Chapter 169

Zhao Layue prepared to practice since she was a child and lived in seclusion until she went to Castle Peak. Apart from her family and servants, she was a fellow believer. She never thought about these problems.

"This is the first time I have said this to people, because it is boring and meaningless, so it will be the last time."

Jing Jiu looked at her and said calmly, "monsters eat people, and practitioners also eat people. Some eat real food, some eat fake food, but they all eat."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "just like those Pearl Fishers you said in Haizhou? But there is always a difference. "

Jingjiu said, "in the final analysis, spiritual sects need to be supported by mortals, and what have spiritual practitioners done for mortals?"

Zhao La Yue picked her eyebrow and said, "we have all passed the Tongtian bridge in Nanhe Prefecture."

Well nine said, "yes, practitioners can build bridges and mountains for mortals, kill demons and demons, but they still do too little compared with their abilities. Because to cultivate Taoism is to cultivate oneself. Just like our Castle Peak sect, if we don't have the opportunity to break the environment, those second-generation disciples are not willing to do it even outside teachers, how can we talk about walking in the world and eliminating difficulties? "

"Do you mean that the practitioner's attitude towards mortals is like raising sheep?"

Zhao La Yue stared into his eyes and said, "building the bridge is just to help them make the sheepfold stronger. Cutting the demon is just afraid that the wolf will eat too many of his own sheep?"

Jing Jiu said, "good metaphor, not accurate enough. Practitioners also come from mortals. The relationship between them is countless times more complex than that between herdsmen and sheep."

Zhao La Yue asked, "what problems will it bring?"

"Sheep will not envy and envy herdsmen, because without sheep, they will become herdsmen."

Well nine said, "but mortals will envy and envy practitioners, because they have once companions who have become practitioners."

Zhao Layue understood what he meant and said, "how to solve this problem?"

Jing Jiu said, "the strong have everything, so Chaotian has always been a monk and rule the country. The current situation is also the same. The king's royal family is just the manager of all major spiritual sects based on balance and other considerations. Of course, the king's royal family will also use this check and balance to continuously expand themselves and seek eternal life."

Zhao La Yue said, "it started with the plum club."

"Yes, it was Mei Hui that determined the mainland pattern for hundreds of years, but later some practitioners came up with some different ideas."

Well nine said: "they think this pattern is too stable, the operation efficiency is too low, and the Terran upgrade is too slow to really eliminate the threat of the snow country."

Zhao La Yue asked curiously, "what are they going to do?"

Jing Jiu was silent for a moment and said, "they think that the human race can't live too happily. At least before the snow country is destroyed, they also think that mortals should not be taken care of too much. Practitioners should tear off their hypocritical masks and directly enslave mortals. At the same time, they conduct a massive screening to select mortals with spiritual potential and use various methods to promote their growth, Strengthen the power of the Terran. "

Zhao Layue's black eyes showed surprise and said, "it's like raising a real sheep?"

Well nine didn't speak.

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Xihuai mountain is in the west of Chaoge city.

1700 miles.

This is just outside the range of Yunmeng Mountain array.

The cliff is full of fog. With the rising sun, the fog steams up, and the scenery in front of the cliff becomes clearer.

The young man sat on the edge of the cliff with a bamboo pole in his hand.

The line hanging from the pole head fell to the bottom of the cliff and disappeared into a waterfall.

The water roared, the waterfall was very fast, but the thin line was steady.

That day he was fishing for birds in the clouds. What was he fishing for in the waterfall today?

Some very thin dark shadows can be seen vaguely. They walk through the waterfall at a very fast speed. They can swim freely in the vertical water curtain. I don't know what kind of strange fish they are.

Those shadows stare at the front of the thin line, knowing that it is dangerous, but refuse to leave. It seems that they are also extremely greedy species.

The thin old man squatted beside the young man and rubbed his red nose from time to time. He looked really like a dog.

The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at a cliff more than ten miles away.

The old man then looked, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that a lame boy was climbing up the mountain with his luggage on his back.

"He is different from Liu shisui. The fire in Liu shisui's heart is false, but he really hates it. The rotten skills of Sanqing sect are not worth learning."

The young man looked at the old man and said, "how about turning him into the leader of Xuanyin sect?"

The old man said, "it's interesting. Anyway, my disciples and grandchildren haven't been filial to me, and they don't want to help my old ancestor solve the trouble. They all deserve it."

The young man put the bamboo pole into the crack of the cliff and stood up and looked into the distance.

The moment his hand left the bamboo pole, the thin black shadows in the waterfall rushed towards the thread like countless black lightning.

Countless splashes were stirred up, mixed with harsh screams.

The young man ignored it, looked at it and suddenly said, "do you want him to jump off the cliff and find a cave, or fall into the lake and find a treasure chest?" The old man smiled and said, "I think everything is good." The young man suddenly asked, "do you really want to kill me?" The old man looked as usual and didn't speak. The young man turned to look at him, with a lovely smile on his beautiful face. The old man was silent for a while and said, "I don't want to hide it from you, because it's meaningless and I can't hide it. Yes, I really want to kill you today." The young man said, "why?"“ My disciples and grandchildren didn't honor me because they didn't know where I was hiding. They couldn't help me solve this big trouble because they couldn't beat your castle peak. But that doesn't mean they don't love me and respect me. Every year when they worship their ancestors, my portrait will inevitably be placed in the third place. " The old man sneered and said, "my family has been suppressed by your decency for thousands of years and lives like a dog. It's not easy. In recent years, I have some hope. Of course, my old ancestor wants to do something for my family. At this time, you want me to pass the skill to this unknown lame man. Do you think I'm not angry?"“ Yes, it's said that the young master of Xuanyin sect is good now. I think you're going to pass on the skill to him. " The young man smiled and said, "but I think it's very interesting, so it's settled." The old man narrowed his eyes and said nothing more. Of course he wanted to kill the young man and get real freedom. But he didn't do it. Naturally, there are reasons why he can't do it. The young man sighed and touched the old man's head with pity in his eyes. Compassion is not compassion, but more condescending. The old man is a famous devil in the history of practice and one of the famous sword Dodgers: the third ancestor of Xuanyin sect. Who has the right to pity him? Or. Young people pity themselves. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.