In September, Meng Ao retreated.
When the news spread, the entire Xinzheng seemed to heave a sigh of relief.
Bai Yifei stood on an ancient bridge in the east of Xinzheng City, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed at the bottom of the water.
Beside him, Wei Zhuang, who had grown a little taller, stood tall and straight.
"Godfather doesn't seem to be happy that the Qin army has retreated.”Wei Zhuang said.
Now, he no longer had any qualms about calling Baiyifei his godfather. In fact, it had become a habit.
"Whether the Qin country withdraws or not has nothing to do with me.”Baiyifei said.
"Are you worried about Ji Wuye?" Wei Zhuang frowned and asked after some thought.”
Baiyifei did not hide anything from him.
" You're still too ignorant," Bai Yifei said with a smile." You can only see the waves on the surface of the water, but you can't see the raging waves at the bottom of the water.”
“……”
Wei Zhuang raised his eyes to look at the water surface. It was calm and he couldn't help but snort.
After thinking for a while, he said with some confidence,
"Since Godfather doesn't care about Ji Wuye, then Godfather should care about…the State of Qin?”
He knew that the State of Qin was powerful, but that was too far away from him after all.
Bai Yifei's eyes flashed with approval as he flicked Wei Zhuang's head.
"Go and practice your swordsmanship. Today, you should have one more…junior brother.”
Wei Zhuang clutched his head, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
He did not know why, but he felt that Baiyifei enjoyed hitting him sometimes.
After Wei Zhuang left, a person walked over from the bridge. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked no different from an ordinary citizen.
When he passed by Bai Yifei, the man left a message,
"He's here."
Bai Yifei chuckled and took off one of his shoes. After a certain young man got on the bridge, he threw the shoe on the bottom of the bridge.
"Kid, go down and pick up your shoes!”Baiyifei glared at the young man and said fiercely.
The youth revealed a shocked expression. As a descendant of the Xiang Gate, he had never encountered such a thing.
The young man's name was Zhang Liang, the grandson of the Han Country's prime minister, Zhang Kaidi.
After looking around, Zhang Liang glanced at Bai Yifei's face. He walked down the bridge helplessly and picked up the shoes for Bai Yifei.
"Help me put it on." Bai Yifei said when he saw Zhang Liang picking up the shoes.
“……”
Zhang Liang resisted the urge to throw the shoe at Bai Yifei's face. He knelt down respectfully and helped Bai Yifei put on the shoe.
After he was dressed, Zhang Liang stood up and asked,""Lord Marquis, can I leave now?"
"Hmm? Have you seen me before?" Bai Yi was not surprised.
He did not expect Zhang Liang to know who he was.
"I've seen Lord Marquis a few times from afar," said Zhang Liang.”
"This isn't good. Should I kill him to silence him?”Baiyifei muttered to himself.
Zhang Liang's eyelids twitched. Although he was young, he was not stupid. He had heard some legends about Bai Yifei.
" Lord Marquis, I am from the Zhang Clan…" Zhang Liang reported his clan name in a timely manner.
"Kneel down and acknowledge me as your master." Baiyifei said.
"Ah?" Zhang Liang was stunned.
"What's wrong? You don't want to?" Baiyifei narrowed his eyes.
"This…I need to discuss this with my parents and grandfather.”Zhang Liang said weakly.
"No, we have to keep this a secret.”Baiyifei said.
" But..." Zhang Liang's face revealed a troubled expression.
"If you don't acknowledge me as your master, your journey back might be very troublesome.”Baiyifei said with a smile. As he spoke, a layer of ice crystals covered Zhang Liang's clothes.
Under Zhang Liang's gaze, half of his sleeve disappeared along with the shattering of the ice crystals.
"Young Master Zhang is running around in the downtown area. I think everyone in Xinzheng will be happy to see him.”
Zhang Liang's face darkened.
"Do you want to defeat my master? Do you want to keep it a secret?" Baiyifei smiled.
"Master, please accept my bow.”
Zhang Liang knelt down and rolled his eyes.
"That's right. Take this bamboo scroll and memorize the contents within five days.”Baiyifei copied the Qimen Dunjia. He handed the Heavenly Support Scroll to Zhang Liang.
He wasn't worried about it being leaked. He had decided to impart the Qimen Dun Jia to Zhang Liang, but there was a risk of it being leaked.
Most importantly, not everyone could understand the meaning behind it.
Furthermore, Baiyifei had even reversed some of the sequence.
Even after Bai Yifei disappeared, Zhang Liang was still in a daze.
"How strange."
Zhang Liang stared blankly at the thick bamboo slips in his hands, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Let's read the contents of the bamboo slips first.”
In the end, Zhang Liang decided to go back and read the contents of the book first before considering whether to tell his family.
Bai Yifei did not pay too much attention to this. Zhang Liang was still young and needed to be nurtured slowly.
"The matter of Wei Zhuang is a little difficult to handle.”
Bai Yifei came to a forest and looked at Wei Zhuang, who was concentrating on practicing his swordsmanship. He rubbed his chin.
"If I don't meet Guigu 'zi in three months, I might have to go to the Cloud-Dream Mountain.”
Baiyifei was a little annoyed. He had initially approached Wei Zhuang as a preparation for the future. However, after these days of interaction, he really had the tendency to raise Wei Zhuang as his son.
"The Hundred Schools of Philosophy is also an important part. The identity of Wei Zhuang and Gui Gu's successor cannot be lost…"
Baiyifei's eyes lit up.
In this world, the Hundred Schools of Philosophy had a sense of transcendence.
For example, Chu Nan Gong could influence the entire Chu Country.
The Yin-Yang School of Mount Li also had a special status in the State of Qin.
The farmer family had 100,000 disciples, the Mohist School's City of Traps seemed to have left the world behind, the Confucian school's Little Sage Zhuang stood proudly in the Qi Kingdom, and the militarist Baiqi conquered the world without losing and killed more than a million people…
And there was even a legend of Gui Gu Zongheng, who would make the vassals fear him when he was angry, and the world would rest when he settled down.
The last time he saw Chu Nangong, Baiyifei could sense a hint of disdain from his attitude.
The reason was not hard to guess.
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