Chapter 780 It Has Always Been Like This, Is It Right?

"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're 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 step forward."

“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 and 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 okay 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 it 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 trade, farmers farm, and a dynasty lasts for hundreds of years, and its rise and fall are determined by its destiny."

"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 pay tribute to the dynasty that made such rules, which is a drop in the bucket."

"The rich discriminate against the poor, and the poor hate the rich, but there are few disputes within the rules."

"The dynasty, as the maker of the rules, has actually achieved fairness in a certain sense."

At this point, Mei Siren paused.

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to understand something, but he was still a little confused. "So?"

Mei Siren continued, "A very small number of people realized 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 in an unfair situation gather together, so they raise their flags and shout for an uprising, which may succeed or fail."

"The losers may alert the dynasty and improve the rules, or they may be suppressed by force, and if they are just bubbles and illusions, they will fail at the last moment."

"The winners may stick to their original intentions and achieve fairness in a greater sense, or they may become kings without limit, be arrogant and extravagant, and 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 sword fairy actually stated all the answers.

So far, he roughly understood what the dark forces such as the Holy Slave and the Xuyue Gray Palace represented in Mr. Siren's story.

And what role does the Holy Temple play?

"The successful are right?" Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows.

"You are clever!" Mei Siren scolded with a smile: "Indeed, history is written by the successful, but when a dynasty has established nearly perfect rules that can last for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, who can guarantee that the next person who wants to overthrow it can do better?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

"So, in all the words I said to you, there are only 'maybe not right' and 'maybe not right', but there is never a definite 'right' answer." Mei Siren picked up the teacup and gave the young man in front of him time to think.

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

Indeed, Mei Siren is not like Ba Zun'an, who will give an answer that is either right or wrong.

He is like a bystander of history, like an outsider, who has witnessed hundreds of years of history on the continent and no longer makes judgments easily.

And Ba Zun'an is the authority, from his perspective, his answer is right.

Xu Xiaoshou knocked on the tea table and said, "It is precisely because of injustice that people revolt. They may not necessarily be able to do better, but it is not wrong to bravely try... So from this point of view, the holy slaves and ghost beasts have their own goals and are closer to the perfect answer. Are they right!?"

The last sound was mentioned, and the exclamation tone turned into a questioning tone.

Mei Siren took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, put down the teacup, and said leisurely: "If I tell you that above the dynasty, there is an empire. Any rebel army has only one way to go for thousands of years. Those who are destroyed are not only labeled as a dark force, but also disturb the stability of the continent. 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? The Eight Zun An is just a troublemaker and will definitely die!?"

Mei Siren smiled: "I never said that."

Xu Xiaoshou felt a toothache: "That means the Holy Temple is right? According to what you said, they have indeed achieved a great degree of fairness. If someone else comes, it may not be better than them, so... So I should actually join the Holy Temple and maintain the justice order they have established for thousands of years?"

Mei Siren smiled again and asked back: "But has it always been like this, so is it right?"

Xu Xiaoshou's head buzzed blankly.

He just felt like a thunderbolt struck his mind, and he was enlightened.

Has it always been like this, is it right?

Yes!

Perhaps this is what the Eight Zun An, the ghost beasts, etc. think?

Indeed, regardless of other things, Xu Xiaoshou could not agree with Hong Yi's practice of punishing the nine clans of the ghost beasts.

Perhaps most of the ghost beasts are like the rebels, causing chaos in the world and creating turmoil.

But among them, there are really some people who sincerely desire more fairness for themselves, their clans, and even for the whole continent, right?

Clan punishment...

Is it appropriate?

Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a long time.

He thought of the situation of the ghost beasts.

He thought of the battle between the Eight Zun An and Hua Changdeng, but You Tu killed the previous master of the Holy Temple.

He thought of those forces that still survived in the dark even under the only light of justice in thousands of years.

If it is really called "justice", perhaps there will be no injustice, and no dark things will grow, right?

Therefore, the so-called justice of the Holy Spirit Temple is only one-sided justice!

It is what Mr. Siren said, which he dare not agree with, cannot deny, but has to accept, because it has existed for too long and has become a so-called "correct" system that regulates people's lives!

"I seem to understand." Xu Xiaoshou murmured to himself.

Before this night, he didn't know much about the positions of the major forces in the confrontation.

But after a conversation with Mr. Siren, he suddenly realized.

Maybe what everyone is fighting for is the other party's concession.

It doesn't have to be "I am justice".

But as a spiritual master, the biggest difference between the choices made by farmers, businessmen, and mediocre people in the secular world when facing injustice may be...

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.

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 "Empire"!

"I see……"

Xu Xiaoshou said again, with a bright light in his eyes.

He understood the position of the Holy Slave, and also understood the ultimate significance 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 in place 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 seems to be insignificant, but is actually full of life philosophy...

"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, looked at the Void Island by the moonlight, and murmured 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 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, look for 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, to where Mei Siren was standing before disappearing.

He also looked at Void Island, looking across, but seemed to see the Guizhe Holy Mountain in the middle region.

"Actually, there's no need 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!"