Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 680 Not bad enough
"Just received news that Zhang Xiji has already led a group of Sky Track Stars to the north."

On top of a tall building, Pei Xingjian held the railing with both hands, his messy white hair blown into a mess by the night wind, and he looked down at Yiyang, which had been completely transformed into a Taoist city.

It was late at night, but the whole city was still brightly lit. The loud music of Dharma drums and Taoist music was mixed with the murmuring sound of chanting, which continued to ring in people's ears.

"Oh."

A bland response came from behind Pei Xingjian.

"You are really heartless, aren't you worried at all?"

Pei Xingjian's words were carried away by the wind, sounding somewhat unreal.

"Although the old man is also a second-class master, he is not as good at fighting as the Taoist master. Moreover, he has a stubborn personality. When he was still in the New Donglin Academy, he often told us that 'the body and hair are given by parents'. He is very disgusted with things like mechanical bodies and prosthetic limbs. Although he did not order them to be banned, he never touched a single hair in his life."

Pei Xingjian frowned, "His body is almost exhausted now. If he were to face Zhang Xiji, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand his torture."

"I know what you said, but isn't Li Jun still here?"

A figure approached.

Zhang Siyuan imitated the other person's movements and pressed his elbows against the railing, pressing his body lower than Pei Xingjian. Under the slightly open collar, one could see a few bloodstains on the white lining of his shirt.

The injuries sustained in the battle of Chengdu Prefecture have not yet fully healed.

"Besides him, there are also people from the Faxu Merchants."

"To put it bluntly, they are not our family."

Pei Xingjian shook his head: "People's hearts are hidden. Even though we seem to be in the same boat now, you never know when they will suddenly turn around and bite you."

"I'm not familiar with Shang Sigu, so I can't be sure, but Li Jun is definitely not that kind of person. If he wanted to do something, I don't know how tall the grass on my grave would be now."

Zhang Siyuan turned his head to look at the stern-looking old man and suddenly grinned.

"Uncle Pei, if my father were here right now, he would definitely be very happy to hear what you said."

Zhang Siyuan recalled: "You don't know that when you left Beizhili in anger and threatened to sever the relationship between teacher and student with the old man, the light in his study was not turned off all night."

Pei Xingjian took a deep breath upon hearing this, and held it in his lungs for a long time before slowly exhaling.

"If we don't share the same ideals, we can't work together. I really can't stand the dirty things that the New Donglin Party and the aristocratic families have done. Rather than staying there and annoying people, I'd rather pack up and leave. Out of sight, out of mind. And it won't put your father in a dilemma."

"Why is he in such a dilemma? Who could possibly make him in such a dilemma? He just asked for it."

Zhang Siyuan curled his lips and said, "The biggest problem of this old man is that he likes to keep things to himself. He obviously wants to make some changes to the Confucian order, but he just doesn't want to speak out, as if speaking out will cause a lot of trouble, and he has made you angry for so many years in vain."

Zhang Siyuan pretended to bow and said with a smile: "The son pays for the father's debt. I'm here to apologize to you on his behalf."

"Okay, stop bullying me with your words. It makes me look like a petty woman."

Pei Xingjian glared at him and said, "Your father certainly has his own considerations and concerns when he did this. How dare you, a jerk who uses 'mathematics and arts' as a crosshair, criticize him?"

"It's my fault. I didn't know what was good for me."

Zhang Siyuan smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"And the timing was definitely not right at that time. If your father had rashly pushed for the new policy, without external pressure, the Confucian Order would have instantly fallen apart, and I'm afraid it wouldn't even be able to maintain the current status quo."

"So it has to be my Uncle Pei, who is generous and has a high position. He solved my doubts in just a few words."

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Pei Xingjian looked helpless: "Sometimes I really doubt whether you are the teacher's son. Who did you learn this skill of flattery from? Li Bufeng or Liu Jinxun?"

"You forgot that I grew up eating at many different houses."

Zhang Siyuan was not ashamed of this, but said proudly: "If I didn't even have this much vision, I would have starved to death in some corner long ago."

"So don't try to comfort me here. Your father threw you out for so many years. Don't you hate him?"

Pei Xingjian's gentle gaze fell on the smiling face of the man.

"If I say I don't hate you at all, I'd be lying. I could have been one of the most wealthy and powerful young men in this empire, with unlimited wealth at my fingertips. I could have summoned even the third rank at will, and I could have been as arrogant as I wanted. But in the end, I had to live without a father or mother for so many years, with no food or clothes to eat, and being looked down upon by others. No one would be happy about that."

"You have no idea how miserable my life was back then. Forget delicacies from land and sea. Even the original rice, flour, oil and eggs were only eaten a few times a year. I could even eat the synthetic garbage that those black-hearted old farmers in Nongxu made. I couldn't bear to throw it away after eating it. I would fill it with water and keep it ready. Who knows, I can take it out and sip it sometime."

"Sometimes I was so hungry that I could not bear it any more. I would steal or rob. When people were not paying attention, I would pounce on them, grab the food and stuff it into my mouth. Then I would fall to the ground, hold my head with both hands, and let others punch and kick me. Sometimes I would be unlucky and get kicked in the stomach. Then I would have to vomit up not only today's food, but also yesterday's. I would just get beaten for nothing."

"So, which of the six arts of Confucianism should I learn? Of course I will only learn the art of archery. In my opinion, guns and crossbows are more reasonable than words. If anyone doesn't listen, I will shoot him in the head, and he will be obedient after he dies."

Zhang Siyuan talked incessantly, as if he was trying to pour out all the bitterness in his stomach.

At this time, the sound of Taoism for saving people was still heard on the ground.

The wind from high above is blowing away the bitter words of the world, and no one knows where it is blowing.

"In order to survive these years, I have worked as a laborer, a vendor, a gang member, and a garrison officer. As the old saying goes, there are 360 ​​professions in this world, but the only roads I could see at the time were a few narrow and rugged paths.

"Even so, there were still a lot of people blocking the way ahead, and those behind were also pushing and shoving. I was squeezed in the middle, without even a chance to breathe."

"But it's not like I haven't had good days."

Zhang Siyuan looked nostalgic, smacked his lips and said, "I think the most comfortable years were when I was a temple servant sweeping the Confucius Temple in a remote town in Nanzhili. There wasn't much to do, and the three meals were provided. During the day, I would nod my head to the 'zhihuzheya' and at night I would sneak into the Huangliang dreamland of the Confucius Temple."

"At that time, I thought, hey, this dream is really fucking good, I can get whatever I want. The only drawback is that when I wake up from the dream, I feel cold and I have to stay in bed for half an hour to warm up."

Zhang Siyuan stiffened his neck and shouted, "Uncle Pei, please be fair. Is there anyone in this world who is a father like this?"

"The old man is really a piece of shit. He only cares about himself and makes his son wander around. I think he should lock up his memory, seal his abilities, and throw him into this world to experience the fickleness of human nature and the cruelty of the world!"

Pei Xingjian cursed viciously, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"It's not that serious. I'm tough, so I can bear a little hardship. He's so old, how can he stand such a torment?"

Zhang Siyuan scratched his head with a wry smile, then looked up at the dark, starless night sky above his head.

"I hate him, I really do. I always thought that if I ever got better, I would find this old man and scold him in front of him for three days and three nights. If he has other sons, that would be even better. I would break their hands and feet with my own hands to vent my hatred."

Zhang Siyuan's eyes were empty, and he muttered, "But when I regained my memory and identity, I suddenly found that I didn't hate him that much, because I understood why he did it. I also knew that the hardships he had endured, although different from mine, were more than mine." "At most, I would slap myself in the face sometimes and curse myself, asking why I had to be so sensible? Could it be that I have really been used to being a poor man who accepted everything and couldn't even be a spoiled brat who showed off his temper?"

"Besides that, sometimes I feel puzzled, as if a piece of my memory is missing for some unknown reason."

Zhang Siyuan turned to look at Pei Xingjian, "Tell me, if the old man really threw me out when I was little, how did such a young kid survive? Why in my memory, it seems that I have been a teenager since the beginning?"

Pei Xingjian showed an expression of as expected, and said jokingly: "So you have been talking so much just to hear from me what you have forgotten, right?"

"Tell me about it. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. I just don't want to always forget something."

Pei Xingjian knew in his heart that Zhang Siyuan might have already guessed it.

However, years of wandering have made him lack confidence, and he is afraid that the facts may not be what he expected.

But if I don't ask, it will always be like a thorn in my throat and I can't forget it.

"You did leave your home in the capital when you were young."

Pei Xingjian paused and said, "But before you were twelve years old, it was your father who held your hand and accompanied you across most of the empire. But he did not unlock this memory for you, perhaps because he did not want too much of his shadow in your life."

"This old man has too many thoughts every day. As the saying goes, fathers and sons fight together in battle. If he really wants to destroy the world, I should be the one to hold his horse and stirrup for him. After going through so many circles, am I not doing the same thing now?"

"Different."

Pei Xingjian shook his head gently: "Shoulder to shoulder does not necessarily mean we are on the same path. You have your own ideas and concepts. You are doing these things now because in your heart filial piety is more important than reason. But when the dust has settled for all of us, one day you will also forge ahead for your own ideals."

"You are still the teacher's son now, but by then, you will just be Zhang Siyuan, do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand everything."

Zhang Siyuan buried his head, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

"But Uncle Pei, this old man is actually a pretty good father to me, right?"

Pei Xingjian nodded heavily and laughed: "Teacher, if you can hear this, you will definitely be happier!"

Boom!
The melodious bell sounds echoed in Yiyang City, announcing that another midnight had arrived.

Looking from the high building, the streets were filled with dense crowds of people, no bigger than a finger, jostling each other and heading towards the Yiyang Taoist Palace in the center of the city.

"Infinite dragons and tigers, blessings from the Heavenly Master!"

"Infinite dragons and tigers, blessings from the Heavenly Master!"

The gathered voices rose to the sky, and the smell of incense was strong and pungent.

"When I was young, I didn't know the taste of sorrow, I loved to climb high floors. I loved to climb high floors, so I forced myself to express sorrow in order to compose new poems. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to say it but I can't. I want to say it but I can't, and I say that the cool weather is a good autumn! The words of the ancients are much more interesting than those of today's people!"

Zhang Siyuan laughed out loud, holding onto the railing and jumping down from a high place.

boom!
The bustling Yiyang Taoist Palace in the distance was engulfed by the exploding flames, and the panicked screams instantly drowned out the Taoist sounds in the city!

The strong wind made the old man's robe rustle.

Pei Xingjian gathered the messy hair at his temples with both hands, carefully tied it into a bun on top of his head, and spoke in a cold voice.

"kill!"

The sea of ​​Huangliang is dark and the realm of dreams is boundless.

In the boundless deep sea, a huge sea beast with the head of a killer whale and the body of a whale was wandering around freely.

Perhaps unable to bear the lifeless, lonely and empty seabed, the giant beast suddenly accelerated, swung its tail, leaped out of the sea, and roared towards the sky.

Boom!

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the clouds, and the pale light illuminated the entire appearance of the giant beast.

In the pair of wide-open tiger eyes, light and shadow were dazzling, like a bizarre world with tall buildings and bright lights.

There were some blurry and tiny figures standing in the left and right eyes. It was impossible to tell whether they were male or female, but they were clearly separated and confronted each other from a distance across their tiger-head noses.

boom!
The huge beast's body smashed into the sea, causing waves over ten feet high that turned into heavy rain and poured down.

Wow.
"Will this rain never stop? It's so annoying."

The man cursed under his breath, shook off the raindrops on the back of his hand, and put his hand back into his sleeve. But even so, the annoying dampness still lingered, making him very uncomfortable.

In desperation, the man could only quicken his pace.

"On July 18th of the third year of Jiaqi, a unique fistfight will be held at the Peace Hotel in Tianjin. The two sides are the Kunlun slaves from foreign countries and the Japanese pirates from the criminal district. Both are lowly slaves who have committed many evil deeds. The winner will win a way to live."

Passionate voices emanated from the billboards standing on the street.

The man showed no interest at all, and without stopping, he turned and went into the alley. He lowered his head, avoided the dirty water under his feet, and pushed open the door of a house deep in the alley.

The yard is not big, with only a simple entrance.

As soon as the man stepped over the threshold, a strong stench and smell of blood hit his nose.

".Life and death are determined by fate, but wealth and honor are not from heaven! The more you suppress, the more you eat, and the less you suppress, the more you eat. Peace Hotel sincerely invites you to come and enjoy this exciting and fierce slave fist fight"

The sound of an advertisement could be vaguely heard in the distance. The man's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He rushed into the yard and kicked open the door of the main hall.

boom!
Damp and cold air poured into the door. A young scholar in elegant clothes was sitting on a chair facing the door, with his head hung and not moving.

There was a bloody mess between his legs, with the dried black blood coagulating into one lump.

The blood and stench that filled the entire yard came from this.

"Boss, I'm Lu Hu, I found the person."

The man clenched his fists and made crackling sounds, muttering to himself in a deep voice: "But he has been killed by Tianque."

(End of this chapter)