novelaction Chapter 951 Clash of Heart and Wish
Chapter 951 Clash of Heart and Wish
The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely. Upon hearing of the extraordinary abilities of the five newcomers, the woman and her family began to subtly inquire about them. They were astonished to learn that the renowned Drunken Immortal Pavilion, famous for miles around, was located here and was owned by that charismatic woman. The Drunken Immortal Pavilion was said to be a place where all the delicacies of the mortal world were gathered, and its delicious food was so irresistible that people would linger there. They also heard that even immortals frequently visited the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, a rare opportunity in the mortal world, and they wished to establish a relationship with them.
Unexpectedly, the five seemed to have sensed something and left early.
Grandpa Sun shook his head repeatedly at their purposeful questions, saying that they shouldn't try anything and should back down.
Everyone has their own methods, their own goals, and their own insights.
The Han siblings were among the busiest. Han Zisi worked odd jobs at the pharmacy, studying pharmacology, and learned accounting at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
Han Zijin frequently visited the escort agency to learn martial arts from the Grandmaster of Martial Arts and to work as a waiter at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. He seemed extremely busy, but he was completely absorbed in it and never complained about the hardship.
Where is Zuixianlou? It is the towering pavilion that pierces the clouds atop the mountain in the small town. It can be seen even from the magnificent Xianwu City, which is seventy miles away. The scenery is uniquely beautiful and quite spectacular. Among the crowd, Yun Qinghan was the first to become famous.
Within the caravan, Ling Yu led the way, sword in hand. Though he couldn't use his spiritual power, his martial arts hadn't suffered. He had also exchanged many insights with a Grand Martial Grandmaster, and his physical cultivation was progressing rapidly; he would reach the Grand Martial Grandmaster realm within a few years. Even in such a short time, the bandits of the surrounding mountains had all heard of Thunder Sword. This hero was ruthless, showing no mercy to those who committed evil and murder. His sword lived up to its name, arriving with lightning speed; a flash of cold light, and heads were severed. Even a Grand Martial Grandmaster would perish within ten moves.
The name "Thunder Hero" has also spread among the people.
At the foot of the mountain, inside the town hall, sat a young man. He was impartial and incorruptible in handling cases, and also possessed exceptional ingenuity, making it impossible for criminals to hide their crimes. He solved numerous extraordinary cases, earning the love and respect of the people, who hailed him as a paragon of justice. His name was known throughout Xianwu City, and scholars were frequently sent to him for advice and guidance. Each time, the scholars gained insights and were praised for their wisdom. Bai Xuan was truly a man of impartiality and integrity.
As for the pharmacy, it was actually nothing special. Changqing and Xinyu would occasionally disappear without a trace, without any prestige or fame. They were just a barefoot doctor in the mountains and fields, and their presence was frequently seen in remote mountain villages and disaster-prone areas within a thousand miles. Whether male or female, they would practice medicine to help people, walk through the suffering of this world, and see the human heart in the ordinary.
In winter, more homeless people, their homes destroyed, entered the town. Hearing the sound of children reading aloud from inside the courtyard through the wall, they were filled with grief and indignation. They had all become like this, yet there were still people who were oblivious to the world around them, focusing solely on their studies. If the classics could save the world, how could they be in such a miserable state? They lamented the coldness of humanity, and looking at their starving families, their anger was overshadowed by their misery.
"A scholar is useless!" the man shouted, but received no response.
As they left in despair, a teacher emerged from the academy. Looking at the people who seemed like walking corpses, he gently reminded them: "There's a bowl of white porridge being distributed near the town gate; you can go and get some. If you're interested in working, you can tell the teacher under the big locust tree; they're hiring charcoal burners there. The pay isn't bad; it'll be enough to buy you a cotton coat, and your children can attend the academy for free..."
The man was startled and turned around, but the teacher had already disappeared. Near the courtyard wall, he heard the sound of children reciting:
Heaven and earth are dark yellow, the universe is prehistoric.
The sun and moon wax and wane, and the stars and constellations are arrayed in the sky.
The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.
The leap year completes the cycle, and the musical scales harmonize with the seasons.
Clouds rise and bring rain, dew condenses and turns into frost...
The innocent voices of children, filled with pure joy, soared throughout the entire town.
His face flushed red, but he had no choice but to believe what the doctor said. He led his family to the town entrance, where they finally got a bowl of thick white porridge with plenty of ginger and shredded meat. It was the best meal he had had in months. The man swallowed the porridge and felt hot all over. He seemed to have a hint of the medicine in it, and he felt strong again. He even felt that the winter wind was not so biting.
Watching the child and woman wolfing down their food, the man's eyes hardened. He wanted to stay in this town, not just for the present, but also for the child's future.
Everyone wants their child to have a better future.
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At the porridge distribution site, many villagers came to help, chatting from time to time. A woman there, dressed simply, was carefully cooking porridge. Listening to the chatter, the corners of her mouth turned up. If it weren't for the three rather robust old men behind her, one would think she was just an ordinary woman from an ordinary family.
Whenever Zhong Baixuan passed by, he would wonder what Changqing had talked about with the woman that would make her so well-behaved in this place. But every time he asked, Changqing would always adopt a mysterious posture and remain silent.
In fact, Changqing had never even spoken to the woman, let alone said anything; it was all just a tacit understanding.
As the number of refugees increased, there were also many lazy people unwilling to work, which added a lot of pressure to him. Sometimes when talking with the people who came, he could feel a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. These people fled, whether due to natural disasters or man-made calamities. The vast majority of them had their homes destroyed by the actions of immortals, whether intentional or unintentional.
As night deepened, his heart grew increasingly weary. He felt that the world should not be like this, that there should be so many people with nowhere to turn for redress. But what could he do? Even if he used his cultivation, he could only protect the people of one region. How could he protect the almost boundless spiritual world?
Feeling powerless and insignificant, struggling between ambition and desire, one becomes increasingly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Gradually, he came to understand that the power of one person is like the faint light of a firefly, and in the vast sea of stars, it is nothing more than a small ripple under the great trend.
And even these tiny waves are something that the deep river sand looks up to.
When it comes to fate, there's no point in talking about fairness!
Despair, endless despair, peering into fate, fate also reveals its cruelty, and everyone can only do what they can to create a small, ridiculous utopia for their own dreams.
Shaking her aching arms, Li Yuesu looked at the long queue with a hint of sadness in her eyes. These people had clearly received her kindness, so why did she feel that she owed them so much? The unbearable frustration in her heart made her leave the porridge stall. Looking at this vibrant town, she still couldn't find peace in her heart.
The sky was overcast and gloomy, with no sun in sight, much like the gloom in my thoughts.
Suddenly, I felt a chill on my cheek. When I reached out and touched it, the water droplets were icy cold. When I looked up, snowflakes were falling, as if they were about to fall into my heart.
It's snowing~
As I murmured softly, the soreness in my arms subsided considerably, but the long queue for porridge disrupted the tranquility.
"That guy said he'd treat us to hot pot tonight, I really don't know where he got the time to do that~~" Li Yuesu exhaled a puff of white air and re-entered the porridge stall.
As night fell, lights came on in every household. Inside the glass 'sheds,' countless refugees were crammed together, where the temperature was just enough to keep people from freezing to death.