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Wen Jingxiu stood dumbfounded on the riverbank, speechless and unsure of how to comport herself. The Yue country's army behind her was silent as well.
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A wisp of sword energy suddenly shot up into the sky, drawing a comet's tail, slashing across the long expanse of Yue Country's heavens.
White Jade's voice rang out: "Master! I'm still in prison!!!"
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This sound was mournful, howling through the depths of autumn.
Wen Jingxiu lowered her head and looked at Jia Kui Bian Liang.
The Yue Jia leader immediately turned and flew swiftly towards Kuaiji. He didn't even have time to mobilize his troops. From outside the city, he began shouting: "Release him! Release him quickly! The emperor only asked for him to rest. Who authorized you to imprison Master Bai He is a pillar of the state, a mainstay of Qian Tang. How can you act this way!"
He charged in like a storm, bursting into the prison with reckless abandon. Before even the jailer could unlock the door, he smashed it open with a single punch.
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Stepping within the scattered fragments of a crumbling prison.
“Lord Bai! You’ve been so wronged!” He reached out to grasp Bai Yuxia’s hand.
“Hey—!” Baiyu Xia stood before him, sword in hand, separating them. “Your country is just too unlucky. I’ve had such good fortune throughout my life, but every time I come here, things go wrong and I hit a snag. Damn it, the master will be furious. He'll make me account for everything when he finds out—you guys move aside! Don't get your bad luck on me!”
With just that one sentence, he left the prison and vanished.
From this point onwards, there will be no more esteemed young master of the White Clan of Langya. Only the honest and trustworthy shopkeeper Bai from Xingyue will remain.
Wen Jing Xius always felt that sword would fall.
Or perhaps Jiang Wang would, after subduing Zhenping Qian Tang, casually eliminate him with a single sword strike.
Or, if Bai Yu Xia is enraged after escaping, she might stab him with her sword.
But there was nothing.
Bai Yu walked away without looking back.
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Moreover, Jiang Wang didn't even leave a trace.
He gazed at Bai Yu's retreating figure from afar. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the summer of 3919 Daoli. Back then, he was on the Qiantang River dike, personally cheering for Ge Fei and Bai Yu as they embarked on their journey.
The grand gathering of the Yellow River, a moment watched by all under heaven, is truly a time when dragons and tigers clash.
At that time, he poured a cup of wine into the Qiantang River and said boisterously, "Today I offer a toast to the world, first for celebrating our young master!"
At that time, Ge Fei and Bai Yu Xia, one was extraordinary, the other handsome. Although they came from a small country, they were proud and ambitious, truly heroic young men brimming with youthful vigor.
At that time, he was full of ambition and believed he could lead the Yue nation to an unprecedented future.
He has endured for many years, suffering much hardship. He should finally have his moment of glory, he should finally taste the sweetness after the bitterness. Isn't that how history unfolds
True history is crueler than what's written in history books.
He was probably a person who would be recorded in history books, but certainly a foolish one, or perhaps even "the king who brought about the nation's downfall."
All of his attempts failed, all of his efforts were in vain.
At this time, he stood on the embankment of the Qiantang River. Both soldiers and civilians had been driven away.
He knew it was all over.
He wondered what the last thing Gao Shi had thought about when he stood here the day he left.
Are you suffering Or are you at peace
Feeling the breeze on his face and gazing at the distant mountains tinged with autumn, he clutched tightly to the yellow scroll taken from his bosom.
The imperial decree left by Taizong was a promise made during the collapse of the state. Whether he saw it or not didn't make much difference. But perhaps his clumsy efforts reached Taizong's ears, and the history of Yue gave him an echo.
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He saw it.
He wanted to do something, and he was ready to do something, but when it came down to it, he didn't dare to do anything.
This is truly laughable! As the ruler of a vast empire, the king of Yue for a thousand years, he's afraid! Afraid that he's still foolish, afraid that he'll once again blunder and make mistakes—and who else could patiently teach him to correct himself
At this time, he looked towards the Qiantang River.
There are fishermen on the Qiantang River.
This man had short whiskers and a weathered face. He wore a straw hat, a rain cape, carried a fishing spear on his back, held a bamboo pole in his hand, and stood on a bamboo raft with his feet.
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He came rowing a raft, using a bamboo pole to paddle.
Wen Jingxiu knew, this was the person he had been waiting for. Or rather, this was the person Yue Guo had been waiting for for many years. For many years, there had been no one to wait for.
It's not that this person doesn't want to come, nor is it that the other country doesn't want this person to come. It's just that the opportunity never came.
This is not a chance, it's the last choice for this country.
This fisherman pushed his bamboo raft closer, carefully looking at Wen Jingxiu for a while before sighing with regret and saying, "I never thought I'd return here after so many years. Sometimes I can't even remember where I was born."
“This country has made no special effort to preserve any memories for you,” Wen Jingxiu said. “Because any deliberate trace would escape the Star Witch’s eyes.”
The fisherman said earnestly, “But the Qiantang Tide has always been in my heart.”
"Li Mao" Wen Jingxiu looked at him.
The fisherman placed his hand on his heart and bowed his head in respect. "Your Majesty," he said.
Equal Nation's Guardian, Li Mao of Zhao Qian Sun Li!
“You no longer need to call me Your Majesty. From today onwards, there is no imperial house in Yue. In my capacity as the last monarch of Yue, I abolish all honors and privileges of the Wen clan and remove the status of the largest and final noble family in Yue!” Wen Jingxiu said: “I have established a Secret Council, and from now on, all major state affairs will be handled by the council, with nine members overseeing the governance. All court officials will come from official examinations. There will be no more nobility in Yue. From now on, regardless of whether your surname is Wen, Ge, or Bai, you are all equal. Every person born in Yue starts at the same point – Li Mao.”
He stared into the fisherman's eyes: "Is this the equality you want"
Now Li Mau is a citizen of the Equal Nation, and he carries with him the ideal of "equality."
But he shook his head. “Such a nation of immigrants would exist not because of equality. Equality is not a slogan, it is not a fragile ideal; equality is a force.”
The fundamental reason for the longevity of the Yue Kingdom's rule has always been summed up in two words: "checks and balances".
This has nothing to do with whether the Vietnamese people are hardworking and brave, or how many wise rulers and loyal ministers Vietnam has produced over the generations.
It is the restraint and undercurrents of various factions in the Southern Region that keep the incense at the ancestral temple of Yue Country, which lies like a tiger beside a sleeping dragon, burning brightly.
Since this country does not exist because of “equality.”
That true equality, naturally can't be said of.
Lacking the ability to protect oneself is not supported by one's own strength, therefore, regardless of how thoroughly new policies are implemented or how fair the new nation may be, it will be like water without a source or a tree without roots.
Wen Jingxiu understood.
He shook his head, though he was perfectly clear-headed. He couldn't help but ask, "After all these years outside, your horizons have broadened. Do you think present-day Yue Guo could entice the one who left to return"
Li Mao, who had left his homeland and witnessed the rise and fall of nations, looked at Yue Guo step by step to where it was today, feeling more complex emotions in his heart. He had a lot to say, but in the end, he just sighed: "No matter what, Yue Di from now on has nothing to do with Your Majesty or the Wen royal family."
Wén Jǐngxiù said bitterly: "By today, I no longer have the thought of a Wen clan's nation. I only hope that the people of Yue don't become inferior to others."
Gao Shi had told him more than once—
To recognize one's own impotence, to recognize that the end of any nation is bleak, no matter what one does, and then to think about whether or not to do anything.
But he seems to only truly understand this phrase today.
Teaching people, teaching them won't work. Teaching things, once is enough!
and there won't be a second chance.
Wen Jingxiu spread her arms wide, facing the Qiantang River, as if embracing it. Finally, she closed her eyes and said in a voice still full of anticipation: "Will this world become better"
Whoosh, the river wind pushed the tide.
A bamboo pole pierced diagonally through his neck.
The poleman said, "It can't get any worse."
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Wen Jingxiu's body began to fail, and the imperial dragon qi within him, following his last will, flowed into Li Mao. The imperial dragon qi transformed into two small dragons, one gold and one black. The former represented supreme honor, while the latter symbolized the sorrow of a lost nation.
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Two dragons flew together, then parted ways, each entering one of Li Mao's eyes.
Those two sad eyes, so deep, like a dragon submerged in the abyss.
Wen Jingxiu's hand loosened, the yellow scroll that he had held for a long time fell into Qian Tang. Before it touched the water, it was caught by Li Mao's rough hands.
That was a hand that fought the waves, full of the marks of time. Right there on the Qiantang River, it slowly unfolded the yellow axle.
The fisherman from the nation of Equality, Li Mao, who had weathered countless storms at sea, this rough-and-tumble man with a long pole in his hand and eyes like a swimming dragon, his aura rising steadily... suddenly burst into tears.
The wind blew the yellow silk, like autumn leaves dancing. There were no extra sentences on it, only two characters——
“Berlu”.
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> The most famous genius in Yue State history, a peerless prodigy vividly described in historical records!
> Although Boru is powerful, he may not be able to benefit the country.
"Berlu fled the country."
“Taizong killed his elder brother Beru in a river of misfortune, he was overwhelmed with grief.”
In that mirrored river of Vietnamese history, Jiang saw many illustrious figures of the country. Whether loyal or rebellious, they were defined differently in historical records, but in their final reflection, they fought for Vietnam.
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Only the extremely famous Boru, who could be ascended to by Boru, had Jiang Wang never seen.
Berlu was born in the year 2420 AD, during the late period of Emperor Wen Yuan's reign.
In the year 243 of the Daoli calendar, Yue Taizu Wenyuan, who founded the state and ruled the Yue Kingdom for ninety-eight years, officially abdicated. His third son, Wenzhong, ascended to the throne, becoming Yue Taizong.
Two years later, that is to say in the twenty-four hundred and thirty-fifth year of the Daoli calendar, Wenyuan died. Before his death, he specifically targeted Berlu and left behind the evaluation "cannot benefit the country."
Some say this shows Wen Yuan's wisdom in recognizing talent, while others say it was this very evaluation that created the rift between Bo Lu and Yue.
In 245 BCE, when he was thirty-eight years old, Beru rebelled against the Yan state and that same year led his army to confront the Yue state.
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In the year 2460, Wen Zhong killed Bo Lu at Huosui.
These are all chapters inscribed in history, which can be called "historical facts."
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But history books, are human-written.
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> Everyone makes mistakes.
No matter how hard one tries, with utmost sincerity and dedication to truth, there will inevitably be "missed words" or "errors". This could be due to limitations in one's perspective, understanding, being misled by others, or simply a lapse in attention.
Berlu was a deliberate "mistake."
He never truly died.
Yue Guo succeeded the Southern Chen dynasty's throne, and the Southern Chen had always been subservient to Chu's might.
Wen Zhong realized very early on that he was born too late. Chu was already a towering giant, having absorbed all the nourishment from the south, and it was impossible for the neighboring Yue to grow in its shadow.
Be a vine, a wild grass, and you can still have a space to survive.
To stand upright and compete for the sunlight in the same way is to be doomed to be crushed.
> Yue Guo has no future.
Although Berlu has natural talent, he absolutely cannot reach the pinnacle.
Just like himself, he had the ability to prove his way, but he couldn't move forward. The scenery at the peak of the world is the guillotine for those from overseas.
That's why there is the chapter "Berlu Invests in Yan," and that's why there is the great drama "The Emperor Fish Clothes, Calamity Water Kills Berlu."
Fish serves fish, and the fisherman also.
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Bo Lu died in misfortune, Li Mao transformed into a fisherman. He also, like a fish, returned to the sea and from then on went into seclusion.
According to Wen Zhong's original plan, he would let Bo Lu leave the country and achieve the status of a True Immortal abroad. After laying the foundation for a strong nation himself, he would abdicate and pursue his own path. He would wait for an opportunity and then call upon True Immortal Bo Lu to return to Yue, allowing him to also achieve the pinnacle of power in one fell swoop.
With such a situation, the Yue nation had two True Lords. Their national strength was further bolstered by supporting the new ruler as a True Lord. The three True Lords worked together to stabilize the Yue nation. This presented greater investment value, allowing entities like Shushan to invest more resources. It allowed them to stand tall against the Chu nation and expand eastward, seeking the possibility of establishing the second dominant power in the Southern Region.
Unfortunately, Wen Zhong did not live to see Beru become a true immortal. He was killed by the Chu people first. All his elaborate plans could only be swallowed back down. All his grand blueprints were just scraps of paper.
Zhang Hua's words are like a huge net, suffocating the people of Yue.
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A mere glance from Zhuge Yi could topple mountains and rivers.
This is the absolute suppression of power. In the face of such a terrifying disparity in strength, many schemes inevitably become jokes.
The vast Qian Tang Jiang River was so empty and quiet that it made one feel uneasy.
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The previous swallowing sky and earth, seemed like a dream—just like countless dreams of Yue people shattered over the years.
Wen Jingxiu's mortal body no longer existed, his gifts were in Li Mao's eyes.
A solitary raft, drifting across the river.
Li Mao stood barefoot on the bamboo raft. His feet were dark and rough, with scabs that formed from constantly being soaked and healing.
His breath is still rising.
At this moment, standing on the river surface with him was Zhou Si Xun, the naval commander of the Yue kingdom's water forces. He was also one of the nine secret envoys of the Yue kingdom appointed by Wen Jing Xiu in his last term.
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"I still can't believe it," said Zhou Si Xun, his voice muffled by the helmet. His visor obscured his expression, hiding his grief from view.
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"You don't believe anything" Li Mao asked.
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Zhou Sithun said: “Berlu has been dead for many years. Even if he had not died back then, he would be 1,508 years old today, far exceeding the lifespan of a true person!”
Li Mao raised his eyelids: "Who said I am a real person"
Zhou Sithun slowly said, "You are not also a descendant of the Dao."
Li Mao lowered his head and looked at his own hands. The rough calluses on them seemed to describe the hardships he had endured along the way.
In all that long time, he truly was unable to achieve enlightenment.
He was the most gifted prodigy in Yue Guo's history, attaining enlightenment at the age of thirty-seven. Bearing the immense hopes of Wen Zhong, he received the nation's full support and even during the pretense of surrendering to Yan, he seized the last glimmer of brilliance from Yan Guo's twilight.
He really should make it to the top. And as quickly and powerfully as possible.
But he did not do so.
The more eager one is, the farther away they fall short. That distance becomes a demon in the heart, evolving over time into an unbridgeable chasm.
The more he tried not to disappoint Wen Zhong, the farther he fell from achieving his goal!
When the news of Wen Zhu's death reached him, he was so devastated that he vomited blood, fell into madness, and almost died from it. He nearly sacrificed himself to be buried with his former lord. In a critical moment, he transformed into a ghost cultivator and started anew.
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He was no different from those who had accumulated knowledge and those who were well-prepared. Before embarking on the path of cultivating ghosts, he knew nothing about it. This is not an easy path to walk.
Only after a person dies do they become a ghost.
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Unwilling to die and unyielding in defeat, with heaven, earth, and time on their side, they could become ghosts.
From ancient times, this has been a choice made in desperation, the option taken by those with nowhere else to turn. In hardship and struggle, they bravely forge their path through thorns and treacherous trails.
He also painfully walked to this day.
Because I was born in Yue Guo, because I've experienced so much, and felt firsthand the injustices between nations, I chose to join Ping Deng Guo. My goal is to erase these injustices. To let people from Yue Guo, and any nation, all be "born equal," so that no one feels inferior.
Wen Jing Xiu's last words were exactly what he had been seeking his whole life.
"I am a true ghost," Li Mao said, "who will serve the Heavenly Ghost."
The two little dragons in his eyes had completely merged into the deep sea, transforming into gold and black flames. His raincoat burned into a black Taoist robe.
> Until we meet again, Qian Tang.
He got up and walked south.
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