take care of yourself

The master, who said everything was right, looked at the tearful little boys behind him, and felt embarrassed to cry with them, so he had to hug them one by one and hang them on Ying Yao's body, drowning him with his younger brothers and younger sisters.

Half an hour later, Ying Yao struggled out of the siege with a sleeve full of snot and tears. He hugged the sleeping junior sister picked up by Zheng Chuanxin and entered the master's room, and put her on the small bed against the wall. He used a cleaning technique on his clothes, and then hugged Zheng Chuan.

Zheng Chuan only has a golden core cultivation base, and after living for more than 400 years, Ying Yao has begun to look old. Seeing the wrinkles on his forehead and the white hair on his temples, Ying Yao choked up and said, "I made Master worry again."

Zheng Chuan had no choice but to pat him on the back comfortingly, and asked about his situation around Zhuo Yuanshan in detail.

Ying Yao concealed the fact that Zhuo Yuanshan had abolished his cultivation base, answered everything else truthfully, and in turn comforted his master: "This matter is a bit troublesome, but there is no need to worry about his life. It should only be given to the rich. It's not impossible to handle the work of an unscrupulous shopkeeper, so Master doesn't have to worry about me."

Zheng Chuan was dumbfounded by what he said, and he didn't really believe that Zhuo Yuanshan had such a kind heart, but Ying Yao had already said so, he couldn't doubt his apprentice anymore, so he had to pretend to believe him, and asked with a smile: "Do you miss Master?" craftsmanship?"

As he said that, he was about to get up and go to the kitchen to cook Ying Yao's favorite hot round spirit dish, but Ying Yao took Zhuo Yuanshan's mood into consideration, worried that he would make him wait for a long time and it would be difficult to figure out next time, so he hurriedly stopped him.

"It's not without confusion and worry," Ying Yao quickly made an excuse, "I remember that in the early years, the senior masters left notes at the back of the practice notes, saying that the ruthless way and the sentient way are just different methods of practice. , but it is all for the Dao, and there is no distinction between right and wrong.

Jianxiu couldn't help frowning when he said that: "But I think today's ruthless Taoist monks seem to be unscrupulous people, no matter right or wrong. Or are they going the wrong way?"

The way of "joining the world" is almost the most morally demanding of these methods of practice. If it is not for the prohibition of self-discipline, Yingyao asked himself that most of the monks he has met would make him unable to resist stepping forward to scold him, but in the past he was just A Golden Core cultivator who is everywhere, really has no ability to speak, so he suppresses his doubts in his heart.

But after seeing Zhuo Yuanshan and Ying Yige's deeds these days, he recalled the past questions, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Zheng Chuan thought for a while, then asked him: "What's the reason for 'entering the world', so what if they went astray?"

Ying Yao replied: "If it's just for the sake of 'entering the world', I shouldn't judge myself against others. What they do is only unrighteous in my eyes. I can't ignore it when I see it, but I don't need to worry if I don't see it; I was tempted to go astray by the practice method from the south, and I couldn't remain indifferent."

Zheng Chuan asked: "Do you have the strength not to be indifferent?"

Ying Yao raised his head and stared at his master for a while, then nodded slightly: "I understand," he said, stroking the hilt of the Jiusu Sword, "Congxin."

This time Zheng Chuan just shrugged his shoulders.

Although there are not many people who practice the Tao of "entering the world", at the beginning, when the patriarch founded the sect, it was also prosperous for a while. In addition to the seven swords that everyone must learn, there are also nearly a hundred people who have cultivated the eighth sword that gathers the heart of the Tao. However, what is interesting is that the eighth sword intents of these nearly a hundred people are different, and almost none of them are the same, which makes it easy to get started, but extremely difficult to inherit.

Zheng Chuanyang had many apprentices before he could barely sum up a little bit of experience, so he no longer directly told his apprentices how to deal with things, but guided them as objectively as possible, let them draw their own conclusions, and seldom judged whether they were right or wrong .

Ying Yao knew that the master would not give him any advice after he said this, so he untied the Jiusu sword from his waist and gave it to Zheng Chuan to appreciate the sword, and said, "I'll go and see them again. Do you have fried sesame oil?"

He didn't bid farewell to his master and fellow disciples until it was almost dark, and threw out the messenger talisman given by Zhuo Yuanshan with spiritual power. Zheng Chuan reluctantly returned the Salvation Sword to him, praising him endlessly For a while, how good the Jiusu Sword was, boasting that the Jiusu Sword, which had been prudent for a day in front of him, let out bursts of happy sword cries.

"Still shy!" Zheng Chuan said pleasantly, "Oh, by the way, I found your I Zhijian, and I found a blacksmith to patch up the first half, but it was a bit ugly, and put it on the bedside of your room , but I couldn’t bring it here, I don’t know if it will still be there when I go back.”

Ying Yao looked at the Jiusu sword flying randomly in the sea of ​​consciousness, and wanted to say that it was not shy, but before he could correct it, he felt Zhuo Yuanshan's aura, so he swallowed his words and hurried out the door.

"Uncle Zhuo Shi," he returned to Moxiu who was sitting on the beauty chair with his sword, and asked in a soft voice, "What restrictions did you put on them?"