MTL - Take a Door with You-Chapter 202 At the end of the volume, twenty years later: the death of Chongyang! 【Ask for the moon
Chapter 202 End of Volume·Twenty Years Later: Death of Chongyang Festival! [Ask for a monthly pass! 】
Xijing City.
Maxing Street Market.
The bustling here is still there.
At the end of the year, many people choose to come to the Ma Hang Market to join in the fun.
In the courtyard, the first lady of the Yi family, the second lady of the Liu family, the third lady of the Yan family, the widow of Jia Jiaqin, Fang Xiaoyan, the mother-in-law of the Jin family in the backyard, and Yu Li, the eldest daughter-in-law of the three major families, also took to the street together, preparing to buy Order light New Year's goods.
Looking left and right one by one, it was lively.
Watching while walking, chatting while shopping.
After chatting, we talked about the Cao family.
"The Cao family is well developed now!"
"In those martial arts competitions a few months ago, that little black girl from the Cao family actually won the first place, with a bounty of 100,000 taels! My mother, you scared me to death!"
The third mother provoked the conversation.
Xijing Prefecture is vast.
The news of Dazayuan was blocked.
It was clearly the news a few months ago, but it wasn't long before everyone in the courtyard got the news.
The rivers and lakes and the market.
Say far is not far.
Say it's not close.
In fact, there is a gap.
But when the news spread to the courtyard, it sparked countless discussions.
Shock.
envious.
envy.
All kinds of emotions and thoughts are hard to describe in a word.
Widow Tan also sighed after hearing the words: "Back then, the big girl of the Cao family was so small and thin, who would have thought that she would have such abilities. And the Cao family, who made such a big fortune without making a sound, I heard A Changxi lake as big as Huating County is now owned by the Cao family, even more powerful than the Sun family!"
Neighbor in a courtyard in the past.
Even a poor and settled family who escaped famine.
Who would have thought that there would be such a day.
Yu Li looked at Da Niang and Fang Xiaoyan, and said with a smile: "When Cao's family was in the courtyard, Da Niang Cao could chat with Da Niang and Xiaoyan. Now that she is able, I don't know if I remember Our old neighbors."
The first lady and Fang Xiaoyan smiled and said nothing.
The second aunt was at the side but she was thinking about good things: "A few days ago, the earth and the dragon turned around, and many houses in our yard collapsed. Every family built a shed outside the house, and there was no place to set foot in the yard. Tell me, if you talk to the Cao family , can you let the brothers of the Cao family change a better yard for us? At worst, repairing the house is also good! They are old neighbors, and their family has developed, so we must not forget our roots, right?"
"Eh!"
"this is OK!"
"You can try it! Anyway, just opening your mouth, a courtyard is nothing to the Cao family, and they can get a reputation in exchange, what a wonderful thing!"
The eyes of San Niang, Yu Li, Widow Tan and others all lit up.
Even Da Niang and Fang Xiaoyan were a little moved.
is pondering.
Suddenly.
A group of people came on the street, and Widow Qin recognized them immediately with sharp eyes: "Hey! Look quickly, is that Aunt Cao?"
Everyone heard the words and looked.
At a glance, I saw a young man who was tall and burly, standing out from the crowd.
This person is unrecognizable.
But beside him, a middle-aged woman was radiant, younger than before, but her appearance had not changed. It was Cao Zhang.
"It really is!"
"The black one is Cao Jia Dalang, right?"
"There is also the one who walks in front with a knife and looks very poised, as if her mental head was carved out of the same mold as the Cao family."
Several people were in the crowd beside the road, chattering and pointing.
but.
Just now I was thinking about going to Cao's house to play the autumn wind, and it was in full swing.
Now seeing the Lord, looking at these 'nobles' one by one, and then looking at the twenty or so guards and servants behind the family, all of them are dumb.
Na na speechless.
dare not step forward.
…
At the end of this year, the Cao family went shopping in the city—
Cao Zhang, Cao Ren, Cheng Jing, Cao Yi, Cao Xian, Cao Xin, Wei Feifei, Cao Liang, Cao Shu, Cao An, and Cao Ning, the eldest son of Cao Ren who was only three years old, was born the year before last.
A big family, lively and lively.
Followed by guards and servants, among whom the servants already carried a lot of things in their hands.
Mrs. Cao Zhang did not see the old neighbors such as the eldest lady who was buried in the crowd. She was surrounded by stars, and she looked at her left and right children, smiling all over her face.
I remember more than ten years ago, when Cao’s family first came to Xijing City, they went to the night market during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The family of five was poor.
At that time, Cao Xian was already very happy wearing a new suit, so be careful, lest it get dirty or torn.
At that time, the situation at home had actually improved.
Go further.
The four walls of the house are not enough to describe.
Look at the present again.
Fingers twelve years.
I dare not even think about it.
"Whatever you fancy today, don't ask the price, just buy it."
"I will pay for the audience!"
Cao Xian has a huge sum of 100,000 taels and is very proud.
She is no longer the little black girl who wanted to seize Cao Xin's financial power all the time.
At this time, she was holding a serving of sugar ice cold **** in her left hand, and a box of fragrant candy in her right hand. After taking two bites, she threw it to Cao Liang, muttering: "The taste is not right!"
"Thank you big sister!"
Cao Liang didn't hear Cao Xian muttering, thanked him happily, and shared the food with the nephew in his arms.
Cao Xin’s ears pointed, he smiled at Cao Xian: “The taste is the same, but the mood is different.”
That year.
The family is poor.
Walking in the night market is fun even if you don’t buy anything. Cao Xin bought two small snacks for Cao Xian, which made the elder sister very happy.
But now, eating the same snacks is no longer the same as before.
For example, Cao Xian aspired to eat candied haws for a lifetime. Now that he saw it, he was no longer greedy.
Flavor no more.
There are only feelings left.
Cao sighed with confidence.
Cao Xian is carefree, she won the leader of the second Xijing Prefecture Martial Arts Tournament, and her excitement hasn't faded for several months.
But when he came to a restaurant, Cao Xian stopped.
"Hey!"
"This 'Tianjia Restaurant' is still there."
"Guessing lantern riddles—"
Cao Xian looked up, thinking of the past, turned his head to Cheng Jing, Wei Feifei, Cao Yi, Cao Shu and the others with a smile: "When I first came to Xijing Mansion, there was this Tian's restaurant and lantern riddles, and Cao Liang and I even guessed one correctly Woolen cloth!"
"exactly!"
"The elder sister's guess is 'Small feet, tall legs. Wear a red hat, wear a white robe, guess an animal'."
"The question I guessed was 'if you can't do it in water, guess a word'."
Cao Liang was already eighteen, and he was only six years old at the time, but he still remembers the two lantern riddles he and his eldest sister guessed correctly: "My eldest sister and I are both illiterate, so Fifth Brother told us the answer and asked us to answer it. I got two lanterns, and I still keep them at home."
Cao Liang has a good memory and speaks too fast.
Cao Xian patted him and was speechless for a while: "You can't read!"
"Ha ha!"
Everyone couldn't help laughing.
Cao Xian has a thick skin and doesn't care. She leans up to Cao Xin and asks: "Will you participate in the 'Martial Arts Conference' in July next year?"
"Not participating."
Cao Xin shook his head.
He is busy with affairs, how can he have that leisure time.
"Afraid of what?"
"You don't know four or six all day long, what a great opportunity to experience and become famous!"
"If you come back with a leader, won't our Cao family be prosperous?"
Cao Xian urged.
"No!"
"Leader is here for you!"
Cao Xin still shook his head.
"Really not going?"
Cao Xian asked.
"No, no, no."
Getting an affirmative answer from Cao Xin, Cao Xian burst into laughter from the bottom of his heart. As long as the fifth child does not go, she is sure to take down the leader of the "Martial Arts Conference" next year, achieve two consecutive championships, and have another glorious year.
But she didn't show it on the face, pretending to be helpless: "Okay, okay. So what are you going to do next year? Have a baby?"
"Me next year?"
Cao Xin grinned at Cao Xian: "Take over as head of Qishan."
"what?"
Cao Xian stared wide-eyed and froze on the spot.
…
The end of the year is joyous.
Joy belongs to others.
Cao Xian is full of sadness.
I thought that after she, the senior sister of the Qishan School, won the leader of the "Second Xijing Prefecture Martial Arts Tournament", the position of head of the Qishan School would naturally fall to her in the future.
But who would!
Cao Xin inserted a leg horizontally.
Although she is still young, ten or twenty years later, she will be in her prime.
But at that time, couldn't she still have the cheek to take over from her younger brother?
Master Qishan!
Missed in this life!
Cao Xian is depressed.
But no one in Caojiazhuang cared about her. Whether she or Cao Xin is the head of Qishan, it doesn't make any difference if the meat rots in the pot.
So.
Eat and drink.
Lively and lively, happy and happy.
The fourteenth year of Qianyou passed quietly in a peaceful and festive atmosphere.
The following year.
Changed to 'Heavenly Grant'.
is the first year of Tianshou.
…
Enter the new year.
The Shenhou Mansion is in full swing, and the "First Martial Arts Conference" has entered the stage of publicity and distribution in full swing, and relevant news is overwhelming.
The rivers and lakes are boiling.
compare to.
The news that Cao Xin took over the Qishan faction from Ren Sanbu and became the tenth leader seems insignificant.
In this atmosphere.
The Qishan faction has made a stable transition.
Cao Xinren is in the Qishan faction, but as in previous years, he is still operating in multiple lines.
Managing the Qishan faction is one of them.
Preparing and organizing the martial arts conference is also a serious and important matter.
The plan for the "Journal of Martial Arts" is also being perfected and prepared.
certainly.
What is more important is self-cultivation and the preparation of 'mithril' and 'fine gold'.
Practice.
"Moon Art Chapter" is the foundation, the level is capped at 20, and the internal strength has also encountered a bottleneck, but it still needs to study hard and keep improving, in order to go further.
"Chongyang real people don't advance but retreat, maybe there is a factor of age."
"I am still young."
"Persevere, after 20 or 30 years, maybe a breakthrough will be logical."
Cao Xin never slackens.
Not only "Moon Art Chapter", not only internal strength.
Based on his powerful internal strength, he studied Qishan martial arts in the Qishan School, and collected the unique knowledge of divine skills through the Shenhou Mansion, and dabbled in them one by one.
majored in.
It is still the 'Nine Skills of Chess Immortals'.
At present, what he has obtained are the "Moon Art Chapter", "Death Art Chapter" and "Disease Art Chapter".
The previous article has reached the top.
The last two articles are still under study.
Slow progress.
But there is a panel that can add some pockets, so there is no rush.
Cao Xin is going to comprehend first by himself, as much as he can comprehend.
As for adding points.
Don't panic.
He is going to try it on his eldest brother and second brother first.
Fertile water does not flow into the fields of outsiders.
Brother Wuxin martial arts.
Second brother has aspirations, but his aspirations are in the world, and he doesn't care whether he can learn martial arts by himself.
Even if you find out that [Attachment] has disadvantages in the future, such as overdraft potential, locked upper limit, etc., it will not hinder them. Anyway, the two of them have no enterprising spirit.
Not just them.
Cheng Jing.
Cao Liang.
Even the Cao Zhang family.
As long as they can comprehend the ‘Nine Arts’ superficially, Cao Xinkong can give them a little bit.
However, in addition to these relatively salty relatives, Cao Xin is also planning to try it on the Chongyang real person.
This is the Grand Master.
Having been immersed in martial arts for more than a hundred years, Cao Ren and others cannot compare.
Let him comprehend the nine arts.
Nine spells superimposed.
A door-to-door skill added to the body.
Let's see if we can break through.
It can be regarded as finding the way for yourself.
Of course, 'Divine Mechanism' cannot be left behind.
Chongyang real person is studying on Longevity Island.
Cao Xin also observes the new world every day, secretly learning and practicing hard.
Even if there is more than one hour a day, there are very few people who can learn secretly, or even all nonsense and nothing.
But over time—
Five years.
Ten years.
It can always gather sand into a tower.
…
Time passed in such a busy way.
The world is invincible.
Cao Xin didn’t pursue much.
While enjoying a comfortable life and being with his wife and family, he is studying martial arts, refining his skills, and seeking breakthroughs.
For Cao Xin.
Every bit of progress is exciting and joyful.
Time is worthless.
He is too young.
But for Chongyang Daoist, every minute and every second is life.
…
The age is not with me, and the time is like rushing.
There is no return to what comes, it is rare and easy to lose.
In a flash, twenty years.
…
"It's done!"
On the Longevity Island, there was a loud laughter from Chongyang Daoist.
In the mountains.
Dongfu.
Cao Xin also felt great joy in his heart when he saw the dozen or so grains of 'fine gold' prepared by Chongyang Immortal.
'Mithril' nine years.
Twelve years of 'fine gold'.
It took twenty-one years before and after, the two difficult bones of 'mithril' and 'fine gold' were finally conquered and successfully refined by him and Chongyang Daoist.
Backwards.
Using 'fine gold' and 'secret silver' as the main materials, supplemented by other common materials, you can refine other instruments and equipment by yourself.
Wait until the equipment is ready, and then proceed to refine the 'ritual magic circle'.
Great things can happen.
Four steps have been completed two steps.
"Give me some time, in another ten years, the old man is sure to be able to refine the 'ritual magic circle'."
"Nothing!"
"Time is not with me!"
Chongyang Daoist is also playing with 'fine gold', with infinite longing in his eyes.
but-
Cao Xin looked.
I saw Chongyang Daoist with white hair and childlike face in the past, but now he is no longer childlike, with white hair and withered hair, and the old and dead energy all over his body is extremely strong.
Count the days.
This old Taoist is 153 years old, which is a very old age.
these years-
Moon Art.
Death technique.
Disease surgery.
Including the 'Flower Art' and 'Wind Art' that came later.
and 'Shou Shiqing's Tune-Up Technique'.
Chongyang Daoist enlightened and practiced one by one, and Cao Xin took turns giving him enlightenment.
Extend life and prolong life.
But there is a limit.
Twenty years later.
One hundred and fifty-three years old.
At the moment when the 'fine gold' was finally refined with one breath of heart, Daoist Chongyang was aging rapidly, and the deadline finally came.
at this moment.
Internal force.
Shengong.
Elixir.
All useless.
No matter how difficult it is to continue life, no matter how difficult it is to defy the sky.
"The real person—"
Cao Xin looked at the real hero of Chongyang, who was late, and didn't know what to say for a while.
In the past twenty years, Master Chongyang has devoted himself to the refining of 'Mithril' and 'Fine Gold'.
In the end.
Complete the second step.
I haven't waited for the opportunity to break through, but I'm about to die.
It is a pity.
Realist Chongyang might have predicted this day a few years ago, but he still tried his best, and he might have already been ready to make wedding dresses for others.
Cao Xin is inevitably touched.
"It doesn't have to be."
"Time is fate, and no one can control it."
Chongyang real person regret it?
Of course he was sorry.
Twenty years, spare time to hate.
Obviously I have seen hope, but because of the deadline, because of life and death, I can only look at the ocean and sigh.
Who doesn't hate?
Unfortunately, hate is useless.
"I just hope that on the day when my little friend breaks through heaven and man and ascends to the fairy world, I will burn some paper money so that I can teach the old Taoists to rejoice and have fun together."
Chongyang Daoist held the fine gold, his breath gradually weakened.
Cao Xin took two steps forward, and said in a deep voice, "Senior, do you have something to pass to Qingyang Palace?"
"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."
"Let them go."
Chongyang Daoist closed his eyelids, and there was no more sound.
…
(end of this chapter)
