoyang was designated as the Eastern Capital by the founding Emperor Gaozu, and since then, it has flourished even more.
It turns out that it is not the heavens shaking the earth, but rather that Luo Feng himself is unsteady on his feet
It is evident how small this inn is
"Delightful!" Luo Feng couldn't help but exclaim, for such hearty drinking was an experience he had never encountered in his life. The fierce and potent liquor of the Northwest is in no way comparable to the rich, smooth, and lingering flavors of the wines favored in the Central Plains.
As soon as the book boy called out twice, he rushed into the room and saw the young man deeply engrossed in his studies. He then laughed and said: "Young Master! There are two great pieces of news at the moment. You can look forward to a period of peace and quiet, free from having to read these tedious classical texts that are enough to drive one to despair!"
During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, there was a growing trend of seeking immortality and the Dao, as he was a believer in Daoism. It was said that many sects of immortals resided in famous mountains and great lakes, and there were frequent reports of celestial phenomena occurring in broad daylight. Consequently, many sons of nobles and ministers took to practicing the Dao and swordsmanship, and what Luo Feng did was merely a common action. However, among those Daoist masters who were willing to associate with the wealthy and noble, nine out of ten had low levels of cultivation and could hardly comprehend a few Daoist texts themselves; how could they possibly teach others? What they sought was merely gold and silver offerings.
At this moment, the azure stone was radiating a shimmering glow, its brilliance shifting and changing, resembling a living entity. Observing this scene, Luo Xichen pondered: it must be the protective aura of the azure stone that spared Third Brother from the torment of burning. Suddenly, he felt that this object was extraordinary, and thus focused intently on it. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that this small azure stone had become almost completely transparent, within which seemed to be a boiling molten lake, continuously releasing countless tiny purple-gold characters that floated upwards.
Luo Feng felt a darkness before his eyes and could no longer stand. Just before falling to the ground, he managed to turn his head back and saw that the young man had somehow already stood behind him. The young man held a thick wooden stick, gazing steadily at Luo Feng, his face, which was beginning to show signs of heroism, displayed neither panic nor ferocity.
After a moment, Luo Feng finally raised his head, looking in shock at the already chaotic study. Luo Xichen, seeing that the dust had settled and her fear was gradually dissipating, gently nudged Luo Feng. Only then did Luo Feng come to his senses, standing up to help Luo Xichen to her feet. The restrictions between men and women in this dynasty are far less strict than in the previous one, and given the urgency of the situation, a touch of skin is not inappropriate.
In September, Luoyang remains as hot as a furnace; however, the winds from beyond the pass in the western frontier already carry a hint of chill, drifting across this vast and desolate Gobi. This is a land distinctly different from the eastern capital of Luoyang, devoid of the gentle and pleasant green mountains and clear waters, lacking the intricately designed pavilions and towers, and even more so, absent of the bustling crowds. Here, apart from the endless yellow sands, there are only patches of gravel.
Great sound is often unheard
Upon gathering herbs, he immediately let out a breath and turned to run
What is even more daunting is the fierce sandstorms that frequently arise in the Gobi Desert. One moment, the sky is clear and bright, with the sun hanging high; the next moment, it is dark and chaotic, with sand and stones flying everywhere. When encountering particularly ferocious sandstorms, one can see the ground covered in yellow sand, which suddenly swirls into a vortex, rising higher and higher, resembling a stampede of thousands of horses or waves crashing against the shore, rushing through the air. If one is careless enough to encounter such sandstorms, their life would undoubtedly be in jeopardy. Therefore, those traveling in the border regions must exercise extreme caution, constantly discerning the signs of the weather.
Luo Feng glanced at the shopkeeper's shrewd and slick face, furrowing his brow slightly. He simply waved his hand and said, "It's fine. You may leave now; I would like to be alone for a while."
Whether a spirit of the North Sea Ice Dragon is truly locked within this formation remains unknown to anyone. However, the effect of harmonizing yin and yang is quite remarkable. The entire residence is warm in winter and cool in summer, making it very pleasant. The people within the estate are entirely free from the suffering of cold and heat, and even the royal palace of Luoyang may not be able to compare.
Luo Feng was exceptionally intelligent from a young age; he could recite verses at the age of three and compose poetry by the age of seven. He had an extraordinary memory for classics and miscellaneous writings. As he grew older, he became even more composed, understanding the bigger picture, and possessing a broad-mindedness that allowed him to remain calm in the face of challenges. Therefore, among his five sons, Luo Ren had the highest expectations for this third son and imposed the strictest requirements. However, for reasons unknown, Luo Feng showed no interest in the study of statecraft and economics; instead, he was fond of topics such as foundational building, alchemy, and the tales of immortal realms. He spent his days extensively reading Daoist texts and, from a young age, befriending practitioners of the Dao, learning much about the studies of lead and mercury, as well as the art of swordplay. Yet, for reasons unknown, Luo Feng showed no interest in the study of statecraft and economics; instead, he was fond of topics such as foundational building, alchemy, and the tales of immortal realms. He spent his days extensively reading Daoist texts and, from a young age, befriending practitioners of the Dao, learning much about the studies of lead and mercury, as well as the art of swordplay.
Luo Feng raised his head towards the sky, staring blankly at the torrential lightning cascading down like a waterfall from the heavens, already stunned in amazement
Luo Xichen did not take the time to closely examine what Luo Feng had written, and hurriedly chased out of the study, calling out to his retreating figure: "Third Brother, where are you going?"
Confronted with such an expression devoid of joy or sorrow, Luo Feng gradually felt a chill in his heart. It was evident that the young man had become so accustomed to such acts that they were as effortless and casual to him as washing pots and chopping vegetables every day.
The moon is in the sky, while the sun is to the west of the moon
The shopkeeper wore a broad smile, being overly agreeable, and upon returning to the counter, began to clatter away on the abacus.
In the moment of the purple thunder and heavenly fire, he suddenly realized the destined cycle of a hundred lifetimes and a thousand years of entanglement. Although the events of his past life were fragmented and chaotic, they could only be described as disjointed chapters that failed to form a complete story. Nevertheless, for Luo Feng, being able to recall the recitations by the unpredictable River of Heaven and to remember those azure eyes was already sufficient
This is all well and good, yet the purple tiger howling at the moon depicted on the wall inside the door, the floating dragon relief in the center of the stone steps in the courtyard, and the four bronze dragon-tortoises resting on the eaves of the main building are all decorations that ordinary commoners cannot possess. Especially the purple tiger and the floating dragon, which are patterns that can only be used by those of imperial blood.
Although it is completely dark at this moment, the north wind blows like iron, and the flying sand cuts like a knife. The flag at the top of the shop flutters loudly, and this deserted desert inn, devoid of any people, is suddenly filled with the atmosphere of battle and bloodshed, reminiscent of clashing swords and galloping horses
The courtyard is divided into four sections, connected by the covered walkways on both sides. Between each section, there are two vertical flower gates on the left and right, featuring plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, as well as pine, maple, and lotus, each with its own distinct form, none of which are identical. Servants and maids move about continuously, all treading lightly, as if afraid to disturb the master's midday rest. In a large household, the rules are strict, and one can see a glimpse of this from the behavior of the servants. Who would dare to take an extra step or say an extra word? In a large household, the rules are strict, and one can see a glimpse of this from the behavior of the servants. Who would dare to take an extra step or say an extra word?
Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden gust of wind blew in through the window. The wind was fierce and, in an instant, it swept up the books, scrolls, and pens from the desk, hurling them directly at Luo Feng and Luo Xichen, even the ancient inkstone from the previous dynasty was not spared, rising with the wind
"Third Brother! What is wrong with you?" Luo Xichen called out while pushing Luo Feng's arm. She felt a bit anxious, sensing that something significant was about to happen.
The soup is placed steadily and evenly, with a thick layer of oil slowly spreading across the surface, without a hint of ripples.
More than one hundred miles ahead lies the Jianhu Pass. Once one exits the pass, it is considered to have left the territory of our dynasty. Although our dynasty has established two more protectorates further west, the western frontier is vast, and this several thousand miles of territory remains a land of foreign tribes and wilderness
The young girl snorted, no longer paying attention to the book attendant. She picked up the open book on the boy's desk, saw that it was an official history, and immediately tossed it aside. Then she circled around to the boy's side, yanked open his drawer, and pulled out the book he had just been studying, clearly well aware of the boy's temperament
The herbalist, being clever and relying on Su De's affection, pretended not to hear, exerted strength underfoot, and in the blink of an eye disappeared beyond the courtyard gate, leaving Luo Xichen so furious that she clenched her teeth tightly
At this moment, the various maidservants of the Luo residence finally noticed the changes in the Tingmo Pavilion, and hurriedly rushed in. Upon seeing the study that had just suffered a calamity, they were all taken aback. However, as Luo Feng moved through them, none were able to perceive his presence
Luo Fengyi sat in a position facing the shop door, completely unconcerned about the wind and sand blowing towards her, simply gazing at the clouds and sunset, savoring the wine in her cup.
Having spoken, Luo Feng returned to the study, took up a brush, and hurriedly wrote a letter before heading towards the outside of the Tingmo Pavilion
Before descending into the murky world, she had only just achieved a physical form, having cultivated her celestial body. With her divine consciousness and powers still unformed, how could she possess the profound techniques like Luo Feng, effortlessly resolving the tribulations of reincarnation as if they were light burdens, with such ease? Although she would eventually return to the celestial realm after completing her cultivation through countless cycles of reincarnation, the various sufferings endured along the way would undoubtedly be considerable
Where is the Third Young Master? Why is the Third Young Master not here?
Luo Feng gave a faint, bitter smile. He had only heard of the desolation and hardships of the Western Regions, where the population was sparse. It was only by personally stepping foot there this time that he truly understood how apt the phrases "ancient roads, western winds, and lean horses" were.
Luo Feng felt physically exhausted and weak, yet his mind was exceptionally clear, knowing that there must be something profound within this wine
The fierce wind arrives suddenly and departs just as quickly, carrying with it a multitude of debris, and soon breaks through the window on the other side
The long official road stretches endlessly ahead, with no end in sight and no place to return. Luo Feng gazes into the distance, and within a radius of several dozen miles, there is no one else in sight except for himself. Only the faint sound of Hu Jia can be heard drifting from afar, then fading away into the distance.
Luo Feng smiled and said: "That is also acceptable. Those few volumes of classics and histories have long been ingrained in me, so what is there to fear..."
At the moment the wine jar was lifted, it suddenly felt as if it had become dozens of pounds heavier. Luo Feng's hand weakened, unable to hold the wine jar, and it fell heavily back onto the table.
Facing the courtyard gate is a study, where a young man in splendid attire is seated. He appears to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in simple yet elegant white garments, with the sleeves and hem embroidered with pine branches and auspicious clouds as embellishments. A silk cord, twisted from multicolored threads, holds a translucent and warm jade pendant at his waist, which is free from dust and water-resistant. Complementing his outfit are cloud-soled, thick-soled boots, presenting a clear and beautiful image of a jade-like youth, a graceful gentleman. Beside him, a burner emits the fragrance of dragon's saliva incense, and he holds an ancient scroll, deeply engrossed in his reading, appearing extremely focused. Suddenly, a call from outside the door startles the young man, causing him to tremble and nearly drop the book. He quickly opens a drawer to hide the book he was just studying, then grabs an official history book from the table and pretends to read it.
In a corner at the back of the courtyard, there is another courtyard hidden beneath lush green bamboo, with the words "Ting Mo Ge" inscribed on the gate. Above the door hangs a couplet:
Luo Feng had his eyes tightly closed, his face flushed with a deep purple hue, radiating an astonishing heat as if he were about to spew fire. The fabric of his chest was charred black, nearly entirely consumed by the heavenly fire ignited by the purple lightning. Strangely, the exposed skin was delicate and snow-white, resembling freshly peeled tender lotus root, showing no signs of being scorched by the heavenly flames. Around his neck was a thin gold chain, with a small piece of green stone hanging from its end. Luo Xichen naturally recognized this as the green stone that Luo Feng had clutched since birth.
Although Luo Feng is intoxicated by the art of Taoism and has no interest in discussions on economics and governance, his mere recitation, done half-heartedly, has already allowed him to stand out at the age of less than eighteen. He has comprehended the teachings of the classics, historical texts, and various schools of thought with remarkable clarity, perceiving the affairs of the state, the sentiments of the people, and the principles of the world with acute insight, often expressing astonishingly profound thoughts. However, his diligent efforts in the practice of Taoism have yielded no results.
"Esteemed guest, the wind and sand are quite strong this evening. Would you like me to close the shop door for you?" asked the young attendant as he approached.
Behind the two black lacquered copper doors of a household at the entrance of Tongchuan Alley lies a refreshing world. Between the corridors of the buildings, a gentle breeze carries a coolness that is entirely unlike the oppressive heat outside the gates. The courtyard features pavilions and stages, intricately painted beams and carved rafters; the towers are numerous, and the corridors winding, creating an extraordinary atmosphere. In the courtyard, each pot and chair, whether exceptionally ornate or possessing a notable history, can be examined and appreciated. Take, for instance, the several artificial rocks, which are made from the precious dripping stones sourced from the shores of the South China Sea. Not to mention the intrinsic value of the dripping stones themselves, the cost of transporting them to Luoyang from thousands of mountains and rivers is already considerable.
The book boy leaned closer to the young man and lowered his voice, saying: "I just passed by the main room and inadvertently overheard the lady and the young princess of Luoyang reminiscing. They mentioned that after the master went to the capital this time, he gained the favor of Emperor Xuanzong and has already stayed in the capital, preparing for a significant promotion! This is the first great joy. As for the second joy, Chang'an and Luoyang are far apart; a round trip will take at least half a month. The master certainly cannot return often to oversee your studies."
Why is this? ... ... Isn't the journey to Kunlun supposed to be smooth sailing? ... ...
Luo Feng settled down in the shop, casually ordered two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, and also requested a jar of wine, slowly pouring and drinking by himself
This young man is Luo Feng
The young girl shot a glance at the book boy and coldly remarked, "Gathering herbs! Whenever you are around, there can be no good outcome. Are you once again inciting Third Brother to do something bad?"
Although this area is within the borders, it is also a place where bandits are rampant. At this moment, there is only Luo Feng on the official road, and for several dozen miles around, it is all flat land, with no place to hide. However, with a thought, Luo Feng knows that he can find food and lodging not far ahead, and beyond the pass, there is a clear path leading directly to the wondrous realm of Kunlun.
Luo Feng shook his head and sighed, but having a cup of tea or a glass of light wine was always better than resting by the roadside, thus he continued on his way to the inn
Under its illustrious name, it is indeed difficult to live up to expectations. This inn has such a resounding name, yet beneath the tall flagpole stand only three low earthen rooms in the front and back, along with a separate small room, the purpose of which is unknown—whether it serves as a toilet or a storage room. The main hall of the inn is cramped, unable to accommodate even a few more tables and chairs, with two octagonal tables placed outside the door. The northern winds are strong and the sand is heavy, making it challenging to enjoy outdoor dining in any season, unlike the water towns of the south.
The young man smiled and said, "I have been orphaned since childhood, relying entirely on the shopkeeper's kindness to survive until now. Now that I have a place to live and my basic needs are met, what more could I possibly dare to wish for?"
Until this moment, a wave of dizziness struck, and Luo Feng felt as if his eyelids were weighed down by a thousand pounds, gradually closing. He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, and only by leaning on the Eight Immortals table did he manage to avoid collapsing.
Luo Feng glanced at the young man once more, increasingly convinced of his intelligence and grace, believing he should not be confined to such a remote little shop for his entire life. After pondering for a moment, he pointed outside the shop and said: "Look at this vast wind and sand, the setting sun like blood; this is the scenery beyond the Great Wall, the Gobi Desert that nurtures the iron-blooded men of the Northwest. Young brother, since you were born here, you must achieve something, so that your time in this world is not in vain"
Luo Xichen, a spirited and lively young woman, possesses a temperament that is quite grand and distinguished. Among the younger generation of the Luo family, she shares a particularly harmonious relationship with Luo Feng. From a young age, she was chosen by a wandering female Taoist priestess, who imparted to her the techniques of cultivating energy and clarifying the mind, instructing her to practice diligently and promising to take her as a disciple when she turned sixteen. The priestess claimed to hail from the Spirit Ruins and was a disciple of Master Baiyun. However, as a daughter of an official family, Luo Xichen was not inclined to exert herself too much; managing to practice once every three to five days was already quite commendable. Despite this, Luo Feng regarded her with special attention. Yet, she herself looked down upon the energy cultivation techniques, dismissing them as focusing on trivial matters and straying from the essence of the Dao. Luo Feng was quite displeased with this attitude and often expressed his views, hoping that Luo Xichen would recognize the true essence within. However, Luo Xichen, being proud and arrogant, naturally resisted, especially since Luo Feng, despite having read numerous Taoist texts, had not demonstrated any remarkable abilities. Thus, whenever the siblings discussed the origins of Taoist practices, their exchanges often devolved into arguments.
The book boy's expression changed dramatically, and he forced a smile as he said, "Miss Seven is joking; how could I dare! I was merely checking to see if the young master had any instructions."
The young man displayed a look of joy, but soon realized that he should not show his emotions so openly, especially with his father about to embark on a journey. As a son, how could he be so exuberant? Thus, he straightened his face and said: "Is this matter true? I must ask the lady about it. If you dare to deceive me, just wait and see how I will deal with you using family discipline"
Although Luo Renhe did not favor the study of alchemy and the teachings of Huang Lao, he was not entirely opposed to the path of immortality. After all, since the founding emperor of this dynasty, every successive ruler has greatly esteemed the study of cultivating immortality and refining elixirs. How could those in service not understand a thing or two about it? Otherwise, how could they align with the emperor's heart and be attuned to the sacred will? Moreover, Luo Renhe's residence was not ordinary; each of the four courtyards had two carved dragons, collectively forming a Yin-Yang formation of departing dragons. According to the Taoist who arranged the formation, it contained the spirit of a North Sea Ice Dragon. This formation not only harmonized Yin and Yang and warded off evil spirits, but also possessed the remarkable ability to alter the feng shui and bless future generations.
Only upon seeing Luo Feng curled up on the ground, already unconscious, did Luo Xichen believe that the scene she had just witnessed was not an illusion. A pang of pain struck her heart as she hurriedly ran to Luo Feng's side
Luo Feng walked into the courtyard, looked up at the sky, and frowned, saying: "This wind and rain is truly strange; there must be a reason for it. Hmm, let me think about what is said in the 'Xuandu Nine Truths'..."
As soon as Luo Feng landed, he grasped a small piece of green stone in his hand. The stone was smooth and translucent, with a faint glow of treasure flowing within it, indicating its extraordinary nature. Upon seeing this child grasp the stone and exhibit such remarkable qualities, Luo Ren believed the fortune teller's words and generously expressed his gratitude with a substantial amount of silver.
How did everything end up broken for no reason
With a surge of spirit, Luo Feng set off on his journey. He walked straight from morning until dusk, and only then did he catch sight of a wisp of smoke rising from the distant clouds. His heart filled with joy, and he quickened his pace. After walking for another half an hour, he finally spotted a tall pole in the distance, at the top of which hung a tattered flag inviting guests.
At this moment, the shopkeeper seemed to sense something, and hurried over with a smile, asking, "Dear guest, are you satisfied with the dishes at our establishment?"
The gentle breeze caressed her hair as he said: "All are companions of toil, how can one know the door to liberation? The cycle of cause and effect, if it exists, then it exists; if it is said to be non-existent, then it is non-existent. It is merely a story, and what reason can there be in a story? You do not understand this now. When the time comes, you will come to comprehend it."
The crowd was in chaos, clamoring loudly, yet Luo Xichen remained completely oblivious. She simply tucked away the letter left by Luo Feng quietly into her sleeve
He ran to the window and looked up at the sky, only to discover that just moments ago it had been clear and sunny, but now dark clouds had gathered. The heavy, oppressive clouds seemed to hang low, as if they possessed immense weight, threatening to touch the eaves of the main building. If these clouds were to break free, the vast city of Luoyang would likely be crushed to dust.
The young man was taken aback, reaching out to tidy up the items on the table, but unexpectedly, she rushed to the front of the table, leaving his hand suspended in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat, creating quite an awkward situation
So this is the final reincarnation?" Luo Feng muttered to himself, while Luo Xichen could not comprehend what he was saying at all. After experiencing the purple lightning and heavenly fire, the Luo Feng before her seemed like a different person, no longer displaying the slight arrogance he once had, but instead exuding a vast and profound aura that was inscrutable and indistinct.
In Luoyang, whose home is it, where wine orders are recited, fragrant Huadiao wine is warmed, and one leans against the green and red?
Majestic is Kunlun
Only Luo Ren was busy with official duties, making it rare for him to have time to check on Luo Feng's studies. Luo Feng, being exceptionally talented, only needed to put in a little effort to pass. Most of the time, he was still engrossed in studying the Daoist texts, exploring the path to ascension. He was so absorbed in this pursuit that even the little attendant by his side was privately renamed by him as "Herb Gatherer".
Luo Feng did not know when he had awakened, but he lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly at the vast blue sky, tears streaming down his face, lost in thought. The piece of blue stone had also lost its brilliance, quietly resting on Luo Feng's chest.
Luo Feng let out a slight sigh and continued to walk forward. Along with the insights gained from the karmic ties of his past life, he also acquired many celestial techniques and divine powers. Unfortunately, without immense divine strength, it is difficult to utilize the profound methods. In this incarnation, Luo Feng is merely a mortal with a body still tainted by impurities, and how can he claim to possess any true cultivation? To be precise, his physique at this moment is only slightly stronger than that of the young aristocrats in Luoyang who indulge in pleasures. The celestial arts and methods he can barely employ only serve to protect him from the extremes of heat and cold, and shield him from the disturbances of wind and sand. To be precise, his physique at this moment is only slightly stronger than that of the young aristocrats in Luoyang who indulge in pleasures. The celestial arts and methods he can barely employ only serve to protect him from the extremes of heat and cold, and shield him from the disturbances of wind and sand
Luo Feng finally could not hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud. In his dying moments, he faintly heard the shopkeeper's voice, which sounded like that of a duck:
Uncertain whether it was ignited by the heavenly fire, the blue stone was extremely hot, and a slight touch would burn a blister on Luo Xichen's fingertip. She was a young lady from an affluent family accustomed to luxury, how could she endure such suffering? At that moment, tears shimmered in her eyes.
Embroidered on the banner are four large characters: Dragon Gate Inn
He picked up the wine jar again, ready to pour another large bowl of wine
"Third Brother!" Luo Xichen did not know how many times she had called out, her numb ears barely registering her own voice. As she witnessed the overwhelming lightning charging towards Luo Feng, she disregarded her aching body and the thunder in the courtyard, rushing towards Luo Feng.
The ancients were generous and would always drink three large cups when faced with matters. Only after this did Luo Feng drink the first cup, but what does that even mean
The young man pondered for a moment, knowing that the lady was always keenly observant. If he were to ask out of impatience, the book servant would surely face punishment. He had always appreciated the book servant's cleverness and reliability, so he restrained his growing anxiety and prepared to gradually probe for more information.
At that time, the political situation in the world was flourishing, the people lived in peace and worked happily, and auspicious signs were everywhere in the land of China, gradually presenting a scene of prosperity
In the city of Luoyang, there is a long street called Changting Street. At the eastern end of the street lies Tongchuan Alley, which features high walls and deep courtyards, with blue stone paving, exuding an air of solemnity. The residents of Tongchuan Alley are either wealthy or noble, all belonging to some of the most prominent families in Luoyang. Thus, within this deep alley, there are actually only a handful of five households.
Luo Xichen continuously blew on her fingertips, the pain subsiding momentarily, yet she recalled Luo Feng's safety and hurriedly looked over, only to find herself in a daze once again
After a long time, Luo Feng finally turned his head. It seemed as if he was looking at Luo Xichen, but his gaze actually transcended everything before him, landing in the depths of the mysterious and profound.
I did not expect this fellow to be so well-dressed, yet his belongings are so shabby. No wonder he doesn't even have a horse! However, look at this fat sheep; with such good meat, it should be enough to cover the shop's expenses for a month. Hey! Quickly drag him to the kitchen, boil water and sharpen the knives, don't dawdle! If that little brat dares to slack off again, be careful that I break your dog legs!
All of life is but a dream
Luo Xichen was even more panicked; she clutched Luo Feng's robe sleeve tightly and said, "Third Brother, what are you talking about? I don't understand anything at all"
The fragrance of ink lingers on the four walls as it fades by the window, while a pool of autumn water flows around me and soars.
At this moment, the Gobi Desert in the Western Regions becomes chillingly cold as night falls. Outside the inn, the wind and sand rise again, with yellow sand howling through the air. The setting sun has gradually disappeared below the distant horizon, leaving the western sky filled with fiery red clouds, while the eastern sky is adorned with a crescent moon.
Luo Xichen, who was originally exceptionally intelligent, suddenly had an epiphany in her heart and asked, "Third Brother, are you about to leave?"
Amidst the vast wind and sand, a young man emerges faintly. He walks forward slowly, his hair and attire exceptionally neat, showing no trace of dust at all; the raging winds and sands of the western frontier have not affected him in the slightest. However, his face bears a noticeable expression of fatigue.
At this moment, the side door of the main residence opened, and a young boy dressed as a book attendant rushed out, running straight towards the Ink Stopping Pavilion. Just a few steps inside, he could not contain his excitement and called out: "Young Master! Young Master!"
The young man furrowed his brow and argued: "The True Man of Qingyang is the national protector personally honored by Emperor Gaozu. His handwritten 'Essentials of the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir' is meant to enlighten the mind; how could it possibly block the seven orifices? Father has grown old and stubborn, and you too speak such nonsense!"
The young servant was taken aback and hurriedly grabbed the young man's arm, pleading: "Young Master! If you ask this, the Madam will surely realize that I have spoken out of turn. It would be a minor issue to receive a beating as punishment, but if I were to be expelled from the residence, I would no longer be able to serve you."
She felt a sense of fear in her heart, shaking Luo Feng's arm, and said: "Third Brother! What on earth is wrong with you? Should we invite Doctor Xue from the Wang residence to take a look?"
At that moment, a clear and melodious voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Third Brother, what is it that brings you such joy?" As the voice faded, a young girl flashed in from outside. She had her hair styled in a low bun, lightly adorned with rouge, and wore a delicate hairpin. Her sheer sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing arms like fragrant lotus roots and fingers resembling green onions. She was none other than the unacquainted Xi Shi, the naive Diao Chan, and the untouched Liu Ru. She lightly lifted her skirt and ran towards the young man's desk in an instant.
Luo Feng shook his head, sighed, and said: "Alas, being infatuated and oblivious, it is indeed a pity for your talent."
The moment the lotus foot touched the courtyard, Luo Xichen was momentarily stunned. In the courtyard, the emerald bamboo stood like a screen, and the flowing spring bubbled quietly; there was no trace of the heavenly thunder that had struck. When she looked up again, the sky was once more a clear blue, with the blazing sun shining down. The dark clouds that had seemed to threaten the city and the fortress just moments ago appeared as if they had never existed.
Luo Xichen stomped her foot in frustration, then turned to Luo Feng and said: "Hmph, consider yourself lucky. I heard that my uncle has been given another important role in the capital and won't be returning to Luoyang anytime soon, so you can act recklessly. However, such good fortune is rare; I have learned that this time, Mr. Ximen has been entrusted by my uncle to thoroughly examine your studies, and it will not be limited to just the three volumes of the Gaozu Benji."
In its tranquil depths, there lies a hidden paradise
The wine enters like a knife; although its flavor is inferior, its potency is exceptionally strong, perfectly aligning with Luo Feng's current state of mind
The book boy saw the young lady, his expression slightly changed, and he immediately bowed and smiled, saying: "Miss Seven, what brings you here?"
At noon, it is precisely the time for affluent families to take their afternoon rest. The entire Tongchuan Alley is empty, with not a single soul in sight, and only the sound of cicadas breaks the tranquility of the afternoon