This idea is not good
The deputy commander of the Jinyiwei, actually hiding money under the bed?
The Jinyiwei is known for being omnipresent, it’s said that even the emperor of the Chen dynasty knew what his subjects talked about with their concubines at night. But to not spare even his own superior’s hiding spot for money, that’s just too exaggerated.
Mo Li couldn’t help but glance at Gong Jun, who showed no irritation but instead a gratified smile.
“You’ve considered this very thoroughly.”
“It’s what I should do.”
Mo Li: “……”
So, how exactly does one carry a box and also manage to take away eight cats at the same time?
Doctor Mo was sure the patient he just treated wasn’t that strong, not a huge man who kills enemies on the battlefield, definitely not intimidating enough to fool a cat. His martial arts were decent, likely able to catch up with the fleeing cats.
But the problem is, it’s not just one cat, but eight.
Could it be that all were stuffed into a bamboo box, the spacious kind with gaps? And then, right hand a box of valuables, left hand a box of cats? Wouldn’t the cats fight inside the box?
Mo Li fell into deep thought.
Fortunately, the situation wasn’t so dire that Gong Jun had to abandon his post and flee, and this member of the Jinyiwei wasn’t capable of taking the cats up the mountain. Just the thought of facing eight cats made Mo Li a bit uneasy.
No, he wasn’t afraid of cats, just respectfully cautious of them.
The Jinyiwei who took the risk to come report to Gong Jun was named Cui Changxin, who, aside from an arrow wound, had minor blood marks on his arm and face from being scratched by branches while passing through the woods.
Mo Li looked carefully and confirmed they weren’t scratches from cats.
He remembered the claws of cats well.
“……Tongzhi, the situation is unclear at the moment, shall we leave Dragon Claw Peak?” The Jinyiwei centurion next to him said urgently, his voice particularly low, obviously intending to avoid Mo Li.
“With rebellions and the previous dynasty’s Imperial Teacher, now this Emperor Li’s tomb is completely a hot potato, it’s better to leave sooner rather than later!”
The nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain are connected, one can go from Dragon Claw Peak to the other three peaks.
Xiao Baihu’s words made sense, but the problem was—
Gong Jun silently looked at Mo Li a zhang away, in front of a supreme expert this distance is almost like none, it’s better to just speak openly.
“Xiao Baihu, how many of us died today?”
“Seventy-four.”
Qingwu Ancestor killed more than thirty people, the rest are buried under the ruins of the Liuhe Temple.
Those who survived are all injured.
“We couldn’t act during the torrential rain, and there were gangs of martial artists surrounding us, now… even if we want to leave, we have to dig out their bodies, we can’t just let them continue lying here.”
Besides, Gong Jun also remembered those Jinyiwei who died on the mountain path.
Gong Jun sighed: “After all, it was me who brought them out.”
Xiao Baihu hurriedly persuaded: “What are you saying, investigating the sudden fog at dusk around Shangyun Mountain and the large gathering of martial artists at Dragon Claw Peak was the commander’s order to the Tongzhi, it’s not like you brought people here privately.”
“If we hadn’t come to Liuhe Temple…”
“If we hadn’t come, you wouldn’t have encountered me and Meng Qi.” Mo Li suddenly interjected.
Xiao Baihu was startled, these Jinyiwei originally thought encountering Imperial Teacher Meng was like a death sentence, right?
On second thought, maybe it really could have been worse.
If Qingwu Ancestor wanted to escalate things, he wouldn’t spare them, these Jinyiwei, whether they went to Liuhe Temple or not, the originally hidden Jinyiwei on Dragon Claw Peak wouldn’t exist anymore?
Gong Jun suddenly remembered something, his expression changed.
“Previously, this official captured a notorious bandit and ordered him to be escorted back to the capital for trial. Have you encountered him?”
Cui Changxin shook his head, saying, “I have not encountered him.”
A silence fell over the group, knowing that those people’s fates were likely grim.
Xiao Baihu forced a response, “Maybe we just didn’t run into them…”
Gong Jun waved his hand dismissively, dejectedly saying, “Changxin came from the capital. In order to find out exactly what happened, he must have visited the Ministry of Punishment, the Dali Temple, and the capital’s yamen, and should have also contacted the Jinyiwei stationed in various parts of the capital and those on assignment outside the city. If they had successfully returned, there must be a place where he could have met them.”
Cui Changxin lowered his gaze, silently nodding.
“Damn Qingwu Ancestor!” Everyone cursed.
After cursing, they rolled up their sleeves to dig through the ruins of Liuhe Temple.
Since everyone was injured, progress was slow.
Mo Li saw them struggling with heavy objects and lent a hand.
Those martial artists who had been staying at a distance also ran over to start digging. Xiao Baihu said there were no treasures here; they were just collecting the bodies of their comrades.
Unbelieving, they insisted on digging.
Gong Jun laughed in anger, having no choice but to order his men to watch those people, to prevent the bodies of their colleagues from being desecrated by their shovels.
—To expect these martial artists to work for free was obviously out of the question.
One side tried to dissuade, the other didn’t listen.
One side dug, the other stood guard.
Thus, conflicts naturally arose.
The martial artists who dared to stay were not weak, their skills comparable to that of Cui Changxin.
And for someone like Cui Changxin, Gong Jun could take on eight of them without needing Mo Li’s help.
Could the world’s number one swordsman be so renowned for nothing?
When Cui Changxin was about to make a move, Gong Jun directly shielded his subordinate behind him.
Mo Li, with an interest in appraising sword techniques, watched as Gong Jun floored everyone.
Gong Jun practiced a lethal sword technique, which, despite being refined to perfection for control, inevitably left some wounds.
—A few superficial injuries meant nothing, but losing face did.
The bamboo swordsman was only known by name in the martial arts world, not seen in person. With these martial artists’ perception, it would be hard to unveil Gong Jun’s identity. They only felt his swordsmanship was bizarre and his martial skills were excessively high, yet he seemed to have no reputation in the martial arts world.
It was only when they saw the official Jinyiwei swords on the others that their expressions drastically changed.
“To think they are the dogs of the officials!”
“What a waste of good martial skills!”
They grumbled and cursed, and Gong Jun cut off their hair with a single sword strike, silencing them. They sulkily hid to the side, as if to watch the Jinyiwei dig for treasures.
After two hours, when they realized there were indeed only bodies in the ruins and were under the cold gaze of Gong Jun, they slunk away.
Mo Li knew that these people were willing to leave mainly because they began to doubt the existence of the imperial tomb’s treasures.
Their belief had waned, and another reason was Gong Jun’s swordsmanship; those with inferior martial skills felt as if they had narrowly escaped death and subconsciously felt fear.
Mo Li’s martial skills would not have such a good “intimidating” effect.
Including Cui Changxin, the Jinyiwei were also surprised. They only knew that Gong Jun’s martial skills were good and he was quick, but no one knew to what extent his skills reached.
It wasn’t that his skills were a closely guarded secret unknown to anyone; people just thought they were merely “good,” better than most of theirs. This impression was due to Gong Jun’s low profile, his habit of not showing off his skills, rarely engaging in fights, and because three years ago, Meng Qi made a bloody entrance into the North Zhenfu Commissioner’s office, and Gong Jun survived by luck but was “seriously injured” and even shamelessly claimed credit for stopping Meng Qi from entering the Forbidden Palace.
This made people look down on him.
Some even ridiculed behind his back that Gong Jun was good at running away, able to save his own life, but in reality was as timid as a mouse.
Gong Jun’s subordinates naturally wouldn’t think poorly of him, but they too had developed a misguided perception.
Previously, when they were attacked on the mountain path by a group of men in black, Gong Jun was suppressed in combat by Qingwu Ancestor’s eldest disciple. Coupled with the Jinyiwei being caught in a difficult battle, they still did not have a clear concept of Gong Jun’s strength, until now—
The Jinyiwei were dumbfounded, initially frightened that such a formidable deputy commander could not defeat the masked leader among the men in black, then they thought of Meng Qi, and finally, their gaze fell on Mo Li.
“Tongzhi…”
Gong Jun twitched his lips, clearly telling his subordinates, “In terms of martial arts, I cannot win against the doctor.”
Everyone gasped, their expressions complex.
Such good medical skills, such high martial arts, and looking so young and extraordinary…
Cui Changxin was the first to ask, “May I know where the doctor practices medicine, and if you have a renowned name in the medical community?”
“I wander the world, with no fixed abode. I am but a nameless person, you need not concern yourself with me,” Mo Li said indifferently, then suddenly blinked, thoughtfully adding, “Unless you wish to pay for the consultation?”
Cui Changxin was taken aback.
Gong Jun pulled out a silver ingot, wiping away the official stamp at the bottom with his finger, and said solemnly, “This is all the money I have on me, consider it a deposit. Once we return to Taijing, I will make up the difference to the doctor.”
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the dark forest.
“You sure know how to calculate, to keep the doctor alive for the consultation fee, am I right?”
Meng Qi leisurely walked out, his soft sword rewrapped around his waist, his clothes fluttering in the wind, untouched by dirt.
Even the shoes he wore were spotlessly clean, from a distance, he appeared like a poet strolling in a garden, missing only a wine cup or a folding fan in his hand to recite poetry as he walked.
If he sang while walking, he would seem even more like a hermit.
His demeanor was elegant and lofty.
Seeing such a figure in the dense forest was truly dazzling, almost prompting one to bow and inquire where this hermit came from.
Unfortunately, the Jinyiwei would not think so.
“Imperial Teacher Meng.”
Gong Jun stepped back, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.
Meng Qi paid him no mind, walking straight up to Mo Li.
“How did you get here?” Mo Li asked.
“Many martial artists have poured into the valley, unable to find the treasure and trapped inside, desperately searching,” Meng Qi sighed, then said, “It was their arrival that brought news to me, informing me that the imperial troops had reached the base of the mountain.”
“They also brought cannons,” Cui Changxin quickly added.
Meng Qi’s expression darkened, a hint of anger appearing.
Regardless of whether the imperial troops would enter the mountain, just the act of bombarding the mountain with cannons would surely anger the dragon veins.
Mo Li worriedly said, “Now that the capital is under martial law, and Lu Zhang has laid traps, those in the inner court conspiring with Qingwu Ancestor might not act rashly. However, Qingwu Ancestor, located at Dragon Claw Peak, might not be willing to let matters rest, and it’s uncertain what trouble may arise.”
“He’s very clever, hiding in the valley without making a move, probably won’t show himself until dawn,” Meng Qi expressed his dissatisfaction, then straightforwardly put his arm around Mo Li’s shoulder, half pushing, half persuading him to a side for a private whisper.
Doctor Mo was quite puzzled, wondering why not just use a secret transmission to communicate if they didn’t want to be overheard.
Why act as if avoiding others, causing him to involuntarily tense up, thinking they were about to discuss something very private.
But Meng Qi opened with complaints.
The martial artists were of no use, the Jinyiwei commands were futile, and on such a large Dragon Claw Peak, only Mo Li could be of help.
“Doctor, let’s take advantage of the night to destroy those cannons!”
“The imperial tomb’s treasures…”
“The treasures are not as important as the doctor. No matter how skilled we are in martial arts, facing countless cannons, we are bound to slip up. Even if the mountain paths are difficult and the cannons can’t be transported up, there are still variables. If Qingwu Ancestor escapes his predicament and, seeing the cannons, takes delight in hunting and carries one off, how could those imperial troops possibly stop him?”
Mo Li pondered for a moment, admitting Meng Qi’s logic was sound.
With Qingwu Ancestor’s penchant for whimsical ideas and his belief in them, no one knew what he might do.
“He’s set on breaking the dragon veins, carrying a cannon to the highest peak of Shangyun Mountain, and then firing at the summit. It’s not beyond him to do such a thing.”
Meng Qi grew more annoyed the more he thought about it. Why is the most important spiritual vein of Shangyun Mountain just at the summit? It’s not hidden at all!
Mo Li mused, “Do we have a way to make him believe the dragon veins have already been destroyed?”
“Actually, when spiritual energy leaks and vegetation grows wildly, it looks just like the appearance of dragon veins manifesting…”
Meng Qi’s voice trailed off, looking at Mo Li.
“Doctor, you might have to revert to your original form to play a part in this act.”
The author has something to say:
Today we’re discussing a not-so-common (and hopefully not yet clichéd) descriptive phrase, “轩然霞举 (magnificent and awe-inspiring).”
From “Shi Shuo Xin Yu” (A New Account of Tales of the World): “During the Hai Xi era, when the officials went to court each morning, the court hall was still dark; only when Ling Ji Wang [令稽王] arrived, it was as if the morning glow lifted, surrounding him with clouds and light, illuminating the hall. Ah, such a beauty!”
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Author: Meng Qi, demonstrating “轩然霞举”!
Meng Qi: If the doctor is here, I’ll demonstrate; otherwise, forget it.
Then a fat mouse rode by on a red cloud.
Author: ……
This idea is not good
The deputy commander of the Jinyiwei, actually hiding money under the bed?
The Jinyiwei is known for being omnipresent, it’s said that even the emperor of the Chen dynasty knew what his subjects talked about with their concubines at night. But to not spare even his own superior’s hiding spot for money, that’s just too exaggerated.
Mo Li couldn’t help but glance at Gong Jun, who showed no irritation but instead a gratified smile.
“You’ve considered this very thoroughly.”
“It’s what I should do.”
Mo Li: “……”
So, how exactly does one carry a box and also manage to take away eight cats at the same time?
Doctor Mo was sure the patient he just treated wasn’t that strong, not a huge man who kills enemies on the battlefield, definitely not intimidating enough to fool a cat. His martial arts were decent, likely able to catch up with the fleeing cats.
But the problem is, it’s not just one cat, but eight.
Could it be that all were stuffed into a bamboo box, the spacious kind with gaps? And then, right hand a box of valuables, left hand a box of cats? Wouldn’t the cats fight inside the box?
Mo Li fell into deep thought.
Fortunately, the situation wasn’t so dire that Gong Jun had to abandon his post and flee, and this member of the Jinyiwei wasn’t capable of taking the cats up the mountain. Just the thought of facing eight cats made Mo Li a bit uneasy.
No, he wasn’t afraid of cats, just respectfully cautious of them.
The Jinyiwei who took the risk to come report to Gong Jun was named Cui Changxin, who, aside from an arrow wound, had minor blood marks on his arm and face from being scratched by branches while passing through the woods.
Mo Li looked carefully and confirmed they weren’t scratches from cats.
He remembered the claws of cats well.
“……Tongzhi, the situation is unclear at the moment, shall we leave Dragon Claw Peak?” The Jinyiwei centurion next to him said urgently, his voice particularly low, obviously intending to avoid Mo Li.
“With rebellions and the previous dynasty’s Imperial Teacher, now this Emperor Li’s tomb is completely a hot potato, it’s better to leave sooner rather than later!”
The nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain are connected, one can go from Dragon Claw Peak to the other three peaks.
Xiao Baihu’s words made sense, but the problem was—
Gong Jun silently looked at Mo Li a zhang away, in front of a supreme expert this distance is almost like none, it’s better to just speak openly.
“Xiao Baihu, how many of us died today?”
“Seventy-four.”
Qingwu Ancestor killed more than thirty people, the rest are buried under the ruins of the Liuhe Temple.
Those who survived are all injured.
“We couldn’t act during the torrential rain, and there were gangs of martial artists surrounding us, now… even if we want to leave, we have to dig out their bodies, we can’t just let them continue lying here.”
Besides, Gong Jun also remembered those Jinyiwei who died on the mountain path.
Gong Jun sighed: “After all, it was me who brought them out.”
Xiao Baihu hurriedly persuaded: “What are you saying, investigating the sudden fog at dusk around Shangyun Mountain and the large gathering of martial artists at Dragon Claw Peak was the commander’s order to the Tongzhi, it’s not like you brought people here privately.”
“If we hadn’t come to Liuhe Temple…”
“If we hadn’t come, you wouldn’t have encountered me and Meng Qi.” Mo Li suddenly interjected.
Xiao Baihu was startled, these Jinyiwei originally thought encountering Imperial Teacher Meng was like a death sentence, right?
On second thought, maybe it really could have been worse.
If Qingwu Ancestor wanted to escalate things, he wouldn’t spare them, these Jinyiwei, whether they went to Liuhe Temple or not, the originally hidden Jinyiwei on Dragon Claw Peak wouldn’t exist anymore?
Gong Jun suddenly remembered something, his expression changed.
“Previously, this official captured a notorious bandit and ordered him to be escorted back to the capital for trial. Have you encountered him?”
Cui Changxin shook his head, saying, “I have not encountered him.”
A silence fell over the group, knowing that those people’s fates were likely grim.
Xiao Baihu forced a response, “Maybe we just didn’t run into them…”
Gong Jun waved his hand dismissively, dejectedly saying, “Changxin came from the capital. In order to find out exactly what happened, he must have visited the Ministry of Punishment, the Dali Temple, and the capital’s yamen, and should have also contacted the Jinyiwei stationed in various parts of the capital and those on assignment outside the city. If they had successfully returned, there must be a place where he could have met them.”
Cui Changxin lowered his gaze, silently nodding.
“Damn Qingwu Ancestor!” Everyone cursed.
After cursing, they rolled up their sleeves to dig through the ruins of Liuhe Temple.
Since everyone was injured, progress was slow.
Mo Li saw them struggling with heavy objects and lent a hand.
Those martial artists who had been staying at a distance also ran over to start digging. Xiao Baihu said there were no treasures here; they were just collecting the bodies of their comrades.
Unbelieving, they insisted on digging.
Gong Jun laughed in anger, having no choice but to order his men to watch those people, to prevent the bodies of their colleagues from being desecrated by their shovels.
—To expect these martial artists to work for free was obviously out of the question.
One side tried to dissuade, the other didn’t listen.
One side dug, the other stood guard.
Thus, conflicts naturally arose.
The martial artists who dared to stay were not weak, their skills comparable to that of Cui Changxin.
And for someone like Cui Changxin, Gong Jun could take on eight of them without needing Mo Li’s help.
Could the world’s number one swordsman be so renowned for nothing?
When Cui Changxin was about to make a move, Gong Jun directly shielded his subordinate behind him.
Mo Li, with an interest in appraising sword techniques, watched as Gong Jun floored everyone.
Gong Jun practiced a lethal sword technique, which, despite being refined to perfection for control, inevitably left some wounds.
—A few superficial injuries meant nothing, but losing face did.
The bamboo swordsman was only known by name in the martial arts world, not seen in person. With these martial artists’ perception, it would be hard to unveil Gong Jun’s identity. They only felt his swordsmanship was bizarre and his martial skills were excessively high, yet he seemed to have no reputation in the martial arts world.
It was only when they saw the official Jinyiwei swords on the others that their expressions drastically changed.
“To think they are the dogs of the officials!”
“What a waste of good martial skills!”
They grumbled and cursed, and Gong Jun cut off their hair with a single sword strike, silencing them. They sulkily hid to the side, as if to watch the Jinyiwei dig for treasures.
After two hours, when they realized there were indeed only bodies in the ruins and were under the cold gaze of Gong Jun, they slunk away.
Mo Li knew that these people were willing to leave mainly because they began to doubt the existence of the imperial tomb’s treasures.
Their belief had waned, and another reason was Gong Jun’s swordsmanship; those with inferior martial skills felt as if they had narrowly escaped death and subconsciously felt fear.
Mo Li’s martial skills would not have such a good “intimidating” effect.
Including Cui Changxin, the Jinyiwei were also surprised. They only knew that Gong Jun’s martial skills were good and he was quick, but no one knew to what extent his skills reached.
It wasn’t that his skills were a closely guarded secret unknown to anyone; people just thought they were merely “good,” better than most of theirs. This impression was due to Gong Jun’s low profile, his habit of not showing off his skills, rarely engaging in fights, and because three years ago, Meng Qi made a bloody entrance into the North Zhenfu Commissioner’s office, and Gong Jun survived by luck but was “seriously injured” and even shamelessly claimed credit for stopping Meng Qi from entering the Forbidden Palace.
This made people look down on him.
Some even ridiculed behind his back that Gong Jun was good at running away, able to save his own life, but in reality was as timid as a mouse.
Gong Jun’s subordinates naturally wouldn’t think poorly of him, but they too had developed a misguided perception.
Previously, when they were attacked on the mountain path by a group of men in black, Gong Jun was suppressed in combat by Qingwu Ancestor’s eldest disciple. Coupled with the Jinyiwei being caught in a difficult battle, they still did not have a clear concept of Gong Jun’s strength, until now—
The Jinyiwei were dumbfounded, initially frightened that such a formidable deputy commander could not defeat the masked leader among the men in black, then they thought of Meng Qi, and finally, their gaze fell on Mo Li.
“Tongzhi…”
Gong Jun twitched his lips, clearly telling his subordinates, “In terms of martial arts, I cannot win against the doctor.”
Everyone gasped, their expressions complex.
Such good medical skills, such high martial arts, and looking so young and extraordinary…
Cui Changxin was the first to ask, “May I know where the doctor practices medicine, and if you have a renowned name in the medical community?”
“I wander the world, with no fixed abode. I am but a nameless person, you need not concern yourself with me,” Mo Li said indifferently, then suddenly blinked, thoughtfully adding, “Unless you wish to pay for the consultation?”
Cui Changxin was taken aback.
Gong Jun pulled out a silver ingot, wiping away the official stamp at the bottom with his finger, and said solemnly, “This is all the money I have on me, consider it a deposit. Once we return to Taijing, I will make up the difference to the doctor.”
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the dark forest.
“You sure know how to calculate, to keep the doctor alive for the consultation fee, am I right?”
Meng Qi leisurely walked out, his soft sword rewrapped around his waist, his clothes fluttering in the wind, untouched by dirt.
Even the shoes he wore were spotlessly clean, from a distance, he appeared like a poet strolling in a garden, missing only a wine cup or a folding fan in his hand to recite poetry as he walked.
If he sang while walking, he would seem even more like a hermit.
His demeanor was elegant and lofty.
Seeing such a figure in the dense forest was truly dazzling, almost prompting one to bow and inquire where this hermit came from.
Unfortunately, the Jinyiwei would not think so.
“Imperial Teacher Meng.”
Gong Jun stepped back, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.
Meng Qi paid him no mind, walking straight up to Mo Li.
“How did you get here?” Mo Li asked.
“Many martial artists have poured into the valley, unable to find the treasure and trapped inside, desperately searching,” Meng Qi sighed, then said, “It was their arrival that brought news to me, informing me that the imperial troops had reached the base of the mountain.”
“They also brought cannons,” Cui Changxin quickly added.
Meng Qi’s expression darkened, a hint of anger appearing.
Regardless of whether the imperial troops would enter the mountain, just the act of bombarding the mountain with cannons would surely anger the dragon veins.
Mo Li worriedly said, “Now that the capital is under martial law, and Lu Zhang has laid traps, those in the inner court conspiring with Qingwu Ancestor might not act rashly. However, Qingwu Ancestor, located at Dragon Claw Peak, might not be willing to let matters rest, and it’s uncertain what trouble may arise.”
“He’s very clever, hiding in the valley without making a move, probably won’t show himself until dawn,” Meng Qi expressed his dissatisfaction, then straightforwardly put his arm around Mo Li’s shoulder, half pushing, half persuading him to a side for a private whisper.
Doctor Mo was quite puzzled, wondering why not just use a secret transmission to communicate if they didn’t want to be overheard.
Why act as if avoiding others, causing him to involuntarily tense up, thinking they were about to discuss something very private.
But Meng Qi opened with complaints.
The martial artists were of no use, the Jinyiwei commands were futile, and on such a large Dragon Claw Peak, only Mo Li could be of help.
“Doctor, let’s take advantage of the night to destroy those cannons!”
“The imperial tomb’s treasures…”
“The treasures are not as important as the doctor. No matter how skilled we are in martial arts, facing countless cannons, we are bound to slip up. Even if the mountain paths are difficult and the cannons can’t be transported up, there are still variables. If Qingwu Ancestor escapes his predicament and, seeing the cannons, takes delight in hunting and carries one off, how could those imperial troops possibly stop him?”
Mo Li pondered for a moment, admitting Meng Qi’s logic was sound.
With Qingwu Ancestor’s penchant for whimsical ideas and his belief in them, no one knew what he might do.
“He’s set on breaking the dragon veins, carrying a cannon to the highest peak of Shangyun Mountain, and then firing at the summit. It’s not beyond him to do such a thing.”
Meng Qi grew more annoyed the more he thought about it. Why is the most important spiritual vein of Shangyun Mountain just at the summit? It’s not hidden at all!
Mo Li mused, “Do we have a way to make him believe the dragon veins have already been destroyed?”
“Actually, when spiritual energy leaks and vegetation grows wildly, it looks just like the appearance of dragon veins manifesting…”
Meng Qi’s voice trailed off, looking at Mo Li.
“Doctor, you might have to revert to your original form to play a part in this act.”
The author has something to say:
Today we’re discussing a not-so-common (and hopefully not yet clichéd) descriptive phrase, “轩然霞举 (magnificent and awe-inspiring).”
From “Shi Shuo Xin Yu” (A New Account of Tales of the World): “During the Hai Xi era, when the officials went to court each morning, the court hall was still dark; only when Ling Ji Wang [令稽王] arrived, it was as if the morning glow lifted, surrounding him with clouds and light, illuminating the hall. Ah, such a beauty!”
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Author: Meng Qi, demonstrating “轩然霞举”!
Meng Qi: If the doctor is here, I’ll demonstrate; otherwise, forget it.
Then a fat mouse rode by on a red cloud.
Author: ……
