People have been kneeling outside the Mu family compound for three days now. Everyone passing by can see that person—a martial arts prodigy from a martial arts school—who has come to the Mu family and specifically asked to follow this martial arts genius.
If no one knew that this person had fought and protected Daocheng Yiqing Maoju during the chaos of the Mu family, such a person would probably have been driven away by someone.
Because of this connection, he knelt for three days. No one dared to accept this person on behalf of that person, nor did anyone dare to drive away someone who claimed to respect that person at such a time.
Three days passed. The martial artist was physically strong but had not yet reached the level of a martial master. His need for food was considerable, and if he did not eat enough, his bodily functions would decline.
Even in witnessing his own decline, he knelt for three days, his eyes showing no hesitation or dullness, maintaining that fervent and sacred devotion as if facing a deity, kneeling there motionless and straight.
Therefore, many members of the Mu family admire him, considering him a remarkable person. Of course, some people dismiss him, believing it to be nothing more than the luck of an incompetent person.
Despite the opinions of others, this person remained steadfast. And on the fourth day, after the three days had ended, when Mu Hongdie announced that all members of the Mu family should gather, this person was still kneeling before those Mu family members whose blood ties were shallow and whose identities were unknown.
Some adults were curious and asked him what mistake he had made that made him kneel there as punishment, while some children wondered what game he was playing.
Some people explained that this person had come to follow Master Daocheng. Upon hearing this, many people suddenly realized that the young gentleman, the young general who rode out of the blood and fire and led the iron cavalry to save them, was indeed worthy of such treatment.
Perhaps out of a similar sense of luck, or simply out of gratitude for the kindness shown to them, some people knelt beside the person with their wives and children, kowtowing to express their gratitude for the salvation shown to them.
Will they see the One? They don't know, or perhaps they won't. So what's the point of this action? Maybe it's to show those above that we are grateful and understand the direction, so they'll give more consideration to those of us who are sensible?
Of course, it's also possible that, setting aside those purely quantitative expressions, it's a matter of gratitude, and more and more people are doing this, even some uninformed people participating in such rituals during clan conscription.
It was quite a grand event, but no one tried to stop it, since the event was worthwhile. It was during this time of great public acclaim that someone from a restaurant a little further away witnessed the scene of people kneeling in gratitude.
“The ignorant masses follow the crowd blindly, without understanding their meaning. They painstakingly embroider gold thread to fulfill the etiquette of others, yet they end up making clothes for others.”
A mature woman wearing a purple veil and a crimson palace dress put down her white jade porcelain cup and commented on the matter. In front of her, Shang Xiaoxin and Shang Xinci sat upright, dressed in white as always, carrying a zither on their backs, with their hands covered in silk gloves.
"When there are many sounds, they become chaotic and difficult to compose music. There is no way to govern the people without this. Why should Master be so angry at his lack of ambition?"
Upon hearing this, Shang Xinci's master from the Seven Laws Xuan Sect also smiled.
“Even Xinci started talking back to her master because of a man. She should forgive her master a little, after all, he only sent his disciple out to understand the trivial matters at home. But halfway through, he wrote a letter to a man asking his master to come out of the mountains to help him prove that his background was not problematic.”
"My master has nurtured a fine zither for many years, and suddenly there's an extra discordant sound. How can he not be annoyed?"
There's nothing wrong with being a genius, but when someone who was once an unknown and impoverished person becomes a genius, especially in a place like Qingmang City where there are opportunities, it's natural that they will easily attract the attention of other powerful people.
In other words, the Mu family this kid is from Huai'an, Chuzhou, and he has the guarantee of the Caifeng Tower. In addition, she has also checked him and found that he has pure talent without any other additions. The reason why it was not obvious before was simply bad luck.
He wanted to take her as a disciple, but unfortunately, she used a forbidden technique halfway through the journey and was crippled. All her meridians were destroyed, and because of the reverse flow of earth energy, it would be difficult to rebuild her body.
"Now that you're crippled, the guys in the sect have lost interest. You ruined the song, and I, your master, have also been criticized. Can't I even express my emotions?"
The woman in palace attire leaned forward and tapped her disciple's forehead. This time, her disciple was determined to show her, his master, what kind of demeanor a cripple could possibly have.
“He is very special, Master. You only need to look at him to know that he is the kind of person who, stripped of all his blemishes, can move thirteen provinces with just a single harmonious melody.”
At first glance, it's like a cacophony of noise; upon second glance, it's a magnificent and serene melody that soars to the heavens. His voice is filled with confidence, a confidence that transcends the vastness of the world.
Shang Xinci had seen many geniuses, but even the most outstanding geniuses would have a trace of hesitation and stagnation in their hearts. But Dao Chengyi was not like that. It was as if he had given up everything about himself, without any regrets, and only thought about how to make himself clear and flowing.
Such a person would never be content with a single failure, nor would he stop because of one, especially since he is exceptionally talented.
"Then I'll see how that guy fares."
If her disciple is so confident, what can her master do? The woman in palace attire looked at the dispersing crowd and noticed a burly man.
"What a guardian deity! A fierce-looking Vajra with the character 'corpse' in his name. If the people of the Taoist, Buddhist, and Corpse sects were to see this, they would probably fight over it."
Shang Xinci looked over and saw that the person his master was describing was Dao Chengyi's follower, who was also the brother he had always claimed to be, Gou'er, Dao Hou.
He lifted the kneeling man up by one hand, and together with the eighteen warriors who had followed Dao Chengyi, they entered the clan's territory.
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