hority collapsed.By this time, the national situation is no longer a matter of responding or not. The question is whether it can still exist!Then, rainstorms rolled in, and Song Qingyue's voice echoed...Xie Baoshu felt that his surname, Xie, was simply fated to clash with Chongxuan's.

How come this family shows up everywhere

In such occasions of striving and ambition, there is a sense of profound elegance. Places like the Three-Part Incense Tower, which are known for their romantic allure, possess a subtle brilliance. Even when simply strolling down the street, one might encounter a trace of profound elegance.

How did Chong Xuan get someone to spy on me He's always targeting me, Xie Baoshu!

He wanted to ignore this trash, but after all, the other party was the eldest son of the Marquis of Bo望. Besides, thinking about that sun disk that had beaten him unconscious...

"Oh, I was in such a hurry just now that I didn't see you!" Xie Baoshu bowed and said, "Greetings, sir. I didn't expect that at your age, you would still be working so hard!"

He considered himself a man of fortitude, capable of both humility and resilience, but there was still a hint of sarcasm in his words.

A man of his age still frequenting brothels, is this how a respectable family like the Zhongs behaves

Zhong Xuanming laughed heartily, waving his hand and saying, "A treasured sword never grows old, so there's no need to talk about getting stronger with age."

Xie Baoshu was stunned.

It was actually taken as a compliment.

Can't you even understand such a superficial satire Do you only count it as an insult if I say it to your face

Zhong Xuanming Guang didn't care what this junior thought. He said seriously, "A Shu, Uncle Master heard that you have some disagreements with my niece Sheng'er and Qingyangzi"

As soon as he mentioned this, Xie Baoshu perked up.

It's more than just a grudge!

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Now all the young masters in Linzi are calling him Xie Xiaobao behind his back! Doesn't he know who is spreading the word

As the saying goes, retribution always comes in due time.

That Jiang Qingyang, recently carried away with success, took a heavy fall and still hasn't returned to Linzi.

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He didn't kick twice while he had the chance, all his military strategies were for nothing.

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The story of "broken sleeves" was spread by him, Xie Baoshui!

After seeing his current state, he won't dare show his face in public anymore!

Of course, he smiled politely and humbly: "Uncle, you're being too kind. Young people like us don't take things seriously. A few words of disagreement are nothing to worry about. Uncle, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten all about it!"

Zhong Xuanming looked at him half-believing, "Really"

Xie Baoshu said earnestly, "Nephew, you speak from the heart!"

“That would be best.” Chong Xuanming spoke with the demeanor of an elder, his voice grave: “There have been some rumors circulating in Linzi recently, but they are all baseless and harmless. If you have any thoughts about this, it’s best to suppress them. As your uncle, I advise you that the waters here are too deep for you to navigate.”

Xie Baoshu really wanted to roll his eyes, but after all, he was on the street. A noble's demeanor had to be maintained.

“I’ve learned something.” He said it very politely.

Zhen Xuanming, with a look of satisfaction on his face as though he were teaching a child, nodded. "Alright, Uncle Shi, if you have other matters to attend to, we'll stop here for today. Young man, spend more time cultivating and don't always frequent brothels!"

Even Xie Baoshu, known for his patience, was starting to lose it.

You're over sixty and you're coming to a brothel I'm just in my twenties, how could I possibly not come!

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Fortunately, Chong Xuanming had already gotten his fill and hopped into the palanquin.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he wouldn't beat up an old person on the street.

Lord Chongxuan's palanquin returned straight to his private residence in the north of the city.

This mansion encompassed the land of both its left and right neighbors, sprawling across a vast expanse. Its layout was exquisitely elegant and tasteful. In terms of opulence, it was no less impressive than the residence of the Marquis of Bowang.

Zhong Xuanming changed out of his overly flamboyant clothes, removed the scent of rouge from his skin, and donned more respectable attire before setting off in a different palanquin toward the residence of Marquis Bo Wang.

The sedan chair was not the kind of showy one used when visiting brothels. It was dignified and stately.

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Uncle Zhongxuan is unmatched in coaxing his grandfather's cultivation, truly the best of the Zhongxuan family.

The sedan chair entered the residence of Marquis Bowang. After paying respects to the old master and exchanging pleasantries, Xuan Mingguang finally gracefully turned towards the back garden, to seek out his own brilliant son.

At this time, Chong Xuan, whose fame had reached Linzi, was lazily leaning on a chaise lounge, reading a book with one hand. The other hand rested casually on the armrest, and the sun wheel, moon wheel, and star wheel, three wheels, were suspended and rotating in his palm, giving off a kind of magical charm.

It's truly a state of practice and leisure, where both are seamlessly integrated.

Upon seeing his own father coming over, he just casually smiled and said, "I just got two new Eastern Pearls. Father mentioned the other day that the inner house seemed to be lacking something. Might as well use these to decorate."

As for a grand figure like Chong Xuan Mingguang who regards wealth as dirt, naturally he waved his hand and said: "Father is here to find you for a serious matter, not to beg for money."

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He paused, then nonchalantly added, "How much Anything less than two ounces just doesn't matter."

Zhong Xuan’s eyes were still on the scroll, and he casually replied, "Six ounces."

Zhong Xuanming's face was full of smiles as he said, "Oh, hahaha!"

Rubbing his hands together, he immediately regained his composure and said, "Let's talk about something serious."

Chongxuan respectfully put away the sun, moon, and star wheels. He also placed his book down, covering it with his abdomen, and looked at his father with deference. "What do you say"

Zhong Xuanyiming was very pleased with this and said proudly, "Did you hear about Xiao Sheng's situation"

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"I heard," said Chongxuan, nodding.

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Zhong Xuanyiming, with a slightly smug expression, asked: "What are your plans"

Zhong Xuan shook his head. "This situation is too chaotic, and it's easy to get burned. I'm still watching."

Zhong Xuanming shook his head and sighed: "You're still too naive. You don't know how treacherous people can be. Your fat younger brother, and his friend Qingyangzi, are not good people at all. They robbed us, they were so ruthless! Now that they have a chance, how could you let them go"

"Oh!"

He gave a "you're on your own" look to Chongxuan Zun, and said: “But don't worry, I'm here! As the saying goes, Heaven has its cycles, and even the heavens spare someone. You can rest assured that your father has already taken care of this matter properly. Just focus on your cultivation, establish yourself in Sheng Lou, ascend to godhood as soon as possible, and this will ease your father’s worries. If I hadn't been busy taking care of you back then, your father would have…" He sighed and stopped talking.

Zhong Xuan's face was full of surprise.

I wasn't surprised by the last bit Heavy Xuan Grandfather said, vaguely hinting that he once had visions of a god. I've heard it for so many years, my ears are practically calloused. Pretending to believe it is all I can do.

What surprised him was the phrase "proper handling".

“You…” He sat up. “What did Father do”

When asked about his advantage, Chongxuanming laughed heartily: "The matter of Qingyangzi bribing Zheng Shi with heavy gold to evade his mission at the Beiyamen and neglect his duties, who do you think spread it"

Zhong Xuan's face turned black with anger.

This is going to make Zheng Shi hate me to death.

After returning from the Yellow River confluence, he repeatedly showed good faith to Beiya, hoping to ease the tension. He didn't ask Zheng Shi and his son to help him, at least let them weigh their options when helping Jiang Wang. He made a lot of effort, and finally saw some progress...

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More importantly...adding fuel to the fire at this time, isn't that helping Jiang Wang

He sighed deeply in his heart and forced a smile. "Father, you're getting older, so it's best to rest more. These things are not difficult for your son, just let me handle them."

"Haha, just a small test of my skills as a father!"

Zhong Xuanming didn't realize the problem at all. He was quite proud of himself for being able to show off in front of his genius son: "Don't worry, no one will find out. When I arrived just now, I even warned that Xie family kid to be honest. Everyone would definitely think that I am very protective of Jiang Wang, this young man from the Zhongxuan family."

Zhonghuan obediently lay back down, covering his face with a book.

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There's no three hundred ounces of silver here!s life, he struck out with one last blow——A darkness deeper than the longest night erupted from his apex, revealing a terrifying emptiness, spreading like a tide and slaying enemies at an infinite dis...