The reason why he wanted Feng Rugu to be the leader of the Bushi Sect was because Han Jing clearly remembered that at that time, he sacrificed Wen Chen and others with his own hands in exchange for prestige and made it a serious suggestion.

Feng Rugu wanted to get such an idea, but Feng Rugu would never do this.

Feng Rugu is always Feng Rugu. If you can't be Lin Xuejing, you can't be Shi Shujing.

That way, it's great.

Han Jing thought he would be so peaceful until he died.

This was the ending he planned for himself.

Before this, Feng Rugu gave Han Jing three days, and Han Jing used most of these three days to lay a solid foundation for his death.

Even Chang Boning had gone to see it.

He thought he would no longer have any regrets, and even if he had never looked at Chang Boning before his death, he was content.

But even he himself could not have imagined that the world in his eyes would change little by little while he was dying.

Han Jing opened his eyes slightly widened.

The dark gray world gradually faded away the cold and sharp light, with light, color, and beauty.

The deep pool-like blue that settled in his pupils gradually turned from light to thick, and became black.

...Is the world supposed to be like this?

So, what should he... Han Jing look like?

The poison quickly eroded his body.

Han Jing's body suddenly moved, and Fang Guiqingming's eyes were covered with a thin layer of blood.

The whole world is as beautiful as the peach blossoms in March.

...

In the early sunshine in spring, peach blossoms are like brocade waves.

In the Taohuawu on Danyang Peak in March, there is a small Taohua Temple.

In Taohua Temple, there is a school set up by the three sects, which specializes in the advanced Taoist arts.

Zhiyuejun, who is responsible for teaching today, wore a crimson Taoist robe, hung it on the rack with her whisk, and moved with the fragrance of peach blossoms outside the window.

"...What is the 'Top Supreme Forgets the Love'?' Forgets the Love and comes to the public, forgets the Love and is not moved by emotions, and is not disturbed by emotions. The most private thing in heaven is used to the public'."

"However, the Supreme Being Forgets Love is not a ruthlessness, but a feeling that has feelings but forgets love, and is silent and unmoved."

"Those who cultivate into the Supreme Way of Forgetting Love will have a more refined cultivation than those who practice ordinary Taoism and will be one step closer to the great way. However, love and desire will become weak, it is irreversible..."

Zhiyuejun put down the book briefly and was about to ask a question, but found that the four students under him had fallen asleep.

Talking to the moon: "..."

Zhiyuejun asked the only Han Jing who was still awake: "...Jing'er, am I too bored to speak?"

"No, Master." Han Jing explained to the three of them in a gentle voice, "Yesterday was the Shangsi Festival on the third day of the March 2018. As usual, Sanhua brought Boning to drink with her Bings. The two of them drank too much, and Boning... was really not good at drinking, and after sobering up, she was still very tired."

"Then we won't argue with them." Zhiyuejun is naturally gentle and smiled lightly, "Master whispers to you alone."

The master and apprentice smiled together.

Today's course teaches it the method of practicing "Taishang Forgetful Love". Some of the contents are really difficult and need to be recorded carefully.

Han Jing simply took the notes half-spread in front of Chang Boning, and then took the ink pen in front of him. He rolled his sleeves three times, held one stroke on each left and right, followed the contents of the master with his right hand, and copied it from the out of context on Chang Boning's notes with his left hand.

The handwriting on both sides is a common literary show.

After copying a paragraph, he looked up unexpectedly and looked at Zhiyuejun, who was teaching and watching his actions meaningfully.

The young man Han Jing blushed and whispered: "Master... I'll copy it for Boning first. After he goes back, he can also read it as usual. Mine will be used for reference for Sanhuahua..."

Ting Yuejun's eyes were curved into a shallow crescent shape, and he nodded clearly.

Han Jing was about to explain again, but a small ball of paper was smashed on his back.

Feng Rugu's sleepy but smiling voice came from the back row: "...Senior Brother Han, I'm listening, you don't have to worry about me."

Han Jing was embarrassed, so he stopped looking up and focused on copying the text. Only a piece of thin white neck was left, revealing a blushing sound.

Zhiyuejun did not make his disciple too embarrassed, pretending to be ignorant of his thoughts and continued to teach: "...However, there are also variables in practicing the way of forgetting feelings. If you are eager to achieve success and miss the right path, you will go to the wrong path. If you take a wrong step, you will easily enter the path of ruthlessness, or even the path of ruthlessness."

Feng Rugu supported her cheeks and was half asleep. I don’t know if she was napping again or was closing her eyes to rest.

Han Jing kept on his hands, but his light glanced at Chang Boning beside him.

A strand of hair drooped from his temples, slightly stuck to his lips, and blew out with his slow breath.

This seemed to make him uncomfortable, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly in his sleep.

"...The ruthless Tao no longer understands love and hate. The heart is like water, and the love is like cold rock. Because the heart has no distracting thoughts, it is one step closer to comprehending the way of heaven. However, the heart is heartless and no longer the same as before. It is inevitable that there are minor flaws, which is the incompleteness of perfection."

Han Jing put down the ink pen and leaned over, trying to take off the strand of hair that was bothering Chang Boning.

However, as soon as his fingers touched Chang Boning's lips, Han Jing retracted his hand as if he was burned, hid his thumb in his palm and rubbed it slowly.

"... Those who have lost their hearts will be even worse. Those who have cultivated into the hearts will change the most. The spiritual power can be greatly increased, the skills can leap, and even the color of the pupils will change. Their emotions and nature are almost in common with the heavenly way: no sorrow or joy, no desire or thought, no good or evil, and regard all things in the world as one. One mustard, one flower, one person, and one world, is completely different in the eyes of those who have lost their hearts."

Han Jing pondered for a while, and finally made up his mind again, picked up the ink pen, leaned over, and carefully took off the little hair that was hooked on the corner of Chang Boning's lips with the end of the pen.

Seeing his eyebrows relaxed again, Han Jing smiled at Chang Boning's sleeping face, bowed gently to Chang Boning, who was sleeping in his sleep for a little rudeness, to apologize, and then held the ink pen again and continued to copy.

But at that time, Han Jing never thought that spiritual power increased greatly and leaps in martial arts were an important thing.

In the little Taohua Temple, next to Han Jing, his avenue and his world were sitting.
Chapter completed!