Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 425 The Weight of Inheritance

It was not until many years later that the Martial Lord who ruled the capital knew that his friend hadn't told him everything back then.

That profound formula, although not the Confucian mentality, is far more precious than the Confucian mentality, and then, the friend passed it on to him so casually, as if he didn't take it to heart at all.

And the pillar of red hexagonal crystal that penetrated into his body was also used to assist in the quick development of mental techniques.

After solving the problem of martial arts, his cultivation base improved rapidly, but in just a few years, the outcome between the two began to reverse.

Later on, he never lost. It wasn't until he knew everything that the Martial Lord of Tiandu at that time realized that his friend chose to fulfill him back then, but his own progress fell because of this.

With their aptitude, the gap of hundreds of years may take a lifetime to catch up.

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Xia Chenglin doesn't know what the future holds, and he doesn't care. At this moment, he just wants to help his friend.

After all, even if your friend is a casual cultivator, his arrogance is no worse than anyone else's. With such a talent, his instinct can go further, but he shouldn't stop here.

Since the two met, he has been thinking about how he can help each other without affecting their friendship.

This time, it was also a chance meeting, which fulfilled his wish.

Xia Chenglin thought that even without the assistance of crystal pillars, he could still cultivate the Blood Vault of Heaven.

Seeing what his friend said, Luo Hou didn't continue to ask. In his opinion, it's better for friends to be simpler:
"Speaking of which, you cut me off again today..."

Before I finished speaking, I heard Xia Chenglin say: "This matter is easy to talk about, I can still afford to pay for a good knife, but before that, you have to sort out your skills first, I won't talk to Feng Qing about the day. "

Although, the knife couldn't bear Luo Hou's skill and was forcibly broken.

After all, his martial arts are very domineering, but he uses a long knife. Normally, he is fine, and ordinary monsters can kill a lot of monsters with one move, but it is not enough to confront a master.

"Ah."

Seeing his friend's serious expression, Luo Hou didn't say much, and began to meditate on the couch.

After confirming that he was fine, Xia Chenglin didn't stay any longer, as he also had other things to deal with.

In addition, with the personality of a good friend, it was okay before he woke up, but now that he is awake, he must not like him wasting time here.

Of course, the greater possibility is that you can't save your face.

Don't ask him why he knows, the question is that he grew up on the Defeng Ancient Road and has rich experience in this area.

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While Xia Chenglin and Yu Lijing were fighting in the Western Wulin, the instigator who was far away in the Central Plains was also not idle.

After all, before unloading, there are too many things that need to be arranged in advance.

On the Temple of Pure Heart...

In front of the desk that has not changed for thousands of years, I saw two figures sitting quietly, each busy.

One is wearing a black Confucian shirt, which is embroidered with gold embellishments. The jade crown bundles up the fiery red hair, and the golden pupils are so deep that people can't tell the depth.

One is dressed in white, with aqua-blue veil in between, and her long, snow-like hair cascades down her temples. The bun is dotted with a few pearl hairpins, showing elegance.

After the last dossier was finished, Lin Chongyang hung the brush back on the pen holder, got up and stretched his muscles and bones:
"Except for the ones I have already solved, almost all the things that Cheng Lin needs to take over after he succeeds are here."

Stacks of books and files were neatly placed next to the desk, which was the result of his return from West Martial Arts.

With the help of people around him, it took only a few months to sort out and re-edit all the affairs since his succession.

On the other side of the table, Ji Wuxia, who had just finished binding the last book, raised her hand and rubbed between her swollen brows when she heard the words:
"They may not necessarily handle these things better than you."

Before this, she never felt that one day she would understand him so thoroughly.

The content recorded in it is a headache just to read it once, let alone describe it one by one, and even add a lot of notes and appendices when describing it.

Of course, the most important thing is that these contents are all a person's experience, and based on her understanding of him, some of them should be hidden.

Everything is relative, this truth Ji Wuxia understood very early on, just like the person in front of her...

Haori can not only bring vitality, but also bring destruction.

However, she didn't think he did anything wrong. The invaders never cared about the suffering of the common people, and when the same thing happened to them one day, they shouldn't complain.

Similarly, the aggressors will not repent of their actions, they will only regret their defeat.

Regarding these matters, Ji Wuxia sees them thoroughly, and she must also see them thoroughly.

"Inheritance is necessary. If the seniors don't get out of the way, how can the younger generations really grow up?" Lin Chongyang returned to his seat at the same time as he spoke.

For their lineage, the word inheritance is of great significance.

After placing the bound books properly, looking at the strictly classified files beside her, Ji Wuxia sighed softly: "That being said, are you really relieved?"

If he could rest assured, he would not have made so many preparations, and even painstakingly made a lot of notes and appendices.

Even so, he still wants to pass it on, even if those younger generations whom he places high hopes on will not do better than him.

Just like his answer, it was still the him she knew:
"Naturally, it is difficult to rest assured that no matter how they grow up, they are still juniors in my eyes.

There are some things that they don't need to do. If the juniors do all the things, what do the seniors need to do? "

Lin Chongyang himself knew that the native land of the miserable environment was fine, and the influence of the Confucianism was great enough. In alien lands like Tianjiang and the Elven World, it was he himself, not the Confucianism, who was really related to them.

This is a blessing, but it is not a good thing. Lin Chongyang regards the Defeng Ancient Road as his home, so he doesn't want everything to be related to him alone.

He even hopes that their lineage can continue to prosper, and this cannot be done by him alone.

If only one generation is strong, once the generation is broken, it will be devastated.

The contradictory words make people want to laugh, but they can't laugh: "So you left so many things?"

"This is a necessary temper, otherwise how will they grow? When will they be able to stand alone?"

Leaning on the back of the seat, Lin Chongyang closed his eyes lightly, raised his hand to pinch the center of his brows, and relieved the mental pressure, and his tone inevitably contained some melancholy:
"The rise and fall of a line, the weight of it, is far from being as easy as it sounds."

Just like what he said to Xia Chenglin, when it is best to take on this responsibility, the life that originally belonged to him no longer belongs to him alone.

There are too many responsibilities on the shoulders that cannot be let go, but they all need to be let go after all.

Back then, all the elders pinned their hopes on him, and now he also pins their hopes on the younger generations.

(End of this chapter)