"Do you think the disciple of Balance will come back?"
While wiping his broken sword, Yasuo looked at the continuous rain and couldn't help but ask. In response to his question, Big One answered directly.
"He will come back. Although he is a disciple of Balance, his heart is too passionate and he can't ignore people who ask for help. Therefore, he is not suitable to be a disciple of Balance in this era, nor is he suitable to be the Twilight Eye of this era."
Yi Yi sighed. He was actually very optimistic about this young man, Jie. But to what extent? He could trust this person because Jie did not disappoint the teachings of Balance and was a person with good character and character. But there was one thing that made Yi Yi feel helpless. Jie was too loyal and moral, and he was too emotional.
Yes, as a player, Jie, who killed his teacher to gain power, was a person who respected his teacher very much and was very sincere about his feelings. So when their feelings conflicted with each other, Jie would choose to hurt himself instead of his friends and relatives to get the best of both worlds.
This kind of person was the most admirable, but also the most helpless and sorrowful person. You couldn't say that his choice was bad, because the best solution was often the saddest one. This was the saddest part of life. Sometimes, you had to sacrifice something in order to get something more important, or something less important.
And for these things and sacrifices, sometimes, other than being unwilling, there was nothing else you could do.
"Yes, it's not suitable …"
Yasuo sheathed his sword and sighed slightly. Although he had only been in contact with Jie for a short period of time, he understood that Jie was a righteous man who was willing to sacrifice himself for others, just like his brother. But it was precisely such a person who encountered such a thing that made people feel sad.
"Ah, by the way, there's one more thing. The General here seems to want to betroth his daughter to you, Master Yi. And he also said that if you are willing to stay, then he can leave his position to you … Let's not talk about other things first. That lady is a great beauty."
Yasuo suddenly thought of something interesting that he encountered when he went out to scout for information. When he heard that they came here to hunt monsters, the General here wanted to do something so that Master Yi could stay here and work for them.
Yi couldn't help but laugh. He had heard of that young lady's reputation. She was beautiful, housekeeping, and quite simple. Even though she was the daughter of a general, she did not have many extravagant actions. It could be said that she was quite perfect. Unfortunately, his father wasn't like that. An ambitious general wanted the successor of Wuji to stay in his territory. Not only would he get a powerful helper, but he would also get a powerful inheritance.
Therefore, even though there was a ten year age gap between Yi and that young lady, he was still willing to marry his daughter to Yi. But to be honest, that young lady was more suitable to marry Yasuo. Although Yasuo's reputation wasn't as good, he had comprehended the true intent of the Wind Controlling Swordsmanship and walked on his own path. Perhaps he wasn't experienced enough in swordsmanship, but he was definitely worthy of being called a promising future.
"Ha, you're laughing at me. If it weren't for your bad reputation, I'm afraid that young lady would be your wife."
Yi stroked his beard and didn't feel anything. He didn't care about getting married and having children at all. After all, it was impossible for him to not be engaged by his parents since he grew up in Wuji Village. But …
"Ha, forget it. That young lady will only suffer if she follows someone like me. All I know is fighting, drinking, and having fun. I don't even know how to make a decent living. I don't have any other skills except killing people for a living. Letting a pampered young lady follow me around and let her suffer the hardships of the world with a husband who doesn't know how to be considerate …"
Yasuo snorted self-deprecatingly.
It was true that love could smooth out all obstacles, but if the husband was always fighting for justice and even offending countless despicable people, what would happen to the weak woman?
Bringing her along would only bring trouble, and she would have countless weaknesses for no reason. If he didn't bring her along, he wouldn't feel at ease. Moreover, not seeing her husband and wife all year round would be a different kind of torture. For people like them, apart from ruling over a region, love was actually a very cruel thing. A weak wife couldn't keep up with their footsteps.
Just like his swordsmanship, he was destined to drift like the wind in this life. Now, apart from his mother, there was nothing else that could stop the wind. Therefore, he might be very outstanding as a swordsman in this life, but as a son and husband, he was much worse. If there were no accidents, it would take a long time for his mother to hold granddaughters and grandchildren.
At least …
He had to have money first. If he, who only knew how to kill, didn't want his wife and children to starve and worry, he would need a lot of savings.
Jie, on the other hand, was even more extreme than him. If he was a gust of wind, then Jie felt like a shadow. There were countless darkness hidden in that man's heart, and he was very familiar with darkness. People who had reached their level of martial arts only needed to exchange blows with killing intent to know what was in each other's heart.
Jie was a flame of great love. He knew the cruelty and necessity of darkness, so he wouldn't cast his flame into the hundred days of light, but into the pitch-black darkness.
There would be times when the wind would stop, but what about the shadow?
As long as the light existed, the shadow wouldn't disappear. Although the shadow who was most suitable to be the Eye of Twilight and also the least suitable to be the Eye of Twilight seemed to fit the Balance Sect's doctrine of hiding behind others, his heart was as hot as fire, and he couldn't truly achieve absolute balance.
In a sense, he was walking on his own path of redemption. The wind would become stronger and stronger, but it would eventually stop because the wind simply danced for him. But the shadow would continue to enter an even darker abyss until he couldn't see the last bit of light other than himself. He would silently disperse his own light and completely merge into the darkness.
"You never know if you don't try. Sometimes, don't underestimate yourself too much, Yasuo."
Yi smiled. He understood Yasuo's worries. This young man was afraid that he would die in Laast's hands, or that his partner would be hurt, or that he didn't do well enough, so he didn't dare to think too much. It was apparent that living alone had put a lot of pressure on his shoulders, which made him unable to see that he was actually much better than he thought.
Besides, he had already experienced loss, so he didn't want the young man in front of him to regret. People should hold on to happiness tightly while they could, and not use all kinds of methods to persuade themselves not to regret after losing it.
"Let's talk about it later. Isn't our top priority now to find that guy named Ember?"
But Yasuo didn't have such a mindset. After being informed of Ember's actions by Jie, he just wanted to kill that damn guy as soon as possible. He didn't think of himself as a gentleman and was at most a hooligan. But even if he was despicable, he would never allow such a guy to continue living in this world!
"You're right."
Yi's expression changed. He could tolerate those who made mistakes repenting and turning over a new leaf under his sword, but he couldn't tolerate a demon like Ember. The moment Yi saw Ember, he would use the most profound swordsmanship to ensure that Ember wouldn't escape before his eyes and completely annihilate him from body to soul!
And the reason why they came here and temporarily separated from Jie was because they heard that Ember had appeared in the vicinity and that a ceremony was about to begin.
Ember wouldn't miss the ceremony, and when that time came, it would be his death.
But there was always a sense of uneasiness lingering in Yi's heart. He felt that Ember wouldn't expose his whereabouts so easily, especially when Master Kushuo was still in his prime and Yi, who was famous, was nearby. Therefore, Ember shouldn't expose himself so easily. But now, they didn't have any information to speak of, so they could only follow the information given by the local Balance of Powers disciples and the general, search for traces of Ember in the place where he appeared, and ask the other Balance of Powers disciples to search the surroundings.
"The ceremony can't be held without flowers."
And now, Ember, who was wanted dead by countless people, was strolling leisurely in a deserted fortress. This fortress used to be a secret sealed place. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have known about it, but Yatox told him about the existence of a water lily here.
"Men are like branches, providing nutrients to the flowers from materials to their bodies. Just like a tree to a flower, they grow and multiply endlessly."
He took a step forward and continued speaking.
"Women are like flowers, receiving nourishment from men from their bodies to their hearts. Just like the relationship between a flower and a tree, it's a magnificent sight. "
He slowly walked into the corridor, and the defensive mechanism in the corridor was activated. He bowed slightly to show his respect to the craftsmen who made these seals, but it was limited to this, because these craftsmen were really lacking ….
Creativity.
Guns burst into flames. Silk threads wrapped around stone pillars. Cutting and exploding.
Magic shone. Flowers bloomed. Stone walls shattered and opened.
When he finally reached the end of the corridor, flowers bloomed everywhere he passed. It seemed that as long as he thought it was blood, he could turn it into a brilliant flower.
"Ah, the distorted power of the Creator. It's so wonderful, so hot. Even if it's distorted by the evil that destroyed the world, the feeling of love and justice is still intoxicating. And when the noble and righteous God sees his own power being used on the 'evil' and unforgivable in his eyes, how will he face the darkness in his heart and the desire that makes one tremble!? What kind of magnificent sight will it be!? "
But this didn't seem to come without a price. When Ember walked to the front of the stone wall that was already cracked by him, he couldn't help but tremble. He couldn't help but want to see the expression on the God's face. What kind of art would it be?
Mediocre fools could only paint everything on fake scrolls. Craftsmen with a little bit of skill would use things from this world to create a second creation. First-rate artists would use their own ideas to change the world.
And a true artist would use the Gods as his scrolls!
He would use his own art that surpassed the Gods and make the Gods bow their heads before his talent! And it would become his final and most beautiful work! Everything he had done before, and everything he was doing now, was to pave the way for this outcome.
Even if he wanted to leave, he wanted to be the most magnificent one.
"Come, come, come. Let me see the prideful white flower in slumber."
He obsessively stroked the wall in front of him. Behind him was a young girl who, because of his strength and personality, didn't do anything that truly belonged to her. Such a young girl was like a white water lily rooted in mud. Although what she absorbed was nothing more than dirty mud, she herself was a flower that hadn't been dyed with any color.
White represented that everything could dirty her, and the darkness hidden in her heart had all the colors. But none of this was important. What was important was that she was a painting with qualifications. She could allow him to freely sprinkle brush and ink on her, making her a qualified model, or rather, a qualified tool.
If the other party had some artistic talent, it wasn't impossible for him to imitate his successor after his death and promote his ideals and art.
After all, he also knew that because he was too talented and ahead of his time, he couldn't completely spread his art. Therefore, he needed a successor, he needed ….
It was a relatively blank picture scroll.
"It's time to wake up, my sleeping beauty."
The wall in front of him cracked piece by piece. Although the seal was exquisite and used the power of the earth and the young girl herself, it was a pity that no matter how amazing the young girl's strength was, it was still broken with the help of his God's talent and power. This made him regret that he couldn't use this power for a long time to prevent the owner of the power from finding him.
But it was different now.
As the wall cracked, a pool that seemed to be forever shrouded in the moonlight appeared before Ember. Beside the pool was a big tree that seemed to be growing with stars, hugging a white and pure young girl.
The young girl had a delicate face, white hair, and although her figure was slightly inferior due to her age, she was still far superior to her peers. She hadn't fully matured yet, but she was still attractive enough. Ember slowly approached the sleeping beauty. The big tree that guarded her seemed to have noticed something. Its long branches swayed constantly, trying to drive the young girl away. But Ember couldn't help but raise a finger in front of her eyes and shushed her.
Then, an invisible thread appeared in this space. The sacred tree that guarded and sealed the young girl was torn apart in an instant, turning into a sky full of flowers that drifted into the pool under the moonlight. Ember also walked into the pool, held the young girl's hand, and used her mask to gently touch the young girl's wet hand. Then, she looked at the young girl who had floated up and opened her eyes slightly. Ember half-knelt in the pool.
"Welcome to your rest, my sleeping beauty."
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