Chapter 1114 — Merit and Fame Have Their Own Meeting with Wind and Cloud
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
" And with that he hugged it and kissed it. Long Qilin and Yan'er exchanged a glance and shuddered in unison. Wei Suifeng was utterly infatuated with the Glazed Azure Heaven Banner, murmuring to himself at the treasure, and for a long while showed no intention of sending Shen Mu and the others back to Jingping. Shen Mu could not help reminding him several times, and only then did Wei Suifeng come to his senses; he kissed the Glazed Azure Heaven Banner a few more times before handing it back, his gaze still unable to leave the treasure, and said: "Junior brother, if in the future we ever break free of the Immutable Divine Power, could you lend me this treasure for a few days?
" Shen Mu shook his head. "This is the Northern Emperor's treasure.
We have only borrowed it for a time, and it must be returned in the end.
" "It has to be returned too? " Wei Suifeng's eyes went wide, his eyeballs rolling this way and that. Shen Mu knew at once that he had hatched some crooked scheme again, and thought: "Eldest senior brother is most likely plotting to swindle this treasure out of Crown Prince Youming.
" The ghost ship sped on; the afterglow of history flew past. In the mist on either side of the ship countless scenes flashed and vanished, and before long the mist scattered, and the ship emerged upon the Yong River of Jingping. Shen Mu looked at the two banks of the Yong River, spirit mountains towering, grass and trees lush green; since the day they boarded the ship, who knew how many winters and summers had passed in Jingping.
He led Long Qilin, Yan'er, and the six heavenly dragons down from the ship; the six heavenly dragons dragged a battered, tattered treasure chariot, its canopy askew upon it. This chariot too was a rare treasure, but how could it withstand such rough handling?
It had long since fallen apart, and Wei Suifeng and the Feathered Forest soldiers aboard the ghost ship had patched it together as best they could, but their craftsmanship was poor and they could not restore it to its perfect form. Some of the ghost ship's soldiers, seeing the mist disperse, grew restless and flew one after another toward the shore; yet the moment they left the ship, mist welled up around them, and the next instant the mist vanished and their figures vanished with it, appearing once more aboard the ghost ship.
Wei Suifeng did not stop them, letting them try as they pleased, and waved his hand: "Junior brother, do not forget your promise to me, and to the soldiers of the ghost ship!
Follow the map and come save me soon! " Shen Mu and the others stepped onto the riverbank, waved to the ghost ship, and said with a smile: "I will surely follow the map and save you!
" "A parting from Yujing nigh on ten years past, my heart has not one day been at ease. " Wei Suifeng stood at the bow, drinking deep of fine wine, and chanted aloud, his voice loud and bold: "Sniffing the plum I find a natural line; with wine I open my heart, and the place is remote of itself. The iron inkstone needs no army of a hundred thousand; the bronze platter, what use three thousand guests?
" The ghost ship gradually drew away, mist surging up to fold the vessel into its depths. Shen Mu's ears caught the soldiers on the ghost ship laughing and talking, singing with abandon, answering and matching Wei Suifeng, singing: "Merit and fame have their own meeting with wind and cloud; if the wind and cloud do not come, do not torment yourself!
" Shen Mu laughed heartily, turned, and walked toward Jingping, shaking his head: "Such sentimentality!
But then, have we truly been gone from Jingping five years?