Nangong Ling thought of how he always acted recklessly and fearlessly, and didn't quite understand.
The sixth young master of the Nangong family is not free, so how can there be free people in this world?
Tang Ling didn't understand either.
"You don't understand." Nangong Xun had a yawning expression on his face.
Nangong Ling nodded, "Aren't you free?"
The young master of the Nangong family, who is extremely talented in mechanical equipment, has always been walking around in Nangong City without anyone daring to take care of him. He is not afraid even if his father comes.
Not free?
"Tsk, if you understand, how can you show the difference between us?" Nangong Xun continued in a harsh tone.
Nangong Ling was speechless, "Are you fooling me?"
Nangong Xun observed Nangong Ling's unkind expression, subconsciously lowered his tone, scratched his head, and seemed to be thinking of a suitable word to describe it.
"Have you ever felt? From the time we were born, we have been stipulated to be what we need to be and what we must be. It's like... it's like living within a framework and a barrier."
"It's like saying you have to get up early to go to morning class. Do you think your morning class is that important? I don't have enough sleep to listen to it, right?"
"Another example is that after a whole day of class, I can understand a technique in three minutes, but I have to sit there all day, wasting time."
It sounded okay at first, but the more I talked about it later, the more I sounded like I was trying to excuse my laziness.
Nangong Xun racked his brains and said what he said did not seem to satisfy Nangong Ling.
He stared at Nangong Xun's expression as he continued to consider his words, and said, "But brother, have you followed these frameworks, barriers, and regulations you mentioned?"
I guess he doesn't even understand the rules and regulations of "what should be done" in his own words, right?
Because he never complied with it at all.
Staying in bed, skipping classes, not listening to his teacher's instructions... Nangong Xunke did a lot of things that violated the rules.
At least that's how it seems to Nangong Ling.
In Tang Ling's opinion, it was the same.
What surprised Tang Ling was that Nangong Xun usually looked careless, so he didn't expect that he could think about this in his heart.
Tang Ling had never thought about this.
Nangong Xun laughed "hehe" twice and said, "No."
"That's it." Nangong Ling said, "Brother, I think you are overthinking it. I don't think anyone has restricted you with some rules."
Nangong Xun looked at it with a dazed expression, "Hey, it's going around and around, I can't explain it."
Nangong Ling thought about it seriously and suddenly started preaching again, "Brother is usually too free and loose. In fact, it is good to have rules. Without rules, there is nothing. If everyone doesn't abide by the rules, wouldn't it be chaos?"
"And the morning classes you mentioned, the one-day classes, these are the teaching methods that our ancestors have summarized through years of teaching practice and are most suitable for ordinary people. Do you think everyone follows them?
Are you the same as you, are you a genius in this area?"
"If this is the case, why do we need teachers? You can just learn what you want. But if you really want to learn it by yourself, you will definitely not learn it. Then the genius will be lost to everyone - after all, the elders do this
, it all makes sense.”
So genius is really depressing.
I always don’t understand the pain points of us ordinary people.
"Why can't I learn it? I am interested in this, and of course I am motivated to learn it myself."
Nangong Xun was very upset when he heard this, "Why are you acting like those teachers every day at such a young age? It's strange that they all like you."
"It's precisely because I followed the rules." After Nangong Ling finished speaking, she suddenly fell silent.
Tang Ling suddenly saw a memory fragment in his mind.
The desolate city was littered with hundreds of corpses, the corpses were deformed and broken into pieces, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
On the dilapidated city wall, a row of heads were stuck with long poles. Their hair was messy and lumped together with blood. The biting cold wind blew by, revealing pale faces covered by messy hair.
Some have their eyes closed and their lips closed, and some have eyes as wide as evil spirits...
The one at the front, with a face full of vicissitudes of life and weathered weather, is the patriarch of the Barbarian tribe, Ling Yu’s father, and Nangong Ling’s grandfather.
Tang Ling was startled and realized that this was the memory that Ling Yu had attached to Nangong Ling's mind.
What does it mean?
Tang Ling suddenly thought that while the ancestors of the Barbarian Tribe taught witchcraft to all generations of clan chiefs, they also issued a ban, prohibiting the clan chiefs from using witchcraft to kill people, and those who violated the ban would have their heads dismembered.
When the Savage Tribe was exterminated by the soldiers of the Shuiyue Kingdom, if Lingyu's father used witchcraft to resist, he would have violated the prohibition and would be dismembered.
But if there is no resistance, he will be killed and his head will be dislocated.
So, is it to resist or not to resist?
Bans are rules.
So is it a violation or not?
Tang Ling was also stunned, and Nangong Ling obviously couldn't understand, so he fell into silence.
Nangong Xun seemed to notice his sudden silence, and opened his mouth to speak, but Nangong Ling spoke.
"Perhaps... only by becoming stronger can we truly ignore the rules and become free."
Whether it's a barbarian tribe being slaughtered or a mother being bullied, I...
All suffering and powerlessness come from one's own lack of strength.
Only when you are strong enough can you protect yourself and keep what you really want.
Nangong Xun was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of confusion on his face.
"Okay, little brother, can you understand this truth?"
A rare look of triumph appeared on Nangong Ling's face, "So in the end, the freedom you want, in the end, can only be obtained by relying on the principles I told you five years ago?"
Five years ago, Nangong Ling did say this.
It was the words he said in the Nangong family's cabinet that made him extremely ashamed now.
"In order not to be bullied by others, you have to be better than everyone else so that you can hold on to what you want to hold on to."
"Hey, look how awesome you are?"
"That's how it is."
"A few words of praise for you will bring you to heaven, right?"
"No."
"Still talking back?"
The arguments and laughter between the two brothers spread out from the ancestral hall. Tang Ling's spiritual consciousness was powerful, and Xiao Hei was no exception.
Through Xiao Hei's spiritual exploration, Tang Ling saw Nangong Fenglin standing silently in the shadow outside the ancestral hall door, having listened to the words of the two brothers completely.
But he remained silent for a long time before he laughed out loud.
"This kid still looks a bit like me."
Tang Ling couldn't see his expression clearly, and didn't know which "this boy" Nangong Fenglin was referring to.
But didn’t these two boys realize the same truth in the end?
Freedom = becoming stronger.
Isn’t this what I realized in the Lingxian Sect back then?
Only when you become stronger can you protect the people you want to protect.
This is why for thousands of years, countless cultivators have worked hard and fought hard to obtain a place for ascension.
Because by fighting for a spot, you can get better resources. After you get better resources, you can become stronger. When you are strong, you can hold on to many things.
Maybe not all of them can be saved, but at least the vast majority.
Therefore, it needs to be changed.
"Stronger = more freedom"
It has been an unchanging identity since ancient times.