"I brought her here so she could enjoy the peace and tranquility here, but I'm not satisfied with just that. When I finally learn how to study and come down the mountain, I might want to clean up the mess before me..."
"But the world is so vast, how can you possibly clean it all up? And who cares about what you do? No one cares."
Sun Jian's eyes were firm and he slowly shook his head.
"Elder, you can't look at it that way."
“Many of the great figures in the clouds may not care, and those who live in that palace that never falls may not care either.”
"They are just a bunch of people wallowing in the mud. What they care about is the rise and fall of the empire, and the succession of the empire.
"What they care about is the promotion and application of their lifelong ideals, and the battle reports from the northern border. As for a group of people struggling to survive in the mud, they don't care."
"But I care!"
Sun Jian looked directly at the elder who was standing in the clouds and looked like he was about to fly away like an immortal at any moment, and spoke word by word.
"My mother cares about it, and my uncle who died in the Wuyi Mountains cares about it."
"Although I live in a fairyland on earth, I never forget that I am also a person struggling to survive in the dawn. I have never been an immortal who looks down on the world from a high place."
The elder said nothing, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he was listening, yet not listening.
Sun Jian thought his answer didn't satisfy the elder, so he said apologetically, "Elder, my heart isn't pure enough. I've never been able to sever my ties to the mundane world, so I can't cultivate the Flying Immortal Sword. My aptitude is too poor."
"If that doesn't work, go find that Taoist who has mastered the Three Lives of the Supreme Being. Perhaps he is the most suitable person to inherit the Xuankong Mountain Taoist tradition."
The elder shook his head, finally retracting his gaze from the horizon. He looked at the disciple, who appeared slightly uneasy but at the same time sincere, and said with a smile, "Do you think you're wrong?"
"Am I right? The Feixian Sword Technique itself is about detaching from the mundane world, leaving the body free from any trace of worldly aura. That's why all the disciples of Xuankong Mountain practice on Xuankong Mountain, using this environment to promote their mastery of the Feixian Sword Technique."
"My Feixian Sword Technique has never progressed as expected, and it has completely ruined my swordsmanship. Perhaps I am not suited to this sword technique."
The elder, dressed in a Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind and with white hair and beard that made him look more like an immortal, laughed heartily without any image.
"Is the Feixian Sword Technique such an inconvenient thing?"
"If you say that Hanging Mountain is untainted by the world and dust, it is not at all true; it is just a facade.
"So many disciples, their daily food, clothing, shelter and transportation, which one of them is not taken from the mundane world, from the human world?
"How can there be so much distance and separation between immortals and mortals? If they have never been deeply immersed in the mundane world, how can they escape it and transcend the mundane world?"
Sun Jianzhen tried to calm down a bit, but his expression soon turned bitter again.
"Master, stop comforting me, why don't you go find that Taoist?
"I've heard my senior brothers and others discuss that the Taoist who was able to practice the Supreme Three Lives Method must have comprehended the future and present life, and solved the mystery of the womb. His practice must have made rapid progress.
"He is much better than someone like me who started practicing as an adult and spent several years to reach the True Essence Realm. He is absolutely suitable to be a Daoist disciple and inherit the Dao lineage."
The contemporary elder of Xuankong Mountain smiled but said nothing.
"You've already said that the senior solved the mystery of the womb and understood past and present lives. If he wants to come back, he will come back naturally. Why do we need to look for him? If he doesn't want to come back, we can spend a lot of time and energy looking for him, but we won't find him."
Sun Jian felt that there was some truth to it, but looking at the lazy smile on his master's face, and the book of supernatural stories that he had been holding in his hand from the beginning of their conversation until now, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Master, you are simply lazy, so you don't want to do this."
"Nonsense! How can this be called laziness? This is called following the natural way. Everything should be done according to one's heart without going beyond the rules. You haven't practiced the Tao yet, so you don't understand. Just keep practicing your sword!"
"What about my mother's side?"
"There is a Taoist priest who specializes in cooking food to take care of this matter. You don't need to worry about it. It's just adding a pair of chopsticks. Go ahead and don't disturb my practice."
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Jiangnan West Road, Jiujiang County.
At a dock under the jurisdiction of the Green Gang, Yang You, who is thin but still has a strong skeleton, is working hard to carry a heavy bag on the dock.
As a disciple of the Qing Gang, he was not like the ones in later novels and movies, who tattooed their skin, fought with others every day, and drank and gambled in their spare time.
On the contrary, most of the Qing Gang disciples have legitimate jobs. Only when their jobs are threatened will the male leaders or incense masters of each branch gather people and make a clamor together to take back their jobs that are about to be lost and occupy their territory.
Such times were rare. Most of the time, I would carry large bags at the dock every day and receive corresponding wages from the relevant foreman.
Gang members in the eyes of others: fighting and killing every day, uneducated and unskillful.
Real gang members: carrying heavy bags at the dock every day, and lying dead at home in their spare time.
Those who can walk cats and fight dogs, drink, gamble, and fight with others every day are mostly rich kids in the city and gang members from poor families. They don't have the time and energy to fight and kill, and they don't even have enough money to pay for medical expenses.
And fighting can really kill people. They get injured and sick, but there is no good medical care.
I just rely on my body to bear it and I don’t even want to buy medicine.
The reason for fighting is often that they are forced to do so. People from other gangs come and take away their original business and occupy their territory.
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