Chapter 68 Chapter 68: The Grand Tutor and Chong Yue
Chapter 68: The Grand Tutor and Chong Yue
"It seems you're quite interested in those few people just now?"
"Hmm, for some reason, I always feel they're not that simple."
Wei Yenwu's strange intuition activated once again. He stroked his beard, his expression odd and subtle.
"That is ultimately Yumen's affair."
"Hahaha, my lady speaks wisely. Why should I trouble myself over it?"
Wei Yenwu was enlightened by Wen Yue's words and immediately laughed heartily. This was also a habit of his—always placing himself in that high position, forgetting that this wasn't Lungmen.
Better to let Zuo Xuanliao have the headache.
No matter who they are, if trouble arises, it shouldn't implicate Lungmen... probably.
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Another month passed. Lungmen had already derailed and departed, and Yumen returned to the northern desert route.
During this period, Kevin and Fiammetta did not leave but settled here temporarily.
Early in the morning,
Kevin pushed open the window lattice, and a faint scent of ink drifted into his nose.
This ink fragrance wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it resembled the smell of books, giving a refreshing and pleasant feeling.
He silently glanced at the stone table in the courtyard. Sure enough, that "drunkard" was lying there again. After drinking a few times, she had completely made this place her own home.
Her full, perky body gently rose and fell with her breathing. Her slightly ethereal face was flushed with two intoxicating blushes of drunkenness. She used her lamp staff as a pillow under her head.
The tip of her dragon tail still bore undried ink stains. Long scrolls extended from the table, spreading all over the ground.
"Sigh."
"Pfft~ Sister Ling is really something. It's not like there aren't rooms in the courtyard, yet she insists on sleeping on this cold, hard tabletop."
Fiammetta opened the door, holding a blanket, and gently covered Ling with it.
"That's just her personality. Besides..."
Cold or warmth held no meaning for her. Kevin pondered for a moment but didn't voice the second half of the sentence.
He glanced at Fiammetta, who was smiling happily.
"Forget it, let her be."
Pozëmka casually gathered the scattered scrolls. The handwriting on them was like swimming dragons—vigorous and powerful, with bold and elegant strokes—almost reaching another realm entirely.
If a calligraphy enthusiast well-versed in this art saw it, they would be overjoyed, wishing to collect it day and night for admiration, even if it were priceless.
But Fiammetta and Kevin had no appreciation for such things. At most, they thought the writing looked nice—that was all.
But isn't "nice" another form of the most simple and sincere praise?
"You could wait for her to wake up and tidy up herself."
It's not good to spoil this person too much. Although she lives freely, she lacks a sense of boundaries somewhat.
Kevin advised.
"It's fine~ It's just a small effort anyway. Besides, Kevin, when you came out earlier, weren't you also careful not to step on these calligraphy works? Not very honest~"
She smiled in the morning light, like a goddess at dawn.
"..."
"Alright, all tidied up."
After stacking the scrolls neatly on the stone chair, Fiammetta clapped her hands.
"Let's go buy groceries!"
"Actually..."
"Ah, Kevin, although your ability is indeed convenient, you can't keep relying on it like this!"
Fiammetta seriously placed her hands on her hips. After spending so much time together, she had roughly understood what Kevin wanted to do.
What she could do was very limited, but at least she had to try what was within her power!
"This is part of the plan."
"Okay."
Creak—
After a slight friction sound, the two went out together. The wooden door of the small courtyard closed, and shade enveloped it once more.
"Hmm~ Hmm—?"
Who knows how much time passed before Ling slowly woke up, letting out a lazy moan as her dragon tail stiffened.
She propped herself up, scratched her head, somewhat puzzled as she tucked in the blanket on herself, then glanced at the neatly arranged scrolls on the stone chair.
When did she become so conscientious while sleeping?
It must be that girl who did it for her again... Sigh, those two are like this every day—always so endearing.
Her dragon tail coiled around the wine gourd on the table and brought it to her red lips. She tilted it but didn't see a single drop of wine come out.
"Empty again?"
She shook it disbelievingly, her tail swaying, but the fact that there was no wine never changed according to her wishes.
"Better go get some more wine."
It's not good to always drink others' wine. That precious wine probably doesn't have much stock left. It was already generous of Kevin to share it with her. Ling considered herself not the greedy type.
Although that wine really is tempting for a dragon...
Using her lamp staff to lift the gourd, Ling stood up, intending to go out to get some wine.
But before she could reach the door, it was pushed open first as two visitors stepped in.
One wore brown-and-yellow training clothes; the other was in an elegant black-and-red robe.
One a martial artist, one an elder—the horns on their heads and tails behind them clearly marked their race: dragons!
"Long time no see, Ling. Persuading you to come to the northern desert seems to have been an excellent idea after all."
"Big Brother? And... Grand Tutor?"
The visitors were none other than the Amiya of the Sui's twelve fragments, Ling's eldest brother, "Shuo."
Oh... no, that was his former name. Now he should be called "Chong Yue."
His companion was also the Grand Tutor of Yan, holding a first-rank official position in court. Those of equal rank in this vast Yan numbered no more than five.
"The Grand Tutor mends all affairs under heaven."
This was the praise given to him by his colleagues in the Yan court and the common people. But if one truly met him, those who didn't recognize him would likely just see an elderly man in good spirits.
"Hmm, these hundred years guarding the border—you've worked hard."
Chong Yue looked at his younger sister. Although she still appeared lazy and carefree, just having woken from drinking, there was now an added air of heroism and boldness within her—the aura of the battlefield.
At least in this regard, he wouldn't be mistaken.
"Miss Ling, the people and court of Yan will remember your contributions and deeds for Yan."
The Grand Tutor also spoke solemnly. Regardless of her identity as a fragment of the Sui beast, Ling's hundred years guarding the border and protecting Yan's frontiers deserved respect.
"Ah, I really didn't do much. Besides, Big Brother, you've come back occasionally too. If the Grand Tutor feels indebted, just gift me a few jars of good wine—no need to be so formal."
Ling truly wasn't used to such serious occasions.
Though it was called a hundred years, Chong Yue had actually returned frequently—it's just that he was away more often. He was also present during that Shanhaizhong rebellion ten years ago.
"Hehe, very well. Later I'll have someone deliver some fine wine from my residence to Miss Ling."
The Grand Tutor's residence certainly wasn't in Yumen, but he didn't specify taking it from his own home either. So where would the wine come from?
Well, there's always General Zuo's residence nearby.
To reward Ling's contributions, taking some wine—Zuo Xuanliao probably wouldn't be stingy.
Otherwise, this old man would have to use his decaying bones to reason with him properly.
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Collectible:
【Yumen Memorial Scroll】
Effect: For every three combat nodes cleared, +1 Key
Description: Used to commemorate every heroic spirit who fought for the people in Yumen and lies buried in the yellow sand. The brushwork is vigorous and powerful; between the ink strokes flows an aura of boldness throughout—undoubtedly a masterpiece by a great master!
"When will hatred buried on the battlefield ever cease..."
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