"There is a sign, and there has been a bloody disaster recently." The blind-eyed Taoist priest was exploring the sign and answered truthfully.

Xing Zhen was not afraid of the so-called bloody disaster, and his mind was entirely on Dandelion. He blurted out and asked, "What's wrong with my brother Changran?"

The blind-eyed Taoist priest pointed to the city gate: "After entering, you only need to wait for three days to know."

After answering, the blind Taoist priest said, "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed", so he no longer said anything. No matter how Xing Zhen begs, even if he adds the reward to fifty dragon-word money, he can never let him speak.

Xing Zhen had no choice but to leave with his puppy in disappointment.

The blind-eyed Taoist priest also stood up and muttered in a voice that he could only hear: "It is the best way to calculate things, but it is the best way to attack the heart."

Then he threw the money he had just earned onto the table next to him that was superior. The crisp sound of jingling awakened the sleeping Taoist priest.

The blind-eyed Taoist priest put away the draft mat and walked towards the city gate. He turned his back to the rich Taoist priest and threw a sentence: "The money is yours. You should eat and drink, and squander it as much as you want."

Behind him, the Taoist who had just grown old, stood up tremblingly. A small Longyu money seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it was quite laborious to pick it up. After the Longyu money was held into the palm of his hand, there were shatters and foam falling between his fingers.

But Xing Zhen didn't ask if he couldn't ask, just as the blind Taoist priest said, he valued this friendship in the world. Even if there was a bloody disaster, this trip to Zhenxi County was imperative.

As for now, I should find a stall to have enough food and drink. I ordered two servings of scallion pancakes and two bowls of porridge. One person and one dog, and one half of the family.

Xing Zhen is seventeen years old this year, and can be considered an adult. The boy has grown up and has a slender figure. In addition, the black sword box on his back is covered with, you can tell at a glance that he is a person who travels around the world.

His appearance is still ordinary, and his originally cut face is a bit tough. However, after being dyed dark, all his temperament is covered up.

Xing Zhen glanced at many people looking at him. He didn't think he had any extraordinary things, so he was curious and looked around.

The moment I turned around, I was stunned by the scene in front of me. A woman in her twenties should be a fairy to be precise. Her youthful atmosphere was filled with her delicate facial features, and her delicate facial features were naturally invisible to find any flaws. Her delicate skin was shattered, white but not pale.

He was holding a snow-white elk beside him, and ordered two portions of scallion pancakes and two bowls of porridge. One person, one deer and one portion of each family. The white elk eats. It is comparable to some puppies. If the appetite is good enough, I guess even the bowl will be swallowed together.

The woman swallows in small mouths and chews slowly, her movements are elegant but not slow. When the cherry mouth blows the hot porridge, it spits out an orchid-like aroma to cover the aroma of the porridge.

Xing Zhen, who was shocked, couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The woman was shocked, and the latter raised his head and smiled slightly.

The beneficiary Xing Zhen responded with a silly smile, and some of the men around him wanted to swallow the dark young man alive and replace him with his position.

Xing Zhen felt countless angry eyes, and his spine was chilling. He turned around in disappointment, lowered his head and continued to eat and drink.

Suddenly, my shoulder sank, and someone slapped me. An inaudible voice came from my ear: "Did you like it? If you like it, I can introduce you to you. Her name is Lu Xiaoliang. She is a talented woman from Butian Pavilion, the first sect in Longqizhou. She has the greatest fortune in one state. She can pick up the treasures when she goes out casually, let alone her appearance, you have seen it too."

"This kind of beautiful and rich man can't find a lantern even if he plays a lantern. If you like it, you like it. There is nothing to be ashamed of. If you want me to introduce it, you can just say it."

Xing Zhen looked up and looked at him with a dry wrinkled old face. The person who spoke was the old scholar that Xing Zhen had just left Qingyang Town when he went to Beiliang.

At that time, with the help of the wine in the old scholar's vermilion wine gourd, Xing Zhen successfully broke through the two realms. This person and Xing Zhen not only had no grudges, but also had kindness.

The young man immediately stood up and fisted: "I have met my senior, but I haven't thanked you for your business that day, which is my regret."

The old scholar grabbed Xing Zhen and sat back on his original position, made a banish gesture and said angrily: "Don't show off, it's hard to deal with it when she heard it. When they exchanged steamed buns and wine, they all got what they got, but they didn't have any kindness or kindness. Say, I didn't like Lu Xiaoliang. With my old face, I can introduce you to you. Good friends of beautiful ladies and gentlemen, don't be embarrassed."

Xing was ashamed. Although the woman had good looks, temperament and speaking, she couldn't talk about whether she was optimistic about the first time she met. She didn't want to waste time on the affair of these children, so she immediately refused: "Thank you for your kindness, I've been grateful for it."

The old scholar nodded slightly: "Yeah, that's OK."

Xing Zhen asked back: "Senior has been traveling in the Dalu Dynasty in recent years? This time he also went to Zhenxi County?"

The old scholar waved his hands repeatedly and said, "How is that possible? This time I want to see the five peaks of the Sword Sect and find someone to explain the truth."

Xing Zhen asked in confusion: "Since that's the case, senior, your direction is wrong. The Sword Sect is in Beiliang, and it should be in the north."

The old scholar said in one sentence: "I came here for you on this trip."

The two of them did not mention Lu Xiaoliang's affairs, and they did not hide their words. If they were normal voices, they could hear each other clearly.

Seeing Xing Zhen confused, the old scholar said frankly: "I have been to Qingyang Town, and a woman in yellow asked me to pass on a message to you."

Xing Zhen became even more confused after hearing this. In the past, Sister Shen Xian just passed the message directly, but why did she have to convey it to others this time? However, Xing Zhen believed in Sister Shen Xian and did not want others to know about her existence, so she could definitely hide it from everyone.

Since the old scholar found out, it may be that it was really instructed by the fairy sister. He said, "Senior, please speak."

The old scholar took off the vermilion wine gourd, took a big mouthful of "ha" and said, "I'll ask you a question first, and then answered it truthfully, and conveyed the words to you."

"Comparing with the sacrifice of a person's life and the disappearance of millions of people, you will choose that kind."

Xing Zhen thought about it and said slowly: "The life of millions of people is life, and a person's life is also life. There is no distinction between them, and one cannot ignore the existence of a person because of the large number of millions. I don't want to choose this question for the senior."

The old scholar exclaimed: "Boy is good. But what if you have to make a choice? Should you sacrifice one person to protect tens of millions of people, or sacrifice tens of millions of people to survive one person?"

Xing Zhen insisted without false thoughts: "I have no right to make a choice about other people's lives. Everyone has the right to live. They also have the right to choose, rather than being dominated by others or being chosen by others."

The old scholar did not appreciate it this time, but cursed: "You are a ignorant head."

Then he asked: "If someone is you, you can choose this time, right?"

Xing Zhen nodded slowly: "It's true that you can choose by yourself."

When I lowered my head, I suddenly found that my scallion oil pancake and porridge disappeared. I turned to see the little puppy who had not said anything, biting a brand new scallion oil pancake. There were two large bowls in front of me, one was empty and the other was full of porridge.

Xing Zhen laughed and scolded: "You greedy dog."

Then he asked: "Senior, have you had breakfast? Do you want to order them together?"

The old scholar replied bluntly: "Yes!"

Xing Zhen has never been stingy for those who have been kind to him. The same cake and porridge were added with two eggs. He did not have the portion of the greedy little puppies, and he ignored the sad little eyes.

The old scholar took a sip of hot porridge and felt refreshed. He continued to ask: "Boy, have you not answered my question just now?"

After thinking for a moment, Xing Zhen stuttered: "I might choose to save the lives of millions of people, not for anything else, at least tens of millions of people have my relatives and friends and people I want to protect. I am willing to give everything for those I want to protect."

The old scholar gave a thumbs up: "Zhen Zhenzhen."

Then he said seriously: "What I am talking about is the facts, and it was the woman in yellow who asked me to ask you. Since you have made a choice, you must agree to the woman in yellow who sent me the message."

Xing Zhen said without changing his face: "Since I have decided, I will not regret it, senior, please say."

The old scholar patted the little gourd on Xing Zhen’s waist and asked, “Can you use it once in there?”

Xing Zhen was extremely shocked and even knew the tender buds inside. It seems that he had indeed seen the fairy sister, so he could believe this person's words.

"Indeed, please make clear to senior."

"It's not difficult. Before you reach the Demon Cave, no matter what difficulties you encounter, even if you face life and death, you cannot use the things in the gourd." After the old scholar finished speaking, he observed the real changes in the punishment.

The latter remained calm: "Do not break your promise when you say it."

"Okay, okay," the old scholar said three good things, and his mood improved as well. Then he remembered that there was still food waiting in front of him, and he greeted him: "I believe you will say do it, don't watch it stupidly, it will be cold if you don't eat it."

Since you make a choice, just insist on doing it. Who can tell what happens in the so-called life and death will happen in the future? Instead of thinking too much, it is better to have enough food now. After thinking it through, Xing Zhen is not polite and chop it up.

The two of them and one dog were eating it continuously, and the three guys ate the oil cakes and porridge that were eaten by the Manchu and Han banquet. After the wind swept over the clouds, there was no empty space left.

The old scholar wiped his mouth and took another sip of wine to calm his throat. Xing Zhen was completely speechless. This is the alcoholic. He drinks it in the early morning and there is no need to serve wine.

The old scholar did not look at Xing Zhen at all. He said: "It is not easy to meet once, let's talk about it. I traveled from Shushui Kingdom to Beiliang. Have you really read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles? Have you ever encountered something I can't understand? I have time now and can help you solve some of the doubts."

Xing Zhen said frankly: "The road has been gone thousands of miles, but I haven't read tens of thousands of volumes of books."

The old scholar laughed: "As expected, it's just a metaphor, don't be serious. Then, there's nothing I don't understand?"

Xing Zhen thought about it and told him about the matter at Ping'an Temple. This was also the question that the young man had always hidden in his heart. Why did he obviously help the villagers? In the end, the villagers misunderstood and were sued by them.

What should I do if I encounter such a thing in the future? Should I care about it or help? What if I still misunderstood by the villagers? Should I blame these villagers?

The old scholar solved Xing Zhen’s final question in one sentence: “Those who do not know are innocent are not guilty and have not caused a big mistake. Therefore, they should not blame the villagers, as they are also bewitched.”

As for whether to care whether to help in the future, the old scholar did not give the answer directly. Instead, he pointed to Xingzhen's chest and said, "You ask it."

Xing Zhen understands the meaning of the old scholar and asks himself for his own heart. No one must do things that help others and don’t pay for them. Instead, is there anyone who is willing to do it, that is, whether the original heart wants to do it or not.

After thinking for a long time, Zhen Zhen nodded slowly and said, "Maybe he will do it."

After the old scholar nodded in anticipation, he said: "Working some things does not mean you must be recognized by others or you need to be rewarded by others. But it is because of your original intention. If you do it or do it, your mood will suddenly become clear and clear. If you ignore it against your original intention, you may leave a knot forever in your mind."

"When your realm is low, it doesn't matter. But when your realm is high, this knot will infinitely amplify and even become a dead knot. It will not only block your cultivation, but also take your life."

Seeing Xing Zhen’s forehead sweating, the old scholar continued, “Don’t think about these things deliberately, just let it go. Everyone’s heart will be different with growth and experience. Since your heart has been formed, don’t change it deliberately.”

"The so-called abandonment halfway is like this, and if it is changed, it is abolished."
Chapter completed!