Chapter 1497 Seventeen Years

Jiang Wang has been away for a long time.

In the spacious and bright study room.

In the contemporary Huai State, Zheng Zheng is writing vigorously.

There is a pile of official documents to be processed, and it seems that there will be no time to decrease...

He always seems to have more things to deal with.

The son died in battle again, and the eldest grandson died in battle again.

None of this made his back bend even an inch.

He just worked calmly, as he had for many years in the past.

I wrote vigorously for a while, then suddenly thought of something and paused for a moment.

"Give Lu Shuanghe a message."

"If he can't manage his own people, then he doesn't need to."

After saying this sentence casually, he lowered his head and started writing again.

There was no voice response from the room.

But the will of Duke Huai of Great Chu will undoubtedly be implemented in Chu State... and even in the entire southern region.

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There is a mountain in the territory of Yue State. The mountain is nameless.

There is an academy on the mountain, but the academy is also nameless.

However, because the most famous ministers and ministers of the Yue Kingdom live in seclusion here, it is widely known to the high-level people of the Yue Kingdom.

People at that time might say: Hidden Phase Peak.

However, the mountain gate is closed all year round, and the mountain trails are rarely used.

This place does not accept visitors.

It has been quiet for many years, with only the bright moon and mountain breeze.

Ge Fei, who was wearing a high-gown Confucian uniform, was walking on the mountain road. His unattractive face was as rugged as the mountain road.

In fact, leatherworms are not born ugly. They were just stung by poisonous insects when they were young, so that they were completely unrecognizable. Although the toxicity is gone, the facial appearance has changed. The current situation is the result of years of maintenance.

But with his family background and strength, he won't be bothered by his appearance.

Behind him were two Tenglong Realm guards...

To say he is a guard, the word slave is probably more appropriate. After all, the cultivation level of Tenglong Realm really cannot protect him Ge Fei.

One holds the harp, the other holds the sword.

It is a form of pomp to follow him respectfully.

The harp is excellent, and the sword is also excellent.

The failure of Shanhai Realm did not cause Ge Fei's status to decline.

No one in Ge's generation can compete with him.

Looking at the entire Yue Kingdom, there is only one Bai Yuxia among the younger generation, who can be called a genius and can compare with him. Going back a hundred years and even now, it was probably only when Gao Zheng was young that he could be said to be the best.

After all, the pond in Yue State is too shallow to raise dragons. He, Ge Fei, was a genius who was not weak even in the Chu country. He really didn't have to worry about his peers in the Yue country.

However, the struggle is never divided by age. The pressure he has to face is sometimes the pressure of the entire revolution.

At such a time, he climbed up the steps, facing the mountain breeze, his Confucian clothes rolled up, his steps leisurely, and his attitude calm.

Everyone knows that he is a disciple of the retired Prime Minister.

It's been a few days since I returned home, and this is the first time I've come to see the teacher... It would be outrageous not to come again.

Ge Fei is not a shameful person, so he came.

"Master."

The guard holding the sword chased forward a few steps, holding a white thousand-mile speaking box in his hand, and said respectfully: "There is news from down the mountain that Yi Shengfeng from the South Dou Palace is coming to visit you."

Ge Fei flicked his sleeves and said, "No."

The guard immediately sent a message: "Young Master said I can't see you!"

Only a few moments passed.

A panicked voice sounded from the voice box thousands of miles away: "He broke into the mountain!"

"Is this man sick?" Ge Fei frowned and waved his hand: "Go and stop him, just say I'm not here! There are people who break in when visiting, who is this!?"

The guards holding the sword and the piano looked at each other and were about to turn around.

There was a sound that pierced the space and traveled from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside at high speed——

"Why doesn't the famous Ge family's Fei dare to see me, Yi Shengfeng?"

The sound was like the sound of gold and iron, with a compelling force.

Dare to forcefully break into the Yinxiang Peak and suppress the direct descendants of the Ge family on the territory of the Yue Kingdom. This in itself is a kind of sharpness that can hurt people.

The sound has arrived, and the person chasing the sound is approaching.

Seeing it is inevitable.

Ge Fei stopped, narrowed his eyes, and looked back.

But I saw a long mountain road, winding into the distance. On the rugged mountain road, a person came striding forward.

Wear a jade crown and wear a long sword.

His face was stern and his eyebrows were raised sharply.

His eyes are like a flat lake.

Endless murderous aura was undercurrent at the bottom of the lake.

The whole figure looks like a sword that has been hidden in its sheath for many years but can no longer be hidden!

Ge Fei opened his mouth and scolded him like a member of a noble family: "Are all Nandou Hall full of people who don't understand etiquette? You are just..."

This man who was full of murderous intent and came in pursuit, without saying a word, turned into sword light and jumped, and he was far away in an instant!

Such a sharp character.

He actually ran away at the first sight!

The mountain road was silent for a while, with only the wind stirring the long gown.

Ge Fei was silent for a while.

Suddenly he laughed softly and said: "Hehehe, leave as soon as you see me."

He looked at the guard next to him: "What's wrong, do I look scary?"

The guard holding the sword only remembered shaking his head, shaking his head desperately.

The guard holding the piano fell into an unspeakable panic: "No...no."

Ge Fei took a few casual steps and walked up to the guard holding the sword. He sighed softly, and suddenly drew out his long sword like lightning flashing through the sky!

The cold light has dissipated.

Bang bang!

Two bodies fell to the ground.

Ge Fei squatted down, took out the Qianli voice box that the guard with the sword had put in his arms, pressed it lightly, entered the Dao Yuan, opened the communication circle, and then said to the person on the other side of the voice box: "Yi Shengfeng forced his way into Yinxiang Peak, disturbed my master Qingxiu, killed my guards, and used my famous assassin to send orders. I want him wanted throughout the country."

After that, regardless of the other party's response, he threw away the microphone box in his hand.

While standing up, he had cut it off with a sword.

He paused for a moment, the anger in his eyes still seemed to be difficult to relieve, and then used his backhand sword to cut open the harp that was still intact on the ground.

Boom!

The strings are broken and the body is cracked.

Then he casually threw away the long sword that had just killed two people.

Bang, bang, bang!

The bloody sword rolled down the mountain road.

Ge Fei bared his teeth.

"It's a bit unlucky."

He looked up at the sky and thought silently for a while.

Then take a step and continue walking to the top of the mountain.

At first, my steps were a little wandering, as if I was hesitating or thinking, but as I walked, I became more determined.

Da da da.

The boots stepped on the stone steps up the mountain, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

For this building on the top of the mountain, it is a bit far-fetched to call it an academy because there are not many scholars in it. There are not even many books.

In terms of shape, it looks more like a Taoist temple.

It's a pity that Taoism is not practiced here either.

No gods or ghosts, no popularity, no involvement.

The door was closed tightly, and the iron ring with the animal head standing across it was rusty, and the red paint on the door had long since peeled off.

Gao Zheng suddenly retired from office at that time, and the reason is still a mystery. And the time trapped in this nameless mountain has never been answered.

Maybe not in this life.

Ge Fei walked to the side door, gently pushed open the ajar door, and stepped into the courtyard with an overwhelming creaking sound.

The tall knotted tree was silent.

The courtyard is full of fallen leaves again.

No one else is allowed to visit here, and there are never any servants.

A high-ranking official has no wife or children, and after becoming an official, he has no friends or neighbors.

In these seventeen years, only Ge Fei came here.

Therefore, on normal days, Ge Fei would clean up the fallen leaves all over the courtyard when he came over.

A big broom made of bamboo branches was leaning against the wall, with a withered color.

But Ge Fei just passed by.

He stepped on the fallen leaves and walked in, walking through the deserted front yard amid the rustling sound.

The leaves swirled in the wind.

He felt vaguely uneasy.

Where does it come from?

"call……"

He took a long breath and continued walking forward.

The breath on his body is very stable.

But his eyes are black sometimes and white sometimes.

It changed like this repeatedly for a while, and finally returned to its normal appearance - slightly upward, not very impressive, and with eyes that matched this face.

He stepped through the middle gate, stepped onto a fine gravel path, walked in a winding path for a while, and then arrived at the backyard.

The backyard was equally deserted, with cobwebs forming on the corners.

He took a few steps, took a brief look, and found the small door to the backyard. He walked over and gently opened the wooden door.

Then I saw the back mountain.

A wooden door opened onto the cliff.

Everything picturesque, mixed in time, reflected in the eyes——

There is a smooth white stone chessboard, and an old man sitting in front of it, frowning in thought.

His brows were frowned so tightly, as if they were sewn together with invisible threads, as if they were hiding endless sorrow.

He is solitary and cold, like a stone sculpture.

After him and the chessboard, there were Gao Ya and Yun Wu.

He was playing chess on the cliff, but there were nineteen lines on the chessboard, but there was not a single chess piece.

This situation, this person.

A kind of silent loneliness, an eternal loneliness.

Who is he playing against? What move should I use?

Ge Fei walked forward.

"Sit down." Gao Zheng suddenly said.

Although the fine lines on his forehead have become somewhat obvious, his sculpted facial contours still reveal some of the charm of his youth.

He must have been a handsome man back then.

Of course, like all beautiful things in the world, it is wasted by time.

Although he said a word, he said a word.

But this sentence seemed to have nothing to do with him at all.

His eyes were still looking at the chessboard, his face full of worry. I don’t know why I am worried.

Ge Fei thought for a while and sat down opposite him.

Gao Zheng faced a long test with a blank chess board, which lasted for a long time.

Just when Ge Fei began to feel impatient, the famous prime minister of the Yue Kingdom spoke.

"For the past seventeen years, Ge Fei could only stand and watch, not sit on the chess bench."

"I hope he can understand it, but I don't want him to understand it. I wonder if you can understand this contradiction?"

Gao Zheng raised his head and looked at Ge Fei opposite the chessboard with very calm eyes: "Chaos? Zhu Jiuyin?"

Ge Fei's expression suddenly changed!

His eyes changed in an instant. The left eye was as black as ink with no whites, and the right eye was as white as snow with no pupils. A terrifying aura awakened in his body! vigorous! Make public!

The blood is surging, and the muscles are filled with strength.

For a moment, the world seemed like a prison, and murderous intentions arose like wolf smoke.

But Gao Zheng just looked at him calmly.

It didn't get dark, and it didn't get any brighter.

Nothing seems to have changed.

In other words, he can't change anything.

The silent exchange continued for some time.

A piece of green moss on the edge of the high cliff peeled off.

Ge Fei suddenly smiled: "Why don't you call me Ge Fei?"

His terrifying aura was completely restrained in an instant, and his eyes returned to normal.

He sat upright opposite Gao Zheng, looking very gentle.

"Ge Fei will not sit on this chess bench, and will not sit opposite me." Gao Zheng said lightly.

Ge Fei immediately stood up, stood next to the blank chessboard, and pretended to be thinking. Then he asked: "Teacher, I really don't understand, who are you playing against?"

The blank chessboard had no answer.

Gao Zheng did not give it either.

This prime minister who led the League of Fallen Immortals, once asked about the Dusk Academy, and was praised as the first in the history of Yue State, now seems to be just a lonely old man sitting alone in the back mountain.

He even spoke slowly, and just said slowly: "Ge Fei can't stand spider webs, fallen leaves and dust. He has been helping me clean since he was five years old. I remember that time... he was not even as tall as the broom."

His eyes were very distant, as if he had penetrated time, imitating the child's lively and confident tone: "I am not as tall as the broom, but I want to sweep the world!"

He restrained his eyes and answered himself: "If you can't clean your own room, how can you clean the world?"

And now, the Ge Fei sitting opposite him said seriously: "I will remember to clean it later."

Gao Zheng seemed to sigh, but it seemed that he didn't.

After all, he was just sitting there, and he said slowly: "You are too nervous."

"Yi Shengfeng felt the danger, but he didn't know who you were, and he didn't know Ge Fei well enough..."

He raised his head and asked: "Why can't Ge Fei make him feel the danger?"

Facing the old man's eyes, Ge Fei smiled: "You are right."

"You have lived in Yue for so many days, and your identity as the direct descendant of the Ge family can give you enough convenience. And you don't know me better, and you want to control me rashly so that I can cover up your identity for you... You are too arrogant."

Gao Zheng emphasized slowly: "In the world, you are not qualified to be arrogant."

Ge Fei bowed his head to show that he was learning: "You are right."

The two people are just like normal teachers and students.

One teaches seriously, and the other learns attentively.

"Arrogance is an obstacle to survival, and nervousness is the beginning of failure." Gao Zheng said, "You must solve these two fundamental problems first."

Ge Fei said, "Please give me some advice, teacher."

"Let's start with doing things." Gao Zheng said casually, "Go down the mountain now. Don't kill people. Don't use your strength beyond your scope. Solve the mess you made today. You must give an explanation for the people you killed, and you must handle their aftermath. You must eliminate any possible disputes with the Nandou Hall."

"I understand." Ge Fei seemed to be thinking.

"That's all for today." Gao Zheng said, and turned back to look at his empty chessboard.

Ge Fei slowly raised his head with a smile on his lips: "You are really a good teacher."

"First of all, I am a Yue nationality." Gao Zheng said calmly.

Ge Fei stood up, bowed seriously, and then turned to leave.

This trip was very different from what he expected, but he gained a lot.

A lot!

When he walked to the wooden door, he suddenly thought of something and turned around to ask, "By the way, how did you find me?"

"That's the knowledge for the next lesson." Gao Zheng looked at his chess pieces without raising his head.

Ge Fei said again, "I don't think I have answered you yet, am I Hun Dun or Zhu Jiu Yin?"

"That's not important." Gao Zheng said.

Ge Fei looked at his profile sitting alone in front of the chessboard.

It was like seeing a mottled meticulous painting.

He only saw a sad old man.

I don't know why he was worried.

His frown was like a river, like a mountain, like a bleak autumn scene... I just don't know if there is a little bit of grief for that five-year-old child in it.

"I am not as tall as a broom!"

After all, it was a real seventeen years.