"Master!" Luo Jiujiang pointed his knife at the ground and stood up suddenly.
"What?" Luo Cang asked with a sharp look in his eyes, "Are you coming to teach me?"
Luo Jiujiang pursed his lips, his eyes trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word... It wasn't that Luo Cang's logic was too impeccable, but his master's eyes were filled with such intense pain that it was unbearable to look at.
"I once had a friend who thought the same way you do," Luo Cang said, emphasizing each word. "He said that life is priceless, and that as a husband, one should make a great contribution... but he died quietly."
"If life were truly priceless, why would there be so many thieving eyes lurking in the dark, eager to devour our flesh and blood? Even if I died right now, how many people do you think would sigh for my worthless existence? I'm afraid many would applaud."
"Jiujiang, you only feel its preciousness when you have never shed a human life on your hands. When you have shed more than a dozen lives and then look at these two words again, they will just seem like floating on paper, light and airy to the point of numbness."
"That's not the case." After a moment's silence, Luo Jiujiang's tone softened. He wasn't in high spirits, and his voice was a little deep, but he was as firm as a rock.
"Everyone in this world has preferences. Some people love sharp blades, believing them priceless and willing to sacrifice their lives for them. Some people are obsessed with beautiful women, believing their beauty is priceless and even living under flowers is a romantic act. I revere life, believing it is priceless. Even if I had killed 11 million evil-minded scum, I would still be happy to be their friend when I met the 10,001st one. I would applaud their graceful demeanor, be delighted by their breakthroughs, and even be delighted by their inventions... These are things that only living beings can achieve."
"Master," Luo Jiujiang insisted, "Life is priceless. The lives of those scum are worthless. Your life is so precious to me that nothing in the world can compare to it."
Luo Cang slowly closed his eyes, and after a long while he said, "What about your own life?"
"Just like Master's life, it is so precious that nothing in the world can compare to it." Luo Jiujiang said cleverly.
Luo Cang did not rebuke his cleverness. Instead, he supported his forehead and laughed softly: "I see. Life is priceless, your life is priceless, and my life is priceless too, so in the end I will exchange my life for yours. So this is what you think..."
His face was facing the air, his eyes slightly unfocused, as if the image of an old friend was right in front of him.
After a while, he came back to his senses from his mumbling and met Luo Jiujiang's eyes full of worry and concern.
"Master?"
"Good boy, don't worry about me. Master is fine, Master is about to break through." Luo Cang reached out and touched Luo Jiujiang's hair, his voice surprisingly tender. "Master is going to go into seclusion for a while, I'm afraid I can't take care of you for the time being. But a mere Seven Islands Competition, I don't think you are qualified to trouble me."
The first half of his words made people feel warm, but the second half returned to Luo Cang's usual arrogant attitude, and Luo Jiujiang couldn't help laughing.
Luo Cang pulled off a piece of jade pendant from his waist, pointed his finger to signal Luo Jiujiang to lower his head, and hung the jade around Luo Jiujiang's neck: "Wear it, don't take it off."
Seeing Luo Jiujiang nodded, Luo Cang said, "Okay, go find your friend. Don't come to me if you have nothing to do—I won't see you even if you come to me."
It was rare to hear Luo Cang speak so softly in such an impatient way in a year. Luo Jiujiang's inappropriate and evil taste surged up again, and he was eager to push his limits and provoke Luo Cang: "Master, if I make it into the top ten of the Seven Islands, will you give me a reward?"
After realizing that his disciple was being too arrogant, Luo Cang raised his eyebrows and in the blink of an eye, he burst out with familiar sarcasm: "How dare you brag about being in the top ten of the Seven Islands? If you can't get first place, you should hide your face and not let me down."
Seeing Luo Jiujiang wipe his nose in dissatisfaction, Luo Cang's lips curled slightly: "Although this competition is small, if you really win the championship, your master will find you a good sword."
Seeing Luo Jiujiang respond with a look of joy on his face, Luo Cang unconsciously let out a smile: "I can't take care of you during this retreat, so you should take care of that kid named Han beside you."
Watching Luo Jiujiang whistling away, Luo Cang's expression gradually became stunned.
If he were still alive, the two of them would travel together, accept a disciple along the way, and teach an apprentice together. Jiujiang would probably look like this.
Under the setting sun, Luo Cang's lips moved slightly, as if he was saying a name, but only the breeze saw it.
Luo Cang stretched out his hand and brushed it over his body, unlocking the last blockage of his sense of smell. He said slowly, "Your friend was here before and drew lots for you in the Seven Islands Competition."
"Oh, he must be getting impatient." Luo Jiujiang clenched his fists and clapped his hands. "Master, how many days have passed since I went in? How many times has Qianling come here?"
"Four days. Once."
"That's unlikely..." Luo Jiujiang rubbed his nose and glanced at Luo Cang quietly, "Master, Qianling is very sullen and has a good personality. Don't take the opportunity to bully him."
The situation was no longer the same as when the three of them first met. Luo Jiujiang and Luo Cang had developed a close relationship as master and disciple. Because of this, Luo Jiujiang dared to speak frankly about whatever was on his mind.
Luo Cang was practically pissed off by his disciple's words: "So sullen? That kid was arguing with him, and when he was trying to be nice with the last sentence, it was because he, Luo Jiujiang, hadn't seen it!" As for the three words "good personality," it was sheer nonsense. He was just an "angry kid," and it was a good thing he hadn't exploded yet. How could he be called on to have a personality?
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