Chapter 331 Heart Fire
"The Fire within the Fire supports the fortune of the dynasty and has continued the Fang family dynasty for thousands of years. Now the Crescent Moon Sect wants to use the Fire within the Fire to support the fortune of the Crescent Moon Sect..."
"Someone is coming." Chang said very perceptively, "I'll take you out."
When Ning Mingmei left Black Mountain, the corner of the green clothes almost brushed past him. He often returns to his place and acts as if nothing has happened.
"Bixiao?" He pretended to be nonchalant, "I rarely see you come at this time."
"The Saint has been vomiting all night, I'll find some white wheels for her." Bixiao said.
Chang Feichang had just ordered his disciples to fetch the white wheel when he heard Bixiao say, "Besides, our distinguished guest came to the capital yesterday. Of course I have to come to Black Mountain to take a look."
"Are you talking about Ning Mingmei?" Chang said calmly.
"Well. I can't understand why Sect Leader Yunyan is so polite to him. She told us not to act rashly against Ning Mingmei, but I always feel that Ning Mingmei will get into trouble sooner or later. Wasn't the move I wanted to make in the Lian family easily eliminated by him?" Bixiao sat down on the mahogany table without any hesitation, "But you, Chang is very..."
She lowered her head to look at Chang Feichang, her long black hair falling from her cheeks, and her upturned eyes were filled with interest: "What I also can't understand is why you left Wuhezhong for hundreds of years and came back."
Chang was very silent. He just acted normal and sorted out the things in his hands: "I don't need your understanding."
Bixiao laughed so hard that he fell backwards and laughed, "Has Ning Mingmei been to Black Mountain?"
"He has endless ways of doing things. If he really wants to come, I can't stop him." Chang Feichang said.
"You know what? You have a habit of looking up when you lie."
Chang looked at Bixiao with a very expressionless face. After a moment, Bi Xiao shrugged and said, "I tricked you. It seems that you are still a good teammate of ours."
After she finished speaking, she jumped down from the table and said, "In a few days, Yunyan will go to get the Fire in the Fire. When the time comes, she will need you and me to be her guardians. You should get ready."
"Um."
Very always calm. It was not until Bixiao left that he frowned and felt the cold sweat on his back.
…
Ning Mingmei sat in Thirteen's carriage and returned to the hustle and bustle of the capital. On the way, Thirteen looked at Ning Mingmei's profile and said hesitantly: "Master, I'm thinking..."
"I won't hinder you, and I have no interest in interfering with the destiny of the human world." Ning Mingmei said, "I am here only to pay my respects, and I will leave after I'm done."
Thirteen, no words. He looked out the window for a long time, and said as if to convince himself: "I know. Master, you have never been keen on power. In this case, the capital... let it take its course."
Power, power again. Ning Mingmei suddenly thought of Shi Zeqian, the disciple who turned to Dongtian Fudi in order to gain more power. Ning Mingmei did not keep his number, and later the position of Old Forty at Piaomiao Peak was replaced by someone else. He almost thought he had forgotten this person, but at this moment, facing Old Thirteen, he remembered him again.
What's wrong with Thirteen? When he was at Piaomiao Peak, he seemed to have always been a very good disciple. He is hard-working and diligent, and he never has any of Shi Zeqian's little thoughts or tricks. But at that moment, Ning Mingmei was furious.
He supported his cheek with one hand, leaned against the carriage and looked at Thirteen: "Thirteen, I see you and many others wish I were more enthusiastic about power."
"Master, I don't..." Thirteen was caught off guard.
"How much more do you want me to be obsessed with power? Not only be a capitalist in the world of immortal cultivation, but also be the emperor who has the final say in the world of immortal cultivation? Let each of you be in a high position, not because of your talent or labor, but because of your relationship?" Ning Mingmei spat out venom, "Is it only in this way that I can be your good master? Is it only in this way that I can meet the expectations of all of you?"
“Master…”
That's enough. Ning Mingmei thought to himself, that’s enough. It is not enough for him to be a capitalist. Those people also want him to be an emperor, a god, and a belief. Otherwise, he has not been able to arrange his believers well, or he is not strong enough to satisfy the world's growing greed for him.
He has done enough dirty things...
Many faces flashed through Ning Mingmei's mind. But this time, he thought not of the kind-hearted Bai Ruoru or Xiang Wuxing, but of two faces, one was Shi Zeqian and the other was the vague Weng Xingyun.
Just like the current Weng Xingyun who is like a god and a devil, Ning Mingmei knows clearly that she is not the "evil" as concluded, but is she as noble as Yunyan and others say? It's nothing more than something a person does that meets certain standards for dissemination, so he is deified. Ning Mingmei had clearly never done anything good, but he kept thinking of Weng Xingyun.
"Will I become Weng Xingyun?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Ning Mingmei came back to his senses and found Gui Ruoxue looking at him with a frown. It turned out that he had returned to the palace where he was resting. The others were watching him from a distance. Only Gui Ruoxue and Bai Mian were by his side, waiting for him to tell them about their discovery last night.
"Weng Xingyun? What are you thinking about? Why did you suddenly mention that name?" Gui Ruoxue said, "You think too much, Ning Mingmei. You are different from her."
"What's the difference?"
Ning Mingmei suddenly asked such a spiritual question, which made Gui Ruoxue at a loss as to what to do. He thought for a moment and said, "She is a dreamer, and you are more greedy... Let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about the plan."
Baimian coughed and looked at Gui Ruoxue disapprovingly: "Mingmei is not blinded by greed, he is a truly noble man of action..."
Ning Mingmei frowned, and finally, he said: "Don't follow me, I have something to do."
After saying that, he got up and left.
"Hello!"
"I told you not to follow me!"
Ning Mingmei gave a rare answer that sounded a little irritable, which made both of them stop hesitantly. On the other side, Huang Zhutao also whispered, "I've never seen Immortal Ning act like this before..."
I am not Ning Xianzun. Ning Xianzun is another person. He is Jiang Ming and I am Jiang Mei. I am Professor Ning, Doctor Ning, not Immortal Ning.
Ning Mingmei wanted to say this, but in the end he didn't say it, and instead he walked hurriedly.
He heard his disciples practicing sword in the backyard. He must practice diligently even when on a business trip. This is the scroll he brought to Qingji Sect. Lian Chengyue, the leader, put away his sword when he saw him coming and called out respectfully, "Master."
"Come here." Ning Mingmei said.
Someone hesitantly grabbed the corner of Lian Chengyue's clothes. Obviously, they all saw that Ning Mingmei looked worried at the moment. But Lian Chengyue still followed obediently.
Ning Mingmei took him to a lotus pond. He sat down on a rock, wiped his glasses vigorously with the corner of his clothes, and tried to keep calm.
During the time when he looked angry, Lian Chengyue stood beside him and watched him quietly.
Finally, Ning Mingmei pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. He squinted at Lian Chengyue and said, "Stretch out your hand."
Lian Chengyue stretched out his hand. Then a handful of large, colorful lotus lanterns from Northeast China were placed in his palm.
"Master, what does this mean?" Lian Chengyue looked at him and said calmly.
Ning Mingmei held his hand with his backhand and asked him to hold the lotus lantern: "Try and see if you can use this lotus lantern now."
Lian Chengyue once said that he couldn't use the lotus lantern. But this time he didn't refute anything and just watched Ning Mingmei demonstrate to him quietly. Ning Mingmei said: "You said that your heart is empty."
Lian Chengyue nodded. Ning Mingmei thought for a moment and said, "When you use the lotus lantern, think about your happiest memories in this life."
"Is there a goal you want to pursue? Is there something you want to protect? Yes..."
The lotus lantern finally lit up with a faint light. Ning Mingmei's unhappy expression seemed to be illuminated at that moment. His lips moved for a moment, as if he was talking to himself. Finally, he said, "Then there is no problem. Lian Chengyue, you can use the lotus lantern."
"Yes, Master, I can use the Lotus Lantern. And then."
"When Huo Zhonghuo gets it, I will give you the complete lotus lantern. You have a lot of cards hidden, right? By that time, you will expose the Crescent Moon Sect, you will expose the Fang Dynasty, you will clean up the Spark Island, you will restore the Divine Sword, you will open the Heavenly Gate, and use the spiritual energy osmotic pressure at the moment when the Heavenly Gate is broken to drive the lotus lantern and destroy the Hunlun monster. I have done research on Spark Island for decades, and I can already calculate the core point of the Hunlun monster through the concentration of black fog. That is its life gate. I will give you the algorithm before the decisive battle. You can do all of this. By that time, you and Qi Miancheng will be heroes of this world. This is what you want, right?"
Ning Mingmei spoke very quickly and without hesitation, explaining everything clearly. Obviously, Ning Mingmei had been thinking about using the pressure difference of spiritual energy to drive the lotus lantern for a long time, and now he was just explaining the matter thoroughly.
Lian Chengyue looked down at the lotus lantern in his hand. A slight glow illuminated his face. He said at that moment: "Okay, this is how things work, what about you, Master?"
"Don't worry about where I go." Ning Mingmei said coldly.
"You want to go back to your world. That's what you want, right?"
Ning Mingmei paused.
"So what?" Ning Mingmei said coldly, "I have always been Professor Ning, not the Immortal Ning. When I was on Spark Island, I wanted to go back, but I didn't get enough money at the time, and I still owed graduation certificates to several disciples."
“…”
Lian Chengyue lowered his head and said nothing. At this moment he didn't love, nor did he say "haha", nor did he pretend to be pitiful and say anything to try to keep her, or try to be clever or become a yandere. But his attitude suddenly made Ning Mingmei angry.
He seemed to always be very angry since he came to the capital.
"Sometimes I feel that you are too greedy here and you ask too much of me. You want a new order and new goals. Everyone has their own weaknesses and greed. Everyone has their own demands. When one is not finished, there is a second one, and you express disappointment at every turn... Are you listening to me?" Ning Mingmei said.
Lian Chengyue still held the lotus lantern. But he said softly: "Master, it's not that this world is too greedy for you. It's..."
"You are too angry at the world."
“…”
At that moment, Ning Mingmei heard the sound of wind blowing through the garden.
"Master, you have had many things you wanted to pursue. You wanted to be the best scholar, you wanted to have the freedom of research and the lofty status that you wanted but could not have when you were fourteen, you wanted to be a scholar who could not be stopped by the theories of your predecessors, not worry about your livelihood, be the best person, be a life executor with the highest scores, an outstanding graduate, execute the best plan, climb up delicately, be someone that you admired when you were sixteen, and build your own tower. Moreover, you dare not admit that you still have a hope - you want Professor Yao not to be disappointed. But you think that if you don't disappoint him, you can't become the kind of person you want to be. The kind of morally noble successful scholar he talked about is just a hollow monument that lags behind the times."
"——Noble and successful are antonyms."
"...Are you teaching me how to do things?" Ning Mingmei finally said.
"No, Master." Lian Chengyue shook his head. "No one has the right to ask you to achieve great achievements, no one has the right to ask you to establish a certain order, and you don't have to build such a lofty goal. We are not lofty, nor are we noble."
"But you are angry, Master. You are very, very angry. You are angry at the oppression of this world, angry that you can only use such means to achieve such a goal. You are angry that everyone takes it for granted. You are even more angry that the Crescent Moon Cult, under the name of Spark Island, has become like this in the end."
——Just like you once felt the anger burning into your bones because of that “bang” in the library.
You were twenty years old that year. You stand across from a long table of company representatives, you stand up and raise your arms. You question them, straighten your chest, and want to face the storm, even if they shoot you in the chest - then you can let the whole world see that your heart is beating.
You were twenty-two years old that year. You are standing in the laboratory that everyone is flocking to. You question your boss, ask him why the temple of science has become a tool for profit, and ask him why he still cooperates with those who know that they are committing academic misconduct.
You were twenty-five years old that year. You came back from the farewell banquet for your schoolmate. After singing "Farewell", you sang "Night Escape". Finally, you looked at the dark night in a foreign country and suddenly remembered the question you asked when you were twenty-two years old.
In fact, you have already realized - and everyone in this world has already realized - how naive and ridiculous such inquiries are.
You will continue to climb. You will suppress your anger and climb up, working your way up in their favor. But as you crawl, you still don't have enough strength. Imitating others' ways is the best pain reliever. And you are afraid that the year you climbed up, you have forgotten the anger.
That year you collapsed on the college lawn and your heart stopped beating. At that moment, you suddenly realize that your heart no longer hurts.
And you seem to have forgotten what anger is a long time ago.
You forgot. Whether it was the cold wind blowing through the "congratulations" that year, or the cuts on my fingers when I cut open the recommendation letters with a knife.
And you suddenly remembered.
When you were nineteen, you were standing outside the cordon. You didn't see the body and didn't immediately find anyone to question. You suppressed your anger at that time.
When you were twenty-two, the company representative didn't shoot you because he knew you were incompetent. You were unable to raise your fist at him, and you stood in the corridor with your head down, suppressing your anger.
At the age of twenty-four, you returned to your position after everyone left, suppressed your anger, worked late into the night, and wanted to achieve greater success through hard work. But you forgot that you are in his laboratory, and all your achievements will eventually belong to him according to the existing order and logic.
so--
You have never succeeded in getting angry.
You haven't once.
"Are you going to return to that world with this kind of anger? After that, you will forget the anger at this moment, just like you forgot the anger in the past. Maybe you haven't forgotten that moment, but you have forgotten its pain, the pain of being burned by fire."
At that moment, Ning Mingmei was looking at Lian Chengyue, and he was also looking at himself. He pretended to speak what was in his heart through Lian Chengyue's mouth.
You can't go back to the dusty corridors, the long table in front of the company representatives, the busy laboratories, and the dining tables belonging to the graduates. Even if you go back to that place and vent your anger on those people ten or twenty years later, they will only remember what happened ten or twenty years ago after being reminded many times.
Then they said, “Eh——”
Why are you still angry?
But now, you have a chance. You have a chance to let these, those fucked up people here, be burned hard by your fire once...
Right at this moment they are doing these stupid things!
And you have been preparing for three hundred years!
Even if anger only leads to failure. You still won't be the final winner, the noble winner that the old professor talked about.
A noble loser?
"...I have never built a tower."
Beside the lotus pond, Ning Mingmei said softly.
Lian Chengyue squatted down. He grabbed Ning Mingmei's hand seriously, and this time he didn't say anything: "No, you do."
Are you talking about the golden tower that was built by the disciples of Piaomiao Peak to curry favor with others in order to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the establishment of Piaomiao Peak?
"That's not a high tower, it's a broad road, a shortcut to the south." Ning Mingmei said, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "What kind of person would do something impulsive when they are sure to win?"
Lian Chengyue held his hand and said, "Master, I know everything. I am angry too."
After a moment, Ning Mingmei said, "You are right."
"It's time to vent your anger."
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