There is no doubt that the sect has disappeared, but the sect has been here for a long time. There are always some servants and even disciples of the sect whose homes are located along the Liao River at the foot of the mountain. When visiting relatives and resting during the holidays, some of the inside of the sect will be revealed intentionally or unintentionally. matters.
The sect was lost, and the trees fell down and the hozens scattered. Many families who had lost their husbands and children did not want to stay here for a long time, so they moved to other places for fear of seeing things and missing people; more of the disciples in the sect's prime years had not yet had time to marry. My wife, after this incident, only the two elders in the family were left. After a short time, she became ill from grief, and most of them died at home.
The area along the Liaohe River prospered because of this vast sect, and also declined with the disappearance of the sect.
However, there are still families who have not left. In addition, with the disappearance of the sect, Liaohe's products have been able to thrive, so the number of families who have moved here has gradually increased to replace the residents who originally moved away.
The old master Bo in front of me is probably a descendant of the same lineage who never moved away, so he knows so many secrets in the mountain.
The young master did not directly answer the master, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the worry on the latter's face. Instead, he pointed to the bank and said with a smile, "Look, there are really outstanding people along the Liaohe River. Dogs are very understanding of human nature.”
The old master was old, but his eyes were not bad at all. Moreover, the lanterns and candles on both sides of the bank were shining, so he followed the direction of the master's finger and saw an old yellow dog under the wall of a house. At this moment, the yellow dog was standing up towards a butcher, bowing frequently, just like a man in a yellow robe, looking exactly the same.
The butcher was obviously a little annoyed at this time, and he only packed up and returned home at this time. You can imagine how good or bad his business is today. I thought that I would have to drink a few sips of wine after I got back, and maybe listen to my mother-in-law nagging me at home, so I was very annoyed when I was cleaning up with a mixture of meat and vegetables in my mouth.
"This yellow dog has been staying in the village for several years, and I have seen it several times. I have seen it a few times. It is indeed very humane and does not hurt anyone at all. Once it is hungry, it will go to the butcher or fisherman to ask for some broken bones and meat. The people nearby Everyone is familiar with this yellow dog, so every time he has some scraps of soup, he will bark at the entrance of the alley, which will definitely attract the old yellow dog." What the Lord Bo said is true, he has actually seen this yellow dog when he went out for inspection. Several times, he has a very gentle temperament and is very discerning. When he encounters pedestrians walking down the street, he will first step back and let people pass by, and then go elsewhere on his own.
The old owner, Bo, is also very fond of the yellow dog. He often feeds the yellow dog some useless meat leftovers at home. One dog is a village, and they get along very harmoniously.
But today the butcher is obviously angry, and looking at the yellow dog's belly is empty, but the village has been busy these days, and no one has time to feed it. The hungry dog finally met the butcher who had not yet returned home. He looked at the hanging meat strips and immediately became unable to move his legs. He grabbed the butcher's trousers and began to cry out for meat.
The young master on the boat looked at the man and the dog with great interest, but the vast river in front of him was ignored.
Not only did the butcher refuse to mince the meat, he walked away, but he stumbled over the front leg of the yellow dog and almost fell. So he became angry, grabbed the sharp knife with an ox-ear tip that had been fed with oil, and stabbed the yellow dog.
Under the watchful eyes of the young master and the master on the boat, the knife grazed the yellow dog's ear, and stabbed into the empty space with dangerous risks. The yellow dog finally couldn't bear it anymore and bit down on the butcher's leg. Blood oozed out and the pain made the butcher scream angrily.
The yellow dog was a little scared after biting someone, so it moved on all four legs and disappeared into the alley in an instant, escaping without a trace.
Little did they know, there was an old man on the boat whose back was soaked with sweat.
"My lower official did something wrong, and he allowed a vicious dog to attack the street, which dampened the young master's interest. Tomorrow I will send someone to drive the yellow dog out of the village, and I hope that the young master will forgive me." Although the butcher was at fault first, he is still a yellow dog after all. It hurts people, not to mention the fact that I have always heard that this young master is moody. Dogs are less important than official duties are more important. The old master Bo, who has been an official for more than ten years, can still clearly distinguish this point of priority. At this moment, he bowed to accuse him again and again.
"Master Bo, why are you like this?" Mr. Wang shook his head and stretched out his hand to help the old Master Bo, who had been an official for many years, to stand up. "Master Bo, you are quite old. Besides, before coming here, I have heard that you have a good reputation." This reputation alone is enough for me as a junior to respect me. Secondly, although my father holds an important position, I still have no fame and fame. How can I, as a commoner, receive gifts from court officials for no reason? This is too much. Domineering, what would it be like if it fell into the eyes of others? Although I am a bit hard to distinguish between my emotions and my anger, I can’t distinguish between my emotions and my anger, but who can I be right? I am afraid that I will be arrogant and domineering in the eyes of others. The one who has been detained for questioning is my father."
The Lord raised his head and looked at the prince for a moment, and saw that the latter still had a kind face, and the lingering feeling in his old heart finally hit the bottom.
It seems that the rumors in the world are not necessarily true.
Seeing Master Bo loosen his tightly clenched hands, the young master smiled slightly and continued: "Many polite words have distracted a lot from the previous words. If you don't mind, I will continue."
"Young Master, please speak freely." The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Your Majesty, I think that yellow dog is very humane and has a gentle temperament. I deeply agree. Otherwise, if he were to run rampant in this village, he would have been killed by the neighbors, and he would not have been able to survive for several years."
"But there is no dog in the world that will never bite."
"Similarly, the same is true for those immortal sects. With only the so-called iron law, can they really watch the fire from the other side without interfering with the battle? If only one sect takes action, the situation will be easy to say. Well, what if more than half of the immortal sects stretch out their hands? If they all attack in groups, I’m afraid those sects that abide by the rules will be destroyed.”
The young master is cold and cold, as if in his eyes, all the immortal sects in the world are as disgusting as rotten dogs.
"In the final analysis, it depends on which side of the scale is heavier."
The old master, Bo, had never heard of such disrespectful words that could be described as rampant disobedience. He quickly reminded, "Young master, these words can only be said in private. There are many people here. Don't let the news leak. It's better to be careful."
The implication is very clear, it means that there are many guards on the boat, be careful that the walls have ears, for fear of causing trouble in the future.
But the young master disagreed, "Most of the immortal families on the mountain are masters who regard themselves as noble, not to mention that there is no sect here. They can't afford to get into a fight over such a few careless words, not to mention that face is important in their eyes, so naturally It doesn't matter if it's placed at the top of the building."
"Having said that, I still have one thing that I don't know about. Why does this Immortal family intervene in the conflicts among the nations?" The Lord frowned. Although he was a descendant of the Xian family, the old man really couldn't figure out for a while why the Xian family would intervene in the national war disputes, so he spoke with apprehension.
"Why didn't you intervene?" The young master seemed a little surprised.
"First of all, although those who are highly cultivated by the immortal family can walk across rivers and mountains as if they were walking on flat ground, they can never collect all the treasures of the country for their own use. If you pour out the treasury of a country, you can always find some that the immortal family will be jealous of. Rare treasures and even the origin of fairy grass; secondly, if the territory of another country is annexed and the fairy family contributes, the family will naturally work with the emperor to get a lot of benefits. The sect with a deep foundation can justifiably select talented disciples from the territory. , if things go on like this, why worry about the sect not being prosperous."
Prince Wang pointed at the various preserved fruits on the table of the Eight Immortals, and then pointed at the maid and smiled, "They are all people who are fighting for success in the world. It is not that they are calm and unrivaled, but the sweetness given is not enough."
