The three of them had just walked to the door of the cottage, Meng Juntong raised his hand, and was about to knock on the door, when a man's deep voice came from inside the house.

"Please come in, the door is unlocked. ”

Just listening to the voice, there was no way to tell the age of the person in the room.

His voice has the heaviness of a middle-aged man, but his voice is as deep as an old man, and the loudness is like that of a teenager, very bright.

Meng Juntong and Xiang Ming glanced at each other, Xiang Ming nodded at her, Meng Juntong stretched out his hand and gently pressed on the small firewood door, no matter how hard she tried, she heard a squeak, and the door was slowly pushed open.

There was only one small lamp in the room, perhaps because of the small space, and this lamp lit up the whole room.

Meng Juntong saw a man in a linen cloth cloth holding her Qingfeng sword and caressing it seriously.

The man was already white-haired, but his face was very young, like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

"You are the master of the Jixia Academy?" Meng Juntong asked cautiously.

Only then did the man raise his head and look Meng Juntong up and down: "This sword is yours?"

He didn't answer Meng Juntong's question, but threw one back to her.

Meng Juntong nodded: "It was left to me by my mother." ”

The man's eyes showed a slightly complicated look: "I originally thought that we would never see the Qingfeng Sword again in this life, but I didn't expect it...... Alas. ”

"Senior, we came to you this time to ......" Meng Juntong had already thought that she would meet her mother's deceased, but this time, she didn't want to dwell on the past.

She has now gradually understood that in this world, everything about her mother needs to be explored by herself, and she cannot be asked from others.

Rather than taking what others say and then screening and exploring it, it is better to seek the answer directly for yourself.

And she didn't come to Jixia School Palace this time to follow her mother's traces, the top priority was to convey information to Xiang Yun.

The white-haired man stretched out a palm and didn't let Meng Juntong continue: "I already know your intentions, and the affairs of the Heavenly Demon Palace in the Western Regions are clear to the Xue Palace. ”

Xiang Ming was overjoyed when he heard this: "That gentleman is going to send someone to the Western Regions, if there is a need, my Chu State can send a military force to help the palace." ”

The man just glanced at Xiang Ming, and said without any emotion in his voice: "We are the Academy Palace, a group of scholars, what are we going to do in the Western Regions? ”

"This ......" Xiang Ming was dumbfounded, and then apologized: "Mr. forgive the sin, it is the younger generation who is abrupt." ”

The man waved his hand: "You and this little girl get out of here first, I have something to say to this ...... alone"

"Sir, my name is Meng Juntong. Meng Juntong introduced himself.

"Hmm," the man nodded, "I'm going to talk to this Meng girl." ”

Xiang Ming was a little depressed, when he was in Bishun City, his brother and sister Luo refused to make it clear to him about something.

And when it comes to this Jixia Academy, the same is true, everyone seems to rely more on Meng Juntong.

However, he Xiang Ming is not the kind of person who does not distinguish between the important and the serious, since the host's family has issued an eviction order, he naturally will not have to stay with a dead face.

At that moment, he and Bai Yu retired and left this grass house.

Bai Yu was nothing, Meng Juntong asked the two of them to wander around the school palace first, and then come to meet him.

The two left the grassland, and after a long time, the man was a little reluctant to return the Qingfeng Sword to Meng Juntong: "This sword was once broken, and even the descendants of Gongsun Ye couldn't repair it, I didn't think that the Qingfeng Sword would reappear in the world." ”

Meng Juntong was stunned, she didn't know about this, the Qingfeng Sword was handed over to her through the hand of the Yunzhu Holy Maiden, and she didn't know anything about it before.

"Sir, let's talk about how to deal with the matter of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace in the Western Regions first. ”

The man smiled: "Call me Hanguang, it's always Mr. Hanguang, I don't sound awkward." ”

"This ......" Meng Juntong hesitated a little: "It's not good to call Mr. by his name." ”

The man thought for a while and said, "Then you can call me the second master, back then...... That's what your mother called me back then. ”

Meng Juntong was touched again, she tried her best to control herself, not allowing herself to inquire about her mother and the second master, and continued: "Okay, second master, you said before, you all know about the affairs of the Western Regions, so you must also know that they used magic medicine to cause trouble for the people of the Western Regions." ”

"Woe to the Western Regions? Oh, then we may not know the same. The second master named Hanguang smiled and waved his hand.

Meng Juntong couldn't help frowning: "Second Master, why are you still laughing, they are harming people." ”

"Xiao Meng, don't worry. The second master gently pressed his palm: "Let's talk about this slowly." ”

Meng Juntong tried to control her emotions and calm down, facing this second master, she felt that the deepest part of her spirit seemed to have more control than she had in the past.

"What do you think should be the criterion for judging the salvation and calamity of the world?" The second master did not rush to talk about the actions of the Heavenly Demon Palace in the Western Regions, but instead threw a question to Meng Juntong in turn.

Meng Juntong frowned slightly, she really never thought about this question.

"I don't know the specific criteria, but I know that Lu Weilou once used illusions and poisoned to make the people of a city in the Western Regions die inexplicably, and use their flesh and blood to touch the army of the Chu State! There are hundreds of thousands of dead!" Meng Juntong laid out the facts, trying not to be led away by the second master.

The second master smiled slightly: "The death of 100,000 people at one time is considered good or evil compared to the death of millions or even more people in the long war in the future." ”

Meng Juntong's expression suddenly became a little stunned, what kind of algorithm is this.

Seeing that Meng Juntong was about to refute himself, the second master stretched out his hand and pressed it gently, signaling her to be calm, and continued to explain: "You may not have been to the Western Regions, but I was fortunate enough to be there earlier. There is no respect for morality and etiquette like the Central Plains, and before the appearance of the Great Light Palace in the Western Regions, that is, before the Central Plains people preferred to call the Heavenly Demon Palace, there was only one way to solve the problem in hundreds of countries, and that was to kill.

There is no problem in this world that cannot be explained through the knife in his hand, and if it can't, then let the guy who opposes his belief or cognition have to shut up forever. ”

The second master stretched out his hand and gently patted the linen robe on his body twice, and now dusted up a fine puff of dust: "Can you imagine that the people who died in the Western Regions at that time due to various disputes were probably as much as these dust on my body. ”