The priest was fat and wore a robe made of silk. When he spoke, he covered his nose with his fingers. It was obvious that he was not used to the smell of dirty water in the street.
Ye Su asked, "Do I need permission to teach in Linkang?"
The priest said coldly, "No one will care if you teach these children to work. But it is said that you will talk about the doctrine of Haotian at the end of every lesson?"
Ye Su said, "Yes."
The priest looked at him and scolded, "It is an unforgivable crime for a non-priest to misinterpret the doctrine."
Ye Su thought for a while and put his bowl on the windowsill. He said, "If you want to punish me, I'll go with you."
The priest looked at the tranquil expression on Ye Su's face and felt greatly humiliated, because he wanted to see a weeping and repentant person. He was used to deriving pleasure from the role of a savior, so he felt very angry. He took the whip from the guard and lashed it at Ye Su's face.
No one dared to stop him. Even the children who were holding their bowls and were very respectful to their teacher could only stand aside. Because he was the priest who represented the will of Haotian.
Ning Que stood outside the crowd, watching this low-level priest teach Ye Su a lesson for such a reason. Naturally, he felt that it was a bit ridiculous, thinking that this was really courting death.
However, when the whip was lashed out, Ye Su still did not react. He stood in front of the dilapidated house with his head down, as if waiting for the whip to leave a bloody mark on his face.
Ning Que then remembered that Ye Su was defeated by Second Brother in the battle of Verdant Canyon. His Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi were destroyed. Now he was just an ordinary person, or even a useless person. He was no longer the powerful Haotian Taoism cultivator who carried a wooden sword and walked proudly in the world.
Now he could not avoid this whip. Naturally, he could not avoid the many whips that would fall later. The genius of Haotian Taoism might die quietly in the hands of that mediocre person.
Ning Que was not going to make a move because he had no reason to.
Even though he felt it was a pity that a person like Ye Su would die in such a humble way, he did not want to expose his whereabouts because of Ye Su. But when he saw the blind man holding a sword in the crowd, he knew that it would not happen.
The whip broke in the dirty air and fell into the dirty water in front of the dilapidated house. The priest looked at the whip handle in his right hand in confusion, not knowing what had happened.
Then five fingers on his right hand were broken. The whip handle fell down and blood flowed out. The white cross-section of the bones was like five periods painted in white, announcing his end.
The priest looked pale. He looked at his right hand and saw the bleeding hand. He was trembling in pain, but he bit his lips and refused to make a sound.
He was not the kind of person who devoted himself to Taoism and had a firm Taoist Heart. The reason why he could bear the pain of his broken finger was that, like Ning Que, he also saw the blind man holding a sword outside the crowd.
From the moment he saw the blind man, the priest knew why the whip broke and why his fingers were separated from his body. He also knew that if he did not want his head to fall off, he had to bear the pain.
The West-Hill Divine Palace had a highly respected status in any country other than the Tang Empire. Ordinary nobles did not dare to offend the low-level divine priests. However, there was a place in the South Jin Kingdom where even the West-Hill Divine Palace had to be respected. The low-level divine priests were no different from pigs and dogs in their eyes.
That was the Sword Garret.
The priest didn't dare to linger in front of the house any longer. He walked out of the alley with his head down with a dozen guards. When he walked past the blind man holding the sword, he almost wanted to hide his head in his pants.
It was said that the Emperor of the South Jin Kingdom was killed by the sword of this blind man. He did not think that his life and that of the guards were more valuable than the life of the Emperor.
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Liu Yiqing walked to the front of the dilapidated house and bowed to Ye Su as a junior. He was now a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State. Ye Su was just an ordinary person whose Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi had been destroyed, but he was still polite.
"My master invites you to meditate in the pavilion again." Liu Yiqing said gently, "You are a pearl, why are you covered in dust? My master thinks that there are always ignorant and arrogant people in the world who want to do ridiculous things. "
Ye Su looked at the blind swordsman in front of him and smiled. This was the third time that the Sword Garret had sent someone to invite him. He also knew what Liu Baichuan meant.
Haotian Taoism and the Academy had both suffered losses. The situation had changed subtly. The Zhishou Abbey, which had been hidden for countless years, was no longer the Unknown Place that everyone worshipped. No matter in the cultivation world or within the West-Hill Divine Palace, there were many people who wanted to kill or bully him in order to gain some spiritual power or self-recognition.
He looked at Liu Yiqing and said, "I am just an ordinary person. Those who are still looking at me can't go far. Since that is the case, there is no need to pay attention to them."
Liu Yiqing said, "Sir, you live in a shabby alley. How can you guarantee your safety?"
Ye Su said, "There are many ordinary people living in this alley. I hope to live like them. If I can't, then it is probably Haotian's wish. Please thank your master for his kindness on my behalf."
Liu Yiqing knew that it was not easy to persuade him. He shook his head helplessly and thought that even though Ye Su's state was destroyed and his words were not as arrogant as before, Ye Su was still Ye Su.
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Liu Yijian left with his sword as a walking stick. The shabby house became quiet again. The children looked at Ye Su with even more enthusiasm. They were used to seeing bloody conflicts in this street, so they could ignore the five fingers in the dirty water. But they knew that their master was indeed not an ordinary person.
As the saying goes, children from poor families take charge of the household at an early age. Otherwise, how could Sangsang become the Sangsang she is now? The children in front of the dilapidated house used the wisdom of the marketplace to see that Ye Su was extraordinary. Instead of being scared away, they showed the cuteness of naive commoners and wrapped themselves around him.
Ye Su did not care about the excitement around him. After the children finished eating, he took out a small blackboard from the shabby house and began to teach the children. It suddenly became much quieter.
Ning Que stood at the periphery and listened to Ye Su's calm and gentle voice. Watching him patiently explaining to the children, he suddenly felt that he saw the shadow of his Eldest Brother in Ye Su.
The content of Ye Su's lesson surprised him. It had nothing to do with cultivation. At the beginning, he was talking about a way to weave hair flowers. Then, he began to draw pictures and taught the boys how to do carpentry. It was not until the end of the lesson that Ye Su talked about a simple doctrine.
Ning Que did not understand.
As dusk approached, the voices of parents calling for their children could be heard from the depths of the alley. Poor people only ate two meals a day. Dinner was always a little earlier. If they were hungry, they could just go to bed and endure it.
Ye Su waved his hand, indicating that the lesson was over. Then he walked into the shabby house with the small blackboard. The children bowed respectfully to the shabby house and then dispersed noisily.
Ning Que walked to the front of the shabby house and looked at the wooden door that could not even block the wind. He was silent.
Logically speaking, he should not have walked in. However, what he was looking for was Lucky Chance. It was Lucky Chance that he suddenly met Ye Su in the dirty streets of Linkang City. He was originally going to die in West-Hill. It was a great Lucky Chance that he met Ye Su before he died. He believed that he could kill Ye Su at any time.
He took two steps forward and raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Come in." Ye Su said in the shabby house.
Ning Que pushed the door open and walked in. There were only four walls in the shabby house. There was only a small bed and a water tank. There were many holes in the felt of the roof, which was bright from the twilight.
Ye Su was surprised to see him. He said with a smile, "Why are you here?"
Ning Que said, "I was just wandering around. I didn't expect to meet you here."
Ye Su invited him to sit on the bed and said, "This kind of thing has always happened randomly."
Ning Que said, "Who would have thought that you are hiding in a shabby alley and working as a teacher?"
Ye Su filled a bowl of water from the tank and handed it to him. He said, "After the battle of Verdant Canyon, I went to the Kingdom of Song first and then came here. I lived here for a period of time many years ago."
Ning Que took the bowl and thanked him. He asked, "Is it the legendary journey where you broke through the Pass of Life and Death?"
Ye Su said with a smile, "You can't see through life and death as long as you look at it. The pride I had in the past seems to be a bit ridiculous now."
Ning Que's current state was not enough to fully understand this sentence. But he vaguely felt that although Ye Su's state was destroyed, he seemed to have surpassed the past in some aspects.
Ye Su asked, "Why did you come to the South Jin Kingdom?"
Ning Que said, "I was just passing by. I am going to the West-Hill Divine Palace."
After the battle of Verdant Canyon, Ye Su became a useless person and was no longer a cultivator. Naturally, he did not care about the affairs of the cultivation world. He did not know that the West-Hill Divine Palace was going to hold the Rite to Light, nor did he care.
Ning Que thought of the scene when he was teaching and asked confusedly, "With your state and knowledge, as long as you are willing, it would not be difficult for you to teach the South Jin Kingdom's imperial examination champion or a powerhouse in cultivation in a few years. Why did you teach those things before?"
Ye Su said, "If you want to cultivate, you need talent. There are not many talented students in Linkang City. Even if there are, they would have entered the Sword Garret. As for why I teach those children to weave flowers and do carpentry, it is because these skills can help them earn money in the shortest time possible and then they can eat more."
Ning Que thought for a long time and finally said two words, "I admire you."
Ye Su said, "If you want to admire me, you should admire your Eldest Brother. He taught in the marketplace many years ago. What I am doing now is nothing new."
Ning Que said, "Eldest Brother is that kind of person, but you did it halfway. That is even more admirable."
Ye Su said, "I lived in a small Taoist temple in Chang 'an City for a while. I like the feeling of the true meaning in the marketplace. Now I am also looking for my own peace. Why should I admire you?"
Ning Que's hand, which was holding the bowl of water, slightly stiffened when he heard the words "there is truth in the marketplace". He looked at Ye Su's eyes and asked very seriously, "Can you teach me these?"
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(It was supposed to be two chapters, but I have an emergency to report. I will attend an event of Shengda Literature on the 11th. I will try to finish it as early as possible. If one day doesn't work, I will come back after two days. I do not want to stop updating, so I have to save up some manuscripts. Today there is only one chapter.
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