At night, Liu Shisui lay on the bed, staring at the stars outside the window in a daze.
He hadn't had insomnia for a long time, until the people of the Mysterious Dark Sect came to disturb his peaceful life in the village.
Over the past year, he had gradually realized why Jing Jiu seldom spoke and liked to stare blankly.
It was because he had too many things on his mind.
He got up early in the morning and told his parents that he had something to attend to, so he wouldn't go to the fields for the time being.
It didn't take long before someone knocked on the courtyard door.
He pushed open the courtyard door and found it was an old scholar. His long blue robe had been washed so many times that it had turned white, and his beard had turned white as well, giving off an aura of virtue and prestige.
Feeling surprised, Liu Shisui asked, "Has someone else come?"
"Yes," said the old scholar.
Liu Shisui asked, "May I ask for your advice?"
"Yimaozhai," said the old scholar.
Liu Shisui was shocked, and then he felt a deep sense of veneration.
Speaking of the orthodox Cultivation sects in Chaotian, the Western Sea Sword School and the Windy-Broadsword Sect were the most popular in recent decades; but in terms of resources and status, Zhongzhou School, Aoyama Sect, Guocheng Temple, and Yimaozhai were the best. The people in Yimaozhai were all scholars, and they had always kept a low profile, but nobody dared to doubt their prowess.
The old scholar said, "The one who came yesterday had only watched you for three days, but I've watched you for three months. I'm certain that I like you very much, so I came here today."
"I like Yimaozhai too," said Liu Shisui.
What he said was the truth. In many people's eyes, Yimaozhai was a scholar with a strong temperament, and his talk would harm the country. However, during the years when the Snowy Kingdom invaded the south and the royal lineage was severed, the scholars of Yimaozhai had sacrificed their lives for the country, more than those of the Aoyama Sect and Zhongzhou School combined, so they deserved to be respected.
"Please sit down." Liu Shisui brought out a chair.
The old scholar sat down and said, "I already know about your conversation yesterday."
The scholar of Yimaozhai knew that the disciples of the Black Moon Sect were nearby, but he did not go and slay the demons. This was already somewhat problematic.
From this sentence, he could hear that they seemed to know each other.
Liu Shisui was a little surprised. He seemed to have thought of something. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Why are you looking for me?"
The old scholar replied, "Of course it's to take you away."
Liu Shisui looked into his eyes and asked, "To Yimaozhai?"
The old scholar was silent for a while, then said, "If you insist, it's not impossible."
Liu Shisui understood and said, "I don't want to give up."
The old scholar said, "You've already been expelled from Aoyama. There won't be any problem for you to join another sect. Moreover … do you really want to give up?"
Liu Shisui said, "If I want to resume my cultivation, I need to continue practicing the evil method."
The old scholar said, "The cultivation method is just a saber. Whether this saber is used to kill people or to save people, it's all up to us. It's like when you defeated Jian Ruyun at the Sword Trial in Aoyama by using the Fire of the Devil Pill and the secret method of the Bloody Demon Church. Wasn't it because you thought he was a bad person? Using the cultivation techniques of the evil sects to do the right things, that is the right way of doing things. "
What he said was quite reasonable. Moreover, the example he gave was exactly what was in Liu Shisui's mind; but Liu Shisui still didn't agree to it.
"It was that day that I found I wasn't sure if I could hold this saber."
He continued, "If that's the case, I can't pick up this saber again."
The old scholar understood what he meant, saying sentimentally, "That's amazing. If you had come to Yimaozhai directly, things wouldn't have been so troublesome."
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It was a quiet and sleepless night.
Liu Shisui got up and pushed open the courtyard gate.
A middle-aged man walked in, ignoring him. He looked around the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, looking extremely arrogant.
Of course, he had the right to be arrogant. His energy was unfathomable, and his bearing was extraordinary.
Liu Shisui was a bit sleepy. He yawned and asked, "Another person?"
"Zhongzhou School, Wei Chenzi in the Yuanying Realm."
The middle-aged man said.
Liu Shisui's sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and he was shocked speechless.
The Yuanying State in the Cultivation system of Zhaoge, which was headed by the Zhongzhou School, was equivalent to the upper state of the Free Travel in the Aoyama system.
Wei Chenzi glanced at Liu Shisui and said, "The Aoyama Sect is still so narrow-minded. It's not a big deal for someone of your caliber to eat a Devil Pill. Why do you want to be expelled from the sect?"
Liu Shisui wanted to say "Don't humiliate my sect", but he kept silent in the end.
Wei Chenzi didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "You're not sure if you can hold this knife. What you're afraid of is the backlash of the Evil Method. It seems that you haven't had enough adventures. If you come with me, I'll teach you the method to help you guard your mind. Even if you can't, you can just commit suicide. If you have the courage to die, you won't have to worry about not being able to defeat yourself."
Liu Shisui was silent for a while, and then he asked, "Who are you people?"
It was impossible for the Mysterious Dark Sect, Yimaozhai, and Zhongzhou School to appear in a small village at the same time.
Especially the former was a famous Evil Sect, and the swordsmen in the Yuanying State in Zhongzhou School. How could they let the disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect live and communicate with each other?
This could only mean that they were together.
What kind of organization could have the swordsmen of these three sects working for them?
The door of the courtyard was pushed open. The old scholar of Yimaozhai and the gloomy disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect walked in.
"Have you ever heard of a place called Bulao Lin?"
Liu Shisui thought to himself, they really came. He mumbled, "I really didn't expect this … Seniors, please take a seat. I'll go pour you a cup of tea."
Having said this, he turned around and went into the kitchen. He picked up the cleaver, and without hesitation, he chopped at his own neck.
A gust of chilly wind poured into the kitchen from the courtyard, sending him flying. He crashed heavily into the wall, and the cleaver fell to the ground, making a clanking sound.
The disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect sneered, "Your reaction is quite fast."
The old scholar took out a square handkerchief and handed it to him, indicating for him to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Wei Chenzi said, "The disciples of Aoyama have been taught by their teachers to be too pedantic. It's not like all the Bulao Lin are bad people."
Liu Shisui refused the handkerchief, and stood up with the support of the wall. He used his sleeve to wipe the blood, and stared at Wei Chenzi, saying, "No, you are all bad people."
"The cultivation methods are all sabers, regardless of whether they are good or evil. Bulao Lin is also a saber." The old scholar said gently while looking at him, "You can use this saber to do good deeds, like killing the treacherous chancellors in Zhaoge City, or those generals who are ready to surrender. If you kill a few more of these people, all the people in the world will thank you."
Liu Shisui shook his head and said, "I don't believe there are any good people in Bulao Lin."
"Are all the people of Aoyama Sect good people? If they are, how could you end up like this? There are also bad people in my Zhongzhou School. "
Wei Chenzi said, "It's the same in Bulao Lin. There are good people and bad people, so the key is what kind of person you want to be."
After a moment of silence, Liu Shisui asked, "But how can you prove it?"
The disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect grew impatient, and said while staring at him, "If you don't come with us, I'll kill all the people in your village."
Liu Shisui looked at the old scholar and said, "I don't think such a person is qualified to do good deeds."
The old scholar smiled faintly, not saying anything.
Pah!!!
Wei Chenzi's palm hit the head of the disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
The head of the disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect split open like a ripe watermelon, but strangely, no blood came out.
A band of black fog flew out from the head of the disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and a blurry face could be vaguely seen, hideous and frightened, fleeing toward the outside of the room.
It was unclear when the old scholar had taken out a folding fan. He opened it with a swoosh and fanned it twice toward the band of black fog.
Along with a despairing scream, the band of black fog was set ablaze, soon turning into a few wisps of green smoke.
Soon after, the corpse of the disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect also turned into green smoke, disappearing without a trace.
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