raknovel Chapter 117 An'an's Revenge
Chapter 117 An'an's Revenge
Chapter 117 An'an's Revenge
Internal strife and external enemies.
As the old saying goes, adversity can build a nation.
But since there are so many of these in the Great Liang, there's no need to "prosper" them anymore; they can be buried directly.
"Humans are born, grow old, get sick, and die; the change of dynasties is also a natural phenomenon."
"The period from the Western Zhou to the Eastern Zhou lasted for eight hundred years, but the Warring States period in the later period was actually a nominal existence. The Tang Dynasty, which was known as the Great Tang Dynasty, only lasted for two hundred and eighty-nine years."
"The Liang Dynasty has now existed for three hundred years. What is prosperous must decline. It has already entered the final stage of its reign and its fate is about to end."
Sheng Wansong, through the miraculous effects of the "Sacred Heart Manual," can achieve immortality.
If a dynasty is to be forcibly extended, it must rely on such a heaven-defying, fate-altering power to possibly achieve it.
The Liang Dynasty lacked such power, and its demise was inevitable.
The important question is what dynasty would follow Liang.
Shangguan Hong shook his head and sighed, "I'm not sorry for the Liang Dynasty, but I'm worried about the common people."
In ancient times, communication was underdeveloped. They learned of Marshal Ye's defeat, but the farmers in the fields were completely unaware. They continued to work tirelessly, sweating profusely, and after finishing their daily work, they would smile as they looked at the golden wheat ears covering the ground, looking forward to the autumn harvest that would come soon.
Unaware that catastrophe was imminent.
Even if we told them, they probably wouldn't understand, and wouldn't even be able to point out which direction Yuan Kingdom was located.
Sheng Wansong casually said, "If Sister Hong wishes, she can also establish her own force to specifically protect displaced people."
Shangguan Hong seemed thoughtful, clearly quite interested in the suggestion.
Building up a force is not something that can be done overnight. Shangguan Hong only has this idea, and whether it can be put into practice is still unknown.
The group traveled south and gradually returned to the land that Sheng Wansong was very familiar with.
Yuzhou.
Chu Xiangcheng was not the capital of Yuzhou, but it was still a large city.
After Sheng Wansong became famous, this previously little-known city also rose to prominence and gradually began to appear in people's mouths.
After entering the territory of Yuzhou, Sheng Wansong frequently heard the name of Chu Xiangcheng.
Most of the scenic spots that are mentioned by others are well-known, but I've never heard of most of them.
Yet others say he frequents the place, and some have even written poems praising certain attractions.
I also listened to those poems by Wansong, and they were quite well written.
Several of the poems are written with lofty aspirations and magnificent momentum, clearly the work of a master. I wonder who wrote them under his name.
Sheng Wansong never intended to be a plagiarist, but unexpectedly, he was forced to become one without doing anything.
Life is truly unpredictable.
"I never expected Wan Song to have such poetic talent."
Ouyang Xue's eyes sparkled as she looked at Sheng Wansong with anticipation, as if hoping he would compose a poem on the spot.
"Wan Song was a graduate of an academy before entering the martial arts world."
Shangguan Hong chimed in, "It's a pity that we've never heard Wansong compose a poem or essay along the way."
An Lan danced with joy, praising Sheng Wansong's abilities, "Master is amazing! He recited a poem when we first arrived in Chu Xiang!"
Once everyone's attention was on her, An Lan stood up and recited the poem.
"The sun shines brightly in the ancient city at dawn, the south and north gates are bustling with noise, the melon seller's melons aren't ripe yet, overturn the stall and don't let him run away!"
Her recitation was so vivid and expressive that even Sheng Wansong wanted to skip out on his bill and run away.
After the poem was recited, the two older sisters were alright; they just covered their faces and chuckled.
Sima Ling started slamming her hands on the table and bursting into laughter without any attempt to hide it.
"Although this poem may seem comical, the details reveal the author's skill."
Nie Xiaoqian, who was hiding in the fan to nurture her soul, also made a rare appearance to join in the fun. "Young Master Sheng has such good poetic talent, but I wonder when you can seriously compose a poem for the sisters to appreciate."
"We'll see, we'll see."
Sheng Wansong took a sip of tea and glanced at Sima Ling.
So you're the one laughing the most, aren't you?
You'll have a hard time from now on.
In his inner notebook of hatred, Sheng Wansong added a line for Sima Ling and Mu Haitang.
Mu Haitang, as the master, failed to discipline the students properly and should be punished accordingly.
Sheng Wansong looked at An Lan. He had just casually recited a doggerel, but he never expected that this girl would still remember it.
"An'an, how's your martial arts training going?"
An Lan immediately stood up. "Master, you said I needed to create three more moves, and I've already created two!"
She looked smug, as if she wanted praise.
Sheng Wansong, however, found it hard to believe. He had been indulging in debauchery on the Qingmu pleasure boat and hadn't paid any attention to An Lan's situation. But was creating techniques really that simple?
But given An Lan's personality, Sheng Wansong didn't think she would deceive him.
"I'll also take this opportunity to settle your score with Chu Xiang this time. You can show me the moves you created then."
Hatred and resentment.
An Lan was taken aback at first, then remembered.
The Lü family of Chu Xiang.
In the past, a captain under the Chu Xiang Lü family led a team to massacre Tengmu Village and cut off the villagers' tendons in their hands and feet to sell as medical supplies.
It was Sheng Wansong who saved Anlan at that time and gained her wholehearted faith.
An Lan thought she had forgotten all those past events.
But once it was mentioned, the anger and resentment that had long since disappeared surged back into his heart.
It turns out she had never forgotten her hatred; it was just that she was always by her master's side, and his existence was far more important than revenge, so her feelings of respect and love overshadowed it.
Now her master has personally spoken up, saying he wants her to take revenge.
An Lan's hatred resurfaced.
Is that so? The day of revenge has arrived.
Her emotions gradually became heightened, and the dark power of the "Doomsday Martial Codex" seeped out from her body.
Shangguan Hong and Ouyang Xue had heard about An Lan's grievances, but Sima Ling knew nothing about them.
Upon learning the reason, Sima Ling was immediately filled with righteous indignation and wanted to help An Lan take action.
An Lan replied coldly, "This is my own business."
Sima Ling couldn't understand why they had become so cold to each other in just a few days when they were on the pleasure boat, when they were still loving partners.
"Wan Song".
An Lan was still too young, and Sima Ling wasn't the only one worried about her.
Shangguan Hong took the initiative to speak, pleading with Sheng Wansong, "Although An'an is exceptionally talented, she is still a young girl after all. It would be too dangerous for her to do this alone."
"The Lü family is, after all, a martial family, and they have many experts among them. Let us help her."
Sheng Wansong calmly put down his teacup.
His gaze swept over the group of people, who were all staring at him nervously, as if afraid he would disagree.
Sheng Wansong shook his head. "When did I say no?"
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"I never said that An'an had to do it herself."
"However, Lu Qinghou's life must be taken by An'an herself."
Compared to the excitement of the others, An'an, the person involved, was the most composed. "I won't let my master down!"
She picked up the teapot and poured tea into Sheng Wansong's cup.
"It's good to have more people, so that everything goes smoothly and I can dedicate myself to my master."
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