Ninety years ago, the first day I joined the Xiaoyao Sect.
"Mo'er, I know you want revenge, but I don't want to hide it from you, Master."
"You begged outside the mountain gate all day."
"The reason why no one cares about you is because of your talent."
The old master stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the child in front of him, his eyes full of pity and helplessness: "Your roots are extremely poor, it can be said that you have no talent for martial arts at all."
"Even if you practice the fastest martial arts, you will not achieve anything in thirty years. Unless you have an epiphany, you will be mediocre for the rest of your life."
"Do you understand?"
"... ..Master, I understand."
"No, you don't understand."
The old master shook his head and said, "Your talent means that you will not only have to practice hard every day without rest, but you will also not achieve much. Even if you work a hundred times harder than others, the internal strength you finally cultivate may not be as good as the results of two or three years of cultivation for others."
"Master, no need to say more."
Xiao Rumo, who was only ten years old, was neither discouraged nor disappointed. He just widened his lively eyes, as if he wanted to express his thoughts with this action.
"I understand."
“… … ..”
This time it was the master's turn to be silent.
After a while, the old master shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I understand. Then Mo'er, since you have become my disciple, you must remember my teachings."
Xiao Rumo immediately knelt on his knees and kowtowed heavily.
"Master, you can say whatever you want."
"I will never forget this for the rest of my life."
"Hahaha."
"Well, listen carefully then."
The old master laughed loudly, then suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and thrust it into the ground. The sword energy overflowed, leaving a big "righteousness" character on the ground.
"My sect is a branch of the Xiaoyao Sect. It is not one of the Thirteen True Teachings and only has one sword technique."
"The sword technique is named righteousness."
"If you want to learn my sword technique, you must know that there are three kinds of righteousness in the world. Mo'er, do you know what they are?"
The master's question confused the young Xiao Rumo. He had never been to school, and after thinking hard for a long time, he could only hang his head and said pitifully: "Master... I don't know... I'm sorry..."
"have no idea?"
"It's okay, it's okay! Hahaha, it's better not to know."
"Since you don't know, then Mo'er, today the master will tell you."
“There are three kinds of righteousness in the world.”
"The first is benevolence and righteousness. To put it simply, benevolence and righteousness means not doing bad things. Mo'er, you don't have to understand it too complicatedly."
"The second is chivalry. Chivalry can be big or small. It can be for the country or the people, or for friends or neighbors. It all depends on you."
"The third is a favor. You must keep this in mind, Mo'er."
"... .Encouragement?"
"good."
The old master touched Xiao Rumo's head and said with a smile: "As the elder of Xiaoyao Sect, I am teaching you martial arts today. This is a favor. You must not forget this favor. If you meet someone who helps you in the future, you must not forget their kindness. If a person cannot even remember a favor, then he is an evil person."
"It's a good thing that you want revenge, but don't let hatred get to your head."
“Remember these three great virtues. When you feel lost one day, ask yourself, which of these three great virtues have you achieved? Which one have you not achieved?”
"If you want to reach the pinnacle of our swordsmanship, these three virtues are the foundation."
“I remember.”
"You will achieve something in the future."
At that time, little Rumo didn't understand such profound things, but he still nodded obediently.
"I understand, Master."
"Benevolence, chivalry, and gratitude, I will definitely keep them in mind!"
... ... ... ... ... ... .
"When I was ten years old, I entered the Xiaoyao Sect to practice, and I learned swordsmanship for thirty years. When I was forty, my master passed away. I went out to seek revenge, but I found that the former bandits had been wiped out by the imperial court in the past thirty years."
"So I transferred this hatred to other bandits in the world. For this reason, I traveled in the martial arts world. This journey lasted for thirty years. During these thirty years, I practiced swordsmanship as a bandit. I also had fun taking revenge and going astray. Because I was old, I was always alone."
"Thirty years later, when I was seventy, I finally woke up."
"I remembered my master's teachings."
"Looking back on the past, I have been benevolent and chivalrous, but I have forgotten gratitude. So I put away my sword and returned to Xiaoyao Sect, where I have been cultivating the sword for thirty years."
"After that, he came out of seclusion at the age of one hundred, and for more than ten years, he did his best to protect Xiaoyao Sect to repay the kindness of the past."
When Xiao Rumo said this, his voice paused slightly.
Then he looked at Chen Changzhuan, whose lips were tightly closed and whose face was pale, and sighed:
"Compared to the real geniuses."
"I am undoubtedly a fool."
"The reason I've come this far is simply because I've lived longer and practiced longer."
"And you, Chen Changzhuan, are one of the Thirteen True Disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect. Although you are not outstanding among your peers, you can still be considered a leader among men. Compared with me, your talent is undoubtedly better."
“But you gave up on yourself.”
"Who says you can't reach the top? Who says you can't be like me?"
"I can do anything."
"Why can't you?"
Chen Changzhuan: "... No, that's not right! You are lying to me! Xiao Rumo! Do you think you can stop me like this? I am doing this for justice! For the stability of the world! Only by eradicating martial arts can the world return to stability! What I do is just! It's not for any selfish reasons..."
"Benevolence, chivalry, gratitude, how many of these have you achieved?"
Xiao Rumo ignored Chen Changzhuan's hysterical roar and said to himself, "Speaking of benevolence and righteousness, the bloodshed you committed in West Qinling is far from worthy of these two words. Speaking of chivalry, since you debuted and cultivated martial arts, have you ever done even one chivalrous deed?"
"Not to mention the gratitude, you attacked your fellow disciples and totally disregarded the kindness of Xiaoyao Sect in accepting you as a disciple."
"Shut up! Xiao Rumo! Shut up!"
"No benevolence, no chivalry, no gratitude..."
"... The so-called "there is no martial arts in the world" is nothing more than a means of deceiving oneself and others by using tiger skin as a banner."
"What kind of righteousness can you talk about?"
"Xiao Rumo!!!"
Every comment from Xiao Rumo was like the sharpest knife, scraping at Chen Changzhuan's body, causing him to roar miserably.
And in the end.
"... Enough! Xiao Rumo! Go to hell!"
Chen Changzhuan finally tore off all his disguises, revealing his true self, a hideous and distorted face, his eyes filled with confusion and murderous intent.
However, looking at Chen Changzhuan like this, Xiao Rumo sighed again.
"Kill me?"
"But are you still yourself?"
"evil ways."
It was clearly an illusory space, but when Xiao Rumo put his fingers together and drew a line, a sky full of sword lights came out, separating himself from the illusion.
The illusion itself has not been broken. In fact, unless the Blood Demon Pill in the body is taken out, the illusion will continue endlessly.
But with Xiao Rumo's ability, he managed to temporarily break free from the illusion with his powerful sword intent.
... ... ... ... ... ...
In reality, the Tomb of the First Emperor.
The battle between Wang Zhixin and the three great masters, the Imperial City Division and the four major sects, has now entered a white-hot stage.
The one that had an overwhelming advantage was the Imperial City Division.
Among the three great masters, the Shanhai Boxing King had been beheaded by Wang Zhixin with a single blow, and the remaining White Lotus Saint and Shemu Susong were barely holding on by relying on their secret techniques.
I think in a moment, the four major sects will be wiped out.
... ..but.
"Let this battle end here."
"!!!"
Xiao Rumo's real body, who had been meditating with his eyes closed and not asking about the battle situation, finally opened his eyes.