Song Zhishu looked at the pages on the table that were being opened by the breeze.
Just like my current mood, it is messy and disorderly.
Regarding the plan of the two brothers Bai Haochen and the punishment given by the Law Enforcement Hall, Song Zhishu was thinking about what to do. Is there any way? It seems that there is no way, and there is nothing that can be done.
A feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart again, just like when the saint's sword was taken away, and there was nothing he could do.
As Lu Ming reminded, the force he was facing was very strong and there was no way to fight against it.
He knew that he was deliberately framed and framed, but he could only watch helplessly.
Song Zhishu was silent, telling himself not to think too much, then closed the door and window and sat up cross-legged, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, condensing it into his body, nourishing his body and meridians, but for some reason, he could not calm down.
Even when I was practicing, I found that the meridians were somewhat blocked and were not as smooth as before.
After Song Zhishu felt the depression in his chest and the chaotic mind, he gave up practicing after a long time, walked to the table again, and began to write and read various articles silently, hoping to completely calm down and resolve the depression in his chest.
Three days passed, and Song Zhishu stayed at home and didn't go anywhere.
As usual, I am either practicing or reading and writing.
One morning.
Song Zhishu stood by the window, put down his paper and pen, and looked at the article he had just copied with a calm expression.
The handwriting is sloppy and has no sense of beauty at all. It is worse than when I first started studying. That is because my mind cannot calm down, and the depression in my chest is blocked and cannot be resolved at all.
This is true not only for today, but also for articles transcribed for several consecutive days.
Cultivation is the same as before, there is no progress, on the contrary, it is slightly backward than before. This is because there is something wrong with the state of mind.
"It's hard to get rid of depression, and I can't calm down. Let alone practicing, I can't even read. Forget it, let's go out for a walk."
Song Zhishu looked at the article in front of him and muttered to himself, with a slight smile in his eyes. This smile did not mean anything else, but was full of helplessness. Staying at home would only make him more upset, so it was better to go out for a walk to relax.
, divert attention.
After tidying up for a while, I put everything in order.
Song Zhishu closed the door and came to the street.
As far as the eye could see in Mingyue City, the streets were busy with traffic and people coming and going. Some were happy because they had gained a lot, while others looked sad because they looked sad. It was the same as usual, without any change.
Song Zhishu was a bit like an outsider, quietly watching what was happening on the street, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
"The Taihao Sword Sect is too big. Maybe what I encountered will not have any impact at all. Who is helpless? Why should I always take it to heart?" Song Zhishu said to himself, feeling that it seemed much better to think this way.
Even the depression in my chest is no longer as strong as before, and my mood has calmed down a lot.
Song Zhishu continued walking without any purpose, but sometimes he would stop and take in what he saw.
"Is it Senior Brother Song?"
Suddenly a slightly familiar voice sounded, with a hint of surprise.
Song Zhishu turned his head and found that Su Wanyun, whom he had not seen for a long time, was standing behind him. The opponent's state had reached the seventh level of Qi training. It seems that he had gained a lot during this period and his cultivation level had increased.
"Junior sister Su." Song Zhishu nodded, his voice was calm and there was no intention of getting close.
"Senior Brother Song has reached the ninth level of Qi training."
Su Wanyun was about to speak, but soon felt that the aura on Song Zhishu's body was very strong, much stronger than her own, and for a moment there was a bit of shock in her eyes.
I recall that at the beginning, the opponent was only at the second level of Qi training, but now that I haven't seen him for a while, he has improved so quickly.
They seem to be similar, but Su Wanyun only entered the seventh level of Qi training a while ago, so in comparison, they are completely different.
Therefore, in addition to being shocked, she also felt a sense of envy. After reaching the ninth level of Qi training, she could look forward to building a foundation.
At that time, the two people will no longer be on the same level, and the identity gap will be huge.
Foundation building can promote you to an outer sect disciple and gain more resources from the sect.
Perhaps the gap will become wider in the future.
How could Su Wanyun not move?
"Well, Junior Sister Su is also making good progress." Song Zhishu nodded and didn't explain too much, just said something casually.
"Where can I compare to Senior Brother Song?"
Su Wanyun smiled and wanted to go forward and get closer. After all, with a relationship that could be built up, her situation would be better in the future.
But soon, she seemed to remember something, her face became a little ugly, and then she couldn't help but take two steps back, trying to stay as far away from Song Zhishu as possible, and her tone became lighter: "It's just a fluke."
"Why is Junior Sister Su afraid of being influenced by me?"
Song Zhishu smiled when he saw this. Lu Ming had reminded him a few days ago, so he knew what was going on, so he couldn't help but say: "Logically speaking, you shouldn't be afraid of the relationship you have with Bai Qiuyu, right?"
Su Wanyun and Bai Qiuyu had patrolled the mountains before, and they must have known each other. Even if Bai Qiuyu wanted to target the people around her, she would not be stupid enough to attack anyone with whom she had some connections.
But now that even the other party is behaving like this, one can imagine how far those remarks have spread.
"Senior Brother Song is joking. How can a low-level disciple like Junior Sister fall into Senior Brother Bai's eyes? He doesn't care. There are many people who care."
Su Wanyun smiled bitterly after hearing this. She was able to patrol the mountains with Bai Qiuyu just because of her connections. She was just a handyman disciple, so what if she was a bit pretty? The class gap was too big.
What's more, even if there are many people around Bai Qiuyu who want to please, it is not impossible to attack her.
It's just an insignificant little character, no one will care.
Song Zhishu did not speak.
Because what the other party said was right, even Liu Qing and the others could just give up, let alone Su Wanyun. He didn't understand Bai Qiuyu's viciousness before, but after a series of recent events, Song Zhishu completely understood.
"Senior Brother Song, if there is nothing else to do, Junior Sister will take the first step, and we will continue in the next day."
Su Wanyun spoke out, with a slightly anxious look in her eyes. She obviously didn't want to talk to Zhishu Song anymore. There had been too much gossip in the city recently, which she couldn't bear. If she was misunderstood, her path to immortality would be ruined.
"Okay, junior sister, walk slowly."
Song Zhishu nodded and was about to say more.
But soon I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye and immediately agreed.
"Thank you, senior brother."
Su Wanyun bowed, turned around quickly, and then disappeared into the crowd without looking back.
Song Zhishu said nothing when he saw this, but walked in another direction to look for the familiar figure.
Fortunately, the man was pulling a cart, and there was an old woman and a child about five or six years old on it, so the speed was not very fast.
Song Zhishu caught up quickly. After seeing this scene, he frowned slightly and said gently: "Wang Zhuang?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately put down his cart and turned around. When he saw Song Zhishu, his eyes widened and he couldn't help being surprised. He immediately bowed and saluted: "Master Song? Young Wang Zhuang has met Song Xianzhang."
Yes, this person is the messenger Wang Zhuang who sent a letter to Song Zhishu and gave him an umbrella.
At this moment, Wang Zhuang was very pleasantly surprised. After seeing the gift, he didn't know what to say. He could only keep rubbing his trouser legs with his hands, and finally he thought of shouting: "Mom, Cui'er, come down and see Song Xianchang. I told you before."
The old woman on the cart was shocked when she heard the word "immortal". She pulled her granddaughter out of the car and immediately knelt down.
This is an immortal, a very big person. It is very rare to meet a mortal like me without talking to him.
"Old people don't have to be like this."
Before the old man and the young man knelt down, Song Zhishu raised his hand to help them up. Naturally, he did not want to receive such a great gift.
The old woman did not dare to resist and quickly retreated. She could not touch the immortal's hand too much.
As for the girl, she looked at Song Zhishu with wide eyes, full of curiosity. She was still young and didn't understand what the word "Xianchang" meant, but she just felt that the big brother in front of her was approachable.
Song Zhishu smiled, then looked at the cart behind Wang Zhuang and the various baggage on it, and couldn't help but ask: "What? Are you leaving Mingyue City?"
"Yes, Immortal Chief, the Immortal Sect was reorganized and the rent in Mingyue City increased greatly. I originally had the job of delivering letters, and I could support the whole family. But some time ago, I don't know why, the shopkeeper suddenly said that there were enough people, and the younger one was dismissed.
Dismissed."
"It's actually nothing to be fired. I just wanted to find another job, which would be harder at worst. But after traveling to more than a dozen places, they all said I was too old and didn't want it. I really had no choice but to leave with you.
Otherwise, I really won’t be able to survive.”
Having said this, Wang Zhuang couldn't help but sigh, with helplessness, thinking that he had so much strength now, why didn't he need it when he was older?
But he had no choice, no way out, and a family to support. If he didn't leave, wouldn't he be waiting for death if he stayed in the city?
After Song Zhishu heard this, he felt nothing at first, but the more he listened, the more something was wrong, and he frowned slightly.
Because he suddenly knew what was going on.
Although there are many mortals like Wang Zhuang in the city, there is no shortage of work to do. But why was he suddenly dismissed and sent to more than a dozen places without anyone wanting him? The reason is naturally very simple. He was targeted.
It’s Bai Qiuyu again.
Just because it has something to do with you, you don’t even let mortals go?
Song Zhishu clenched his fist slightly, the anger in his heart slowly ignited again, and the depression in his chest that had calmed down emerged again, but in the end he had no choice but to let go of his hand and said gently: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Song Immortal, you are a good person. Only you can talk to someone like me. It is a great blessing for me to meet you."
"Don't worry about small things. You have your own life, and you won't be able to survive after you leave. There is no need for you to worry about small things, Mr. Song. Small things are not worth it."
Wang Zhuang shook his head, then bowed and answered with a smile on his face: "Look, I don't know how to say auspicious words. I learned a few words from the shopkeeper before. Before leaving, I wish Song Xian a long future."
The path to immortality is successful."
Song Zhishu didn't speak, just nodded, because he really couldn't say anything.
Finally, the two chatted for a few more words.
It's getting late, and Wang Zhuang is about to leave.
At dusk, the sun sets in the west, and the setting sun is like blood.
Song Zhishu stood there, looking ahead. Not far away, Wang Zhuang walked to the cart, like an old scalper, pulling the young and old on the cart, slowly walking towards the city gate, and finally couldn't help but utter a few more words.
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"Forget it again?"
The depression in his chest had been suppressed, but now there were signs of it coming back again.
If Li Dao and others were blinded by interests and fell into a trap, that would be excusable and not absolutely innocent.
But what about Wang Zhuang? He was so innocent. The other party was just a mere mortal. He could not affect anything and did not pose the slightest threat. However, because of his own reasons, he ended up leading his whole family away from Mingyue City.
Song Zhishu really didn't know what to say. He looked at the direction Wang Zhuang was leaving for a while, and finally moved forward slowly.
There is really nothing he can do. If he really chooses to help, Bai Qiuyu will undoubtedly get the news. By then, Wang Zhuang is afraid that he will face a more miserable end, not just leaving.
So in the end, Song Zhishu still did nothing and couldn't do anything. He just walked aimlessly on the street, but his heart could not calm down no matter what.
After burning the incense, Song Zhishu stopped, then raised his head, looked at the familiar Mingyue Academy, hesitated for a moment and then walked in.
I have questions in my mind and a lot of messy thoughts that I can't figure out.
Therefore, I would like to ask Mr. Wenyuan to get the answer and relieve my doubts.
In Mingyue Academy, flowers overflow with fragrance.
There were two figures sitting opposite each other in a courtyard, but the tea on the table was not moved at all.
"Gentleman, are you confused?"
Zhou Wenyuan looked at the silent Song Zhishu in front of him and spoke first. He could see that Song Zhishu had a feeling of depression in his heart that could not be vented.
"Yes, sir, please teach me." Song Zhishu nodded, because he was really helpless and didn't know what to do.
"I also know the results of the treatment of Song Xiaoyou's friends." Zhou Wenyuan pondered for a moment and answered: "The punishment given to them by the Taihao Sword Sect Law Enforcement Hall is indeed a bit serious, but the matter is over, and the little friend has already
I tried my best.”
"Brother Ping'an told me a lot. Someone is specifically targeting you. It can be said that the plan is meticulous and has no loopholes. I just want to get ahead of you, but what method can you use? Everyone knows that they are targeting you, but
They have never attacked the children directly, so any excuse is useless."
Hearing this, Song Zhishu raised his head and expressed doubts: "Can it be that all these things I have encountered and seen can only be forgotten?"
Why don’t I understand Mr. Wenyuan’s thoughts?
But I still feel uncomfortable in my heart.
My chest was even more congested because of that incident, and I couldn't vent it.
Zhou Wenyuan sighed slightly and continued to persuade: "That force is very strong, and you cannot resist it now. Xiaoyou Song, you will have high achievements in the future. Sometimes there is no need to rush for a moment. The road ahead is long, and there will eventually be someone who can stand out."
when."
Having said this, Zhou Wenyuan drank a cup of tea. Didn't he know that this explanation was a bit far-fetched?
But what can I do? Even if I try my best to help, I can't change the situation.
The affairs of the Taihao Sword Sect, not only the Mingyue Academy, but also the Confucian school, had no control over it. Zhou Wenyuan chose to persuade him, just to relieve Song Zhishu's depression and stop him from getting into trouble. As just said, the road ahead is long.
Song Zhishu has the appearance of a saint and cannot be stymied by one thing. The other party has a longer-term future.
"Sir, the student understands."
Song Zhishu spoke up, fell silent, and did not continue to speak.
As Mr. Wenyuan said, I am too weak now. I really can't do anything, and I don't even have a reason to stand out.
What can be done?
no way.
After a long time, Zhou Wenyuan saw that Song Zhishu still didn't speak, and said again: "Little friend Song, I have a suggestion. It's better to stay away from this land of right and wrong and travel thousands of miles to relieve the stagnation in your chest. Maybe you can walk thousands of miles."
You can think clearly about everything."
His meaning was very simple, that is, let Song Zhishu leave first and not get involved in the things around him. Moreover, whether he was practicing or studying, the most taboo thing was to have doubts in his heart, and Zhou Wenyuan didn't want him to be affected.
If you stay in Taihao Sword Sect all the time, you will easily fall deeper and deeper into trouble. This is not the way.
Leave?
Song Zhishu looked calm, and he knew that Mr. Wenyuan was doing it for his own good. Now that he was affected by external objects and could not cultivate well, nor could he study and meditate, leaving here was indeed a feasible solution.
The most important thing is that I am at the pinnacle of the Confucian realm of knowledge and sage. After traveling thousands of miles, I may be able to reach the realm of knowledge and action.
Then thoroughly understand the meaning of perfect Qi training, and through this, Confucianism and Taoism can break through together.
And everything we encounter now is all due to lack of strength.
With his thoughts at this point, Song Zhishu stood up and bowed his hands in a salute: "Thank you very much, Mr. Wenyuan, for your teaching. The student will follow the teacher's instructions and leave first."
If he doesn't leave, he can only watch. Things like Wang Zhuang's may continue to happen in the future. If he leaves the Taihao Sword Sect and travels thousands of miles, he may have other insights.
"Song Xiaoyou can figure it out, I feel very relieved."
Zhou Wenyuan was relieved when he heard the answer, but he was afraid that Song Zhishu wouldn't be able to hear anything now.
Immediately, the two chatted for a few words, but they were not Confucian principles. It is indeed difficult for Song Zhishu to have that kind of thoughts now.
Soon after, Song Zhishu said goodbye to Zhou Wenyuan and walked out of Mingyue Academy.
After returning home, he tidied up first, then took out his identity arrow and rushed to the recording hall.
If a handyman disciple wants to leave the sect without any duties, he must first go to the Recording Hall to register and get a travel talisman. Otherwise, if he goes out privately, he has broken the sect's rules.
Of course, the registration process was not complicated, and Song Zhishu completed it quickly, but it took seven days to wait for approval.
After leaving the Recording Hall, Song Zhishu didn't go anywhere and went straight back home. He didn't talk to anyone during this period. Everything was ready and he only had to wait seven days to take out the Xingyu Talisman.
At the same time, in Qingshan City, there was a spiritual courtyard mansion.
"So, Governor Song went to the Records Hall and prepared to go out and leave the sect?"
Bai Qiuyu was sitting in the lobby. After listening to the reports from several outer disciples, Bai Qiuyu couldn't help but smile.
"Senior Brother Hui Bai, we saw it with our own eyes and asked the Recording Hall that Zhishu Song is indeed leaving the sect." An outer disciple replied.
"Senior Brother Bai, do you want to stop him?" Another person asked. With their power, it was not difficult to reject Song Zhishu's request to go out.
"No."
Bai Qiuyu shook her head slightly: "If he wants to leave, let him go. There is no need to continue to pester him. Besides, it's not like Song Zhishu will not come back. There are still many opportunities to deal with him in the future, so don't rush for a while."
"Furthermore, if he leaves, we will be able to establish his authority. This is our goal in itself. If he doesn't leave, he will be doomed. It's just that he chose something that ordinary people would choose."
"So, what is benevolence, righteousness and morality, what is reading Confucianism, in the final analysis is still ridiculous. In the face of self-interest, brothers, friends, and family members all look very ridiculous."
Song Zhishu was about to leave, so Bai Qiuyu didn't have too many fluctuations. If I had to say it, he was a little disappointed. He thought that the other party would force himself to come forward, but he didn't expect this to be the result. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was normal.
His series of plans were so seamless that the other party couldn't find any loopholes.
What can I do if I don’t leave? Should I stay and continue fighting?
Liu Qing, the Law Enforcement Hall, and many outer disciples are all his own.
Can he, Song Zhishu, stand up to him?
It's not that Bai Qiuyu looked down on Song Zhishu, he was just a handyman disciple. In addition, Li Qingzhou was not in the Sword Sect, and his only supporter was gone. It was easy for him to deal with Song Zhishu.
"Yes, we understand." Several handyman disciples replied.
Song Zhishu, now you have also tasted what it means to be powerless, right?
Is escaping useful?
As long as you don't die and stay in the Taihao Sword Sect, everything that happens now is just an appetizer.
With her thoughts at this point, Bai Qiuyu picked up a glass of spiritual wine on the table and said nothing, but a mocking smile couldn't help but appear on her face.
Time passed, and seven days flew by.
During these seven days, Song Zhishu basically didn't go anywhere. He just stayed at home, meditating and reading.
Naturally, Li Dao and the others are still in the Law Enforcement Hall. Although the punishment has been issued, they will still be there for a while and cannot be released so soon.
Mingyue City, inside the spirit house.
Song Zhishu returned home and in his hand was the travel jade talisman he had just obtained from the Records Hall.
The style of the jade talisman is very simple, with the Taihao Sword Sect engraved on the front, and your name and general information recorded on the back, which can represent your identity and provide some protection to the disciples below.
After all, Taihao Sword Sect is one of the three major sword sects in the world, so there are still some things that should be available.
Song Zhishu put the jade talisman into the storage bag, collected a few pieces of clothing, took the ancient talisman and the saint's sword embryo given by Gu Yun, and walked out the door.
Yesterday he went to Mingyue Academy and said goodbye to Mr. Wenyuan and Lu Ming, so he set off directly today.
Song Zhishu has seen the streets of Mingyue City many times. It seems to be the same as before, but stories happen every day, but he has no intention to understand them in detail now.
Come outside the city.
Song Zhishu opened his palm, and the sage sword emits light, which instantly increased several times in size.
The Sage Sword Embody has replaced the original wooden sword, so there is no difference in appearance.
However, he did not step on it immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Mingyue City behind him and the Taihao Sword Sect peaks shrouded in clouds and mist deeper inside.
"This time I have traveled thousands of miles, and I don't know when I will be able to come back. Maybe soon, or maybe a few years later." Song Zhishu said to himself, his expression as calm as ever, and he was not sad about leaving.
Immediately, Song Zhishu stepped onto the sage's sword body and struck out a magic spell.
call out.
The next moment, Song Zhishu turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the sky. The Mingyue City below also became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
Although the Sage Sword Fetus is only a low-grade flying sword, due to its special characteristics, it is comparable to a top-grade or even the best flying sword.
Especially with the blessing of Song Zhishu's nine-level Dzogchen Qi training, it is no problem to travel eight thousand miles a day. However, he has no specific destination for leaving this time, so the choice of direction follows his heart. Wherever he goes, it counts.
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Not long after, Song Zhishu drove the Saint Sword Fetus, left the scope of Taihao Sword Sect, and traveled in the sky.
It was just that because of what happened some time ago, there was a blockage in his chest, so Song Zhishu didn't have the feeling of freedom with a sword, and he didn't have much lofty sentiments.
Now that I have clearly recognized my own weakness and powerlessness, how can I gain so much insight now?
Song Zhishu smiled and continued to pour mana into his sword to fly at full speed, as if he wanted to vent all the depression in his heart, but it didn't seem to be of much use.
This is the first time I have left after joining the Taihao Sword Sect. The last time I was away was more than ten years ago, when I was struggling outside with Li Qingzhou.
Soon, the saint's sword flew three hundred miles all the way. Below were various jungles, and some villages could be vaguely seen.
However, since he left the sphere of influence of the Taihao Sword Sect, Song Zhishu would sometimes encounter monsters that hurt people, most of which were weak. Faced with this situation, he certainly did not hesitate to use his sword to kill them.
After those mortals saw him, they knelt down and called them immortals one by one. For Song Zhishu, this was just a piece of cake and it was nothing.
Song Zhishu flew with his sword for another hour. When he saw a towering mountain range ahead, he was about to change direction.
Because the more this kind of place is, the more likely it is to encounter powerful monsters.
I have traveled thousands of miles since leaving Taihao Sword Sect, so I naturally have to avoid some dangers.
"Ten miles ahead, there is the smell of monsters and there seems to be the smell of blood?"
However, just when Song Zhishu was about to leave this area, he suddenly noticed something abnormal in front of him. He had seen this kind of situation before, and it might be a mortal encountering a monster.
Without hesitation, he went directly with his sword. Now that he saw it, he naturally couldn't turn a blind eye.
After a while.
Song Zhishu Yu Jian came to a wide road. Judging from the ruts on it, it should belong to a mortal business road, and the smell of monsters and the smell of blood were right ahead.
Song Zhishu immediately fell to the ground and put away the sage sword body, but did not put it into a storage bag in case of emergency.
But when he walked over, his eyes immediately changed, and his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.
In front of me, I saw several carriages destroyed, clothes and food scattered, and hundreds of corpses of mortals lying on the ground in a mess. Blood soaked in the business road. They were obviously dead. And further ahead, there was a monster with a strength of about
On the third level of Qi training, he was about to attack the last ten people alive.
Seeing this situation, Song Zhishu reacted instantly and cast a spell, and the saint's sword body immediately turned into a stream of light.
puff.
In just an instant, the monster beast that injured hundreds of mortal lives was easily killed.
After all, the difference in strength between the two sides is too big, and coupled with the power of the saint's sword, how can it be possible to resist a monster at the third level of Qi training?
On the other side, the dozen or so mortals were stunned for a moment when they saw the monster being killed, and then noticed Song Zhishu who was retracting his flying sword.
"That's the immortal. The immortal saved us."
"Quickly, meet the immortal."
"Thank you immortal for saving my life."
More than ten mortal lives were saved, and they quickly came over and knelt down to thank him.
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is not that mortals have never seen monks, but most of them only glanced at them from a distance. Now that they found the immortal standing in front of them to save their lives, they were naturally extremely grateful.
"The smell of blood here is very strong. It is not advisable to stay for a long time. You should leave quickly."
Song Zhishu looked at the hundreds of dead people, sighed slightly, and explained.
"Yes, Immortal Master."
Those mortals, after thanking each other again, took the bodies of their relatives and began to leave one by one.
Seeing this, Song Zhishu didn't say anything. There were many such things. He could only take action when he saw them, but he couldn't do anything else.
"Is this Immortal Song?"
But at this moment, a familiar voice came.
Song Zhishu was slightly shocked when he heard this, then turned around and found that it was Wang Zhuang who had left Mingyue City a few days ago.
"Is it really Immortal Song?"
"Xianzhang Song, my mother, and Cui'er, they all died just now."
Wang Zhuang was surprised at first, but soon his face became desperate. His face was hurt and his face turned pale. He watched Song Zhishu slowly walk over, and then he knelt on the ground. A big man cried out in grief.
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After hearing this, Song Zhishu discovered a cart not far away.
Lying on it were the corpses of an old man and a young man, who had not been dead for long.
Wang Zhuang is the only one left in the family of three.
"I'm late."
Song Zhishu didn't know what to say, and his words were apologetic.
Sorry for what?
If it weren't for himself, would Wang Zhuang be fired and leave Mingyue City? Would her mother and her daughter, who was only five or six years old, die?
"Song Immortal, how can you say that?" Wang Zhuang shook his head and cried: "How can I blame you? It's all my fault. It's because I don't have the ability, it's because I didn't work hard enough, it's because I'm sorry to my mother and Cui'er.
"
Seeing Wang Zhuang who kept crying, Song Zhishu fell completely silent.
Wang Zhuang, a mortal, is so innocent.
"I have some spiritual stones with me. Take them and find a safe place to stay."
After a long time, Song Zhishu opened his mouth, took out the spiritual stones from the storage bag, and handed them to Wang Zhuang. These were spiritual stones. Although there were only a few, they were enough for ordinary mortals to live a wealthy life.
"Song Immortal, thank you very much for your kindness, but I don't need it anymore."
Wang Zhuang shook his head, wiped away his tears and stood up, a little lost, and said: "You are just a mortal, this is the fate of us mortals. I know you are a good person, but you are an immortal. There is no need to let mortals like us go."
I am in my heart, Mr. Song Xian, the younger one. It’s time to go.”
Song Zhishu didn't say anything, knowing that the other party was in despair because of the death of his mother and daughter, and no wealth or honor mattered anymore.
Wang Zhuang bowed slightly, turned his head, picked up the mother and daughter on the cart, and walked forward step by step just like that day. But compared to Mingyue City, his stature at this moment seemed to be no longer stooped.
Can't lift it up.
Soon after, only Song Zhishu was left on the business road, and the smell of blood was still there.
He stood there and said nothing for a long time.
Powerless?
Yes, nothing can be done.
Song Zhishu's face still looked calm, but the depression in his chest could no longer be suppressed and filled his whole body.
I really don't want to think about it, ignore Yu Jian's journey of thousands of miles, but Song Zhishu can't go on, really can't go on, and doesn't want to take another step forward.
"Is it still over?"
Song Zhishu asked himself, and then fell silent.
Feeling that Fangtian was very quiet, nothing seemed to happen except the smell of blood on the ground.
But my heart could no longer be at peace.
He couldn't help but sit up cross-legged, and then looked at the direction where Wang Zhuang had left. Song Zhishu had too many doubts that had not been resolved, and too many grievances that could not be relieved. He was eager to know the answers.
"When a gentleman has a grudge, how can he resolve it?"
"When a gentleman is angry, how can he resolve it?"
“How should a gentleman respond to injustice?”
Song Zhishu closed his eyes and asked himself three questions in succession, while recalling everything he had discovered during this period.
"Bai Qiuyu relied on her strength to seize the embryo of my Saint Sword. I took it back. Was it my fault? Bai Qiuyu designed to frame Li Dao and was punished by the Law Enforcement Hall to cut off the path to immortality. Was it my fault? There is good and evil in the world, right?
If I am disadvantageous, does that mean it is evil?"
"Am I traveling thousands of miles just to resolve the depression in my heart? Don't I want to wait for my cultivation to become stronger and settle everything? In that case, what's the difference between me and Bai Qiuyu? Just because it's not good for me.
Is it good if I return the favor to others?"
Song Zhishu kept talking to himself, asking himself questions, speaking out all his inner thoughts, hoping to get answers.
But he didn't know how to answer, and he didn't seem to have any reason to convince himself. Good and evil, what is good and what is evil? Everything he does must be conscience-free, is it good?
Song Zhishu sat cross-legged on the ground, with various emotions and thoughts constantly appearing.
Slowly, time passed by bit by bit, and the world was still quiet.
He sat there from day to night.
I sat there again from late night to daytime.
Song Zhishu sat on the ground, and after the alternation of the sun and the moon, he analyzed the truest thoughts deep in his heart and sought the final answer.
The Way of the University, as well as the Confucian articles I learned some time ago, also appeared in my mind one by one.
Time continues to pass, and the sun rises, shining on everything.
suddenly.
Song Zhishu, who had been thinking for a whole day and night, opened his eyes, and all the doubts and thoughts in his heart appeared at the same time.
"When a gentleman has a grievance, he should repay it directly!"
"When a gentleman is angry, blood will be splashed three feet away!"
"When a gentleman encounters injustice, he should exchange it for justice!"
"There is no good or evil in the world. A gentleman should know what is good and what is evil, act accordingly, and respect his heart!"
As Song Zhishu continued to speak and realize, the doubts in his heart were constantly answered, answers that belonged to him.
At this moment, Song Zhishu stood up, his eyes became brighter and brighter, like the sun that had just risen, dispelling all darkness. Then he turned his head, looked at Mingyue City, looked at the location of Taihao Sword Sect, and softly uttered a sentence
talk.
"I can't forget it anymore."
After saying this, his thoughts began to clear up, and the depression in his chest continued to surge, as if he was jumping for joy.
Today, let me refine the depression in my chest!
Think for a moment.
Song Zhishu immediately turned over his hand, took out the ancient Confucian talisman, and crushed it without hesitation.
Bang!
The ancient talisman shattered.
Waves of Confucian righteousness emerged, and then gathered together to form a silhouette.
The figure was not tall, and he was dressed in Confucian clothes. He was very simple and looked no different from ordinary people, but the Confucian righteousness in him was extremely strong.
This is exactly what the great Confucian scholar said in ancient times.
However, this is not the true body of the great scholar Gu Yun, but the will of the great scholar, which can carry all the power of a great scholar, and is no different from the great scholar coming in person.
After the will of Guyun Daru appeared, he first glanced around and frowned slightly when he looked at the dried blood on the ground.
But other than that, no danger was found, and finally he turned to look at Song Zhishu.
"Song Xiaoyou, you crushed the ancient talisman, why do you need my help?"
Since Song Zhishu used Daru's ancient talisman, he must have encountered something very important. Even if there was no danger around, Guyun Daru was still vigilant and would take action at any time.
"Mr. Gu Yun."
Faced with the will of Gu Yun, Song Zhishu bowed slightly and saluted, but did not explain much. He slowly said: "Student is going to do something extremely important and dangerous. Please protect me, sir."
What I have to do is huge, and it may break the sky, but in order for everything to go smoothly, I have no choice but to seek help.
Hearing this, Gu Yun Daru Zhi looked into Song Zhishu's resolute eyes, but did not hesitate or ask what it was, and softly uttered a word.
"good."
"This will can protect you for an hour."
As soon as he finished speaking, Guyun Daru's will dissipated, and then turned directly into a ray of Confucianism and Taoism's righteousness, and penetrated into Song Zhishu's chest.
Song Zhishu felt the powerful Confucianism and Taoism. He took a deep breath, turned his hand to call out the Saint's sword, stepped on it, and then without any hesitation, he fired a magic formula and rushed in one direction as quickly as possible.
go.
That direction is exactly where the Taihao Sword Sect is.
Soon after.
Inside Mingyue City.
Zhou Wenyuan's disciple Lu Ming and a group of students from Mingyue Academy were sitting at the gate of the city, writing at the table.
In front of him, many disciples of the Taihao Sword Sect lined up, calling out their names from time to time.
After the saint's death, Confucianism and Taoism became more and more prosperous. Not long ago, several great Confucian scholars preached in Nine Cities, so many Jianzong disciples began to sign up to study.
Of course, if you want to enter Mingyue Academy, in addition to the quota, you also need to take assessments. The registration places are located at the city gate and other important places. Lu Ming is responsible for this matter, but because the academy has been too busy recently,
He will also come to help personally.
"Hundreds more people signed up today. I don't know how many will be left in the end."
Lu Ming looked at the growing list and thought to himself, it is not easy to enter Mingyue Academy now. Sometimes no one will pass for half a month. After all, there are too many people, and the academy cannot teach that many.
Without thinking much, he lowered his head and prepared to continue writing.
But soon, there was some commotion among the disciples queuing up. They all turned their heads to look at the city gate and whispered.
"You didn't say he went out, why did he come back?"
"I don't know, it's only been a day, right?"
Someone was talking and was confused.
"Don't make any noise, otherwise you will be directly disqualified."
Lu Ming frowned and said something, then raised his head and glanced at the city gate inadvertently.
At first he didn't care, but the next moment, Lu Ming saw a familiar figure, his expression changed slightly, and he walked out without caring about writing or maintaining order.
That person was none other than Song Zhishu, who had just returned from wielding a sword.
Bai Qiuyu and others contributed to the fact that Zhishu Song was targeted and those close to him were targeted, so many people knew him. Many disciples of the Sword Sect had heard that Zhishu Song had left, so they were naturally shocked when they saw him come back.
Not just them.
Lu Ming was shocked. He quickly walked up to Song Zhishu and asked with doubts, "Brother Song, why are you back?"
Two days ago, the other party was saying goodbye to me, saying that he would travel thousands of miles, but how long has it been?
When Song Zhishu saw it was Lu Ming, he bowed slightly and then spoke.
"Of course there is unfinished business."
"What unfinished business is there?" Lu Ming had a premonition in his heart, but he didn't know what it was.
Hearing this, Zhishu Song did not answer immediately. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the location of the Law Enforcement Hall, then calmly smiled and said: "Practice Qi!"