"What if I offended King Ning?"

The strange man said this sentence in a complicated tone. Because of this sentence, Mr. Wu's eyebrows raised slightly up again.

Mr. Wu was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. The slight changes in his eyes made the man feel nervous instantly.

Mr. Wu asked: "Is it you, or you?"

The man seemed to have not expected Mr. Wu to ask such a sentence, so his expression changed.

He began to regret that he shouldn't have appeared in front of the Jiedushi in such a hurry because of an impulse. He underestimated the strength of an important official under the tent of King Ning and the wisdom of the Jiedushi.

In this moment, he also thought...yes, how big a mistake he made, he ignored so many things.

In such a chaotic world, how could he be one of the most important military governors under the Ning King’s tent besides a strong man?

If you are in a peaceful and prosperous era, you may only need strong abilities in a single aspect.

But in chaotic times, who can survive to this day and hold a high position is not a person who is very strong in all aspects?

He regretted his impatientness, while Mr. Wu was waiting for him.

After a long time, the strange man breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Yes, we."

Mr. Wu then smiled, not looking very hostile.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Wu asked another question that hit the deepest part of a man's heart.

"You have offended King Ning, then, does King Ning know?"

After the words were expressed, the man was obviously stunned when he heard them, and then his expression became more complicated.

"Why did the adults ask?"

Without an answer, he asked back.

Mr. Wu smiled and said, "You are talking about you. Judging from your tone, this doesn't seem like a matter of one or two people. If you have offended King Ning, but can still appear in front of me well, then it can only prove two things."

Mr. Wu stretched out a finger: "First, you have offended King Ning, but King Ning doesn't actually know."

He stretched out his second finger: "Second, King Ning knows, but you are still alive, which means that what you think is offended is not worth mentioning in King Ning's opinion, otherwise you would have died long ago."

When the man heard these words, his expression became more complicated.

He thought about these words carefully, and the more he thought about them, the more he felt that it really made sense.

King Ning is now so powerful, King Ning's own martial arts are so strong, and the masters under King Ning's tent are everywhere... With these conditions combined, they are still alive, and it seems that they have never been investigated, which seems to confirm the speculation of Master Wu.

After a long time of silence, he looked at Mr. Wu and said, "King Ning should know, but we are still alive."

Mr. Wu smiled and nodded: "So what are you afraid of?"

He pointed to the room: "Why sit down and have a good cup of tea. I just invited you to dinner. I wonder if the pot of tea you just bought can be divided into me."

Not long after, in the lobby of this Yusheng Teahouse, Mr. Wu sat opposite this strange man.

Only the two of them were very cooperative, and the weather started to rain. The sound of the rain not only did not make people feel irritable, but instead gave people a sense of tranquility.

The man poured Mr. Wu a cup of tea, and did not rush to speak, as if he was sorting out his words.

"I did come from Shuzhou, but I am not from Shuzhou."

After the man slowly breathed a sigh of relief, he began to tell his identity.

"We are very special. We have put a shackle on ourselves since we were born and told ourselves that this is responsibility, this is goal, and this is the meaning of living."

Mr. Wu did not speak, but just listened quietly while drinking tea.

He seemed to see that the man in front of him was a poor guy who had been suppressed for a long time and could not find anyone to talk to.

You can hear from the first sentence he said that this kind of depression probably started when he was sensible.

So Mr. Wu thought that such a person might be much carefree than other ordinary people.

Perhaps it was when I was in a ignorant youth that I was pressed on my shoulders by the so-called responsibility.

"We are the descendants of the Master."

The man looked at Mr. Wu and said in an extremely complicated tone: "It's the Master Zhou who you all know."

Mr. Wu was still stunned for a moment, because he did not expect that the other party's identity was actually a descendant of Master Zhou.

The man said, "My name is Li Ren."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. Perhaps because he was a little nervous, his throat was a little dry.

People like him have never been as nervous as they are now when they are facing dangers in Shuzhou for many years.

This kind of nervousness is not that he is afraid that he can't beat anyone or kill anyone, but that he opens his heart to a stranger for the first time.

"The descendants of the Master are very pitiful."

Li Ren lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand and said, as if he had to look at the stranger in front of him more and the strange face more, he would not have the courage to continue talking.

"The descendants of the Master must bear the so-called great cause of revival as soon as they are born, and must shoulder the Master's myth..."

He paused for a moment when he said this, and then responded to himself as if he was asking and answering.

"Is Fuzi a myth?"

He shook his head: "The Master has never been a myth, but people in the world need a myth."

Li Ren's eyes were a little erratic, but his words were not erratic, but were as steady as the origin of all things in this world.

"The Master is not a myth, but people in the world need a myth."

Because this sentence makes people understand that it is not the origin of all things in the world, it is the origin of human heart.

Mr. Wu repeated this sentence to himself, and was touched.

Yes, there are no myths. All myths are something that people hope to appear in the world and cannot turn the tide.

The Master's perfection may have been made up by later generations. He is indeed very strong, and in all aspects. No matter what skill he has learned, no one can match it.

But the Master is not perfect. The Master is also a lustful person and a wine-loving person.

But the most perfect thing about Master is that he knows what degree is.

There are too many sufferings and too many injustice in the world, and all living beings do not have the ability to change this suffering and this injustice.

So they placed this hope on the strongest person, and the Master became a myth.

The people want to use myths to tell those in power, look, look carefully, that is what those in power should look like.

However, the people have heard of such myths, written by people, and spread them themselves, but they do not believe them very much.

The descendants of the Master believed it, and with the efforts of deceiving themselves over and over again, they successfully deceived themselves.

They felt that the Master was God, and they were descendants of God.

The sadness in the eyes of the people comes from the self-righteousness of the descendants of God.

"I left the Holy Sword Sect many years ago. I am not a descendant of the Master's lineage, so I am just a small person in the Holy Sword Sect."

Li Ren said slowly, "The reason I left is because the Holy Sword Gate cannot tolerate me."

At this time, Mr. Wu finally couldn't help but say something.

He asked, "Because you are a threat?"

"yes."

Li Ren still lowered his head and spoke, and the water vapor in his eyes and the water vapor in the teacup seemed to have merged together.

"I am from a sideline, how can my talent be higher than that of a direct line?"

Li Ren said, "At that time, I didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was strong, so I felt that since they were all descendants of the Master, why should I separate from the inside and outside? Could it be that the Master's blood flowing in our bones be fake?"

At this moment, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Wu, saying word by word: "People from the sidelines should serve and protect the people from the sidelines as slaves. This is not the rule set by the Master, but the rule set by the people from the direct line. Since it is not what the Master said, why can't it be wrong?"

"So, I have to challenge this rule and want to tell those people from the direct line that the Master's blood flowing in my bones is not fake."

"I won, and I have been winning all the time. All the descendants of my family who are about the same age as me are not my opponents. They lost to me one by one. Everyone's face was ugly, but the ugly one was the sect leader."

After hearing this, Mr. Wu sighed heavily and said, "But you are not dead."

"Yes, I'm not dead."

A trace of regret flashed in Li Ren's eyes, although it was just a flash, but it was so strong.

"My father died, my mother died, my brother and my brother died."

Li Ren let go of his hand holding the teacup. This was his restraint. If he did not let go, the teacup would break in his palm for the next breath.

This may be the restraint developed by a person who has been away from his home for many years and has been hiding in a strange place for too long.

"When I escaped from the Holy Sword Sect, I swore that when I go back, I will kill all the people of my own line..."

For the second time, he looked up at Mr. Wu.

"Last month, I returned to the Holy Knife Sect from Shuzhou and went to see them. I realized that the sect leader was dead. I realized that many people in the direct line died. Those who killed my family members died, and these people died because of King Ning."

Li Ren said, "When I went back, I thought, since I had already started killing people, I shouldn't care about killing more people."

"But what I didn't expect was that when I went back, they looked at me without hatred, hostility, or even repulsion..."
To be continued...