Chapter 87: Both worlds are in trouble (Added second update for leader Uriel 123)
Sanshan City.
Sun Xiaoman hurriedly walked into his mother's room.
After the battle at Yuheng Peak, Dou Yuemei locked herself in her room and left all affairs in the city to Sun Xiaoman. Even when the new dean of Sanshan City Taoist Academy was appointed, she did not come forward.
.
This is the first time in these days that I am willing to meet someone.
"...Mother." The first time he saw Dou Yuemei, Sun Xiaoman's heart trembled.
So haggard and tired, is that still her mother?
"Xiao Man." Dou Yuemei looked at her daughter, and finally there was a trace of color on her pale face: "How is it in the city?"
"Everything is fine, almost." Sun Xiaoman didn't dare to say. After returning from the battle at Yuheng Peak without success, several Taoist disciples with good talents moved to other cities, saying that they couldn't see it here.
to hope.
Although there are not many such people, it is still aggravating the situation for Sanshan City, which is suffering from a shortage of talents.
"That's good." Dou Yuemei didn't seem to care much about the answer, and asked: "How about your smile?"
"He even locked himself in the room and said he never wanted to deal with you again."
Dou Yuemei sighed and said with some regret: "It seems that she is really angry this time."
"It's okay, I'll forget about it after a while."
Sun Xiaoman's eyes were a little tired, and she tried her best not to let her mother see it.
She was not good at handling the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion, but Sun Xiaoyan was unable to take charge, and her mother was so low that she was depressed all day long. She could only do it reluctantly.
For her, she would rather fight with hundreds of masters with a sledgehammer than bury her head in the documents.
"After these days, I have figured it out." Dou Yuemei cheered up a little and sighed: "Sanshan City still has to survive, and your brother's practice cannot be neglected. The most important thing is that mother can't delay you anymore."
Sun Xiaoman raised his eyes and looked at her: "Mother..."
"Go find your master!" Dou Yuemei sighed with emotion: "This world is not what your father thought it was. Everything he did is meaningless. This world is not a world of principles, but a world of the strong."
It is really unimaginable how desperate a woman who relies on her husband as her spiritual support and has absolute confidence in him would have to say such things and deny her husband's efforts.
Sun Xiaoman felt that what her mother said was incorrect, but she didn't know how to refute it.
"Your master is very strong, but Mom still insisted on keeping you by her side because she was conceited that one day she would not lose to him. You living with Mom will not affect your practice."
Dou Yuemei was a little depressed: "Now... my mother will never be able to surpass him."
At that time, Dou Yuemei was sitting in front of the dressing mirror where she usually sat, with her back to the mirror. The sunlight filtered through the window pane and hit her haggard face, making her look even paler.
Sun Xiaoman simply sat cross-legged on the floor, with the silver hammer swinging on his wrist. He used his hand as a pillow and leaned his head on his mother's lap.
Dou Yuemei stroked her temples and continued: "Pure martial arts cultivators have not yet found a complete path. Therefore, the path of a martial artist is difficult to walk. Your master is only one of the explorers. Many times you
You can only rely on yourself and think more."
"Yeah." Sun Xiaoman's voice was soft.
"You are talented. Before the Twelfth Heaven, it was easy for you, so I won't talk about the cultivating mother before the Inner Palace."
Dou Yuemei took out a small booklet, which was so thin that it only had a few pages: "This is some of my mother's experience in exploring the seeds of supernatural powers. Take it. There are many paths leading to the same goal. One can lead to everything. It may be of some help to you."
Seeing that Sun Xiaoman accepted it, she continued to sigh: "The warrior's journey to the thirty-third heaven is still just an imagination, and no one has ever achieved it. I really don't know where my daughter will go."
Sun Xiaoman raised one hand high and shook the small silver hammer: "Go to the highest point!"
Dou Yuemei smiled, she stretched out her finger and scratched her daughter's nose: "Go, go."
Sun Xiaoman stood up and put his bare feet on the ground: "Mom, am I leaving then?"
Dou Yuemei smiled with tears in her eyes: "Let's go."
Sun Xiaoman suddenly smiled slyly: "Before you leave, I will help you educate Sun Xiaoyan!"
Seeing that Dou Yuemei opened her mouth to stop him, she said, "Mom, listen to me. Hitting your child when there is nothing wrong is good for the body and mind. Don't be reluctant. Dad is gone. The past is in the past. But the future is still very long!"
She jumped two steps, then turned back and blinked: "I think my master is very interesting to you!"
"Go, go, go! What do you know!"
The daughter left to beat her son.
Dou Yuemei felt an inexplicable feeling of relief, and she put this strange thought out of her mind.
Turn around and look in the dressing mirror.
In the mirror, there is a face without makeup. Although it is haggard, you can still see the beautiful outline.
She stretched out her hand, gently touched her face, and sighed faintly: "Damn it, you died so early, do you feel it was not worth it? It's such a pity, my beautiful face..."
…
Of course, Jiang Wang was no stranger to Vice-President Song Qifang and had no lack of respect for him. Dong A was demoted to Maplewood City only in the past few years. Before that, Song Qifang had been in charge of Maplewood City Taoist Academy.
Of course, due to his own strength and vision, Maplewood City Taoist Academy has always been weak under his leadership.
Now Dong A is in charge of the main courtyard, and Song Qifang is the deputy dean. In addition to teaching, he devotes himself to alchemy and deduction techniques. There is a clear division of labor, and each has its own use.
Because he does not fight or grab, and is amiable, he has always been respected by his disciples.
But Jiang Wang really couldn't imagine why Song Qifang suddenly came to him.
"Dean Song." Jiang Wang walked into the alchemy room and bowed respectfully: "You want to see me if you have anything?"
The gray-haired Song Qifang turned back from the alchemy furnace and looked at Jiang Wang with a kind smile: "Jiang Wang, how have you been practicing recently? Are there any problems?"
"Lao Songyuan has taken the trouble." Jiang Wang was flattered: "The teachers and students are very responsible, and the disciples are still very shallow in cultivation, and the problems are very basic. Sometimes the senior brothers help solve them. There are no special problems yet."
Song Qifang nodded with satisfaction: "You are one of the most outstanding disciples in the City Taoist Academy. I am confident in you."
"There are so many masters in the Taoist academy, but the disciples are ashamed to be worthy of them."
"I have heard about what you did in Wangjiang City," Song Qifang turned to look at the heat in the alchemy furnace before continuing: "You performed very well. However, there are some things that we still need to pay attention to. We have to pay attention to the methods.
We are only a stone's throw away from Wangjiang City, so there's really no need to be so stiff."
Regardless of what happened, the behavior of criticizing someone without saying right or wrong is really displeasing to Jiang Wang.
But his face remained calm and he just said: "Song Yuan's teachings are correct."
"Of course, when it comes to family matters, it is understandable that young people can be impulsive." Song Qifang smiled, fanned the fire, and said as if unintentionally: "I heard that you have an extraordinary swordsmanship, which is very popular in Sanshan City and Wangjiang City.
Extraordinary?"
"It is true that my disciple learned a swordsmanship by chance." Jiang Wang frowned and said, "But this swordsmanship is not as amazing as others say."
"It's good to be ambitious without being arrogant." Song Qifang paused, then turned around, looked into Jiang Wang's eyes and said, "I wonder if you would like to contribute this Taoist skill to the Taoist Academy? Let us also do it to the Taoist Academy."
Other disciples can all make some progress. Don't worry, Daoxun will definitely overestimate, I will make the decision for you."
Zhuangguo Taoist Academy does have a tradition of exchanging materials for Taoist honors. This allows those disciples with rich wealth to contribute material resources, which is a good thing for the Taoist Academy and the cultivators themselves. Of course, Kung Fu is also among them.
But that is purely a voluntary principle.
In other words, if Jiang Wang was willing, he would have changed it long ago. Why did he have to wait until you, Song Qifang, to speak?
Sharing it with Zhao Rucheng, Ling He, and Du Yehu was a willingness. But this does not mean that Jiang Wang loves the world and takes care of all people. That is not philanthropy, but stupidity.
Therefore, Jiang Wang asked directly: "Is this Dong Yuan's intention?"
Song Qifang's face darkened slightly: "I think in Maplewood City Taoist Academy, what I say still has some weight. Even Dong Yuan will not disrespect my opinion."
No wonder Maplewood City Taoist Temple was so mediocre in his hands before, so full of staleness!
Jiang Wang thought to himself, and bowed and saluted: "So, I forgive Jiang Wang for not wanting to do it."
