"Oh, everyone is dead, isn't this fairy peach wasted in vain?"
Jiang Ning had the same idea and looked at Master Mo Yuan in astonishment.
Although it is said that two peaches kill three men, the point is that one makes them kill each other, and it is best if they all die.
But they are all dead and there are still two fairy peaches left. What does it mean?
But Mo Yuan suddenly smiled eerily and stretched out his hand towards the two fairy peaches.
Suddenly the two fairy peaches appeared and gathered into two real fairy peaches, full of fairy spirit.
Then Mo Yuan pulled the two fairy peaches towards him.
"Little one, your character is far from that of my old devil!"
"Who stipulates that you and I must be one of the three cultivators?"
"If you kill these three reckless monks, won't all these peaches belong to me?"
"Fair? What is fairness?"
"The greatest fairness in the world is that all the good things belong to me, and everyone else should die as long as the floods are raging!"
"Hehe, things in this world are always like this. Two peaches kill three people. Who is qualified to steal my fairy peach from Mo Yuan?"
As Mo Yuan spoke, he handed one of the fairy peaches to Jiang Xiaole.
The fairy peach was as big as a human head. Jiang Xiaole held it in his arms, but he was not in a hurry to eat it.
Instead, he looked at Mo Yuan with a look of sudden enlightenment, and finally praised loudly, "You old guy is still wrong!"
"This is called wisdom!" Mo Yuan snorted, picking up the peach and taking a bite.
Behind the two of them, Jiang Ning was watching all this.
At this moment, my heart was shocked.
Isn't this fairy peach the fairy fate he obtained in the fairy dream?
Master is not teaching Jiang Xiaole here, this is clearly teaching him.
He specifically pointed out that he was too soft-hearted.
As a practitioner, the road ahead is bleak and there are pits and obstacles at your feet.
In order to become immortals and live forever, how many monks would even pay for their blood relatives and flesh as the price of cultivation?
But he actually followed him to kill immortals because of those monks in the virtual world.
In the end, he stopped Mr. Zhong from helping him kill those monks.
He is indeed too soft-hearted, and this soft-heartedness may lay the foundation for his disaster!
Master is right. Now that you have embarked on the path of spiritual practice, you must not be soft-hearted.
Those who deserve to be killed must be killed.
Cultivation resources are the foundation of a monk.
Which monk in the world would share those peaches equally with you?
Only by deceiving each other, killing each other crazily, and snatching resources and treasures can we go further and higher on the road of spiritual practice.
Natural selection, the strong survive!
Master is teaching him how to deal with such a situation again in the future.
What I should be thinking about is definitely not how to distribute it fairly or leave a way for others to survive.
Instead, we must eliminate all possible dangers and take all resources into our own hands!
This is absolutely the truth between heaven and earth!
But is it the right thing to do?
If this truth is really correct.
Then Ling Yunhai of Xianqing Sect shouldn't have to fight to the death for his son.
Instead, he doesn’t care about his son at all and only cares about his own cultivation!
If this truth is correct, the Xianqing Sect will not die at the hands of Ji Tian.
Instead, they grovel and seek only a way to survive!
If we simply believe in the truth, how can there be any true love in this world?
For the sake of so-called spiritual resources, they stabbed their relatives, friends and brothers in the back, and abandoned their flesh and blood relatives.
Even if he just kills some monks who helped him kill immortals.
This kind of thing.
Jiang Ning really can’t do it!
There is more than simple good and evil in the world.
But everything and everyone in the world is between good and evil.
The so-called moderation is to achieve a balance between good and evil.
There are only a minority of people who are extremely evil, or extremely compassionate.
The right way in the world is the way of moderation, benevolence and righteousness!
However, it is also understandable that my master is, after all, an old demon who once conquered all realms!
He knows too much intrigue and has experienced too much killing each other.
There is no trust at all for outsiders!
But for him, Jiang Ning, or for all living beings in the world.
Only children care about good and evil, adults only care about choices!
Either take it or leave it, if you give it and gain it, then you can achieve the golden mean, which is the right way!
After thinking about this, Jiang Ning seemed to have a clearer understanding of his Taoist heart.
He studied under the old demon Mo Yuan, but he himself will never become a demon.
He pursues the path of a true immortal, but it is impossible for him to have too much compassion for the world after becoming a true immortal.
To put it bluntly, no matter whether they are true immortals or mortals, everyone has their own way.
Master Mo Yuan has cultivated the devil's path, so he naturally has a devil's heart.
And Jiang Ning, now neither an immortal nor a demon, still maintains a moderate and benevolent heart.
Therefore, I watched my master teach his son this unique demonic way.
Jiang Ning suddenly felt dizzy and hurriedly stepped forward.
"Hey, hey, that's not what you said!"
"Although the principle is such a principle, when doing things for others, you have to discuss the matter according to the facts!"
"You can't just kill people when you see them, or grab treasures when you see them!"
"Even if you want to rob, you can't be greedy and swallow the elephant, right?"
Jiang Ning quickly went up and rubbed Jiang Xiaole's head.
Even if what Master teaches is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth.
I have to wait until my son grows up and has the heart to distinguish right from wrong.
At that time, I will teach him these principles of heaven and earth.
Now teach him to kill all the people, and all the treasures in the world will belong to me.
Isn't this another way of teaching an old devil who doesn't care about right and wrong?
Or in other words, your son’s path must be chosen by himself when he grows up.
Instead of teaching him now, kill everything and only have treasures in his eyes!
In this world, apart from treasures and materials
Source, there is also true love in the world.
Love, family affection, brotherhood, and some friendships are more important than resources and treasures!
Just saw him coming.
The old guy and the little guy looked at each other in horror.
"Damn it! It's over now!"
"There are only two peaches in total, and now there are three of us!"
"It's really like two peaches killing three people??"
Mo Yuan and Jiang Xiaole both exclaimed.
Then they all looked at Jiang Ning who appeared behind them with fierce looks on their faces.
Jiang Ning was startled and shivered all over for no reason.
"No, I don't think I said I wanted to eat your peaches, right?"
"kill him!"
"Kill your father to death quickly, or we will lose our peach!!"
Mo Yuan encouraged him, and then led Jiang Xiaole towards Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning felt like crying but couldn't find any tears. He was here to teach his son.
Why was he knocked down by this young man as soon as he came up?
It is impossible to kill.
Jiang Xiaole jumped on him and pushed him down on the beach.
Next to him, Mo Yuan, the old devil, hugged two big peaches and circled them, shouting that the fight was good and laughing at the fight between father and son.
The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren generally laughed and had a good time.
Finally, Jiang Xiaole got tired of playing and lay on Jiang Ning's body.
A pair of dark eyes rolled around to look at his father.
Jiang Ning was also lying on the beach, patting his son's back.
This is my first time having this kind of fun experience with my son.
The feeling of being a father in his heart was satisfied for the first time.
It turns out that playing around with my son is so fun!
When he entered the immortal dreamland, he obtained all the memories of Ling Sansi.
Deep in Ling Sansi's memory, he had laughed like this with Ling Yunhai when he was a child.