After Chen Jiuxing woke up, he often went to sit alone on the terrace by the Huai River.
He wanted to see how to raise Jiaolong.
After watching it a few times, he probably understood that most of them were raised with the luck of the city, using the luck of the capital of Nanyang and the people.
Among them, Nanyang's national luck is mostly, and the common people's luck is very little.
Perhaps after the dragon is cultivated, Nanyang will gradually decline and the dynasty will be destroyed.
The old blind man floated beside him once, looking at the Huai River with him, as if talking to himself.
"After the completion of Jiaolong, Nanyang will be destroyed, and these mortals will probably suffer as well."
Chen Jiu looked at Huai Shui, "Why raise it?"
The old blind man replied: "For the prosperity of the dynasty, mortals can also conquer cities and conquer territories, and fight continuously. What I do is the same as these."
Chen Jiu didn't reply.
Maybe it's not the old blind man's fault, it's the way the world is like, it doesn't make sense.
The old blind man sighed again: "Actually, immortals and mortals are already two different things. Have you ever seen any mortal who can live hundreds of years?"
"But this is normal for immortals. I have lived for thousands of years, and I have seen too many human events. It is even more difficult than this to invade the monster clan. I also personally participated in the battle and killed thousands of monsters. In the palace Recorded a battle."
The old blind man turned his head to look at Chen Jiu, and asked directly: "Then now, can you say I am good or bad?"
Chen Jiu replied: "The murderer has done good deeds, but he is still a murderer."
The old blind man asked back: "What if I saved a thousand people?"
Chen Jiu replied: "Yes."
The old blind man asked again, "Ten thousand people?"
Chen Jiu replied again: "Yes."
The old blind man sighed, "You admit the truth of death, I can't talk to you."
Chen Jiu asked puzzledly, "What else can you be if you kill someone but not a murderer?"
The old blind man sighed, "We have different positions and ideas, so there is nothing to talk about."
He turned the copper coin, but no one was there.
The Huai River was surging, and Chen Jiuduan sat on the balcony, watching the tide rise and fall, and a dragon raised its head faintly inside.
Chen Jiu laughed.
He seems to have a lot of fate with this Huai Shui, but it's not a good thing.
The flood dragon in the water wanted to raise its head, and he would try to suppress it, but if he couldn't beat it, there was nothing he could do, he could only let the dragon raise its head.
Master once told him on a dark moonlit night that life is full of unsatisfactory things, young and old, old and long.
Chen Jiu had a good understanding of this.
After all, there are many unsatisfactory things happening to Yunyou now.
But these unsatisfactory things are the only way of life.
The master said at the beginning of his wanderings that he would not use his sword unless a heavenly being attacked him.
The former Ma Jiuwan was considered a half-step heavenly man, so senior brother Tao Li came.
But there are no half-step heavenly beings in the city now.
So Chen Jiu had to face it by himself.
It must also be faced by himself.
Otherwise, even the two golden elixirs would have to call senior brothers and masters, so is his Yun You wandering by himself, or senior brothers and masters accompanying Yun You?
There are many injustices in the world, and it is precisely for him to listen, see, and realize by himself, and then find his own way.
Cultivation is secondary, while cultivation of the mind is primary.
Really, how difficult is it to practice?
It's just following the skills of the predecessors and drawing a ladle according to the gourd.
But if you don't cultivate your mind enough, you can only draw halfway through the painting according to the gourd painting, and it will stop abruptly, making it difficult to advance half an inch.
The heavenly and human monks in the world are all enlightened people who cultivate their minds, express their hearts to heaven and earth, create their own immortal methods, and achieve heavenly and human beings.
If Chen Jiu can't suppress Jiaolong this time, then...he can't.
After all, there is no perfect law in the world.
He jumped down from the stairs, and at dusk, walked slowly along the path back to the General's Mansion.
Chen Jiu is slowly changing, and he doesn't know whether this change is good or bad.
But people always change, don't they?
It is difficult to be the same as what I thought back then and what I do today.
In an alley, Chen Jiu saw an old beggar knelt down and howled, then twisted his body and opened his mouth to scream desperately.
The old beggar was already dead, and what crawled out of his body was something else, a half-sized ghoul that grew out of flesh and blood.
This is the truth about the evil in the city.
Chen Jiu knew it a long time ago, and immediately killed the ghoul with his fingers, and watched the broken body fall to the ground, standing in the shadow of the alley at dusk for a long time.
In the end, the man in green shirt sighed, turned his back to the setting sun, and wandered back to the General's Mansion.
The world is too unfair, what can he do?
It's just doing the best you can.
You can only do your best.
Chen Jiu's fist is like an old dragon dormant, waiting to be fully released.
The scholar from that day came to him again, knelt down and begged him again.
Chen Jiu shook his head, "I can't find your wife."
The scholar moaned and kowtowed, "Please sir."
Chen Jiu looked at him and asked, "Why do you ask me?"
The scholar whimpered, "I'm... useless."
Chen Jiu replied, "I'm useless either."
The scholar didn't speak any more, just kowtowed to the green shirt guest.
Chen Jiu dragged him up with martial arts, "It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. It's useless for you to ask me, it's better to think about it yourself."
The scholar looked at him blankly, "How can I ask myself?"
Chen Jiu shook his head and sent him away with martial arts.
The scholar leaned against the corner of an alley, weeping bitterly. When the tears dried up, he suddenly remembered that when Taoist priests subdued demons and exorcised evil spirits, they had compass pointers to find traces.
So the scholar sold the books in the dilapidated house, pawned a little money, and went to a Taoist temple with a big basket on his back, intending to go up the mountain to learn Taoism.
The woman who turned into a mist stood in the mist of the alley, looked at the scholar, with a smile on her face, she couldn't get out of Nanyang ten miles, and now she could only send her husband out respectfully, as a good omen, but she was already extremely sad in her heart .
They were separated forever, and the woman didn't want to be too far away.
The scholar who was about to walk out of the alley suddenly turned his head and saw the diffuse mist. He stopped his pace, remained silent for a moment, turned around and cautiously probed into the mist.
The fog was lingering, and the scholar penetrated the entire fog, but he didn't see anything. He shook his head, thinking that he was in a daze.
But when he looked up again, his pupils shrank suddenly.
In the fog, there was a woman's face that he was very familiar with, smiling sadly at him.
This woman's face is also foggy.
In an instant, the scholar seemed to understand, smiled slightly towards the mist, and then went back to the room by himself.
He went back to the dilapidated house and sealed the door.
Today there is a scholar who hanged to death on the beam of the house.
In the middle of the night, under the misty gaze of the woman, the man in green shirt gently pushed open the door, and saw the scholar's hanging body swaying slightly in the moonlight.
He has no words and seldom mourns.
This is the path chosen by the scholar, the answer he came up with after thinking about it himself, and this is his request.
Chen Jiu buried the scholar on a distant mountain. When he went down the mountain, he felt a little emotional, as if he had buried many people with his own hands.
Because I will never die, I can only bury others.
But if I really have a day to die, who will bury me?
Is it heaven and earth?
maybe.
The woman Wumi knelt in front of the scholar's grave and never got up. She just wanted to stay here, always...always.
Later, one night when the moonlight was shining, the woman turned her head and suddenly saw a scholar with an illusory body on the mountain, smiling at her and apologizing.
"Miss, it's late for my husband."
The woman was confused at this moment, tears streaming down her face.