"What on earth are you thinking, Mr. Da? How could you let that kind of devil take charge of the command? It's obviously best for military strategists to take charge of this kind of war."
"Are you questioning Mr. Big's decision?"
"No, it's just... it's just..." The monk who was asked the question hesitated a little, "How should I put it... I always feel that it is too childish for the devil to be responsible for directing the war."
"Why is Wang Yuanji called the devil?"
"Because she is murderous." The monk immediately said, "Everyone said that Wang Yuanji is too murderous. She will kill people if there is any disobedience. She has already killed the monsters before they started fighting.
There are thousands of monks from our human race, and everyone secretly says that she is a traitor who colludes with the demon race."
"Mr. Da said that you should study more, but not study too hard. You must not have listened." The young monk shook his head, "As Confucian disciples, the most important thing is that what we hear is false and what we see is true.
...You have never really understood Wang Yuanji. Everything you know now is based on hearsay and is information that has not been screened and verified. This kind of statement based on what others say is completely meaningless."
The monk who was refuted turned red and looked quite unconvinced.
"If she wasn't really like this, how could there be so many people saying that she was a devil? Even if it was someone else who really slandered Wang Yuanji, she had killed all the disciples from many sects who came to help this time, totaling more than a thousand people.
It’s the truth after all, right?” The monk said in a deep voice, his face flushed. He didn’t know whether he was excited or because of the annoyance of being refuted before, “Also, if Mr. Da hadn’t taken action that time in Tingfeng Shuge, I’m afraid that
Another river of blood, right?"
"Then have you ever thought about the reason?"
"What?"
"I said, have you ever thought about why this situation occurs?"
"It's not because that devil colluded with the demon clan..."
"You keep saying that she colluded with the demon clan, do you have any evidence?"
The Confucian disciple who obviously couldn't stand Wang Yuanji opened his mouth and was somewhat speechless.
He really wanted to say that there was, but he was serious about it. After thinking about it carefully, he found that he had no evidence at all. Almost all the so-called "evidence" came from other people's comments and evaluations.
"I...I didn't, but those people..."
"Mr. Da once said that a lot of words make gold, but accumulation of bones will destroy bones." The young Confucian disciple sighed softly, "Mr. Da has taught us all the truth, but in fact, few people really listen.
Go in, have you learned?...Do you know why our Baijia Academy is different from the Zhuzi Academy?"
The Confucian disciple who had been taught a lesson shook his head.
He looks only fifteen or sixteen years old. There is a relatively obvious layer of down on his lips, but it has not yet become a beard. He gives the impression of a young man full of energy, but it is easier for people to think that he is
Childish and not stable enough.
He is still young and has been living in Baijiayuan since he was brought into Baijiayuan as an infant. He has never left Baijiayuan. Therefore, many things in the world are nothing but darkness to him.
It's just the same color as white. It's difficult for him to understand some things because he is simple and simple, because he doesn't understand what makes people's hearts sinister, and he doesn't understand that many times the world is not as simple and beautiful as he imagined.
Therefore, he could not understand why Baijiayuan and Zhuzi Academy, both of which were famous Confucian schools, would cause a quarrel that was almost tantamount to a breakup.
"Both our Baijiayuan and the Zhuzi Academy originated from the Sheji Academy in the Second Era. We emphasize putting the world's sheji first, so our philosophy is to help the state and the country. But in the third era, there is no such thing as a 'kingdom'.
After all, we naturally no longer need Kuangfu Sheji, so we have become Kuangfu Xuanjie.”
This was the first time this Confucian disciple heard about the sect's philosophy, and his face became serious.
"When the Academy was born again, the war between the human race and the monster race was at its most intense moment. If there were not three great families standing in the forefront, the human race would not be where it is today." The young monk sighed softly, his tone
There is a bit of desolation, "when
When the Academy was born again, with our unique awe-inspiring righteousness, it indeed became another great opportunity for the rise of the human race, and even forced the Demon Race to shrink its front... All of this, the Academy has its own records, and you can too
After learning, I won’t say more.”
"What I want to say is that because of that protracted war, the human race and the demon race naturally hated each other. But in fact, if the Lingshan monk had not taken action to subdue the brachiosaurus, our human race and the demon race would have been different.
The war between races will not end so easily. And it is precisely this point that allows our human race to see the possibility of living in harmony with the demon race."
"But the conservatives in the academy don't think so. They always firmly believe that those who are not from our race must have different hearts. So for the demon clan, their idea is to either enslave or exterminate. This is what our Baijiayuan truly believes in.
The reason why the various scholars broke away from the academy is because our two sides' ideas have had huge differences.
.......In the past few hundred years, the relationship between our human race and the demon race has become tense again, so the doctrine of the academy has once again become popular. You, the younger generation of disciples, have been affected by this. This is why the big
My husband has always emphasized that we must see what we see and not hear what we hear.”
Hearing the words of the young monk, the young Confucian disciple couldn't help but lower his head: "But, sir... isn't this Nanzhou chaos caused by the demon clan? Doesn't this prove that,
Those who are not of my race must have different minds..."
The further he spoke, the softer the monk's voice became.
"Well, you already know how to think about yourself, which is a good thing." A smile appeared on the young monk's always serious face, "You can have this kind of doubt, or you can keep this kind of thinking. But you must not let this
Thoughts and doubts will become the standard by which you judge things in the future. In this world, you can't just look at the surface of many things, you should understand the meaning behind them."
"It's like there are good people and bad people?"
"To put it in layman's terms, it can be understood this way." The young monk nodded, "But it's not absolutely true. We can study more, but we can't study hard, and we can't study hard. Take Wang Yuanji's behavior as an example, she is indeed violent
She is ruthless and almost demonic, but has she ever done anything harmful to nature?"
"She attacked and killed thousands of monks who came to Nanzhou's aid."
"Then we are back to the original problem. Do you know why she took action?"
"Disciple... I don't know."
"Shu Jianmen took action and injured her junior sister and one of her junior brother's followers."
"Why is Shujianmen doing this?" The young monk looked in disbelief.
"Because Su Anran's followers are demons."
"Monster clan?" The young monk was stunned for a moment.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a bit more enlightened and began to truly understand the power of the heart-wrenching words "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts."
He felt as if something was broken inside him, and his whole person became a little dazed.
"Perhaps...it was that monster that killed the human race?"
The young monk glanced at the young man with a half-smile, and then said slowly: "The temperament of the people in Aether Valley, if that monster is really heinous, do you think Wang Yuanji will let Su Anran take it with her?
Even without Wang Yuanji taking action, Su Anran would not leave that monster with her."
The young man didn't know what to say.
"That is Taiyigu's own business. Even if we take a step back, if that demon really harms the human race, Taiyigu will be responsible for it. What's the matter with Guan Shujianmen? It has to do with those who talk about righteousness but do their own dirty things.
What's the matter with others?" The young monk shook his head, "Those people, they talk nicely, they are for the human race, for the mysterious world, for this and that, but in reality? They are just for it.
It’s just me.”
"Have you ever thought that those people are actually just trying to get famous by stepping on Taiyigu?"
The young man's eyes widened.
This time, he could even clearly hear that there seemed to be some breaking sound in his heart, and it was not just as simple as breaking.
"This...this is impossible..."
"Nothing is impossible." The young Confucian monk shook his head slightly, "As a disciple of the Strategist family, you have such a simple mind. No wonder you have been cultivating Haoran Zhengqi for ten years and have just started to get started. I think you
It may not be suitable for strategists, maybe I should recommend you to become a novelist or a painter..."
"Sir." There was a bit of mist in the young monk's eyes, "Sir, do you think I'm stupid?"
"That's not true." The young monk shook his head.
The young monk breathed a sigh of relief.
But the young monk's next words made the young monk look blank: "I just think you are too innocent and your heart is not dirty enough."
The young man was speechless.
He didn't understand why his simple and kind-hearted nature was rejected by his husband. Isn't this the moral character of a human being?
"Junjie..."
The young monk seemed to want to say something else, but he suddenly raised his head, seeming to be staring at something.
After a moment, he finally sighed quietly: "Originally, I still had something to say, but it was too late. Wang Yuanji has already issued a summons. Sir, I have to leave. If... forget it, I will transfer it to you.
Let’s talk about sir’s affairs after I come back.”
The young monk stood up, then walked to the door and stopped suddenly.
He turned back, looked at Ma Junjie, smiled and said: "Junjie, this world is not just black and white, it is also not just gray. It also has red, yellow, blue, green and even many colors.
There are good people, there are bad people, and there will naturally be people who are both good and evil. Just remember,
Those who do good things are not necessarily good people, and those who do bad things are not necessarily bad people... You can have your own judgments and standards, but you must not let those experiences cloud your judgment. You must do everything
Think more...if you still want to stay in the political lineage."
"Yes, sir, student... please remember."
The young monk nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and strode away.
"The war between races is of no use to our Strategist Family. Unfortunately, this is no longer the most active era for our Strategist Family. If possible... Junjie, sir, I don't want you to continue to stay in the Strategist Family."
Ma Junjie looked at the gentleman walking away and glanced around the huge hall.
Tens of thousands of low tables were once placed in this hall, and countless disciples of political strategists attended to listen.
There are hundreds of strategists by name alone.
These were all the glories of this place.
But now.
There are only three short tables left in the hall, and only the area around these three short tables is clean, while other places are already covered with a lot of dust.
But after today, I'm afraid there will only be two short ones left.
Because Ma Junjie knew that his second disciple had asked to transfer to the Mohist School in the morning.
As for the eldest disciple, Ma Junjie didn't know who he was. He had never seen him since he entered school. He only knew that he was still traveling in the mysterious world and had not returned for a hundred years.
Although Ma Junjie is simple-minded, he is not a fool after all.
The eldest disciple has not returned for a hundred years, and no news has been sent back. Even the master has not talked about the other party. All signs point to one sign: either he is dead, or... he has transferred to the various schools of thought.
Fortunately, Baijiayuan has never issued an order prohibiting its disciples from switching to other Confucian sects, or even changing to learn Kung Fu. Otherwise, I'm afraid there would be a lot of disputes.
Outsiders all praise this as the extraordinary magnanimity of Sun Qing, the eldest son of Baijiayuan University.
But many disciples of Baijiayuan still look down upon this behavior, and they always think it is a kind of betrayal.
The same is true for Ma Junjie.
So he didn't want to leave the Strategist's Family, not only because he was the last disciple of the Strategist's Family, but also because his survival was entirely dependent on his husband's adoption.
He doesn't understand the big principles, but he only knows that you can't be a man without conscience.
Ma Junjie sighed quietly, seeming to have made a decision in his heart, and then picked up a jade slip.
The second generation of jade slips produced by Wanshilou.
His consciousness was quickly immersed in it, and then he came to a newly opened building in Wanshi Building with ease.
Teahouse.
According to what he accidentally discovered before, he entered the command and soon came to a room.
"Huh? There's a newcomer."
"Newcomers, pay attention to your identity, this is number five!"
"No. 5? Isn't that two places ahead of me?"
Soon, the room started to become noisy.
Ma Junjie glanced at the room.
The decoration was as simple and plain as ever, but there were only three people in the room at this time. Counting him who just came in, there were four people in total.
Two men and two women.
Teahouse is a newly launched function of Wanshilou. As long as you pay a fee regularly, you can open "private rooms" in the teahouse. Only the owner and the people allowed by the owner can enter these private rooms, and no one else can enter them.
, of course, if you get the permission of the owner, you can also enter the private room directly through the password.
In the private room, the monks can choose to conceal their identity and create a fictitious image, or of course they can disclose their identity.
Nowadays, the teahouse opened by Wanshi Lou has become the most popular place for confidential discussions and exchanges in Xuanjie. It can even become a secret trading place. Of course, if you want to conduct transactions, then Wanshi Lou must naturally
Commissions are drawn, but this method is much more secretive than the previous communication by leaving messages on the board. Therefore, now not only the monks in Xuanjie use this method of communication, but even the major sects also adopt this method of communication.
Ma Junjie knew about this room because of an accident.
Naturally, he didn't take it seriously at first. It wasn't until he learned that the owner of this private room was the famous Xianyu teacher in the martial arts hall that Ma Junjie accepted his identity.
Number five.
This is his sequence in the private room, which means that he is the fifth person to join this private room.
The image he set is that of a Confucian disciple.
There were three other people in the room, and the one in the middle was a mature beauty with a sexy figure.
Ma Junjie knew that the other party was the rumored Teacher Xianyu, also known as No. 1.
There are two people on the other side, a man and a woman. The woman is the image of a demon clan, with obvious traces of animalization on her body, and she seems to be a bird clan.
Ma Junjie has never seen this person before.
It must be the newcomer who revealed his identity just now, number seven.
That man's image was not covered up in any way.
He is a member of the Tiandao Sect. He is about the same age as himself, but his cultivation is much higher than his own. He has already started to build a spiritual platform.
Mo Yidao, No. 3.
"I'm here to ask the teacher for advice."
"What can I ask for advice?" No. 1, Teacher Xianyu, said quietly, "It's just that your xinxing and the practice are not in harmony, so your cultivation progress has been stuck. There is no easy way to solve this problem.
Either change the technique, or your character has changed, but this involves the issue of enlightenment, and I can't teach you this kind of thing."
"I know." Ma Junjie sighed, and then said, "My husband and I talked a lot today, and I was greatly shocked. I found that my bottleneck was a little loose, and I might have a chance to break through. But I always
I feel like there is still something missing... so that my bottleneck has not been completely loosened and I cannot improve my cultivation, so I asked the teacher to give me some guidance."
"Oh?" In Ma Junjie's sight, the sexy and fiery teacher Xianyu finally put away his lazy look and showed a bit of interest, "Your husband is not simple.
, can actually make a stubborn person like you change his mind?...Tell me, what is the reason that is still bothering you now?"
"The demon clan...are there really good people?"
"Yes." Teacher Xianyu nodded, "I know one... She is the most popular and beloved little princess of the Qingqiu clan. She is both beautiful and intelligent. If nothing unexpected happens, she will be the most popular in the future.
She will take over the position of the leader of the Qingqiu clan and lead the Qingqiu clan on the most glorious road. I don’t need to tell you who this super cute and beautiful genius is, right? She is still famous among your human clan.
It’s pretty big.”
Mo Yidao and Ma Junjie looked at each other and said nothing.
But No. 7 suddenly shouted: "I know, I know! It's the current spokesperson of the Qingqiu clan, Miss Qingqing!"
Teacher Xianyu suddenly fell silent.
The atmosphere in the room was slightly gloomy.
"I'm talking about the former spokesperson..."
"Oh." No. 7 responded, "That's Qingshu."
"Shut up if you can't speak!" Teacher Xianyu was furious, "Can Qingshu be considered to have both beauty and wisdom? Is she the most popular and beloved little princess of the Qingqiu clan? What's wrong with your eyes?
He is just an ugly monster, and he is also hopelessly stupid. How can he be a genius... I am talking about Qingyu! The most beloved little princess of the Qingqiu clan, Miss Qingyu!"
"No. 1, have you been deceived?" No. 7 blinked his big bright eyes and said innocently, "Qingyu is so naughty that the Nine-Tailed Great Sage in Qingqiu gave up on her and treated her badly.
Adopt a free-range policy...Hey, you are not a demon clan, you may not understand, but Qingyu is in our demon clan circle, we all know what is going on, that is, he is a fool who is not loved."
"..."
After being silent for a moment, Teacher Xianyu suddenly began to roll up his sleeves, and then walked towards No. 7.
"You...you, you, No. 1, what do you want to do..."
"I'm here to tell you today how the super cute genius Qingyu crushes the idiot and ugly guy like Qingshu."
"Ah? But everyone in our circle of monsters knows that Qingyu is a fool. She actually took her own life to save the human race. This is a big joke. We all laughed a lot.
years."
"Hehehehe."
Ma Junjie was in a daze when he saw Teacher Xianyu suddenly let out a burst of sinister laughter and looked like he was desperately trying to find No. 7.
Wasn't the topic just discussed how I can break through the bottleneck?
Why did Mr. Xianyu suddenly start chasing No. 7?
Can anyone tell me why it suddenly becomes like this?