bullyxtreme Chapter 1164 How Can Confucianism and Taoism Be Covered in Dust?
Chapter 1164 How Can Confucianism and Taoism Be Covered in Dust?
Time flies by, and youth fades, making things difficult to achieve.
Whether it's unfairness from heaven or the cruel twist of fate, some people spend their entire lives pursuing only one thing, yet ultimately fail to achieve it, which is truly heartbreaking!
Mr. Mo Fan brought Baili Zhao's body back to Wulang Academy. He was truly filled with regret, for he had sacrificed his friend's life for his own selfish desires.
Mr. Mo Fan's initial idea was to make Baili Zhao suffer a setback, so that he might be able to learn the secret that Baili Zhao had been hiding.
Mr. Mo Fan really didn't expect that Baili Zhao would die, and he couldn't even find out the cause of death.
Mr. Mo Fan did not seek revenge. He knew Bai Lizhao's cultivation level and that he was capable of killing Bai Lizhao's people without anyone noticing. He himself probably couldn't handle it.
Mr. Mo Fan was in a hurry to return to Wulang Academy because he wanted the senior in the academy to investigate the cause of Baili Zhao's death.
Baili Zhao's death was too suspicious!
There were two people escorting Mr. Mo Fan back to Wulang Academy: one was the blind man Qin Ming, and the other was Ruan An, the master of Yuanwu Hall.
This matter was very important, but it had to be kept low-key, so Mr. Mo Fan left Luowu Ancient City in the dark of night.
The night is cold, the wind is clear, the moon is lonely, and I walk alone!
Ruan An sat on the roof of the carriage, drinking wine. He didn't want to go back. He had never forgotten Jian Chenqing. Decades later, when they met again, there was only the clash of swords, but no fine tea or wine. Ruan An felt a little regretful.
Blind Qin Ming was even more annoyed. It had been a difficult trip for him, and he hadn't had enough fun!
Qin Ming was genuinely interested in Shen Yichen and Yixuan's treasures. He came to Luowu Ancient City hoping to see them again, but actually, he wanted to steal them one more time.
How could the people from Miaokong Hall give up so easily? Besides, they couldn't leave empty-handed!
Inside the carriage, Mr. Mo Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Qin Ming, stop the car!"
Ruan An, who was drinking with his head tilted back, paused for a moment, then turned to look straight ahead. In the pavilion beside the ancient road stood a person, with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky.
Ruan An landed gracefully, his true energy surging around him, and he looked warily at the people in the pavilion.
"Ruan An, take him to Tianyi Pavilion and hand him over to the head steward of the academy to find out the cause of his death!"
Upon hearing this, Ruan An and Qin Ming were both startled and turned to look into the carriage.
With a slight movement of the curtain, Mr. Mo Fan, seated in a wheelchair, gracefully landed directly in front of the carriage.
"You all go first, but be quick. Don't make any mistakes along the way. Ruan An, you can die, but Qin Ming must bring him back to Tianyi Pavilion!"
Ruan An and Qin Ming were deeply shocked!
Ruan An slowly finished her practice, bowed slightly, and responded:
"As ordered!"
Ruan An finally understood why Mr. Mo Fan had brought Qin Ming along—not to protect him, but to help him escape.
Ruan An floated onto the roof of the carriage, Qin Ming drove, and the two headed west.
Throughout the entire process, the people in the ancient road pavilion did not react at all.
Only after the carriage disappeared into the darkness did Mr. Mo Fan secretly breathe a sigh of relief and turn to look at the old man in the pavilion.
"A cup of wine in the spring breeze of Luowu, a lamp lit for a hundred years in the night rain of Jianghu. Senior brother, how have you been?"
"You like to drink, huh? Is the wine good? Junior brother, hundreds of years have passed, have you ever tasted good wine again?"
The person in the pavilion slowly turned around, with a kind face, white eyebrows and black hair, and his hand habitually stroking his beard. It was none other than Shi Xihu, who had not appeared for a long time!
Shi Xi has also come to Luowu Ancient City. Since she has been waiting here in the dark of night, she has obviously been here for a long time and probably knows everything about what is happening in Luowu Ancient City!
Mr. Mo Fan quietly watched Shi Xihu, who had an otherworldly air and a smiling face. He had no expression and just stared blankly at her, seemingly lost in thought.
"Springtime is similar year after year, but people are different year after year. Junior brother, you've changed!"
Mr. Mo Fan paused for a moment, then let out a soft sigh:
"A pine tree may live a thousand years, but it will eventually decay; a night-blooming cereus may bloom for a moment, but it is glorious nonetheless. Senior brother, your charm remains undiminished!"
"Throughout history, many have been misled by empty fame. I would rather bear the burden of empty fame than betray my integrity. My appearance remains unchanged, and so does my heart!"
"How can a fleeting life know the affairs of the world? My heart only seeks clarity. Senior brother, all the past should be swept away by the wind and flow away with the water!"
The ancient road is quiet at night, and a gentle breeze begins to rise!
Behind Mr. Mo Fan and Shi Xi Hu, the wind rustled the trees, and true energy swirled, casting a faint glow!
"Floating clouds cannot obscure the sun, and fallen flowers await the return of spring? Junior brother, through hundreds of years, I only ask for a single tree in bloom, a fleeting moment of beauty, and my heart will be content!"
"Senior brother, fleeting beauty only brings more heartache, why do you do this?"
"The road ahead is long and arduous; how can Confucianism and Taoism be allowed to be tarnished?"
A sudden gust of wind arose, and figures moved!
In the darkness, Mr. Mo Fan and Shi Xihu made their moves at the same time. They seemed to be using the same techniques, and they were very familiar with each other.
"Junior brother, after hundreds of years, aren't you curious about where I went?"
"You're nothing but a stray dog. Even if you travel thousands of miles, you'll only end up eating human excrement and obeying your master's will. Senior brother, can you even see the chains that bind you?"
"And you, junior brother, do you really think that by staying away from the righteous and the evil, you can ensure the peace of the world? Do you really think that Wulang Academy will remain unmoved by the forces of good and evil? Do you really think that Wulang Academy is a pure land on earth?"
"We each have our own choices, senior brother, why trouble my mind and block my path?"
Mr. Mo Fan and Shi Xihu exchanged palms.
Shi Xihu pushed Mr. Mo Fan and his wheelchair backwards.
“The chosen one has entered the world. How can the various sects of the world hide away from the world? They should fight for a place in this chaotic world, instead of wandering between good and evil, seemingly protecting themselves but actually waiting to die. Junior brother, I need to go back to the Confucian Hero Pavilion and give me the things!”
"Alas, senior brother, you are foolish. It is not easy to survive in chaotic times, let alone compete for supremacy in the martial world."
"Whether to advance or retreat, to remain hidden or to fight, should be decided by the Pavilion Master; neither you nor I can make that decision on our own!"
"Boom!"
With a loud crash, Mr. Mo Fan's wheelchair collided with the ancient road pavilion.
In an instant, the pavilion was destroyed and dust rose everywhere.
Mr. Mo Fan coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward to the ground, scattering gravel and wood chips all around him.
Shi Xihu, still smiling, stroked her beard and quietly looked at Mr. Mo Fan.
"Hundreds of years have passed, yet Wulang Academy still cannot heal your leg injury. Who were those who chased you outside Yunquan Tomb back then?"
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Mr. Mo Fan pointed at Shi Xihu, his face filled with horror, and exclaimed:
"You, how do you know?"
"Hmph, haha, junior brother, the Eight Sects of Xuantian have been observing the martial world for a thousand years. Do you really think they have no ambition to dominate the world? Do you really think they are willing to guard the gate of the Netherworld for generations? The Xuantian Pavilion is gone, isn't it because the Eight Sects of Xuantian harbored ulterior motives?"
"This has nothing to do with you or me. I'm asking you, how did you know I was injured because of Yunquan Tomb?"
"The reason is simple. There are people from Yunquan Tomb House in Wulang Academy, right? You've been in Wulang Academy for hundreds of years, isn't it because you want to know the secrets guarded by Yunquan Tomb House? Do you really think I don't know anything?"
When we left the mountain gates, our master gave each of us a slip of paper, and I read them both!
"you you……"
Mr. Mo Fan was so angry that he vomited another mouthful of blood and lay on his back on the ground.
"Senior brother, do with me as you please!"