(Thanks to the book friend 20171025... I can't remember the comments later. The original text of those sentences is Lu Xun's prose poem. A few sentences from such a warrior. In such a situation, no one hears the war. Taiping and peace... Thank you)

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Jing Jiu should be able to stop Shi Toyoto-chen from committing suicide, but he did not.

It was not because it was unnecessary, but because when Shi Toyoto-chen said the last sentence, he saw the will of death in the other party's eyes.

He understood Shi Toyoto-chen's anger and hatred towards the practitioners, although he did not have any sympathy.

He didn't want to ask about the painful past events in the other person's life.

Life and death are the greatest.

He will respect it.

Then let the deceased end up with death.

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The courtyard is quiet.

The sunlight moved away, and the two thin chickens pecked at the shadows on the ground weakly.

At some point, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open again.

"Master, today I'm still fried bacon with cabbage moss!"

Wang Xiaoming walked in with a limp, put the bacon on the grinding table, stretched out his feet and kicked the two thin chickens into the cage so that they would not peck the bacon.

"Last time you said the cabbage moss was a little old, but this time it was very tender."

He walked into the house happily with cabbage moss, wanting his master to take a look first.

There was a light bang.

The cabbage moss fell on the ground and spread out like a real flower.

His legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Ah...ah...Master!"

A miserable cry sounded in the room.

His crying was so bad.

The crying sounds are not good.

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Shi Toyochen's funeral was very deserted.

At least at the beginning.

Wang Xiaoming knelt in front of the hall and threw paper money into the basin. His movements were mechanical and his expression was numb.

I don’t know if it was because of the smoke that was too harsh or because he had cried for too long, but his eyes were covered with blood.

The neighbors came and left again, and he was the only one left in the yard to kneel here.

Suddenly there was a shout and other noise outside the yard, and then the wooden door was pushed open slightly.

It is not someone who comes to cause trouble, but some adults are coming to pay their respects. The yamen runners who have received the notice come to clear the scene quickly.

The white banners raised high and the ink-drawn characters made the atmosphere of the courtyard suddenly become different from before.

Wang Xiaoming ignored it and still knelt in front of the copper basin, burning paper money woodenly.

He failed to remember what official positions and names the adults who appeared later were.

Shi Toyo-chen's house was deserted before his death, but it was very lively after his death. Everyone understands why.

Wang Xiaoming also knows it.

No one saw how Shi Toyo-chen died. The Qingtian Office officials conducted self-inspection and confirmed that he committed suicide, but who forced him to death?

All the spearheads pointed at Qingshan Sect, and more accurately, at Jing Jiu.

The court officials who were deeply influenced by the Zhongzhou faction certainly had to use this matter to put pressure on the Qingshan Sect.

The so-called mourning, how can there be a mourning look on the faces of officials?

In Wang Xiaoming's opinion, the only one who was a little sincere was the Concubine Hu who indirectly caused the death of his master.

Late at night, Concubine Hu sent someone to send a large sum of real gold and silver.

Wang Xiaoming said thank you.

After Shi Fengchen was buried, Wang Xiaoming left Chaoge City.

No one knows where he went.

The workers who worked with him in the Qingtian Treasury occasionally met to discuss this young man.

A coworker named Qishier had the best relationship with him. When asked, he said, "He said he was going back to the northwest and said that his hometown was there."

In fact, he also found it strange that he had never heard of Wang Xiaoming and his hometown in the past two years, and he didn't know what it had to do with the Northwest.

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The back garden of Zhao Mansion is very quiet.

The trees in deep spring are in the most lush and not boring stage, and it is pleasant to watch.

Zhao Layue was not in this mood.

"Shi Toyoto-chen has an adopted son named Wang Xiaoming. He has the potential to practice. He left Chaoge City today and was not sure where he went."

Jing Jiu glanced at her and thought to himself that this was the intention of eradicating the roots?

"I said, I'm not a good person, I'm very fierce."

Her face was a little pale. She was injured too seriously in Mingcui Valley that day.

Jing Jiu said: "Shi Toyoto-chen is not too wrong, it is also related to my lack of teaching. Your intention to kill is indeed a bit serious."

Zhao Layue stared at him and asked, "Do you care?"

Jing Jiu shook his head and said, "You just haven't figured it out yet, so you're a little angry."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "Yes, I can't understand why he must kill me. Did I really do something wrong?"

Jing Jiu said: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the greater the danger. Your mind and nature are not restricted, and you are favored by the people of the world. Therefore, in his opinion, it is the most dangerous. You must eliminate it in advance when you are not strong enough."

Zhao Layue still didn't understand and said, "Is it better to hide in Yinfeng and practice the ruthless way and ignore the lives and deaths of sentient beings?"

Jing Jiu said: "In a sense, a practitioner who ignores everything in the world is certainly safer for mortals."

Zhao Layue remained silent. When she was a child, she lived in Chaoge City. She thought about practicing Taoism every day, but she also read some miscellaneous books.

In those stories, there are talented men and beautiful women, heroes and righteousness, and passionate national sects. Later, when I went to Qingshan Sect, the sect rules also wrote words such as helping the world and helping the poor. However, during the journey of tens of thousands of miles and now, Jing Jiu's attitude is that practitioners should ignore the world. Why?

"The Taoist practitioner and the mortal are originally people from two worlds. Once a person can practice, he has no relationship with the mortals. A poet in the previous dynasty once wrote a poem that dreamed of wandering in the cold mountains and chanted farewell, which was loved by the mortals, but the Taoist practitioners had no feelings. They liked his poem that had three thousand feet of white hair. Why?"

Jing Jiu said: "Because the latter writes about the great suffering of life and death, it is still difficult for practitioners to get rid of, so they have the same feeling. The former writes about the affairs of gods and immortals. You and I are gods and immortals. We can see the scenery that mortals cannot see and the feelings that they cannot realize. How can we be moved by the scenery and feelings that mortals imagine? "

Zhao Layue was silent for a long time and said, "But ordinary people can pursue it."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, mortals can not accept their own destiny and strive to embark on the path of immortal cultivation, but not all mortals have this kind of luck."

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Outside Chaoge City, there is a mountain temple. It is not during the festival, and very few people come to worship incense.

After Wang Xiaoming walked to the temple, he climbed onto the trees with some difficulty. He confirmed that there were no people around the forest, so he took out an oil paper bag from the bottom of his clothes.

The bag contains some scattered things, which means a lot to him.

Those things were silver notes sent by Concubine Hu, and there was also a very thin book.

The three words Qingxuan Gong are written in the book, which is the introductory technique of the Three Qingshu School.

This is the relic left to him by Shi Toyochen.

He opened the book and started reading it carefully, but after a long time he still couldn't read the words.

Because he always thinks of his master easily, and then his tears blur his eyes and he can't wipe them clean no matter how hard he wipes them.
Chapter completed!