Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 445: Mr. San's ten-year traces and ten-year heart!
"It's Brother's sword intention. You already knew it, right?"

"That's right. You and Brother are close friends. He never hides things from you."

On the fifth floor of the academy’s Xiushen Building, the air is filled with the scent of sandalwood.

The fifth floor is the most important place in the academy, and ordinary disciples are not allowed to go up there.

There was a low white bed and a desk.

at this time!
The hollow carved window lattices filtered the twilight into tiny golden specks, which sprinkled between the sleeves of the two people sitting opposite each other.

There is a coffee table between the two of them!
Among them was a middle-aged man with a tall stature, wearing a slightly whitish scholar's robe, but he looked indescribably noble and elegant, as if the clothes depended on the man.

His smooth black hair fell on his shoulders, and his facial features were ordinary, but for some reason, when combined on the man's face, they made him look surprisingly handsome.

The other person was Xie Hong, who had a somewhat lonely look in his eyes.

"Mr. San, do you really know nothing?"

The man in Confucian robe opposite is the respected Mr. San of the academy.

Mr. San smiled and shook his head, "Chongshan, you rarely go to the Xiushen Building, this is not the topic you are looking for."

In fact, each of the four teachers in the academy has his own style.

Mr. Two spoke the least and was the coldest.

Mr. Da has a gentle personality and is the peacemaker among the four people. He is polite to everyone.

Mr. San was born into a wealthy family. He had been living a life of luxury since childhood. When he was out in the world, everything he saw was new to him, so he developed the habit of chattering and was the talkative one.

But over the years that I have been in charge of the academy, there are fewer and fewer people I can talk to.

The last time I met Su Jing, we had already gone our separate ways, so we had nothing to talk about.

Xie Hong and the second gentleman get along well, just like a solitary pine tree reflected in a cold pond, both of them are taciturn.

Mr. San said, "You came here for Xie Guan? After all, he is still a member of your Xie family, the bloodline of your brother Xie Ling."

"He got into big trouble today. Do you want my academy to protect him?"

"But this is a bit strange. You clearly knew what happened today, so why didn't you stop him? Even if you didn't stop him, you could have prevented this from happening."

The tea soup reflected Mr. San's half-smiled expression: "Chongshan, after all these years, I still can't understand you."

"What exactly is it that you are seeking?"

There was a rumor in Bian Jing that Xie Hong was the second master who wanted to accept a disciple on behalf of his master and make Xie Hong the fifth master of the academy. However, there was a "dispute between the third and fourth masters" later, and the matter was dropped.

In fact, Xie Hong himself refused this matter!
Among the fourth teacher in the academy, Su Jing has the worst relationship with Xie Hong, then comes the eldest teacher. Apart from the second teacher, the third teacher is the one who is most familiar with Xie Hong.

"Mr. San, it seems that I have asked Xie Hong this question many times?"

Mr. San put down the teacup gently, "Asking and knowing are two different things."

He looked out the window at the dusk, "In Bianjing, I could guess Su Jing's purpose, but I couldn't guess his means; I could predict the second brother's sword intention, but I didn't know where his sword came from."

He turned back, his eyes burning: "Even if it's what you're thinking, I can figure it out. But it's you——"

"In the past twenty years, I still can't see clearly what you want."

"Xie family? Or power? Or reputation? It seems like you don't care about any of them. You don't even care about your wife at home, let alone your children."

"Over the years, the only thing I've seen you care about is the Second Master's Ascension!"

Mr. San leaned forward slightly, "Now, there is a second thing, about Xie Guan!"

Xie Hong's fingers paused on the table imperceptibly, but he remained silent as a stone.

Mr. San continued, "At the banquet, you let the dragon fight with Xie Guan. You should have trapped the dragon's cultivation level. Otherwise, a great monster from Zehu Lake is the closest to a great master in the world. Even if Brother Xie Guan had the seven swords combined into one, he couldn't break its scales, right? How could he kill it?"

The wind blows through the bamboo forest outside the window, making a rustling sound.

"Sima Ting used the dragon's corpse to forge a sword."

Mr. San's voice flowed slowly like a cold spring: "Except for Mr. Er, the rest of the sword users in the world are not in Bianjing. Could this sword be prepared for Xie Guan?"

Xie Hong finally raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be as bottomless as a cold pond, but he did not utter a word.

Mr. San stared at Xie Hong, and seeing that he looked normal, he raised the teacup and blew gently, and the aroma of tea rose up.

"Although I can't guess why you acted this way, I have a vague feeling..."

Mr. San paused and said:

"I once heard a story about a small pond in the mountains. The water was clear and fish were swimming in it. One day, a unique fish appeared in the pond. It always stared at the world outside the pond."

"The other fish in the pond saw that it was so special and asked why, but the fish said..."

At this point, Mr. San paused slightly, his eyes deep, as if waiting for something. Xie Hong finally spoke, with a hint of emotion in his voice: "In fact, it's better to say that it's a frog in a well than a fish, a frog that doesn't belong to this well."

Mr. San heard this and smiled slightly: "Summer cicadas cannot talk about ice? Or has the frog in the well already seen the vast sky outside?"

Xie Hong did not answer, but remained silent.

Mr. San then asked, "Chongshan, what is your destiny?"

"Everyone in the world believed that when you were practicing in Qingliang Temple, you were secretly accumulating your skills in order to enter the realm of Yangshen."

"However, in fact, when you left Bianjing and went to Qingliang Temple twelve years ago, you had already condensed your life object, right?"

Xie Hong nodded slightly, as a sign of agreement.

This is a secret that even the nine major surnames do not know.

Everyone speculated that Xie Hong had entered the realm of Yang Shen, but few knew that in the palace coup twelve years ago, he had already condensed his destiny and embarked on another path of cultivation.

Mr. San had already stood up and stood at the window and said, "Xie Guan, no one will pursue what happened today. Of course, I am talking about today."

"But Wu Xin is reluctant to let Xie Guan die, but he must let Xie Guan die!"

"There is less than half a year left. If Xie Guan can't prove himself, no one can protect him."

Su Jing's words and things are new!
Mr. San changed the subject again, "Chongshan, do you think Wuxin is afraid? The gentleman left Bianjing and went to the Chimu Army."

"Will the Red-Eyed Heavenly King become the Master, or will the Master become the Red-Eyed Heavenly King?"

Xie Hong rarely spoke: "The current Prime Minister Su may not be afraid of the Master, but he is definitely afraid of the Master."

Mr. San chuckled and said, "Chongshan, do you know what I want?"

Xie Hong shook his head, "I don't know."

"But I know you won't stand in my way."

Mr. San smiled even more: "What if we are on the same path?"

Xie Hong's eyes were calm: "We are not on the same path, but——"

After a pause, he said, "This is the only way left in this world."

Mr. San looked into the distance, the night wind blew up his sleeves: "All living things are fighting to cross the river... fighting to cross the river."

The fifth floor became quiet!
Xie Hong asked, "Mr. San, what is your destiny?"

Mr. San looked out the window at the scenery and the sunset, and said with a smile, "Wu Xin asked me, my senior brother asked me, and even Mr. asked me, but I never answered."

"Today, I will tell you."

He said slowly, "The Yellow Millet Dream!"

Xie Hong's brows just showed a hint of hesitation, and then they slowly relaxed as he looked at the third gentleman of the academy again.

Mr. San turned around and said, "Chongshan, aren't you going home today? Such a big thing happened at home."

Although the academy said that Xie Hong was imprisoned.

In fact, Xie Hong is free to come and go.

Xie Hong shook his head and said in a low voice: "He died because of Xie Guan, but he was not killed by Xie Guan."

"Everything that happens has its consequences."

Mr. San asked, "How long do you think it will take for Bianjing to be conquered?"

He sighed, "It seems to be going faster!"

"The Sui Dynasty is about to fall, the oracle of Changshengtian is shaken, and the golden body of the Buddha Kingdom is about to crack."

He traced the lines on the window frame with his fingertips. "As for those three princes from foreign countries, who would care?"

"The world's disaster has just begun!"

Xie Hong also looked out the window, his dim eyes looking even more lonely.

"Many people will die for this road."

"I dreamed of crossing a withered mulberry tree from the bottom of the sea, and seeing all the storms of the Milky Way."

Mr. San asked, "Is it worth it?"

Xie Hong said leisurely, "I didn't realize I was just a guest in my dream... I have been here for ten years and my heart has been like this for ten years!"

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(End of this chapter)