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I can't remember the comments later, the original text of those few sentences is Lu Xun's prose poem, a few sentences in such a soldier, in such a situation, no one hears the cry of war, and it is peaceful......
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Jing Jiu should have been able to stop Shi Fengchen's suicide, but he didn't.Not because it was unnecessary, but because when Shi Fengchen said the last sentence, he saw the will to die in the eyes of the other party.He understood Shi Fengchen's anger and hatred for the cultivators, although he did not sympathize with them.He also didn't want to ask about the painful past of the other person's life.Life and death are the greatest.He will respect.Then let the deceased get the end of death.………… The courtyard was silent.The sunlight removed, and the two skinny chickens pecked at the shadows on the ground weakly.At some point, the courtyard door was pushed open again."
Master, it's still fried bacon with cabbage moss today!"
Wang Xiaoming walked in with a limp, put the bacon on the grinding table, and stretched out his foot to kick the two lean chickens into the cage so that they would not peck at the bacon."
Last time you said that the cabbage moss was a little old, but this time it is very tender."
He happily walked into the house with cabbage moss, wanting the master to take a look at it first.There was a soft snap.The cabbage moss fell to the ground and spread out like a real flower.His legs trembled uncontrollably."
Ah......
Yes......
Master!
”A miserable cry rang out in the house.His cry was hard to hear.The crying is not good.………… Shi Fengchen's funeral was very cold.At least in the beginning.Wang Xiaoming knelt in front of the hall, throwing paper money into the basin, his movements were very mechanical, and his expression was very numb.I don't know if he was smoked too hard, or if he cried for too long, his eyes were bloodshot.The neighbors came and went, and he was the only one left kneeling in the courtyard.Outside the courtyard, there was a sudden shouting and other movements, and then the wooden door was pushed open somewhat rudely.It was not the people who came to ask for trouble, but some adults who were about to come to pay their respects, and the officials who had been notified hurried over to clear the scene.The white flags that were raised high and the ink-drenched words made the atmosphere of the small courtyard suddenly different from before.Wang Xiaoming ignored it, still kneeling in front of the copper basin, burning paper money indifferently.He couldn't remember exactly what the official positions and names of the adults who appeared afterwards were.Shi Fengchen was deserted before his death, but after his death, it was lively and ruthless, and everyone understands why.Wang Xiaoming also knows.No one saw how Shi Fengchen died, and the officials of the Qingtian Division confirmed that he committed suicide by self-examination, but who was he forced to die by?
All the spearheads were pointed at the Qingshan Sect, more precisely at Jing Jiu.Of course, the imperial court officials who were deeply influenced by the Zhongzhou faction wanted to use this matter to exert pressure on the Qingshan Sect.The so-called mourning, how can there be any sadness on the faces of the officials?
In Wang Xiaoming's opinion, the only one who has some true feelings is the Hu Guifei who indirectly caused the death of the master.In the middle of the night, Hu Guifei sent someone to send a large amount of 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 co-workers who worked with him in the treasury of the Qingtian Division occasionally met to talk about the boy.A co-worker named Seventy-Two had the best relationship with him, and when asked, he said: "He said that he wanted to go back to the northwest, saying that his hometown was over there." ”In fact, he also felt strange, he had never heard of Wang Xiaoming and his hometown in the past two years, let alone what it had to do with the northwest.………… The back garden of Zhao's mansion is very quiet.The trees in late spring are at their most lush and not boring, and it is a joy to look at.Zhao Layue's mood was not like this."
Shi Fengchen has an adopted son named Wang Xiaoming, who has the potential to practice, and he left Chaoge City today and didn't know where to go."
Jing Jiu glanced at her, thinking to himself that this meant to cut the grass and eradicate the roots?"
As I said, I'm not a good person, I'm fierce."
Her face was a little pale, the injuries she had suffered that day in Mingcui Valley were too severe.Jing Jiu said: "Shi Fengchen is actually not too wrong, and it has something to do with the fact that I can't teach people, and your murderous intent is indeed a bit heavy." ”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 don't understand why he has to kill me, did I really do something wrong?"
”Jing Jiu said: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the corresponding, the greater the danger.Your heart is not constrained, and you are partial to the people in the world, so in his opinion, it is the most dangerous, and you must eliminate it in advance while you are not strong enough. ”Zhao Layue still didn't understand, and said: "Is it good to hide in the hidden peak to cultivate the ruthless Dao and ignore the lives of all living beings?"
”Jing Jiu said, "In a sense, cultivators who ignore everything in the world are of course safer for mortals. ”Zhao Layue was silent, she lived in Chaoge City when she was a child, and what she thought about every day was cultivation, but she also read some miscellaneous books.In those stories, there are talented and beautiful people, there are chivalrous and righteous, and there are also hot-blooded warriors, and later they went to Qingshan Sect, and the door rules also wrote words such as helping the world and helping the poor, but in the tens of thousands of miles of travel and now, Jing Jiu's attitude is that cultivators should ignore the world, why?"
Cultivators and mortals are originally people of two worlds, and once a person can practice, he doesn't have much to do with mortals.The poet of the previous dynasty once wrote a poem of sleepwalking in the cold mountains to say goodbye, which was deeply loved by mortals, but the cultivators did not feel much, and preferred his poem with three thousand feet of white hair, why?
”Jing Jiu said: "Because the latter is written about the great suffering of life and death, it is still difficult for cultivators to get rid of it, so I feel the same way.And the former is written about immortals, you and I are originally immortals, we can see the scenery that mortals can't see, can understand the feelings they can't understand, how can we be moved by the scenery and feelings imagined by mortals?
”Zhao Layue was silent for a long time and said, "But mortals can also pursue. ”Jing Jiu said: "Yes, mortals can not accept their fate and strive to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, but not all mortals have this kind of luck. ”………… Outside the city of songs, there is a mountain temple, it is not a festival time, and there are very few people who come to worship incense.Wang Xiaoming walked to the back of the temple, climbed to the tree with some difficulty, and made sure that there was no one around the mountain forest, so he took out an oily paper bag from the innermost part of his clothes.The bag contained some loose stuff that meant a lot to him.Those things were silver tickets sent by Hu Guifei and a very thin book.The book has written the three words Qing Xuangong, which is the introductory practice of the Sanqing School.This is a relic left to him by Shi Fengchen.He opened the book and began to read it carefully, but after a long time he could not read the words.Because he always thinks of Master easily, and then tears blur his eyes, and he can't wipe them clean.()