Chapter 243: Hope for Further Progress? The Conflict Between My Father and Mr. Yi

"Grandpa Wong, do you have something to tell me?" Ci Song guessed.

"Master, tell me, what is the purpose of our cultivation?" Gongsun Cuo's face turned red and his mouth smelled of alcohol. He was obviously drunk.

"The purpose of practice?" Ci Song was stunned when he was asked. He did not expect that Gongsun Cuo would suddenly ask such a question.

"Yes, what is the purpose of our cultivation? Is it the pursuit of strength or the pursuit of immortality?" Gongsun Cuo continued to ask.

"It all... forget it." Ci Song replied confusedly. He had not thought carefully about the purpose of his cultivation.

"Grandpa, aren't the pursuit of strength and longevity the purpose of cultivation? Are you drunk?" Mo Yao was a little confused after hearing Ci Song's answer. In her opinion, the pursuit of strength and longevity is not the purpose of cultivation. It is the purpose of cultivation, and there is no other purpose at all.

Gongsun Cuo shook his head and said: "You are still young and don't understand the truth of this. The journey of cultivation is to go against the will of heaven. God rewards hard work, so how can it be easy? How many people have lost themselves on this road , and how many people have never returned on this road.”

"Some people were ambitious and passionate when they were young, but later they became greedy, selfish, and contemptuous of all living beings. They were all lost to time."

"Grandpa Cuo, what exactly do you want to say?" Ci Song looked at Gongsun Cuo and felt that something was not right with him today.

"Young Master, what I want to tell you today is that in your cultivation, you must not be eager for quick success. You are still young, and you will have a lot of time and opportunities in the future. Don't lose yourself because of temporary gains and losses. The most important thing in the path of literary education is The most important thing is state of mind." Gongsun said in a serious tone.

"Now that the great road has changed, the Half-Saints in the world have reached the pinnacle of the world, and no Half-Saints in the world can go any further."

Hearing this, Ci Song instantly understood that Gongsun Cuo was expressing his frustration that he could not break through. Gongsun Cuo continued: "We monks originally wanted to go against heaven and achieve enlightenment and become a saint. However, now it seems that this road has been broken."

"Grandpa Cuo, you are a semi-saint and already the top strong man in the world. What else are you dissatisfied with?" Ci Song asked puzzledly.

"No, no, young master, you don't know something. Although I have become a semi-sage, so what? Now I am still unable to move forward and can't go any further." Gongsun Cuo started to feel a little excited, "The reason why I am so happy is, It’s because I see further hope in the young master. As long as you keep your heart and keep moving forward, you may not be able to break the existing pattern and create another path for our generation of monks. "

Listening to Gongsun Cuo's words, Ci Song couldn't help but feel a little moved. He looked at the old man in front of him, and a complex emotion arose in his heart. He could feel Gongsun Cuo's excitement, and at the same time he could feel his expectations for himself.

"Grandpa Wong, don't worry, I will work hard." Ci Song said firmly.

Gongsun Cuo stood up slowly, smiled and patted Ci Song on the shoulder, saying: "Master, I was drunk today and what I said is all nonsense. Don't take it seriously."

"Master, you don't have to send it away. I can just go back by myself."

After that, Gongsun Cuo staggered out of the small courtyard.

"Brother Ci Song, what happened to Grandpa Cuo today?"

Mo Yao looked at Gongsun Cuo's back and asked curiously. In her impression, Gongsun Cuo had always been a cheerful little old man, and he had never lost his temper like he did today.

"Perhaps the realm cannot be broken through, so I feel despair." Ci Song did not reach the realm of Gongsun Cuo and could not empathize with him.

Just like what Gongsun Cuo said, the semi-saint realm is already at the top of Tianyuan Continent. Since there is no way to go further, why not use the remaining time to enjoy yourself and do whatever you want?

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In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song still maintained the habit he had developed in the previous few months, practicing swordsmanship. However, today Ci Song practiced a left-handed sword. The golden sunlight fell on Ci Song's courtyard, bringing a touch of light to the space. Warmth. He held a sword in his left hand, and the sword's body flickered in the sunlight.

The sword trembled slightly, making a pleasant buzzing sound. As the sword danced, golden ripples seemed to ripple in the air. Every thrust of the sword carried a fierce momentum, as if it could penetrate space and point directly at people's hearts.

At this time, he seemed to be one with the sword. The sword moved at will, and his mind followed the movement of the sword. His figure was elegant, like a golden lightning, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

"Hey, young master, why did you suddenly start practicing the left-handed sword?"

As usual, Shi Yue brought several servants to deliver breakfast to Ci Song. He didn't notice anything unusual at first, but when he saw Ci Song swinging his sword, his movements became a little stiff and non-standard. Ci Song practiced the left-handed sword.

And the sword in Ci Song's hand looks very strange.

"My teacher said he would teach me the left-handed sword in a few days, so I started to get used to it." Ci Song put away the lightsaber in his hand and walked to the pavilion in the courtyard.

"Master, is the sword in your hand Hanguang?" Shi Yue curiously looked at the blue hilt in Ci Song's hand and asked.

"Yes, this sword was given to me by Mr. Yi from the academy."

"Mr. Yi? Is it Yi Fusheng? Is he still staying at Yan Sheng Academy?" Shi Yue was slightly stunned and asked.

"Exactly."

After listening, Shi Yue's expression became more and more curious, "Didn't he have a conflict with the master back then? Why did he give the sword to you?"

"Uncle Shiyue, this is what happened..."

Ci Song told Shi Yue everything that happened between him and Mr. Yi, and after hearing this, Shi Yue's expression became a little complicated.

"Yi Fusheng is indeed worthy of the title of 'Mr.'" Shi Yue sighed.

"Uncle Shiyue, what was the conflict between my father and Mr. Yi back then?"

"Actually, the contradiction is not that big. It's just that Yi Fusheng is a person who values ​​etiquette and follows etiquette in everything he does. However, back then, the master acted erratically and did not stick to one pattern. The two are two extremes. In addition, the master I did do some things that violated etiquette back then. Later, when I broke into Yan Sheng Academy alone, Yi Fusheng went to fight on behalf of Yan Sheng Academy. I had a dispute with him. At that time, I was also furious and almost beat Yi Fusheng to death. "

"After this incident happened, the master has always felt guilty. After all, Yi Fusheng himself did nothing wrong. He just insisted on his own knowledge. He blocked the master to protect the face of Yan Sheng Academy. Later, the master never felt guilty again. We have met with him, and we only heard that Yi Fusheng's talent has been affected. Originally, he was one step closer to breaking through to the realm of literary giants, but now he is only at the realm of great Confucianism. "

"I originally thought that he would go out to find a way to restore his talent, but I didn't expect that he would still stay in Yan Sheng Academy."

Shi Yue's tone was full of emotion.

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