"Is there any inside story?"
Xu Xiaoshou keenly sensed something was wrong.
He had earlier suspected that Ba Zunzhen was so powerful, how could he be killed by Hua Changdeng with three swords so easily.
When I heard the legend before, I found it not entirely believable.
But the people of Meisi also said the same thing, which not only confirmed the truth of the legend, but also skipped the intermediate steps, and the last step was the result of Yu Tu killing Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Bazun and Hua Changdeng are playing, what's going on with Mr. Guang Youtu?
Moreover, even if Bazun Zhenzhen was beheaded, the person who deserves revenge should be Hua Changdeng, right?
Why did you find the previous master of the Holy Temple?
Besides, Xu Xiaoshou felt that it was a fair fight.
The eight masters are not as good as others, so if they lose, they will lose. Shouldn't Yutu be so shameless and bully the small ones?
so……
"During this decisive battle, what did the previous master of the Holy Temple do?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.
Mei Si smiled and said nothing, avoiding the question: "You are very familiar with him, don't you? Just ask the person involved yourself. The old man is also an irrelevant person."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
He naturally knew that the "him" in Mr. Si Ren's words refers to the Eight Masters.
Now his identity as a holy slave is no longer a secret in front of the old sword immortal.
From this point of view, it seems that Mr. Siren is not very opposed to Shengnu's position?
In other words, judging from the attitude of Meisiren who wanted to come in to help that night but was unable to help, it seems that he is still leaning towards the position of the Holy Slave?
"The direction of the Holy Slave is correct?" Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but guess.
But suddenly he felt a headache again.
On the bright side, no matter how you say it, the Holy Slave is just a dark force, and the Holy Temple is a righteous organization.
The latter has maintained the stability of the mainland for more than a thousand years.
But unfortunately, I have come into contact with too many people who have the intention to challenge the authority of the Holy Temple.
The specific reason cannot be said.
But it doesn’t mean that everyone is attracted by Ba Zunzhen’s personality charm, right?
Xu Xiaoshou speculated and carefully asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "If it were Mr. Siren, how would he view the position of the Holy Temple?"
He felt that the old monster Meisi people who had lived for hundreds of years should have witnessed the history and events more thoroughly than the "elderly people" of today's era.
Therefore, to a large extent, the words of Meisi people can represent the truth of history.
"Position..."
Mei Siren murmured, a little sad and a little emotional:
"You have to admit that for thousands of years, the existence of the Holy Temple has been equivalent to the backbone of the world. It has inherited the darkness and spread light to most of the world."
"This continent has had stability for thousands of years because of the existence of the Holy Temple."
"When there is injustice in the world, the Holy Temple will send people to judge; when there is darkness and crime in the world, white clothes will immediately take action; when there are signs of strange forces and chaos in the world, red clothes will resolutely stand up."
“Everyone recognizes the Holy Temple.”
"If justice can be equalized by 'quality' and 'quantity', then the Holy Temple is the steelyard. It has achieved what ordinary forces cannot do, and for most people in the world, it is close to perfect... fairness. !”
Xu Xiaoshou thought to himself that this official talk is not what I want.
What I want is not the opinion of most people, but the opinion of you, Mr. Siren.
"What do you think?" he asked.
Mei Siren smiled and said, "Compared to all living beings, do you think the opinion of an old man is very important?"
Xu Xiaoshou smiled and said, "You are also one of the ordinary beings."
Mei Siren was slightly surprised, but did not say anything more and gave his own opinion: "I feel that the Holy Temple has reached its ultimate level and can be considered... very good."
"Not bad?" Xu Xiaoshou pressed forward: "So Mr. Siren thinks that existences like the Holy Slave and Xuyue Gray Palace are actually wrong?"
Mei Siren nodded, then shook his head.
Xu Xiaoshou frowned, not understanding what this meant.
"They are not necessarily right, but they are not wrong either." Mei Siren explained.
Xu Xiaoshou was even more confused.
What kind of explanation is this?
It's fine if you don't say it, but if you say it, it will make people even more confused.
Mei Siren smiled and shook his head: "Let's not talk about this for now. I will tell you a story."
"Sir, please." Xu Xiaoshou immediately sat upright.
The old swordsman spoke slowly and spoke eloquently: "I have lived for hundreds of years and have basically passed through the five realms of the mainland, including the spirit refining world and the secular world."
"In the secular world, there is such a strange phenomenon."
“Merchants conduct business, farmers cultivate, and a dynasty lasts for hundreds of years, rising and falling according to its fate.”
"In times of prosperity, the world is peaceful, and in times of decline, people suffer. However, at any time, people in the world follow certain rules and live their lives as planned."
“The hard-working farmers may have lost their harvest due to a natural disaster and endured hardship for several years, but they still must contribute to the dynasty that ensured their safety, even if they were already very poor.”
"Businessmen either relied on primitive accumulation, or washed their hands of their wealth, and turned from black to white. Too many people gave it a try with a certain amount of effort."
"The losers disappeared into the dust of history, while the winners made a lot of money, began to realize business monopolies, and reached the pinnacle of life. Even though their wisdom, status, means, and strength... are actually not the same as their wealth. Not equivalent.”
"And these people only need to contribute a drop in the bucket to the dynasty that has formulated such rules."
"The rich discriminate against the poor, and the poor hate the rich, but within the rules, there are few disputes."
"Dynasty, as the rule maker, has actually achieved fairness in a certain sense."
Speaking of this, Mei Si was stunned.
Xu Xiaoshou seemed to understand something, but also seemed to be a little confused, "So?"
Mei Siren continued: "A very small number of people realize that the makers of the rules have only achieved fairness in a certain sense."
"A small number of people who feel that they are still being unfair gather together, so they raise their flags and shout for uprising, which may succeed or fail."
"The losers may wake up the dynasty and improve the rules, or they may be suppressed by force. If they are like bubbles and phantoms, they will fail in their efforts."
"Successful people may be able to uphold their true intentions and achieve fairness in a greater sense, or they may become kings, arrogant and extravagant, and then be overthrown by the next group of people."
"Who do you think is right and who is wrong?"
Mei Siren suddenly asked back, like a blow to the head, catching people off guard.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that he could not answer.
The words of the old swordsman actually revealed all the answers.
At this point, he probably understood what the dark forces such as the Holy Slave and Xu Yue Gray Palace represented in Mr. Siren's story.
And what role does the Holy Temple play?
"A successful person is right?" Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows.
"You are clever!" Meisi people laughed and scolded: "It is true that history is written by successful people, but when a dynasty formulates nearly perfect rules that can last for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, the next A person who wants to overthrow it, who can guarantee that he can do better?”
Xu Xiaoshou was startled.
"So, in everything I told you, there were only 'maybe wrong' and 'maybe right', but there was never a definite 'right' answer." Mei Siren picked up the tea cup and gave it to the young man in front of him. Leave time to think.
Xu Xiaoshou nodded.
It is true that Meisi people are not like the Bazuns who will give a no or no answer.
He is like a bystander of history, like an outsider, who has witnessed the history of the mainland for hundreds of years and will not make judgments easily.
And Ba Zun is the one in authority. From his point of view, his answer is correct.
Xu Xiaoshou knocked on the tea table and said: "It is precisely because of injustice that some people will revolt. They may not necessarily be able to do better, but it is not wrong to try bravely... So starting from this point, Saint The slaves and ghost beasts have their own goals that they want to strive for, and they are closer to the perfect answer, are they right!?"
At the last reverberation, the exclamatory tone turned into a questioning tone.
The Meisi man took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, put down the cup, and said leisurely: "If I tell you, above the dynasty, there is an empire. Any rebel army has only one way to be destroyed for thousands of years, and those who are destroyed will only be destroyed. Taking the name of a dark force and destabilizing the stability of the mainland, they have indeed broken the rules and created more chaos. Do you still think they are right?"
Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded: "So the Holy Slave is wrong? Ba Zunzhen is a troublemaker and will definitely die!?"
Mei Siren smiled: "I never said that."
Xu Xiaoshou felt a toothache: "Does that mean that the Holy Temple is right? According to what the gentleman said, they have indeed achieved a great degree of fairness. If someone else does it, he may not be able to do more than them. Okay, so... So I should actually join the Holy Temple to uphold the righteous order they have established for thousands of years?"
Mei Si smiled again and asked: "But it has always been like this, is it right?"
Xu Xiaoshou's head went blank.
He just felt like a thunderbolt hit his mind, and he was enlightened.
This has always been the case, right?
yes!
Maybe this is what the eight acquaintances, ghosts and beasts think?
Indeed, regardless of anything else, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't agree with Hong Yi's approach to the ghost beasts that implicated the nine clans.
Perhaps most of the ghost beasts are like the rebel army, causing chaos in the world and creating turmoil.
But there is really a sincere desire for a fairer life for oneself, one’s family, and even one’s continent, right?
Family strains...
Does it fit?
Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a long time.
He thought of the plight of the ghost beasts.
Thinking of the battle between Ba Zun and Hua Chang Deng, Yu Tu killed the previous master of the Holy Temple.
I thought about the forces that were still eking out an ignoble existence in the darkness even under the only light of justice for thousands of years.
If it were really called "justice", maybe there would be no injustice and no darkness would breed, right?
Therefore, the so-called justice of the Holy Temple is only one-sided justice!
This is what Mr. Siren said. I dare not agree with it. It is undeniable, but I have to accept it. Because it has existed for too long, it has become a so-called "correct" system that makes people regulate their lives!
"I seem to understand." Xu Xiaoshou muttered to himself.
Before this night, he didn't know much about the competing stances of the major forces.
But after a conversation with Mr. Mito, he suddenly came to his senses.
Maybe what everyone is fighting for is the other party's concessions.
It doesn’t have to be “I am justice.”
But as a spiritual alchemist, perhaps the biggest difference in the choices he makes when facing injustice compared to farmers, businessmen, and ordinary people in the world is...
I know.
I act.
I can!
Fighting an entire world with one's own strength is an impossible myth in the secular world.
But in the spirit refining world, there are indeed people who can do it, and single-handedly defeat an entire era.
For example... the Eight Masters!
Xu Xiaoshou's heart was pounding and his blood was boiling.
He suddenly understood Bazunzhen's intention.
Perhaps the three-line innate, three-year swordsman eight masters really have the power to challenge an entire dynasty.
But in the end he was suppressed by the "Empire".
However, the genius who has crushed an entire era is still a genius.
As long as he doesn't die, as long as he still wants to fight, he can always make a comeback and make a comeback.
So in the Void Island, there is a legend that "the black and white veins, everyone respects me".
So after the mainland had been dormant for forty or fifty years, there were rumors that the Holy Slave had resurrected and that the Eighth Sword Immortal had returned to the world.
This time, I understand who the real opponent is.
The Eight Masters know that what they want to fight is no longer limited to one dynasty.
All his plans are for the real mastermind behind the dynasty called "The Empire"!
"I see……"
Xu Xiaoshou said again, with a bright light in his eyes.
He understood the position of the Holy Slave, and also knew the ultimate meaning of joining the Holy Slave as a pawn and staying here.
Even a genius like Ba Zunzhen needs to sink for decades for some reason.
How could he, Xu Xiaoshou, a mere grandmaster, use months, years, or even just ten years of effort to subvert the nearly perfect rules that had been preserved in the world for thousands of years?
However, there is no need to settle anymore.
There are too many people doing and accomplishing things like "hibernation".
Saint Slave, Xuyue Gray Palace...
In other words, all the forces that do not belong to the lineage of the Holy Temple!
Whether war has been declared or war has not been declared, these...
It’s none of my business!
Before becoming a chess player who can control these things, the only thing he has to do is really just to stir things up and stir things up, make the situation more chaotic, and then take advantage of the chaos to develop.
Finally, before everyone could react.
Transform your body and skyrocket for nine days!
"Old man, I seem to understand what you mean and what you mean..."
Xu Xiaoshou thought of Mr. Sang.
Every time he thought of Sang Lao, he had a new interpretation of Sang Lao's "cage theory".
What kind of experience can a person come up with such a cage theory that "the surface of the lake is the sky, and there is a sky outside the sky"?
It takes a person who has received such a blow to say such a sentence to his disciple that may seem out of place, but is actually full of philosophy of life...
"Before you have absolute strength, be serious and make a good chess piece!"
Across the tea table, Mei Si suddenly stood up.
"It seems you understand something..."
He took a deep look at Xu Xiaoshou, not caring what thoughts his words made him have.
Maybe give up.
Maybe more insistent.
But no matter what, these have nothing to do with him.
Meisi turned around and walked around, came to the window edge, looked at the Void Island by the moonlight, and whispered softly: "Old man, I have to leave..."
Xu Xiaoshou stood up quickly.
During the conversation tonight, he was actually the one asking.
But at the beginning, it was Mr. Si Ren who came to the door himself.
So, the old gentleman came here specifically to answer all the doubts he had accumulated along the way, and finally, came to say goodbye?
"Where to go?"
Xu Xiaoshou didn't think Mr. Siren was going back to the training room to sleep.
Rao Yaoyao has already set his sights on Mr. Siren. Even if he is persuaded to retreat, for the sake of the stability of the first floor of the sky, Mr. Siren will not stay any longer.
"Go to the next stop, find the next person, and chase another possibility that can shake my mind." Mei Si turned around, gentle and smiling.
"What possibility?" Xu Xiaoshou was startled.
"Maybe it's Yu Tu, maybe it's the Eight Masters, maybe it's you, maybe it's you..." Mei Siren said, and his figure suddenly became transparent and dim.
It wasn't until his whole body was shattered into spots of light that dispersed in the wind that Xu Xiaoshou realized what the old swordsman's words meant.
"You don't believe me, you're still looking for..."
He sat back on the tea table with some depression, poured himself a cup of tea, and carried it to the window sill, arriving at the position where Mei Siren was standing before disappearing.
He also looked at Void Island, looking across, but seemed to see the Guizhe Holy Mountain far away in the Central Territory.
"Actually, you don't have to look for it anymore..."
"The Eight Masters will fail once, but I, Xu Xiaoshou, cannot."
"What the Eight Masters cannot do, given time, I will be able to do it!"
