Chapter 42: Face-to-Face Suppression

  On the first night in the Sacred Sword Hall, none of the examinees' cultivation was impressive.

  Liu Mingde and Cui Yingying both showed varying degrees of restlessness, while Wang Quancai didn't cultivate at all and fell asleep as soon as he lay down. Tuoba Qiurong's situation was slightly better, but she also encountered some difficulties, with the cries and screams of those she had killed echoing in her ears.

  Liáng Shān is probably the only one who cultivates normally.

  Liáng Shān first practiced "Dàn Zhǐ Xián Tōng" for two hours, then meditated for another two hours.

  All of you students are not making progress because you are too calm. The calmer the outside world is, the more turbulent your inner heart will be, and this requires a teacher's guidance to overcome. It's like practicing calligraphy, where at first, the characters are actually worse than usual.

  Liangshan sent Zhu Qingyun away, having had similar experiences with Zhengqingpai before, no need for a master but got used to it.

  However, Liangshan had a dream that night, and when he woke up, his eyes were wet.

  Liáng Shān got up and washed his face, looking at himself in the copper mirror. He seemed a bit perplexed.

  Liangshan rarely dreams, according to his ex-girlfriend's evaluation, he is heartless and ruthless.

  Liang Shan deeply believed that every segment of his emotions was real, and so were the endings. If he didn't have a heart of stone, he wouldn't be able to hold on.

  The dream of Liangshan actually took place in a hospital scene with Su Ya.

  Su Ya said to him: "I'm at peace with you, and after I die, you won't be too sad."

  "What?"

  "You're just my target, you don't really love me."

  "Of course I really love you!" Liang Shan loudly argued.

  Su Ya shook her head and said: "Your 'Liang Zhu', I heard two words."

  "What character?"

  "Ruthless."

  Liangshan was once confused and unaware, but now suddenly understands that when emotions reach their peak, they become emotionless. This is also the principle of cultivating the Tao.

  What confuses Liangshan is not "heartlessness", but "target". Su Ya saw through him, and indeed, Liangshan was a person who needed a target to live on. After reaching the peak of music, one after another stunning beauty became his new target, the more difficult it was for him to grasp, the more he was filled with fighting spirit.

  But now? Liangshan couldn't help but rub his face in front of the copper mirror.

  This still somewhat unfamiliar face, this strange world, what is one's own goal again?

  Driven out by Liang's family, in order to show those corrupt officials and give them a lesson, build a new Liang Family Village, this is the goal of Liangshan.

  This goal has been initially achieved, and now pursuing Qianzi Xingyun is his goal. Su Ya told him the last sentence: "Think about what you really want, so that you can be happy."

  The moment Liangshan walked out, all the hesitation and confusion were thrown away. There are two kinds of people who dominate the path to enlightenment: one is always with a childlike heart, and the other is like Liangshan, without a conscience or feelings.

  On New Year's morning, a grand ceremony was held again in front of the Lower House.

  Ordinary world worships heaven, earth, monarch, parents and teachers. In the Holy Sword Temple, only "heaven, earth and teachers" are worshipped in the lower courtyard. At a certain time, the bells chime in unison, auspicious clouds and phoenixes appear, and the rosy light shines in all directions.

  Outer disciples all stood solemnly outside, arrayed in a strict formation to welcome the new year with sincerity and respect. However, the newly arrived one hundred and eight were all hiding in their rooms, making last-minute preparations for the exam, not daring to waste a single moment.

  In the afternoon, Feng Kun was arranged to prepare the venue. Although it was only half a point of merit, it was better than nothing. He directed his ten miscellaneous workers who were sweating profusely cleaning up. Early in the morning, he received a notice from the Upper Court saying that someone would come down from the Upper Court in the evening. This was a usual practice, and if one looked at it as Liangshan did, it was just a welcoming party for newcomers.

  As the sun sets and the evening glow fills the sky, the Speaker of the Lower House, Qu Zicai, smiles brightly as he leads the way, accompanied by two elderly members of the Upper House, who in turn surround a young man dressed in embroidered robes.

  Feng Kun took a glance and was startled, it turned out to be Murong Bo.

  Feng Kun and Murong Bo were of the same generation, both having entered sixty years ago. The difference was that Murong Bo had not become an outer sect disciple at the time, but instead became a miscellaneous servant.

  It was this miscellaneous servant who became an outer door disciple a year later, an inner door disciple two years later, and a holy son thirty years later. Fifty years ago, which is ten years before entering the Zhengqing Sect.

  This speed, has not been seen in the Qing dynasty for 500 years.

  Murong Bo was known as a genius among the useless when he was doing miscellaneous chores. Murong Bo successfully killed his way out of the miscellaneous chores to compete for the only outer door disciple quota every year, and was known as a genius among the useless. When he advanced to an inner door disciple, the people around him were already unable to evaluate him with words.

  Feng Kun stepped aside, and a group of people walked in. Murong Bo walked past him without even giving him a glance.

  Being completely ignored, Feng Kun couldn't help but feel a surge of bitterness in his heart.

  Liáng Shān sat in the last row, full of curiosity.

  The grand hall of Qingyun, with stone brick floor polished to a shine, reflecting the shadows of people. Everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, in front of them was placed an incense burner, inside which were three small sticks of incense, whose fragrance was unknown. People's joints relaxed naturally, and their hearts were filled with sincere reverence.

  Inside the grand hall, there are thirty-six pillars, coiled dragons, extremely rich in Taoist rhyme, as if they want to break through the air and fly out. The surroundings do not have doors or windows, but can see the distant clouds and mist swirling around, truly like a fairyland.

  Behind the Grand Hall are the various "administrative" buildings of the Lower Court, including the Elder's office, the Merit Pavilion where tasks are assigned and merits are calculated, the Supervision Pavilion, and others. Behind these administrative pavilions are scattered the studios of various masters, and at the very end are the Lower Court's Dan Chamber medicine storage and the coveted Scripture Pavilion.

  It's said in "Xiū Zhēn Pǔ Xué" that recognizing a master is very important. Following a good master, the master will greatly support your future cultivation, just like how having a very powerful mentor for graduate studies is beneficial.

  Liang Shan was just thinking about it when he suddenly felt a chill and looked up to see Murong Bo glancing at him.

  Qu Zicai coughed dryly and began by introducing himself, then introduced the two old men, and finally introduced Murong Bo.

  Then Qu Zicai, on behalf of the Lower House, gave a speech. He first talked about the history of Shengjian Hall, then the origin of the Lower House and the future development trajectory of everyone, which took half an hour. Two elderly representatives from the Upper House delivered passionate speeches, all of which were very optimistic about them. Liangshan listened to the end with his eyes wide open in astonishment.

  "My name is Murong Bo, you can call me Master Murong." A pleasant male voice broke the drowsiness of Liangshan.

  Liáng Shān raised his head and saw that handsome guy start talking.

  Everyone began to listen to Murong Bo's lecture on how many years he spent advancing to the Golden Elixir, how many years it took him to become a Holy Son, and finally becoming an outer disciple of the Zhengqing Sect.

  Murong Bo spoke eloquently, and everyone perked up their ears to listen. The expressions on their faces changed from superficial respect to genuine admiration. Some important parts were even recorded, just like when they were in high school, the school would invite seniors who had been admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University to return and give motivational speeches for the college entrance exams.

  Murong Bo's speech is a demonstration to everyone present that one day, you can also achieve brilliant achievements like him.

  Liáng Shān knew that all these were nonsense, people are different from one another.

  "No matter where you come from, which country, in the Holy Sword Hall everyone is brothers, past grievances must be put down, for example, among you there is a person named Tuoba Qiurong."

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on Tuoba Qiurong.

  "I'm just making an analogy, our Murong family is a country that was destroyed by the Tuoba clan, these are all heavenly numbers, in Shengjian Hall we should put down these hatreds." A smile spread across Murong Bo's face, but his eyes were cold and piercing, everyone could hear that he was speaking in reverse.

  What does it mean? Is being close to Tuoba Qiurong opposing him? This is to isolate Tuoba Qiurong among the outer door disciples, Liang Shan Zheng was furious and then heard Murong Bo say: "I heard that you have a person named Liang Shanbo, has he arrived?"

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on him again, and Liangshan could only nod helplessly.

  Murong Bo's face sank, and he said, "I heard that someone named Shi Hu died, and it has something to do with you."

  Liáng Shān was about to retort when he was glared at fiercely by Mù Róng Bó, and immediately froze, unable to utter a word.

  "Now that you're standing up, tell us how Shi Hu died. This is something that hasn't happened in the Holy Sword Hall for a hundred years."

  A voice suddenly emerged in Liangshan's mind: "Shi Hu was killed by you! Shi Hu was killed by you!" Liangshan clenched his fist, his face flushing bright red.

  "How about it, dare to do but not dare to admit?" Murong Bo sneered, his eyes flashing with a hint of murderous intent.

  Liáng Shān's body suddenly shook, this guy actually wanted to kill him!

  Murong Bo indeed harbored murderous intentions. Liangshan surprisingly did not yield, showing that he had great potential.

  "Should I kill him?" Murong Bo thought to himself.

  Murong Bo is now an inner disciple of the Zhengqing Sect, under the wing of the famous Crown Prince.

  The prince took a liking to Zhu Yingtai and wanted to deal with Liang Shanbo, but he didn't give the order to kill him because the prince didn't want to get entangled in the karma. If he were to secretly take matters into his own hands and kill Liang Shanbo, taking on the karma himself, wouldn't the prince have another reward for himself?

  Congratulations to Ying Tai! Murong Bo suddenly thought of her coming, his heart skipped a beat. Although she hasn't broken through the Golden Elixir yet, she monopolizes one peak and is being heavily cultivated by the Zhengqing Sect, not inferior to the Crown Prince.

  Murong Bo swept a glance over Liangshan, his killing intent retreating, and said to the two elders: "This wind cannot be tolerated!"

  Liáng Shān's back was instantly drenched, feeling as if he had just walked through the Ghost Gate Pass.

  Tuoba Qiurong's face showed a look of surprise, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  Murong Bo burst out laughing and said, "That's all for today. I wish you all the best in your efforts!" After speaking, he stood up straight, and the two elderly men, including Dean Kuai, immediately rose to see him off.

  Feng Kun shouted loudly and timely: "See off Murong Shixiong!"

  "See you off, Mu Rong Shixiong!" The crowd stood up and shouted loudly.

  The crowd followed the emperor out of the grand hall, and Feng Kun gave Liangshan a meaningful look before following suit. For a moment, only Liangshan and Tuoba Qiurong were left in the grand hall.

  Liáng Shān's body and mind were as one, slowly exhaling a long breath.

  "We are sworn enemies, it's no surprise that he treats me this way, but how did you manage to offend him?" Taobao Qiurong asked.

  Liáng Shān felt there was only one reason, and that was his wife Zhuō Liǎng Yún.

  Girl, is someone after Rong Yu Yun?

  Seeing Liangshan's unpleasant expression, Tuoba Qiurong let out a long sigh and said: "What is there for a great man to be entangled about? Come back tomorrow and surpass him, that's all."

  Liangshan's eyes lit up and he said, "It seems that Autumn Rong thought of it first, I was thinking that it might not be just a verbal agreement."

  "It's just that in the future, there won't be anyone else following us on our missions within the sect, and some unrefined person will come to take our place as master." Tuo Ba Qiu Rong said lightly.

  Liáng Shān Zhang's mouth opened wide, revealing a bitter smile. He thought to himself that this was not severe enough, and with these three identical cultivation methods, it would probably be two or three times more difficult than others.

  Liáng Shān gazed at Tuòbá Qiū Róng with deep affection, saying: "Qiū Róng little sister, we're both people who have fallen to the ends of the earth. What's the point of knowing each other if we don't take advantage of this chance encounter? With no one around, let's sit down and discuss how to give those birds a big surprise!"

  Tuoba Qiurong was called "sister" by Liangshan, and her killing intent was about to rise, but when she heard the phrase "we are both people who have fallen into the world", her killing intent suddenly dissipated.

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