Chapter 670 Master's Master

Ah Huang stayed at the front door while Liu Sheng sat at the side door.

The mansion of the Qin Palace was guarded tightly by this person and demon. Not to mention humans, even flies could not fly in.

It was only after 11 o'clock that Ah Huang and Liu Sheng, under Xu Han's instructions, withdrew their vigilance and let everyone move freely, assuming that the banquet in the imperial palace had already come to an end.

Apart from Li Dingxian and his son, who had different standpoints from the others and were secretly glad about this, the rest of them were extremely confused and confused about this matter, but under Xu Han's intervention and Ning Zhumang's change of tongue, they had no reason to insist. It wasn't because Fang Ziyu had given up on him, but rather because they trusted Xu Han. They believed that Xu Han's character would not harm Fang Ziyu, so he had his reasons for doing so.

This kind of trust was something that had been nurtured with Xu Han for many years.

Of course, some people had such tacit understanding and trust with Xu Han, while others did not.

For example, Little Nineteen was currently walking in the backyard of the Qin Palace.

She furrowed her brows and said with a face full of indignation, "I didn't expect Uncle Xu to be such a greedy person!"

"Lord Manor Master is not that kind of person. He must have his reasons for doing so." Su Mu'an , who was walking beside Nineteen, explained.

"There's no reason why Auntie Ziyu should not be saved from death!" Nineteen stamped his feet and looked at Su Mu'an with dissatisfaction.

Su Mu'an was dumbfounded. He was indeed puzzled about this matter, so he naturally could not answer Nineteen's question.

Nineteen thought that Su Mu'an agreed with him and continued, "Besides, Uncle Xu once said that no one has the right to decide the lives of others. Now, isn't he the one who decides the lives of others?"

Saying this, the expression on Nineteen's face became even more indignant. It seemed that in her heart, Xu Han had already been classified as an unforgivable person.

However, Su Mu'an carefully corrected at that time, "But … it seems that it was Sister Ziyu's decision to marry Chen Xuanji."

This time, it was Nineteen's turn to be speechless.

However, Nineteen, who was choking, did not feel as if she was being slaughtered by Su Mu'an . At that time, she blushed and stamped her feet, shouting, "You guys don't have a good thing!!"

After saying that, Nineteen left in a rage.

Poor Little Muan was stunned on the spot. He really couldn't understand why Nineteen would be so angry when he said that he was seeking truth from facts. Su Mu'an, who did not understand what he had done wrong, was filled with doubt. He thought that Uncle Chu had always boasted that he understood his daughter's thoughts the best. Why not ask him?

With this thought in mind, Su Mu'an stepped onto the evil path of studying Chu Chouli.

…

On the other side, Little Nineteen kept muttering the cautionary phrase, "Men don't have any good things." He trotted all the way to a courtyard in the Qin Palace.

She probably realized that she wasn't familiar with the surroundings. Adding on the darkness of the sky, Nineteen's heart started to mutter. She looked behind her. Under the darkness of the night, her path had become dark and unclear. This made Nineteen's heart feel a little terrified. She secretly scolded, "Stinky Muan doesn't know to look for me!"

But after saying that, she still had to boldly search for a way back.

However, Munch had once been an overshadowed figure in the Chen Kingdom. Although his mansion was not comparable to Changle Palace, it was still one of the best deep-wall courtyards in Jinling City. Nineteen headless flies ran around the courtyard for a long time, but in the end, she had no choice but to admit that she was lost in a fact that she did not want to admit.

At this moment, it was not a big problem, but it was not a small one.

As long as she used all her strength, He shouted towards the sky. The people with extraordinary cultivations in this manor could probably rush over and take her out of this labyrinth-like manor. However, if that was the case, Lord Nineteen, who had sworn to become the number one in the world, had lost his way in the courtyard. It was truly embarrassing to hear that. Thinking about how these Little Nineteen were going to retreat and enter the valley.

However, she was only nine years old after all. Being alone in such a dark night was still too painful for Nineteen. She squatted down, not caring about the face of Number One Under Heaven, she wanted to shout for help in the direction of the courtyard.

"This dim sum doesn't even have any qualities. What kind of kung fu do you still have to learn?" But before she could shout, a deep voice suddenly came from behind her.

Nineteen was suddenly stunned. She blinked her eyes, and then, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly turned to look behind her.

There, a figure wrapped in a black robe had appeared behind him at some unknown time. At this moment, he was looking at her with a low gaze.

However, under such a serious gaze, Nineteen did not reveal the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he swept away the haze from before, stood up excitedly, and jumped up to the black-robed man, "Master, you're here!"

Evidently, compared to losing face in front of Su Mu'an and the others, Nineteen was more willing to be scolded by her master.

Seeing Nineteen's smiling expression, the stern expression on his face had melted a little. He sighed and said, "This situation can scare you. There will still be horrible things in the future. How are you going to deal with yourself then?"

Although the words of the black-robed man still had the smell of reprimand, they were much softer.

Nineteen's ability to see the wind and control the rudder was quite handy. She saw that her master did not intend to criticize her, so she licked her face and smiled, "Isn't Master here? Master is so powerful, who would dare to bully Nineteen!"

Hearing this, the black-robed man naturally glared at Nineteen fiercely. Then, he took off his hood and revealed a face that was no different from Zhou Yuan's.

"You've been traveling these past few days. I didn't urge you to practice. Do you have any hard work to cultivate yourself?" Black Robe asked.

"Naturally." Nineteen hurriedly nodded his head. Then, his gaze swept back and forth on the black robe suspiciously. He asked curiously, "Master is so strange. I ask Master every day what kind of master is pretending to be stupid. Every time I see her at night, she has to change into a black robe. Doesn't Master find it troublesome?"

The black-robed man glared at Nineteen and said, "I have my own plans. Come and practice!"

Nineteen stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to really talk back to the black robe. Under the gaze of the black robe, he began to display the techniques he had learned in the past few days.

However, Nineteen, who had always been extremely attentive to cultivation, seemed to be somewhat different today. After using an hour's worth of saber techniques under the guidance of the black robe, Nineteen suddenly stopped as if he was discouraged.

She threw down the saber in her hand and said somewhat frustratedly, "Master, I don't want to practice today."

The black-robed man seemed to have seen through Nineteen's thoughts. At that time, he said calmly, "The path of cultivation stresses perseverance. If you only rely on a whim, you will not be able to become a great artifact." As he spoke, Black Robe stood up and shook his head. "Since you are so impatient, then I can't teach you."

Seeing that her little thoughts were seen through by her master, Nineteen immediately panicked. She hurriedly grabbed the black robe that was about to leave and said with a wronged expression, "Master, Nineteen didn't say that he didn't want to learn it! It's just that … I just have some doubts and want Master to clear it up."

"Tell me what you want to say." Said the black-robed man.

"Hehe." Nineteen laughed dryly twice. She also felt that her little thoughts were too crude in front of her master. She no longer hid anything and simply said, "Master knows that Nineteen was just a little beggar at the border of Great Xia. It was Master who found Nineteen and said that she wanted to teach Nineteen Kung Fu."

"Nineteen is too hard to live, thinking that after learning kung fu, Master will no longer be able to live that kind of life, and will be able to do whatever he wants to do."

"But then, I met Uncle Xu and the others. Uncle Xu's master knew that there was nothing in this world that he couldn't do. But why was he still unhappy? He still had to do something that even I didn't think he should do?" Nineteen said with his head lowered, "But then, I met Uncle Xu and the others. Uncle Xu's master knew it. It's so powerful. It seems like there's nothing in this world that he can't do. Why is he still unhappy?"

"You mean Fang Ziyu's marriage?" The black-robed man glanced at Nineteen and his words pierced through the child's mind.

"En, Nineteen can't understand. Uncle Xu is already so powerful. Why can't he live happily? Since we are troubled in one way or another, then why should we work so hard to cultivate?" Nineteen asked in confusion. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly. Her aged appearance made people feel both funny and distressed.

The black robe stretched out its hand and touched Nineteen's head. At that time, Nineteen sat down beside him.

He raised his head to look at the night sky. Before Jinling was affected by the dissipation of the dragon qi, the starlight in the sky was dazzling, and the starlight poured down like flowing water.

The black-robed man murmured, "Actually, this is a very simple question."

"Just like when you were a beggar, you had to worry about your meals three times a day, as if nothing else was important."

"But what about now? You are no longer a beggar and don't have to worry about a meal. But you are also unhappy. Why? Because there are too many things you don't understand and too many things you can't do."

"A person's distress has nothing to do with status, status, or cultivation. Actually, all the distress added together is just a little…"

"I can't control my own destiny."

"This is the source of all the distress."

Nineteen was confused. She turned her head to look at the black robe and asked curiously, "Even someone as strong as Uncle Xu can't control her own destiny?"

"Not yet." The black-robed man shook his head.

"Not even Master?" Nineteen asked.

The black-robed man revealed a bitter smile, but he still shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Nineteen was a little discouraged. She said, "Since I can't get rid of such troubles, then what's the point of cultivating so hard?"

The black robe touched Nineteen's head and said, "Then you can't."

Nineteen was confused, "Is there a difference?"

"Of course." The black-robed man smiled and said, "It can't be that there is no hope, but it doesn't mean that we can't do it now, but it doesn't mean that we can't do it forever."

"Human beings are just trying to keep falling, climbing up, climbing up, and falling down. It's not a waste of their lives until they succeed or die."

"Of course, Nineteen is the same, because whether you work hard or not, you have to have some kind of trouble. Since that's the case, why not try to see if you can last until the day you hope to arrive?"

The black-robed man's tone was extremely gentle. Although Nineteen still couldn't fully understand what he meant, he somewhat understood it.

"Nineteen will do whatever Master says. Nineteen believes in Master." The little fellow flattered the black-robed man inappropriately.

"Smart bastard." Black-robed scolded.

"Hehe." Nineteen also laughed, but he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Master knows a lot. Is it because he has read a lot of books? Nineteen never liked to read, and he found it very boring."

"Master doesn't read either. It's just that after living for a long time, I've seen more of them. In addition to what Master's Master taught me, I know more about them."

"Master also has a master?"

"Of course."

"Then what's his name?"

"Your name is nineteen. Master is eighteen. Of course, Master's master is seventeen."

"What about Master's Master's Master?"

"Sixteen…"

"In that case, there are many masters. What about all the masters' masters? What's his name?"

The black-robed man trembled as if he had thought of something. He was stunned for a while before spitting out a word from his mouth.

"Yuan."

Liked it? Take a second to support Novels on Patreon!