Mao's whole body trembled slightly, and he quickly turned around and saw a middle-aged man in white and a high crown, looking at him calmly.

Mao smiled slightly: "Senior brother, are you here? So you are not far away, from my study hall to your study hall is more than a hundred steps." ”

Mao's mouth spoke briskly, but his whole body collapsed as tight as a bowstring, beware of Qiu's sudden trouble. Although the two of them haven't played each other for a long time, the last time they met, Qiu had the upper hand. What's more, his current form is extremely unfavorable, because he is in the midst of a crowd, and if he does it here at this time, he will be forced to fight the enemy with all his might, and his body will look like an idiot nailed to the ground. And Qiu, maybe hiding in a no-man's corner, no one will think that there is anything strange about the person standing in the corner standing motionless.

Fortunately, Qiu didn't make a move, he just stared at Mao, but Mao felt that he might do it at any time, because the white light on his body kept increasing. He had an idea: "Senior brother, someone gave me a golden carp this morning, which is very rare. I asked Yu'er to make it, and I was about to invite you to have a drink. ”

Mao knew that he had succeeded, Qiu sighed, and the light emitted from his body weakened a lot, and Ran Ran was gone. Mao's whole body almost fell into the lake as if he had lost his strength. He hurried away to collect his thoughts.

The enthusiastic audience did not feel his momentary froze, and continued his speech with a smile, searching the nearby corners with their eyes to see if anyone was leaving. He didn't see anything. He didn't dare to use the flying soul to explore, for fear that Qiu would find out and be self-defeating. Just wait until the evening, tonight, probably his best chance to convince Qiu.

Midsummer nights, rare coolness. There is a small lake in Mao's mansion, and a pavilion is set up by the lake, and the dinner party is set up in this pavilion, taking advantage of the freshness of the water. Peng Yu'er spread vegetables on the table, and in the middle was a golden carp. Mao sat in the pavilion, his fingers tapping the beat on the stone table, and humming a passage from the Book of Songs: "Like the moon is constant, like the sun rising." Such as the longevity of Nanshan, it does not collapse. Such as the pine and cypress of the luxuriant, there is no lack or inheritance. “

The doorman led Qiu through the front hall to the pavilion by the lake, and Mao immediately got up to greet him: "Senior brother, don't come to harm." Just now, I was reciting the masterpiece compiled by my brother. ”

Qiu returned the salute meticulously, and said lightly: "It's just a collection, it's a pity that these music gifts are lost." ”

Mao nodded: "Yes, it can be seen from this song 'Tianbao' that people are always willing to listen to good words." Power and longevity, both, is everyone's dream. ”

Qiu glanced at him deeply: "Everyone's dreams are different, but personal dreams cannot go against the interests of the country and the world. Otherwise, it's ambition. ”

Mao smiled slightly: "Senior brother, you also admit that people are born different. Some people are born to be the Son of Heaven, some people are born to be princes, and some people are born to be people. You admit that, right?"

Qiu nodded: "People have a background, but they are not immutable. Knowing books and learning etiquette, learning to be a scholar, being able to be a doctor, and then being able to be a minister, virtue is worthy of his position, and he can be a prince. This is the right way, not the ambition. ”

Mao chic waved his sleeves: "People are talented, teach them according to their aptitude." Heaven has given everyone different abilities, they also have different missions, and they should correspond to different positions, right?"

Qiu hesitated slightly, he instinctively felt that this junior disciple, who was known for his eloquence, this question was not simple. But he couldn't help but answer such a question, he nodded.

Mao laughed loudly: "Senior brother, God has given you and me such talents, so that we can see through people's hearts, and even control people's hearts." What is our mission? What is the mission of those who have the same talent as us? Master taught us both the art of soul hunting, and taught us according to our aptitude. You are not willing to use it properly, is it worthy of the master's hard work in passing on the arts? You have found so many talented disciples, but you are not willing to pass on the art of soul hunting, are you worthy of the heavens in such a violent way?"

Qiu took a deep breath: "Senior brother, when the master passed on the art, he had already had a clear training, and the soul hunting technique could not be done unless it was a last resort. Our talents are given by God, and I probe people's hearts, find the source of light in people's hearts, and explore the art of dissolving darkness. I have written a book and said, "How can we be sorry for Master if we recruit a wide range of disciples, let people know their honor and disgrace, keep humanity, and do our best for the peace of the world?" Flying souls are talented, but this talent is like a knife and axe, if it falls into the hands of an ignorant person, it will accidentally injure people, and if it falls into the hands of a person with an unscrupulous mind, it will add wings to a hungry tiger. What is wrong with me finding these people and teaching them to be knowledgeable, to choose the virtuous to preach, and to choose the ignorant to preach?"

Mao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I didn't expect that after a few years, my senior brother would become so eloquent." Then let me ask you, if you preach self-denial, respect for heaven and the Tao, and providence gives these people the potential to control people's hearts, they should be people who govern people, and they should not be governed by others. Now in the courts of various countries, there are countless corpses and vegetarian meals. The younger brother is not talented, and King Lu gave him the position of Shaozheng, and he has seen all the strange images in this court. These people in high positions are mediocre, do not understand the will of the people, and will not govern the will of the people. Why don't we take our place as the proud sons of heaven? We have the talent and the means to make all the people obey and the world to be at peace. Isn't that good for the world?"

Qiu said coldly: "How can we obtain the goal of justice by unjust means. Your so-called obedience to all nations is not the desire of the people, but the hearts of the people that you have destroyed and tampered with. There is a day when you will be carrying a group of people's hearts and axes, and you will rule not all people, but tens of millions of walking dead. ”

Mao smiled faintly: "You yourself have said that only the superior wisdom and the lower fool are unswerving." Those who are already foolish people, what can they lose? Isn't it the way of peace that the upper wisdom is wiser, and the lower fool is even more stupid?

Qiu said angrily: "You know I didn't mean that!"

Mao sneered slightly: "But people who have heard my explanation think that you mean this." I opened the altar to talk to you, just to let your disciples listen to whether you are right or I am right. “

Qiu shouted angrily: "Shao Zhengmao, argue with hypocrisy, I already knew that you would not change in the slightest!"

Mao also shouted: "Kong Zhongni, pedantic and shallow, you have never won me, what qualifications do you have to say about me?"

Peng Yu'er came up with the pot and looked at the two of them in a daze, her eyes flashing with tears: "Mao, senior brother, don't quarrel." ”

Mao took Peng Yu'er's hand and looked at Qiu defiantly: "If Master really thinks you are right, why did you marry Yu'er to me?

Qiu's face turned red, his eyes flashed with anger, and the wide sleeves of his robe were windless. Startled, instinctively gathered his mind, he intuitively felt that his heart was smashed by a heavy hammer, his headache was splitting, he roared, the whole person stood still, and sneaked into the middle palace of the shrine.

Outside the magnificent palace, countless soldiers and generals poured out of countless fortresses and military camps, looking up at the sky in horror, a huge shadow has shrouded the whole world, the sun and the moon are dark, and the wind is howling, blowing people unable to stand. Qiu was glowing with white light, standing in the middle of the sky, just waiting for Qiu's thicker and thicker shadows to fly out. He didn't know what Senior Brother's Flying Soul was like now, but he knew that it must be even more powerful and terrifying than it was a long time ago.

Then, he heard a loud cracking sound, accompanied by a sword-sharp "stop", piercing the inky shadow.