Peace Order
Chapter 434 - 3: World Turmoil, Finally Seeing Shaking Light

Chapter 434: Chapter 3: World Turmoil, Finally Seeing Shaking Light

"Yan Xuanji? I’ve never heard such a name..."

"You still have so many friends, after all, you are the Master." Yao Lianrong reflected, coming from a poor family, he came here to do some work for the Master, but also to audit his teachings. Therefore, in his eyes, the Master was the most incredible person in the world.

Ten years ago, in that heavy rain, the Master suddenly appeared in this southern city, and then opened a private school with only a dozen students. The Master must have had the talent of a scholar, but he did not delve deeply into it, only giving them basic education, and then sent them to other private schools to study.

Yao Lianrong had also audited other private schools, but he discovered that the things those well-read Confucian scholars eagerly talked about were occasionally inferior to what the Master had casually said during the basic teachings. Yao Lianrong knew, this was a fundamental difference.

Phoenix casually revealed a bit, incomparable even by those Confucian scholars who disputed over who was the Master.

Thus, he returned once again to the Master’s side.

Just now, the Master had taught him both literary and martial arts; only then did he realize what peerless talent was.

Today, while tidying up, Yao Lianrong stowed the letter away carefully, then helped the Master’s wife clean up the yard, fed the chickens, and squatted there stretching out his arms to dig; it took quite an effort to pull out two eggs, but he was pecked by the old hen until his arms were bruised blue and purple.

His Master’s wife asked him why he had come early today, and the young man respectfully replied:

"I remember the Master arrived on these days ten years ago."

"Previously, doing odd jobs, I saved some money and bought some meat and wine to give to the Master."

"After that, I will return."

The woman, whose temples had turned all white, upon seeing the name on that letter, a trace of shock crossed her face, and for the longest time, raising her eyes, she looked around, the familiar plants and trees suddenly giving her a sense of trance, and finally she gently smiled, saying, "Good child."

"But even though your Master doesn’t like these days, he will still appreciate your filial piety; today, don’t leave yet."

"Let’s have a meal together."

"Ah, won’t that be too much of a disturbance to the Master and his wife?"

The woman just gently smiled and asked, what disturbance?

She didn’t put away the letter but placed it on the table.

Yao Lianrong scratched his head, smiled sheepishly, a little embarrassed but already hearing footsteps; turning his head, he saw a Master of around fifty, carrying a fishing rod, dressed in a blue robe, and his basket full of fish.

Yao Lianrong went to look, indeed seeing many plump fish.

Chen Country, possessing Jiangnan with its rich water sources, had plentiful aquatic catches, the folks all had some fishing skills, but hence, the more plump the fish, the more they avoided the many skilled fishermen, being extremely cunning and hard to catch.

But the Master always caught many every time.

Each time exactly six, neither more nor fewer.

Previously, some had thought that the Master was merely frolicking while fishing, but after such several months, those fishing men gradually came to admire him, realizing he wasn’t just a scholar without the strength to truss a chicken’s feet; indeed, the Master could teach, drink, fish, and also manage a good rice field and split firewood well.

Looking at the stars, he knew tomorrow’s weather.

Never getting lost, he could also predict the rise and fall of water levels and the strength of the winds.

Yao Lianrong simply felt that in this vast world, there could not be anyone more formidable than his own Master; looking at all these fish, eagerly said, "Mr. Pang, I’ll handle these!"

"Hehe, today one braised, one grilled, and one steamed."

"The rest hanging in the water, we can still eat another day."

Pang Shuiyun smiled and said, "Just as you say." The young man went carrying things, and Pang Shuiyun wiped his hands, then saw a few more letters on the table, earlier letters just from friends he made over the years, inviting him for leisure; Pang Shuiyun replied to each.

Gently agreeing to the invitations.

Then he looked at the last letter, saw the name on it.

Yan Xuanji.

It was only a moment, the still bouncing fish, the chickens, ducks, and geese furiously chasing Yao Lianrong, and the cicadas chatter on the summer trees all suddenly fell silent.

As if plunging into an ice cave!

Pang Shuiyun gripped the letter, veins bulging on his palm, as if he could hear the sounds of shouting and of sword clashes ringing by his ears, his gaze lifting, but he ultimately set down the letter, did not immediately open it, then went to have a meal with his Disciple.

Pang Shuiyun remained as usual.

Only after watching that young man leave, did he slowly walk back, mind calm.

Tore open the letter.

Scanning through the words on this letter, Pang Shuiyun’s calm emotions once again surged, Yan Xuanji’s style represented that his letters would never be about excess wording, extremely plain and direct, yet also because of this, the impact was intense.

Yan Xuanji talked about the affairs of Jiangzhou City.

Added, "We escorted General Yue out of Jiangzhou City, reached the border, though the Lord exhausted Primordial Qi to protect General Yue’s vital Qi, General Yue still feigned death without waking, we don’t know how to decide, whether to stay here or break away from Chen Country."

"Some brothers believe, although the Emperor of Chen Country is detestable, what fault is it of the citizens."

"They leave, the defense lines are wide open, countless die or get injured, yet others believe that with General Yue here, it’s still not safe, still disturbed."

"Yue Qianfeng rushed here, he said the first time he broke into the Imperial Palace and left, a young strategist found him a dwelling, and that strategist gave him three brocade bags, saying when General Yue is rescued, to open the first one."

"We opened it, that young strategist."