Original subtitles

=Generation to Generation=

=Episode 25=

How has he treated you

these past half a month?

He's treated me

well.

And how do you feel about him?

I...

Do you like him?

I do.

When I broke off the engagement with Yuqi,

I didn't feel sad.

But when I think

that I might never see Mu Qingyan again,

my heart feels empty,

it hurts.

Zhao,

now that your engagement is dissolved,

in principle,

who you choose to be with

is up to you.

If that boy truly is

a child of the Chang family,

your mother and I would be very pleased.

But

don't forget,

he is the young master of the demon sect.

What of it?

Are there any fewer vile people among the Six Sects?

There are plenty of vile people in the Six Sects.

Yin Dai is the first that comes to mind.

And that Wang Yuanjing,

he deserves to die ten times over.

But Zhao,

is Mu Qingyan

necessarily a good man?

You forgot the story your master told you

about the skin-painted demon?

Mu Qingyan may not be that demon.

And didn't your aunt

once think the same?

What do you mean?

Mother?

This concerns your aunt's reputation.

If you weren't facing the same situation now,

we would have taken this secret to our graves.

Back then,

your aunt, your master,

and your Uncle Lei,

seven of them in all,

secretly trained in a formation

derived from the Big Dipper Formation.

Once completed,

even Nie Hengcheng would have struggled against it.

But unexpectedly,

aside from your master and your aunt,

the other five

were ambushed

before the final battle.

Your Uncle Lei survived,

but was left crippled for life.

The place where the seven of them hid,

aside from themselves,

only one other person knew.

The skin-painted demon?

So the cold case Uncle Tieqiao mentioned

was his doing?

Now you understand why your aunt

charged off without hesitation

to kill Nie Hengcheng back then.

That demon had caused the deaths

of the brothers who shared life and death with her.

How could her heart

not be torn apart?

With the formation ruined,

she had no choice

but to face the demon alone.

Your aunt was killed by the skin-painted demon.

Where did he go afterward?

Your aunt only said he disappeared.

We know nothing more.

Zhao,

you've always had a mind of your own.

Learn from the past,

don't follow in your aunt's footsteps.

Remember what your master told you:

a demon

will devour people.

Mu Qingyan may not be that demon.

And didn't your aunt

once think the same?

(Nie Zhe has appeared in the Hanhai Mountains.)

(There may be clues about the man in black.)

(Three days from now,)

(I'll wait for you.)

Zhao.

Learn from the past,

don't follow in your aunt's footsteps.

(No need to wait.)

(I'll find the man in black myself.)

(The martial world has no set meeting.)

(Mr. Mu, take care.)

Milady,

why aren't you eating?

I'm not hungry.

Milady,

don't take those vile rumors

outside to heart.

It was clearly Mu Qingyan's one-sided infatuation.

When he was at Qingque Sect,

I could tell

he was always clinging to you.

He is handsome, I'll grant him that,

but

I never imagined

he'd dare harbor improper thoughts about you.

Zhao.

Zhuo.

Xingjia.

I'll go brew some tea.

Zhao,

I roasted a chicken,

cumin-flavored.

Have a taste.

I truly have no appetite.

"My belt grows loose, yet I do not regret."

"For him, I grow haggard and worn."

Have you two lost your minds?

Zhao, we've thought it

over again and again.

Why not

forget about him?

Whether he's good or bad,

our master and your parents will never agree.

It's too hard.

Have you two nothing better to do?

If you follow Young Master Mu

and someday we stand on opposite sides of a battle,

how are we supposed to face each other?

But if you marry Yuzhi instead,

the Six Sects of Beichen,

or at least three or four of them

could ensure mutual security and advance together.

Old grudges could be resolved as well.

Wouldn't that be ideal?

I'll go see how Feicui's tea is coming along.

The chicken is all yours.

The ancestors of the Song family

have finally shown their favor.

This rascal

has finally come to his senses.

Only the timing

may not be ideal.

How so?

Right now, Zhao and that Mu boy

are the talk of the entire city.

If he proposes at this moment,

people will surely gossip.

And none of it

will sound pleasant.

That's precisely why

he must propose now.

Good.

That's responsibility.

A true son of the Song family.

The keys to

the storeroom,

the treasure chests,

the accounts office, and over a hundred estates

are all here.

Over a hundred estates?

Easy.

Lord Song, are you truly

going to propose for your son?

Such a serious matter,

how could it be a joke?

Rest assured,

if Zhao marries into our Guangtian Sect,

she will never suffer the slightest grievance.

Yes, yes, of course.

Though I have two sons,

everyone knows I favor the younger one.

His future wife would be

the one in charge

in Guangtian Sect.

Yes,

everyone knows you have a favorite.

But isn't it a bit soon

to propose now?

Yes, yes.

What about Mu Qingyan?

What did you say?

She mentioned Mu Qingyan.

It is perfectly normal

for a pretty young girl to have one or two

unreliable admirers.

That's good to hear.

Truth be told,

Yuzhi is

a good boy.

I like him.

But the problem is

Zhao just broke off an engagement.

To get betrothed again immediately...

Enough.

Pingchun,

you've roamed the martial world for years.

Haven't you heard the saying:

"A good girl has a hundred suitors"?

Isn't that right?

Stop reading.

Say something.

Yunke.

Yunke.

Say something.

Zhao and Yuzhi are a match made in heaven,

aren't they?

If they marry,

what could those people in

the martial world possibly say?

They are indeed

a good match.

But Zhao has always had a mind of her own.

She's just ended her engagement with Yuqi,

and now to promise her to someone else...

I fear she may not agree.

Let the young

handle their own affairs.

Rest easy.

Tri-colored peach blossoms?

Yuzhi, why did you ask me here,

and in such

a mysterious way?

Zhao,

I asked you here because

there's something I must tell you.

My father has asked Mr. Cai to let you marry me.

But I need your consent.

You and me?

Lord Song is being utterly reckless.

That was my wish.

Zhao,

I care for you deeply.

I know.

Yuzhi, you want to help me out of this predicament.

But I don't need that.

Aunt once said,

in life there are

hardships that you must face them yourself,

and no one can shoulder for you.

In the end,

we can only rely on ourselves.

I don't want to be a coward anymore,

hiding behind you

under the guise of marriage,

letting you bear the blame.

That wouldn't be fair.

Zhao,

I'm not trying to rescue you.

Thank you for your kindness, Yuzhi.

In my heart,

you will always be the best senior brother.

In that case,

you still owe me a bowl of

lotus congee.

Well, Yuzhi?

My lotus congee isn't bad, is it?

Do you know why I like lotus congee?

When I was young, I loved sweets,

yet Mother often made this for me.

She said lotus seeds clear the heart,

bitter at first taste, but sweet in the aftertaste.

If one only wants sweetness,

pastries would do.

The "Smiley" my aunt made were delicious.

That lingering sweetness

may not be as direct as pastries,

but what if that direct sweetness

lasts only for a moment?

Are you out of your mind?

Do you know Master

and the others are searching all over for you?

You said "no set meeting,"

refused even to come down the mountain,

and here you are,

busy making lotus congee for someone.

What's it to you?

It concerns me.

The matter of the man in black isn't settled yet.

I told you I'll find him myself.

Leave now.

If Master discovers you,

you won't be able to leave.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

What did your master tell you?

Is it that skin-painted demon story again?

Yes, the skin-painted demon.

He killed my aunt.

He killed her friends.

I cannot repeat her mistake.

But I'm not that demon.

Your aunt is your aunt.

You are you.

Why mix the two?

How do I know you're not?

The skin-painted demon excelled at disguise.

When you pretended to be Chang Ning,

no one noticed.

Zhao,

what must I do for you to believe me?

If you don't want to search for the man in black,

then we won't.

We can abandon everything,

leave the martial world behind.

I have parents, family, friends.

Why should I abandon them for you?

Zhao.

Milady,

Lord Qi is here.

Master.

Father. Mother.

Zhao,

you're too young to understand

how treacherous the Demon Sect can be.

Leave this matter

to us adults.

Mr. Mu,

why aren't you out yet?

I wonder

what brings Lord Qi here.

Where did you

get this wrist guard?

It's a memento from my father.

Why do you ask?

Lord Qi?

Pingshu gave this to the skin-painted demon.

I saw it with my own eyes.

So it was Mu Zhengming?

Qi,

what are you saying?

Skin-painted demon.

Your father is the skin-painted demon?

Lord Qi,

are you certain?

I would never mistake it.

The wrist guards on your arms

are the best proof.

Shangguan!

Zhao, wait for me.

Master,

was Mu Zhengming truly the skin-painted demon?

How could I lie

about your aunt's fate?

Get up.

I saw

that demon twice.

I will never forget him.

When I first met him,

my cultivation was still shallow.

While pursuing a villain,

I fell into a trap.

Your aunt rushed to save me.

In the midst of the fierce battle,

this man suddenly appeared

and lent us his aid.

What?

Do you find me too ruthless?

No. You are not ruthless at all.

On the contrary, I think you are like

wind and fire:

pure as the wind,

fierce as the fire.

It suits you perfectly.

(Righteous Spirit) "Pure as the wind,

fierce as the fire."

So it was he who first said that.

In this martial world,

many admired your aunt.

Few truly understood her.

But he was different.

I saw this and thought it would look lovely on you.

Irises.

They'll bring good luck.

Master.

But Mu Qingyan told me

Mu Zhengming never left the Hanhai Mountains.

How can you trust the words of

It was my fault.

Otherwise,

your aunt would never have met him.

I was blind.

I failed to see

that he was a fiend wearing human skin.

I can't let you walk the same path as Pingshu.

From today on,

you're not to take a single step outside Qingque Sect.

If you dare,

don't blame me for casting aside our master-disciple bond

(Righteous Spirit)

(My father could never be him.)

(Knowing his character,)

(he'd never do such things.)

(Then who is the owner of this wrist guard?)

This is where my father lived as a child.

Two cradles.

Could it be...

Young Master,

Elder Yan has arrived.

Young Master.

Did my father have a brother?

You...

How did you know?

Where is he?

This was all Nie Hengcheng's doing.

Back then, after your grandmother,

Lady Ouyang, gave birth to twin sons,

Nie Hengcheng

presented the old chief with a stunning beauty.

Lady Ouyang, in fury,

left and insisted on

taking both young masters.

In the struggle,

the old chief managed to keep only your father.

Three years later,

he found your grandmother.

By then she was gravely ill, near death.

She said

the young master she had taken

had already died of illness.

The old chief was deeply shaken

and soon passed away.

Your father was still young,

so the sect's affairs fell into Nie Hengcheng's hands.

In time, he usurped the position of Sect Chief.

Eternal Sacred Sect,

unify the martial world!

Eternal Sacred Sect,

unify the martial world!

Twenty years ago,

the other young master suddenly returned,

seeking to reclaim his inheritance.

(Mu Zhengyang, Li Sect)

Nie Hengcheng claimed he was an impostor

and sought to execute him.

Fortunately,

Young Master Zhengming intervened in time,

and Nie Hengcheng spared him.

At first, Nie Hengcheng refused.

But your father promised him

that he would never acknowledge Zhengyang.

Only then were they allowed to leave.

Nie Hengcheng even branded him here

(Abandoned) "Abandoned"

before letting him go.

And then?

He likely hid deep in some remote mountains.

After that, I never heard of him again.

Young Master, why do you ask about this today?

Uncle Cheng,

Elder Yan has worked hard of late.

Have someone

fetch two jars of aged liquor from the cellar

for him to take back.

- Yes. - Young Master...

Elder Yan,

please.

Uncle Cheng,

now it's your turn to speak.

Nie Hengcheng was meticulous.

He would never have allowed

an ambitious Mu heir to leave freely.

Father must have understood the stakes.

Where did he hide Mu Zhengyang?

He did indeed

hide Zhengyang

in a certain place.

Stay here for now.

Once the storm passes,

I will take you away.

Wait.

(Abandoned)

(Jiuzhou Archive)

(Abandoned) Irises.

They'll bring good luck.

Uncle Cheng,

do you know where this man is now?

He's dead.

Dead?

About fifteen years ago.

At that time,

the Young Master had moved with you to Carefree Chamber.

One day,

Mr. Chang

came to visit, bringing a frail young woman.

Did he leave

any last words?

He said nothing.

In a few more days,

I'll be seeing him myself.

I can ask for you then.

Don't talk nonsense.

I asked the Young Master.

He said

Zhengyang was already dead.

That woman

had only come to return his belongings.

Which means

no one can prove he ever existed.

Uncle Cheng,

did Mu Zhengyang

leave behind any other relics?

You're waiting for him.

Master has already ordered the Six Sects:

if Mu Qingyan steps out of the Hanhai Mountains,

he is not to be spared.

I only hope he never comes.

But these past few days, you've lingered at Fengyun Peak.

You are still waiting.

How do you know where I've been?

Master asked you to keep an eye on me?

Everyone is worried about you.

I am waiting,

but I'm not waiting for him.

I'm waiting for an answer.

Zhao,

the Ingenious Scholar said

these storybooks

are all the latest editions.

Have a look and see if you like them.

It's either a young hero meeting a peasant girl,

or a rich lady marrying a scholar,

or perhaps

an immortal descending to earth,

stirring up life-and-death drama.

I'm tired of such tales.

What are these outdated stories?

Our Zhao isn't a child anymore.

What are you saying?

I picked these out with care.

All right, all right, I know, I know.

Zhao, look

what I have prepared for you.

Something new and solid.

A complete set of mechanisms:

a mechanical frog,

a mechanical grasshopper,

and this,

a mechanical bird.

Quite solid, indeed.

- Look. - Madam,

Mr. Chang once gave Milady

a mechanical bird as well.

Xiaofeng,

the weather's nice.

How about a walk with me?

Pingchun,

I heard that Yin Sulian

has changed her ways lately,

spending her days in the Buddha hall,

eating vegetarian and chanting sutras.

Shall we

go take a look at her?

- Sure, let's go. - Let's go take a look.

- Father, Mother. - Come, Zhao.

Don't worry.

I won't repeat Aunt's mistake.

If he's someone I shouldn't love,

then from now on,

I won't.

Zhao,

you've always had your own mind,

bold enough to act your way.

Forget that skin-painted demon's son.

Forget him.

Reading some old clich├ęs now and then

isn't so bad.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you, Mother.

Young Master,

we've searched everywhere.

There's truly no trace of the relic from those years.

(If Mu Zhengyang was the skin-painted demon,)

(then...)

My aunt came here?

She was searching for the saliva as well.

With her

was a masked man.

This painting

was done by him.

What unique wrist guards,

embroidered with two

irises.

Irises.

Young Master,

where are you going?

Qingque Sect.

She's waiting for me.

Young Master,

since Elder Hu was abducted,

many former members of the Xuanwu Altar have defected.

Morale in the sect is unstable.

How can you leave at a time like this?

Since when did my affairs

become yours to manage?

In your eyes, Young Master,

is there only Miss Cai?

Is there no place for us?

Even if you won't think of us,

at least think of your own safety.

Qingque Sect is a deadly trap right now.

If you go,

your chances are slim.

Perhaps

we can send word by other means.

I must go in person.

Nie Zhe is watching like a hawk.

If anything happens to you,

then the sect chief's seat...

Then it changes hands again.

Whatever you do.

(Past and Future Glory)

A spy reports

"Strengthen defenses" Mu Qingyan has left the Hanhai Mountains.

Even if

he has,

he may not dare come to Qingque Sect.

We're on full alert.

He must know that.

If this Young Master Mu

knew when to retreat,

he wouldn't have challenged Nie Zhe alone

in the first place,

nor reclaimed the Demon Sect

by his own strength.

If I'm not mistaken,

he'll come up the mountain tonight.

If he dares come,

he won't leave alive.

It's just Zhao...

Zhao.

Zhao.

Mother.

Come with me somewhere.

With this broken body of mine,

I'm afraid I cannot go.

Back then,

Zigui was closest to you.

This time, you must escort his ashes

back to Jiangdong.

Even if

we have to carry you.

Zhao,

stay here tonight.

Help your Uncle Lei pack.

We leave tomorrow.

I'm not going.

Lei Xiuming,

it's been eighteen years.

The one who harmed you has been found.

Are you going to hide on this mountain

for the rest of your life?

Uncle Lei,

was it Mu Zhengming

who ambushed you back then?

It was too dark.

Everything happened too fast.

I couldn't see clearly.

Enough.

Don't bring up the past again.

Who would have thought the dignified

Qingque Sect would use Thunderstorms?

Back then, Qingque Sect

confiscated many of them.

But the explosives are too vicious,

too underhanded,

so the sect disdained to use them.

Today, however,

they're perfectly suited

for Young Master Mu.

Mu Qingyan,

knowing it's a trap and still daring to come,

you've got nerve.

Where is Zhao?

She won't see you.

I advise you

to surrender now.

Enough talk.

You won't see her.

Let's see how long you can hold out.

Yunke,

the boy is stalling.

Zhao.

What is it?

Nothing.

Forget it.

Stop drinking tea.

Go help Uncle Lei pack.

Leave the jars and bottles,

just pack some clothes.

Mother.

What now?

I want to go back.

Back for what?

Feicui has

already packed your things.

Running back and forth

is such a bother.

Zhao, don't go.

Has he come?

You lured me away on purpose.

You're planning

to ambush and kill him.

Zhao,

your master and the others are furious.

Besides,

Young Master Mu is highly skilled.

He may have already escaped.

If he doesn't see me,

he won't leave.

Zhao.

Zhao!

They said it was all in the past,

but it's not over yet.

Stop!

Zhao!

=Generation to Generation=

♪The breeze is gentle, and spring is fair♪

♪I roam the rivers and hills in the martial world♪

♪With a shining cup, I drink with delight tonight♪

♪Free to wander in the world♪

♪I drink with the breeze, lost in my dreams♪

♪I rest beneath the stars' soft gleam♪

♪The night is calm, still as a stream♪

♪It washes away all judgment and scheme♪

♪I drink with the breeze, lost in my dreams♪

♪I hold the bright moon as I return home♪

♪I freely roam in the world♪

♪All I ask is that you go with me♪

♪I drink with the breeze, lost in my dreams♪

♪I hold the bright moon as I return home♪

♪I freely roam in the world♪

♪All I ask is that you go with me♪