Wang Mo was also waiting in the town at this time to see the excitement, and by the way, he observed. Seeing that people kept coming out of the house, and someone following from the outside, he thought that the security team was going to move today.

However, seeing that there were two people rushing out at the end, there was no one from the security team to follow, and he immediately prepared to chase after him, and the last two must be the leaders, and they must know what the black-robed man with them was going to do when they came to Linghu Town.

But at this time, a figure suddenly appeared behind Wang Mo, Wang Mo looked back and saw the comer, and asked puzzledly, "Why did you kid come over?"

The person who came was Chang Lingyi, Chang Lingyi said, "Uncle Wang Mo, I have been following the guy who caused trouble in the town for a while, that guy is indeed from the Chang family, and he is an orphan who survived on the battlefield that year." ”

"Oh?

"Yes, I followed her and found that she went to the island in the middle of the lake of the Spirit Sword Immortal's predecessor at this time, I don't know what the plan is!" Chang Lingyi said a little anxiously.

"Island in the middle of the lake?"

Hidden among the reeds is an island in the middle of the lake, and there is a small lake in the center of the island. At this time, in the pavilion by the small lake, an old man with white hair and a leaning body sat cross-legged, and there was a charcoal basin in front of him, on which hung a copper kettle, and the water in the pot kept the appearance that it would not be opened at the temperature of the charcoal fire.

The old man had a delicate small teapot in his hand, and he was holding the teapot to refill the cup with tea. The whole island in the middle of the lake is very quiet, in addition to the bright moonlight reflected in the lake in the island at night, only the pot of charcoal fire in front of the old man sometimes glows with the breeze and a slight spark comes out.

The silence was broken by a loud shout, followed by the sound of fluttering birds spreading their wings as if to welcome the guests. The old man took a slight sip of tea and muttered, "Those who should come always have to come." ”

The visitor wrapped in a black robe walked through the woods to the lake, and immediately saw the old man sitting cross-legged in the pavilion. The black robe stared at the other party for a while, and suddenly a pitch-black short sword appeared in his hand and pointed towards the old man. At this time, a strong wind blew towards the pavilion from the black robe, blowing the coals in the charcoal basin a little brighter.

The old man did not move at all, still taking care of himself and sipping the tea in his cup. "The tea is slightly bitter and a little astringent. But the Handi people always love to taste tea, because the bitterness is always accompanied by sweetness. ”

Because of the quietness, the old man's words were not loud but could be heard clearly. The black robe slowly lowered his short sword, and the strong wind disappeared with it. "Are you trying to tell me that all the suffering I have suffered in the past is for a better life in the future?"

The old man didn't answer, but just looked at the charcoal basin in front of him with a teacup in a daze, as if he said to himself, "The charcoal will shine and heat when the wind blows, and it will be very beautiful, but after the wind passes, this charcoal will turn into charcoal ash sooner because it burns too quickly." ”

The black robe walked slowly towards the pavilion, strangely he didn't make any noise as he walked, and if you closed your eyes, you wouldn't even notice his presence. The black robe stopped outside the pavilion and said, "So in order to avoid strong winds, did you hide this charcoal here?"

The old man didn't speak, just nodded, poured another cup of tea into the cup and held it in his hand. He looked at the people outside the pavilion, and the whole person of the other party was hidden in the black robe, which was impossible to see through in the middle of the night.

"Aren't you willing to see me as your true face when you come here?" the old man's words added a hint of bitterness.

"Hehe, what qualifications do you have?"

"I...."The old man wanted to say something, but in the end, he sighed and said softly, "How can I say that I am also your grandfather." ”

"Joke, if you were my grandfather, how could you have made that choice in the first place?" the black robe's voice also had a hint of emotional fluctuations. Immediately, the black robe calmed down and said in a deep voice: "So, what do you mean by those two sentences just now?

"It's just that when I see such a scene, I feel it. ”

"Hehe, do you think I'm right to suffer so much?"

"That's not what I mean, I just want to say that the tea has no sweetness, but because it tastes bitter in the mouth first, and when the bitterness is over, it will feel that it is sweet without bitterness. The old man continued to take a sip and said.

"But it's too hard to get rid of?"

"There is no suffering that cannot be dissipated. ”

"What about your charcoal, if everyone protects themselves, how can the world be safe?" the black robe continued to question.

"What is the peace in the world?" the old man's eyes were a little dazed, and then he said, "The mission of charcoal is to burn itself into heat, just like there is a kettle on top of the charcoal basin now, and its burning is to make the best use of it." If there is nothing on the charcoal basin at this time, and it burns so hot, it is just a waste of this good charcoal fire. ”

"It's a good thing to use, not wasted. Then how do you know that there is nothing on the huge charcoal basin at that time, and how can you be sure that if you choose to fight, you will definitely lose?" said the black robe in a cold voice.

"King Ling was not born, the upper echelons of the Han Kingdom were rotten, the people below were deeply resentful, and the army was even more in deficit. With such a Han country and such a Han land, how do you say you can defeat Xiluo?" the old man said in a deep voice, "Just rely on the Spirit Clan? The Spirit Clan is not so powerful to turn the tide. ”

"Hmph, that's just your quibble. It is because there are too many people like you that the Han Kingdom will lose so badly! If everyone stood up and fought with the heart of serving the country, in the end, even if they were martyred, it would be better than being ruled by those damned nobles now. The black robe said.

The old man stared at the black robe for a while, gently put down the teacup in his hand, and said slowly: "Let's not talk about the current Handi ruled by those Xiluo people, what I see from this old man is that those ordinary people are at least living much better than before. Although I am not a supporter of the aristocracy, I am very opposed to the rule of the Korean royal family. As the saying goes, bitter first and then sweet, it is impossible for Handi to be ruled by foreigners all the time, but this is the time to break the obsolete and cut off the carrion. ”

"Hmph, then why did you let the other clans go back to Linghu to avoid the war, but you went to the battlefield to kill the enemy?"

"I ....." The old man sighed again, "As the temporary patriarch of the Spirit Clan, I have to make such a decision. But as a swordsman, I also have to go to the battlefield. ”

"If you have the consciousness of giving up everything to kill the enemy like the Shura Sword Saint did at the beginning, and let the entire spirit clan participate in the battle, even if it is tragic, you will definitely resist the enemy in the end. The black robe said in a cold voice, "It's a pity that you didn't, you were afraid that they would be too badly injured in dealing with the Spirit Clan, and you hesitated when facing the enemy on the battlefield, always weighing the pros and cons and refusing to give up your life to attack." It is because of the leadership of people like you that the Spirit Race will weaken and eventually become extinct!"

"Enough!" the old man shouted, his voice stirring up ripples in circles in the lake outside the island. The black robe also stood unsteadily, and took several steps back before standing firmly. Seeing that the black robe was overwhelmed, the old man quickly retracted his momentum, calmed down and said, "How can you say that? ”

"Do you remember this? Do you remember how the Chang family died on the battlefield? How my parents, your son and daughter-in-law died tragically!"

"Alright, alright! Don't talk about those things again!" said the old man, shaking his hand with a pained expression.

"What? Are you still in pain? At the beginning, you insisted on letting the Spirit Clan avoid the war, but don't forget that you are not only the temporary patriarch of the Spirit Clan, but also the head of the Chang family! Who in the entire Chang family does not respect you? If you choose to go to the battlefield, can the Chang family not follow? Although you sternly scolded everyone to stay in the Spirit Lake with the Spirit Clan, the Chang family still went to the battlefield to participate in the battle after you left. In countless battles, the Chang family, as a pioneer and scout, was always on the front line, spying on intelligence and assassinating the leader, and finally all died tragically. And you didn't know until my parents died that they were on the battlefield, right?"

"Enough!" The old man's face was painful and hideous when he heard these words, and suddenly his eyes turned red and he instantly came to the black robe, and a water sword condensed from the lake water in his hand hit the neck of the black robe.

The coercion formed by the sword qi lifted the hood of the black robe, revealing the face that had been hidden under the black robe. However, there was a hideous black metal mask on his face. A pair of cold eyes stared at the old man in front of him from behind the mask, "What's the matter?"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, and with his other hand, he pushed the black robe away from the woods. His voice was not as calm as before, but said a little hoarsely, "You go, I don't want to see you." ”

"Let's go, but there's one more thing for you. The black robe said.

The old man slowly sat back in the pavilion and said, "When I see your mask, I know who you are following now, hasn't that kid broken his dream of returning to the country?"

"Hmph, of course my son-in-law has more ideals and ambitions than you, how can you be called the Four Great Sword Saints with my son-in-law?

"Yixin! I am also your grandfather! Don't talk to me like this!" the old man said angrily.

The black robe, known as Yixin, ignored his words, and simply said, "Now that you know who I am here for, you also understand our purpose. You are old, don't do things with that charcoal theory. You won't be naïve enough to wait for the next Spirit King to appear, right? Everything is fought for by yourself, and it is better to rely on others than on your own hands! If the Spirit Clan goes on like this, I am afraid that if you don't have to wait for the appearance of the Spirit King, you will all become ordinary beings! Now those Spirit Clans in Linghu Town have long been content with the status quo and their skills have degraded too much, and I have made a fuss and I have no help to show up my characters. If this continues, I am afraid that the Spirit Clan will not be able to call it a combat power at all, and it will not even be as good as ordinary people, at least there are people among the people who dare to resist. ”

These words made the Spirit Sword Immortal even more silent, as the other party said, the perennial content with the status quo has greatly reduced the combat effectiveness of the Spirit Clan now, but I am afraid that when the Spirit King is born, the remaining Spirit Clan will already be no different from ordinary people.

"With that said, I have nothing left to spare. We'll wait for the choice. After saying that, the black robe turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

At this time, the Spirit Sword Immortal remembered the words of the old Spirit King when he was dying, "Spirit Sword, you are my only disciple. Originally, the spirit kings of the past dynasties had to accept two personal disciples, one was the next spirit king, and the other was the right-hand man who assisted the spirit king. However, for some reason, there is no heir to the Spirit King in my generation. But don't be discouraged, you have to remember that although the next generation of Spirit King has not appeared, you are still his right-hand man. When he's not there, you're going to have to take your responsibility. Protect the spirit race, as long as the spirit race continues, there will always be a spirit king. ”

"Teacher. The Spirit Sword Immortal gradually regained his composure, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and the faint fragrance of tea slowly wafted out. Spirit Sword Immortal looked up at the moon in the sky and muttered, "You really arranged a big deal for me, this matter has weighed me down for the rest of my life." Originally, I just wanted to be a chivalrous man who walked the rivers and lakes with pleasure and revenge, but when you leave like this, I can only make myself a forward-looking old mother. ”

After speaking, the Spirit Sword Immortal pointed behind him, and a water sword shot into the lake in the heart of the island, and in an instant, a column of water more than 100 meters high in the lake soared into the sky. Then the water column fell back and turned into a drizzle, and the spirit sword fairy gently poured the brewed tea into the cup and tasted it slowly.