Heart Survey

Chapter 87: Difficulties in the World

Sanshan City.

Sun Xiaoman hurried into his mother's room.

Since the end of the battle at Yuheng Peak, Dou Yuemei has locked herself in her room and cannot come out. Sun Xiaoman handles all the affairs in the city. She did not even come forward as the new dean of Sanshan City Daoyuan. .

This is the first time in so many days that I am willing to meet someone.

"...Mother." Seeing Dou Yuemei's first glance, Sun Xiaoman's heart trembled.

So haggard and tired, is that still her mother?

"Little Man." Dou Yuemei looked at her daughter, her pale face finally had a hint of blood: "How is the city?"

"It's all okay, almost." Sun Xiaoman didn't dare to say that since Yuhengfeng returned without success in the battle, several Taoist disciples with good talent have all moved to other cities, saying that they can't see it here. to hope.

Although there are not many such people, for Sanshan City, whose talents are withering, it can be regarded as worse.

"That's good." Dou Yuemei didn't seem to care much about the answer, and asked, "How is your smile?"

"I still locked myself in my room and said I never wanted to talk to you again."

Dou Yuemei sighed and said with a bit of wistfulness, "It seems that I'm really angry this time."

"It's okay, I'll forget it in a while."

Sun Xiaoman's eyes were a little tired, and she tried 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 not in charge, and her mother was so low and depressed all day.She could only reluctantly.

For her, she would rather fight hundreds of experts with a sledgehammer than bury her head.

"I've come to understand these days." Dou Yuemei cheered up a little and sighed: "Sanshan City still has to last, and your brother's practice must not be wasted. The most important thing is that mother can't delay you any longer."

Sun Xiaoman looked up at her: "Mother..."

"Go to your master!" Dou Yuemei sighed: "This world is not what your father thought, everything he did is meaningless. This world is not a world of reason, but a world of the strong."

It's hard to imagine.As a woman who takes her husband as her spiritual support and has absolute confidence in him.How desperate it must be to say such a thing.would 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 mother still insisted on keeping you by her side, because mother is conceited that one day, she will not lose to him. You live with mother and 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 used to sit, but she just sat with her back to the mirror.The sun shines through the window panes, hitting her haggard face, making her paler.

Sun Xiaoman simply sat on the ground, with the small silver hammer swaying on his wrist, using his hand as a pillow, and leaning his head on his mother's lap.

Dou Yuemei stroked her temples and continued: "Pure martial arts, I haven't found a complete path yet. So the path of martial arts is difficult to walk. Your master is only one of the explorers. Many times you You can only rely on yourself and think more.”

"Well." Sun Xiaoman's voice was soft.

"You are gifted. Before the Twelfth Heaven, it was flattering to you, so the cultivators before the Inner Palace will not talk about it."

Dou Yuemei took out a pamphlet, so thin that it only had a few pages: "This is a little bit of mother's experience in exploring the seeds of supernatural powers, you can take it. The road has the same goal, and it may be helpful to you."

Seeing that Sun Xiaoman had accepted it, she continued to sigh: "Warrior stepping on the 33rd heaven is still just an imagination. No one has ever achieved perfection. I really don't know, where will my daughter go?"

Sun Xiaoman raised one hand high, and the small silver hammer shook: "Go to the top!"

Dou Yuemei smiled, she stretched out her fingers and scratched her daughter's nose: "Go, go."

Sun Xiaoman stood up and stepped on the ground barefoot: "Mother, then I'm leaving?"

Dou Yuemei smiled with tears: "Let's go."

Sun Xiaoman suddenly smiled slyly: "Before leaving, I will help you educate Sun Xiaoyan!"

Seeing that Dou Yuemei opened her mouth to stop her, she hurriedly said, "Mother, listen to me. It's good for your body and mind to beat your child when you have nothing to do. Don't be reluctant. Dad is gone, and the past is in the past. But the future is still very long!"

She jumped two steps, turned back suddenly, and blinked: "I see my master, he is very interesting to you!"

"Go go! What do you know!"

Daughter left, went to beat son.

Dou Yuemei felt a sense of relief inexplicably, she threw this strange thought out of her head.

Turn around and look at the vanity mirror.

In the mirror, there is a face with no makeup on, although it is haggard, but still can see the beautiful outline.

She stretched out her hand, stroked her face lightly, and sighed faintly: "Damn, do you think it's not worth it for you to die so early? What a pity, my beautiful face..."

……

Jiang Wang is of course no stranger to Song Qifang, the vice-president, and he has no lack of respect.Dong A was banished to Fenglin City, but it was only a few years ago. Before that, Song Qifang was in charge of Fenglin City Taoist Academy.

Of course, due to his own strength and vision, Fenglin 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 vice president. In addition to teaching, he concentrates on alchemy and deduction techniques.It is also considered a clear division of labor, and each has its own use.

He was always respected by his disciples because he was amiable and amiable.

It's just that Jiang Wang really couldn't think of why Song Qifang suddenly looked for him.

"President Song." Jiang Wang walked into the pill room and bowed respectfully: "Are you looking for me for something?"

The white-haired Song Qifang turned back from the Dan stove, looked at Jiang Wang, and smiled kindly: "Jiang Wang, how is your practice recently? Is there any problem?"

"Lao Song Yuan is bothered." Jiang Wang was flattered: "Teachers are very responsible, and the disciples are still very shallow in cultivation, and the problems are very elementary. Sometimes the senior brothers help solve them. There are no special problems for the time being."

Song Qifang nodded with satisfaction: "You are one of the best disciples in the Chengdao Academy, and this old man is assured of you."

"The masters in the Taoist academy are like clouds, and the disciples are ashamed to be worthy."

"The old man has heard about you in Wangjiang City," Song Qifang turned to look at the heat in the pill furnace before continuing: "You have performed very well. However, there are some things, you still need to pay attention to the method. Let's There is no need to be so rigid with Wangjiang City."

No matter what happened, regardless of right or wrong, the act of snapping the hat when he opened his mouth really made Jiang Wang unhappy.

But his face remained calm, and he just said: "The Song Academy taught it right."

"Of course, it is understandable for young people to be impulsive when it comes to family affairs." Song Qifang smiled and fanned the fire, seemingly unintentionally: "I heard that you have an extraordinary swordsmanship, which is widely used in Sanshan City and Wangjiang City. Extraordinary?"

"It's true that the disciple got a sword skill by chance." Jiang Wang frowned and said, "But this sword skill is not as magical as others have said."

"It's good to be successful 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 technique to the Taoist Academy? The other disciples can all benefit. Don't worry, Daoxun will definitely count, and this old man will decide for you."

Zhuangguo Daoyuan does have a tradition of exchanging materials for Dao Xun, so that those rich disciples can contribute material resources, which is a good thing for Daoyuan and cultivators themselves.Of course, the magic is also in it.

But that is purely voluntary.

In other words, if Jiang Wang wanted to, he would have changed it long ago, so why not wait until you, Song Qifang, speak?
Sharing it with Zhao Rucheng, Ling He, and Du Yehu is a willingness.But this does not mean that Jiang Wang has a lot of love for the world and takes care of the common people.That's not fraternity either, it's stupidity.

Therefore, Jiang Wang asked directly: "Is this the intention of the Board of Directors?"

Song Qifang's face was a little gloomy: "If you want to come to Fenglin City Daoyuan, what the old man said still has some weight. Even the Dongyuan will not disrespect the old man's opinion."

No wonder Fenglin City Daoyuan used to be so mediocre in his hands, full of stale taste!
Jiang Wang thought to himself, bowed and bowed: "So, forgive Jiang Wang's reluctance."

After the ceremony, he turned around and left.

His sword hangs at his waist.

At this time, he had the edge of a sword.

　Thanks to the book friend Luyu Time for the reward!and also……

　
(End of this chapter)