The Great Seminary

Chapter 201 It's Hard to Distinguish Right from Wrong (Part 2)

Although Zhang Gui appears to be just a teenager under twenty years old.

But as someone who has lived two lives in fact, and is spiritually old, his values ​​have long been fixed.

It is absolutely impossible for it to be shaken.

Even if you gave him a chicken farm, let alone feed him chicken soup, he wouldn't get infected.

But Zhang Jiujiang was completely different; he was a genuine teenager.

Unsettled values, wavering from side to side.

Before the age of fifteen, he spent all his time hanging out with 'rebellious' kids like Zhang Gui. It was also the age when he was fearless and most annoying, so naturally he was influenced by them and became resentful of everyone.

But now, after studying for two years at Qingdou Academy with a focus on the imperial examinations, I've unknowingly been misled and become a bit 'crippled'.

“Ancient aristocratic families can say that ‘the clan is greater than the state,’ but our Zhang family of Pingyang, which rose to prominence in this dynasty, is closely related to the imperial court, even to the point of having its very foundation…”

“In Jiujiang, the Zhang family’s foundation lies in the ‘bloodline of the ancient god Kuafu,’ nothing else.”

Zhang Gui solemnly interrupted his friend.
"This world is very vast."

Compared to the millions of years of racial warfare between humans and the various demon races, what is the mere national war between Yuanshan and Mingsong?

Don't be a frog in a well!
Do not let your mind be bound, and do not be trapped by the morals of ordinary people in a transcendent world!
Figure out what your most important life goal is, and don't strive in the wrong direction!

Zhang Jiujiang remained silent for a long time after hearing this, finally uttering a single sentence.
"But I don't have your strong divine bloodline and talent for cultivation."

He slowly turned around and strode away.

Although their feelings for each other remained unchanged, neither of them was the other's puppet, and if they couldn't understand each other, they naturally couldn't agree with each other.

Continuing to argue at this point could easily create distance, so it's better to let it go for now.

Let's wait until everyone has calmed down before making a decision.

So, watching Zhang Jiujiang's disappearing figure, Zhang Gui opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

I plan to wait until I wake up tomorrow and then go to my friend's house to talk to him.

Telling Zhang Jiujiang that his statement that "great power belongs to the individual" in the extraordinary world, and that the bloodline of the ancient gods is more important than "patriotism" was not a boast, nor was it a lesson.

Instead, she hoped that one day he could live a long and prosperous life with her, becoming a thousand-year-old tortoise or a ten-thousand-year-old turtle.

Outlive all the famous kings, nobles, generals, and ministers of today.

Let's dance at their graves and see who's more carefree and happy.

Unexpectedly, the next morning, after washing up, Zhang Gui, dressed in a linen blue robe and straw sandals, went to visit his friend.

But then came the news that he had already left home and returned to the academy.

With a blank and lost expression, Zhang Gui bowed to Zhang Jiujiang's father, Uncle Bade, to say goodbye, and then went home dejectedly.

Just as she was about to leave, her mother noticed that her eldest son had returned at an unusual time and looked overly forlorn. Knowing something had happened, she asked:
"Jiujiang is no longer in the town?"

"Yes, your adopted son Jiang Wazi has returned to Qingdou Academy."

"Yeah.

You've all grown up in the blink of an eye. He has his own path to walk, and you have your own important plans to make.

As long as we remember our friendship, there will always be a day when we meet again.

Wouldn't we be doubly happy then?

Just remember that.

Next time we meet, don't argue like cockfighting over what you think is right.

You have to understand that some things are just a matter of 'both sides have their own reasons'.

There is no right or wrong, and no one can convince anyone else.

Being too serious will only hurt feelings.

"Understood, Amu."

Let's leave aside that kid Zhang Jiujiang for now.

The situation in the Southern Kingdom of Ming and Song is getting worse every day. You should take your aunt and cousins ​​with you and come overseas…”

Zhang Gui lowered his voice to discuss it with his mother, but she interrupted him directly, "Alright, I've already said this before, I won't go."

“Mother, I understand that you wanted to live a life that was hard but meaningful and enjoyable in peaceful times.”

But now people are dying…

"Of the tens of thousands of people in the entire Pingyang town, was there even one who died in the war?"
Besides, you established a tiny island nation in the Outer Sea, where, according to legend, the waves were so big they could capsize an island.

Is it really safer than the Ming and Song dynasties?

Actually, that's unlikely.

Okay, in short, you have to live my life the way you want.

Just like when you wanted to rebel, Amu didn't say a word of hesitation.

And my son.

What makes you think it's worth risking your life to become a king, a god, or an ancestor?

"Isn't it worth it for me to help my neighbors make a better living by running my own business?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Gui was speechless and had no words to respond.

After stammering for a long time, he said something rather awkwardly.
“Mother, sometimes having a mother who is too ‘thoughtful’ is not a good thing.”

At this point, he could still try to get his aunt and cousin to move away.

But people are selfish, especially a 'tyrant' like Zhang Gui who has lived two lives.

Since my mother doesn't want to leave, it's better to leave my aunt and cousin in Pingyang Town to keep her company.

To keep Amu from being lonely, and even in case of an accident, to have a few more helpers.

"Alright, Mother, if you don't want to leave, then don't leave."

Just remember, if anything unexpected happens, run to Zhihai Town immediately.

Please try to stay in Zhihai Town as much as possible, please, please.

"I understand."

Hearing her eldest son speak so solemnly, Caiyang Duojie knew there must be a hidden meaning behind it.

He nodded seriously and agreed.

"Alright, since you didn't want the adults in town to know when you came back yesterday, you should hurry up and leave."

Don't waste time getting entangled with those shameless people.

Hearing Amu's sharp and sarcastic remarks, Zhang Gui couldn't help but laugh.
"Alright, I'll be going then."

Anyway, even if she stayed home, the big boss, Yoshimi Takagi, wouldn't abandon her business to talk to her son.

"When the fledgling eagle's wings are not yet fully grown, the eagle is concerned about it and will protect it at all times."

But now that the eaglet is about to fly up into the sky and become a real dragon, the eagle will naturally do whatever it needs to do.

"Does that mean your son has become capable and is no longer willing to stay put?"

The old woman looked at her son, then patted his head from behind.

"Go, my eagle. Since you are unwilling to listen to your mother and live an ordinary life, go ahead."

Go and continue sharpening your claws and teeth, and become a true 'dragon'!

Zhang Gui smiled and nodded, then activated the divine energy within his body, 'Zongheng Ruyi', and vanished without a trace in a flash.

About half an hour later, they appeared at the entrance of Mushroom Valley, deep in the dense forest of the Xuanzhi Mountains.

In the humid summer forest, weeds grow rampant.

But the grass near Mushroom Valley had all been trampled into the ground.

Having arrived in his underground divine kingdom, he sat down on the ground, taking a sip of pure meat pills, hoping to try his luck.

In the afternoon, a long line of people actually came trudging along.

They surged into Mushroom Valley.

(End of this chapter)