My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 50 Who Says I Am Not a White-Cloaked Man

When the figure saw them nod, the brother and sister clearly saw the boy next to them. He blinked gently, and the tears that had been lingering in the corners of his eyes for a long time quietly retreated.

Since then, every New Year’s Eve, there has been a new figure in my yard, and this continued until last year’s New Year’s Eve.

The bright moon rises at midnight, and people all over the world share this moment.

The moonlight shines brightly into the jade building, half of the window is open and half is filled with wind.

A handsome young man withdrew his gaze and looked at the half-flipped ancient book on the table. The young man was lost in thought with a slight smile on his face.

"It's New Year's Eve, Xu Zhian, are you... okay? I sent you two letters, did you receive them? Why haven't you replied yet?"

The young man talked to himself, and seemed to be asking questions to the bright moon.

"This year's New Year's Eve is filled with fine clothes and delicious food, but for some reason I always feel that it is not as happy as the days when we endured the cold and hunger and ate sweet potatoes together."

Just then, the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs interrupted the boy's endless thoughts.

A beautiful figure quietly climbed up to the attic.

"Now that you're here, don't be sneaky."

The young man spoke softly, and without turning his head he knew who the visitor was, as if one could see the entire building from a seat by the window.

"Boring, you found me again. Brother, can't you just pretend you didn't see me?"

A playful and sweet young girl, wearing an exquisite and delicate long dress, a unique fairy hair style, and an exquisite oval face, makes people happy.

The young man put down the book in his hand and asked: "Is the New Year's Eve Holy Festival about to begin?"

The girl nodded and said, "Yes, Senior Brother. Master and other Senior Brothers have already started to go to the Holy Temple. Master came here specifically to ask me to find you."

"Ah."

The young man nodded, and then looked at the ancient book in his hand, as if the book contained beautiful women and golden houses.

Seeing this, the girl quickly said, "Okay, Senior Brother, the teacher said that you don't need to come to the library to study today or tomorrow. The teacher asked you to come the day after tomorrow."

The young man smiled faintly: "Well, let's go to the Holy Temple, otherwise the uncles and uncles will say that the master is not good at discipline."

Seeing this, the girl chuckled and said, "They are just jealous. You are much stronger than them. Ever since you brought back the immortal weapon and have continuously improved your realm, no one can shake your position now."

The handsome boy nodded and said, "The teacher is under a lot of pressure. You must not learn from me in the future. You always hold the teacher back."

The girl smiled and said, "I think what Senior Brother did was right. They were the ones who provoked me first, and when they couldn't beat them, they resorted to verbal attacks."

The two of them went down the attic, and a crane came with a long cry. Then the jade buildings, rocks, and trees on both sides quickly retreated, and layers of clouds and mist rolled, and the two of them came to the top of a mountain.

The two jumped off the crane and walked towards a huge archway building.

This memorial archway has a total of sixteen legs, the number of which is 28. On the stone pillars, the four divine beasts, the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird, and the Black Tortoise, guard the four directions, looking extremely majestic.

The archway has upturned corners and flying eaves, and images of gods and demons that calm people's minds. The four-character plaque in the center is extremely eye-catching, which means "Restrain yourself and return to propriety."

When the two of them passed the memorial archway, the scene before their eyes suddenly changed dramatically, and a palace several dozen feet tall came into view.

Directly in front of us, several rows of tall gilded statues are solemn and sacred, and the four large characters on the plaque on the dome are particularly eye-catching.

The young man whispered: "The highest good is like water."

The young man remembered this plaque. When his teacher was in that small private school, he often looked at this plaque.

Today, this plaque has been washed away of all its dross and its splendor has been restored. It is said that after the master brought it back to Shengxian Mountain, the plaque was hung here. With the incense and sacrifices from Shengxian Mountain and the faith and offerings from Confucian scholars all over the world, it has now become colorful.

The girl at the side looked at the figures in the distance and quickly waved and called out, "Sir, fellow brothers!"

The young man also looked at the crowd, and then the two of them hurriedly stepped forward to greet them and said, "Shu Yin greets the master and all the senior brothers."

"Yun Xi greets the sir and all the senior brothers."

The girl next to him also echoed.

A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe and a tall hat nodded and said, "Well, today is the New Year's Eve, the most solemn festival of the year in Shengxian Mountain. You will follow your senior brother and must not walk around casually, and you must not cause any more trouble!"

Xia Shuyin nodded and said, "Disciple will remember the master's teachings!"

The girl pouted and said, "Yunxi has taken note. Sir, do you have anything else to say? We are not allowed to whisper or make loud noises."

The middle-aged scholar laughed and said, "Girl, you are not far from the realm of eloquence."

The girl chuckled: "I don't want to be eloquent. What's the point of quarreling? I want to be like Fourth Senior Brother. If anyone provokes me in the future, I will beat him with my fists and then talk to him about reason."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and turned to look at the altar in the distance.

The young man glanced at the entire temple hall. There were probably no less than three thousand people present. Despite so many people, the order was not disturbed at all. Even all the preparations before the sacrifice were proceeding in an orderly manner.

The young man looked at the large altar in the distance. In the center of the altar stood a large square tripod, which gave people a sense of ancient age and a solemn and oppressive feeling.

At this time, a loud bell rang, and the long and long bell sound echoed throughout the hall. Immediately, everyone began to straighten their clothes and stood up straight.

Then the second loud bell rang, and the ancient and melodious bell sounds rang one after another. When nine bells rang in total, the entire hall was silent.

At this time, a white-haired old man in a Confucian robe, accompanied by twelve middle-aged Confucian scholars, came on stage to begin the holy sacrifice.

This person is Shengxianshan, the old master of this generation, who sits on the holy mountain and protects all people.

At this time, a middle-aged square-faced scholar climbed up to a high place and chanted.

"The heaven and earth gave birth to saints and wise men, who later gave down rites and laws to govern the world. The universe has lasted for thousands of years, and the yin and yang have been changing. Today is the New Year's Eve, and I, your humble disciple, pay tribute to the saints!"

All of a sudden, all the disciples in the audience bowed with courtesy, and after repeating this three times, they sat cross-legged.

Afterwards, the old master led the middle-aged Confucian scholars to burn incense and pray, and then inserted the incense into the large square tripod. The ceremony was very solemn.

The entire holy sacrifice lasted for more than half an hour before it slowly came to an end.

With the end of the holy sacrifice, the New Year's Eve holy banquet follows. Because there are many disciples in the mountain sect, it is usually held in the courtyard of one's own teacher.

Xia Shuyin left the dinner early on the pretext of being too drunk.

The cold wind blew across the boy's neck, and a hint of coolness dispelled his slight drunkenness.

When the young man returned to the original study, two hours had passed.

This was the first New Year's Eve that the boy had come to Shengxian Mountain. In the moonlight, his face looked a little red.

The young man looked at the teacup in his hand and said to himself, "Awake and admire the bright moon, drunk and embrace the breeze. In the vast world, another spring has come. They laughed at me, saying that I could become a sage with only half a volume of books, they laughed at me, saying that I was a knight-errant instead of a man of etiquette, and they also laughed at me, saying that I was incompetent, so I chuckled, smashed his mouth with one punch, pierced his senior brother's Confucian cap with one sword, and kicked over his teacher's ugly face with one kick. So the teacher punished me to stay in the study for half a year so that I could calm down and calm my mind. I, Xia Shuyin, am still not afraid, I am still myself."

The young man looked down at his white Confucian robe and said insolently, "When I am out of this world and ascend to the holy temple, who will say that I am not a white-robed man?"

The young man smiled faintly, showing his happy and carefree attitude. In this world, the hundred-foot palace walls and the thousand-year-old ethics could not lock the young man's heart after all.