The Eldest Brother and Ye Su walked to the stone steps and whispered to the Taoist. The Taoist was a little surprised and unhappy, especially when he clenched his right fist in his sleeve and waited for a long time without receiving any money. He was even more dissatisfied. However, when he looked at the Taoist bun on Ye Su's head, the Taoist found that he had lost all courage to stop them and could only remain silent.
The dozen or so neighbors who came to the small Taoist temple to listen to the preaching of the scriptures were immersed in the historical story told by the Taoist. They occasionally questioned but still listened with great interest. At this time, they suddenly found that the preaching was interrupted and two people stood in front of the Taoist. They could not help but be surprised.
Ye Su's face was expressionless. For him, if it was not for the ideological battle with Mr. First of the Academy, he had no interest in talking to these ordinary people in this chaotic world.
"Next, I will explain the essence of the Three Essentials of Haotian Taoism." Then he looked at the Eldest Brother and said, "Mr. First is welcome to ask any questions."
The Eldest Brother nodded calmly.
Ye Su began to talk about his understanding of Haotian Taoism.
The Eldest Brother occasionally raised his doubts.
One was the World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism and the successor of the Zhishou Abbey. He studied the scriptures of Haotian Taoism since he was a child and later traveled to many countries. He broke through the barrier of life and death and had a deep understanding of morality. He was the most outstanding person in the world.
The other was Mr. First of the Academy, the first disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. He was well-versed in the Six Arts and had followed the Headmaster of the Academy to travel around the world. His state was unfathomable. Although his words and actions were slow, he was the most intelligent person.
At this moment, they were debating with each other in front of the crowd. Naturally, the two of them weren't as calm and direct as they were when they were talking in private. Both of them looked for evidence from the ancient books and notes of famous experts, and they looked for comrades. Their words were brief but not comprehensive, and then they became profound. Every word they said contained an extremely deep meaning.
No matter how one looked at it, the debate between Mr. First of the Academy and Ye Su, the successor of the Zhishou Abbey was undoubtedly a legendary event that was destined to be recorded in history.
If the people of the cultivation world were to find out about this, they would definitely be shocked to the extreme. In order to be able to participate in such a grand event, to be able to hear the voices of these two experts that were only above the clouds, even if they were on the verge of death, they would still call for their disciples to carry them over on stretchers to listen respectfully.
However, this debate did not take place in the Lanke Temple, the West-Hill Divine Palace, or the Academy. It took place in a remote alley in Chang 'an, in front of an inconspicuous Taoist temple.
The people gathered in front of the Taoist temple were just the most ordinary people. They did not know that the two people standing on the stone steps were unworldly masters who occasionally stepped into the mortal world. Their status was as noble as an emperor.
These people had read books, but they had not read the classics hidden in the Academy and the Zhishou Abbey. They could not understand the profound meaning hidden in the debate between the two men. They were just ordinary people who worked every day to earn money and then drank, chatted and played. In their opinion, the story told by the Taoist was much more interesting than the words of the two men who quarreled for no reason.
"What are they talking about?"
"Who knows? Anyway, I don't understand. "
"Why did the skinny Taoist let them speak?"
"Who knows?"
"The two of them are not interesting at all. Let's go."
"Didn't the skinny Taoist say that we can take a jar of wine home after the lecture? If we leave now, can we still take it? If we can't take it, why should we waste so much time here? "
"I really can't listen anymore. What the hell is this? I'm going to fall asleep if we don't leave. Don't mention that jar of wine to me. I'd rather not drink it than continue to listen."
"That's true. Then let's go."
The debate in front of the small Taoist temple that could make the entire cultivation world go crazy did not attract the attention of ordinary people at all. The people under the stone steps discussed and were extremely annoyed. Then, they gradually dispersed.
The debate on the stone steps had entered the most critical moment. The eldest brother and Ye Su frowned and thought hard. They were extremely careful with every word they said. They did not notice what was happening around them at all.
After an unknown period of time, when they came to their senses, they found that the front of the Taoist temple had become extremely quiet. The people from before had disappeared. The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, and the autumn leaves crushed the alley. Only the cold and awkward atmosphere accompanied the two.
The skinny Taoist looked at the two of them and sighed helplessly. He said, "I bought more than 20 jars of wine to gather so many believers to listen to the lecture. In the end … they were all driven away by you. I really don't understand. What are you doing here? Are you here to cause trouble? "
The eldest brother was a little embarrassed.
Ye Su was a little angry. After a long silence, he said, "If you think that the incense money is too little, I'll stay. I'll earn enough incense money for you."
The Taoist looked at the Taoist bun on his head and could not say anything to refuse. He just wanted to cry in his heart and thought, "Are you going to destroy this small Taoist temple of yours?"
The eldest brother looked at Ye Su and said with a bitter smile, "It seems that the so-called struggle of ideas is meaningless. Because if you are always floating in the clouds, how can you land?"
"I don't have a residence in Chang 'an City, so I'll stay in this Taoist temple for the time being."
Ye Su looked into his eyes and said straightforwardly, "I came to Chang 'an City not only to see Xiahou, but also because of that matter. I heard from my master that you had been sitting on the other side of the Black Line 15 years ago. Since you also experienced it, in your opinion, is that Youngest Brother of yours the one?"
The eldest brother smiled slightly and did not answer the question. He turned around and left the small Taoist temple.
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Walking out of the General's Mansion, Ning Que noticed the spies who were hiding in the streets but did not deliberately cover their tracks. He knew that many bigwigs in the imperial court were concerned about the story between him and Xia Hou. After a moment of silence, he walked down the stone steps and gently patted the big black horse's head.
During this period of time, he had many things to do and needed a more convenient means of transportation. The iron horse carriage left by his teacher Yan Se could not be as light as a feather because his state was not high enough. An ordinary horse could not pull it at all, so he brought the big black horse out from the back of the mountain of the Academy.
The big black horse obviously did not feel proud and moved because the carriage behind it was too heavy. Compared to this, it would rather continue to be bullied by the wooden fish in the Academy.
The completely black horse carriage drove to the Yanming Lake. Ning Que sat in the carriage, leaning against the back of the carriage and resting with his eyes closed. He looked a little tired.
Earlier in the Autumn Garden of the General's Estate, he'd sat across from Xia Hou and discussed the Dao. They'd talked about the stories of the past and the gratitude and grudges between them. Even though they hadn't made it clear, it had tempered and tested his mind.
There was a faint fragrance of osmanthus outside the carriage window.
He thought that it was the osmanthus in the He family's mansion, and it had actually bloomed at this time.
At this moment, something in his arms suddenly warmed up. The heat spread through the black Academy uniform into the air in the carriage, making the fragrance of the osmanthus even stronger.
Ning Que opened his eyes and reached into his arms to take out the array eye pestle tightly wrapped in cloth. He felt the clear heat coming from his palms and slowly raised his eyebrows with a solemn expression.
After entering the palace to study and meditate, he now had a deep understanding of the big tactical array of Chang 'an City. Although he was still far from the state and means of his master Yan Se, his mind had gradually connected with Chang' an City, and he could perceive everything this magnificent city wanted to tell him.
Ning Que sensed that a peerless powerhouse had entered Chang 'an.
At this moment, it was the moment when Ye Su entered Chang 'an with the grain team from other counties.
Ning Que did not know that the powerhouse who had come to Chang 'an was Ye Su.
He only knew that the other party was very strong, so strong that the array eye pestle began to slightly heat up. He could not help but have a very strong sense of vigilance in his eyes. He said to the black horse in front of the carriage, "Turn around and go to the Academy."
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Ning Que turned to the Academy because he was very clear that with his state and strength, he could not deal with the powerhouse who had come to Chang 'an. In addition, in fact, he also used this as an excuse to ask his teachers some questions. Some questions that the Academy had never discussed but had always been like firewood in his heart.
After entering the back of the mountain of the Academy, Ning Que heard the sound of the waterfall and came to the hut. Ning Que did not see the Headmaster. It was obvious that the Headmaster did not want to answer his questions, so he did not want to see him.
Then he left the hut, bypassed the waterfall and came to the precipice. He slowly walked along the steep stone path hidden in the precipice and returned to the cliff cave where he had lived for three months.
The wisteria on the roofed corridor had long withered. The wisteria fruits were not stewed by Sangsang, but became food for the ants on the ground.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Ning Que looked at the sea of clouds in front of him and Chang 'an on the other side of the sea of clouds. He was silent for a long time, analyzing the Headmaster's attitude by avoiding to see him.
After an unknown period of time.
Eldest Brother walked to his side and looked at the distant Chang 'an City. He said, "The person who came is Ye Su."
Ning Que had already felt that the person who entered Chang 'an City was a peerless powerhouse, so he was not surprised to hear Ye Su's name.
Eldest Brother looked at him and suddenly said, "Everything in the past, such as yesterday's death."
Ning Que knew that Eldest Brother was trying to persuade him. He did not want to say anything, but when he looked at the distant Chang 'an City shrouded in the autumn sunshine, he suddenly had the idea to say something.
"But I did not die yesterday. They all died."
Between the precipice, the autumn wind blew and the clouds moved. The silver thread-like waterfalls between the precipice became thinner than in spring because of the decreasing water volume.
Eldest Brother looked at the waterfall between the precipice and said, "If a person is blinded by hatred, then he will not be able to see the wider world and the more beautiful scenery."
Ning Que said, "Hatred cannot blind one's eyes. It can only make one's eyes red. For me, hatred has already become my eyes. All these years, I have not seen anything else. Revenge is my world and my most beautiful scenery."
Eldest Brother said, "Is it really worth living such an uncomfortable life?"
Ning Que turned to look at him and said, "Senior Brother, you are wrong. If people want to live freely, they should not think too much. They should do whatever they want to do. That is true freedom."
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(In this state of mind, I still wrote it. Speechlessly and bitterly.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for it. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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