Chapter 169

Zhao Layue prepared to practice since she was a child, and lived in seclusion until she went to Qingshan. Except for her family and servants, she was in contact with people of the same path, and she never thought about these issues.

"This is the first time I've said this to someone, and because it's boring and meaningless, it will be the last time."

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

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "Like those bead hunters you mentioned when you were in Haizhou? But there is always a difference between the two."

Jing Jiu said: "At the end of the day, the practice sect needs the support of ordinary people, and what have the practitioners done for ordinary people?"

Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows and said, "We have all walked the Tongtian Bridge in Nanhe Prefecture before."

Jing Jiu said: "That's right. Practitioners can build bridges and open mountains for mortals, slay demons and eliminate demons, but compared with their abilities, they can do too little. Because cultivating the Tao is to cultivate oneself, just like our Qingshan School. If there is no chance to break through the realm, those second-generation disciples are not even willing to do it.

"You mean, practitioners treat mortals like raising sheep?"

Zhao Layue stared into his eyes and said, "Building bridges is just to help them make the sheep pens stronger, and killing monsters is just to fear that the wolves will eat too many of their own sheep?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's a good metaphor, but it's not accurate enough. Practitioners also come from ordinary people. The relationship between the two is infinitely more complicated than the relationship between a shepherd and a sheep."

Zhao Layue asked: "What problems will it bring?"

"The sheep will not envy the shepherd, because no sheep will become a shepherd."

Jing Jiu said: "Ordinary people will envy and envy practitioners, because some of their former companions have become practitioners."

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

Jing Jiu said: "The strong own everything, so the Chaotian Continent has always been ruled by cultivators, and the current situation is also the same. The Jing clan is just the managers of all the big practice sects based on balance and other considerations. Of course, the Jing clan will also use this kind of check and balance to continue to grow itself, in order to seek eternity."

Zhao Layue seemed to realize something, and said, "So it started with Mei Hui."

"That's right. Meihui was the one who determined the continental structure for hundreds of years. It's just that some practitioners came up with different ideas afterward."

Jing Jiu said: "They feel that this structure is too stable, the operation efficiency is too low, and the human race's promotion is too slow, so they can't really eliminate the threat of Snow Country."

Zhao Layue asked curiously: "Then what are they going to do?"

Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said: "They think that the human race can't live too comfortably. At least until the Snow Country is wiped out, they still think that ordinary people should not receive too much care. Practitioners should tear off their hypocritical masks and directly enslave ordinary people. At the same time, they should conduct massive screening to select ordinary people with potential for cultivation, and use various methods to stimulate their growth and strengthen the strength of the human race."

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

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

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Xihuai Mountain is in the west of Chaoge City.

One thousand seven hundred miles.

This is just out of the range of the Yunmeng Mountain formation.

There is fog everywhere on the cliff, and as the sun rises, the fog rises up, and the scenery in front of the cliff becomes clearer.

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

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

The sound of the water was roaring, the waterfall was very fast, but the thin line did not move at all.

He was fishing for birds in the clouds that day, but what is he fishing for in the waterfall today?

Some extremely thin black shadows can be vaguely seen, walking through the waterfall, the speed is extremely fast, and they can swim freely in the seemingly vertical water curtain. I don't know what kind of strange fish they are.

Those black shadows stared at the front end of the thin thread, knowing that it was dangerous, but refused to leave, and seemed to be extremely greedy species.

The thin and short old man squatted beside the young man, rubbing his red nose with his hands from time to time, he really looked like a dog.

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

The old man followed him, and with his eyesight, he could see that a lame boy was climbing up the mountain with difficulty.

"He is different from Liu Shisui. The fire in Liu Shisui's heart is a fake fire, but he really hates it. The bad skills of the Sanqing School are not worth learning."

The young man glanced at the old man and said, "How about letting him become the suzerain of your Xuanyin sect?"

The old man said: "It's interesting, anyway, my disciples and grandchildren have never honored me, let alone helped my old ancestor solve some troubles, they should all be damned."

The young man inserted the bamboo pole into the crevice of the cliff, 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 end of the thread like countless black lightning bolts.

Countless water splashes were stirred up, mixed with ear-piercing strange cries.

The young man ignored him, looked over there and suddenly said, "Are you asking him to jump off a cliff and find a cave, or fall into a lake and find a treasure chest?"

The old man said with a smile: "I think it's fine anyway."

The young man suddenly asked, "Do you really want to kill me?"

The old man looked as usual and did not speak.

The young man turned around and looked at him, with an amiable smile still on his delicate 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 you Qingshan. But it doesn't mean they don't love me and respect me. Every year when I worship my ancestors, my portrait will definitely be placed in the third place."

The old man sneered and said: "My sect has been suppressed by your righteousness for thousands of years, and I live like a dog. Finally, I have some hope in recent years. Of course, my old ancestor wants to do something for the sect. At this time, you want me to pass on the exercises to this cripple who I don't know. Do you think there is any reason for me not to be angry?"

"Yeah, I heard that the young master of Xuanyin Sect is not bad. I think you are going to pass on the exercises to him."

The young man smiled and said, "But I think it's very interesting, so it's decided."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Of course he wanted to kill the young man and gain real freedom.

But he didn't do it, so there was a reason why he couldn't do it.

The young man sighed, reached out and touched the old man's head, his eyes were full of pity.

Compassion is not sympathy, it is more condescending.

The old man is a well-known big devil in the history of the practice world, one of the famous sword escapers: the third patriarch of Xuanyin Sect.

Who has the right to have mercy on him?

or.

Young people pity themselves.