Red Heart Survey

Sanshan City.

Sun Xiaoman hurried into his mother's room.

Ever since the Battle of Yuheng Peak ended, Dou Yuemei locked herself in her room and did not come out. All affairs in the city were handled by Sun Xiaoman. .

This is the first time in a few days that he is willing to meet people.

"...Mom." The first time Sun Xiaoman saw Dou Yuemei, his heart trembled.

So haggard and tired, is that still her mother?

"Little Man." Dou Yuemei looked at her daughter, and finally there was a trace of blood on her pale face: "How is the city?"

"It's all okay, almost." Sun Xiaoman didn't dare to say that since Yuheng Peak returned without success in the first battle, several Taoist disciples with good talents have transferred to other cities, saying that they can't see it here. to hope.

Although there are not many such people, it can be regarded as worse for Sanshan City, where talents are withered.

"That's good." Dou Yuemei didn't seem to care much about the answer, and asked, "How's your smile?"

"Still shutting myself in the room, saying that I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Dou Yuemei sighed, and said somewhat wistfully, "It seems that I'm really angry this time."

"It's okay, I'll forget about it in a while."

Sun Xiaoman's eyes were a little tired, and she tried her best not to let her mother see it.

Handling the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion is not her specialty, but Sun Xiaoyan is helpless, and her mother is depressed like this, depressed all day long. She can only do what she can.

As far as she is concerned, she would rather carry a sledgehammer and confront hundreds of masters than bury her head in a copy.

"After these days, I also want to understand." Dou Yuemei pulled herself together a little, and sighed: "Sanshan City still has to survive, and your brother's practice can't be neglected. The most important thing is, mother can't delay you any longer."

Sun Xiaoman looked up at her: "Mother..."

"Go to your master!" Dou Yuemei said with emotion: "This world is not what your father thought, everything he did was meaningless. This world is not a world of reason, but a world of the strong."

It is unimaginable. As a woman who takes her husband as her spiritual support and has absolute confidence in him. How desperate it must be to say such a thing. Only then, negate the efforts made by her husband.

Sun Xiaoman felt that what her mother said was not correct, but she didn't know how to refute it.

"Your master is very strong, but mother still insisted on keeping you by her side, because she was confident that one day she would not lose to him. Living with mother will not affect your cultivation."

Dou Yuemei was a little downcast: "Now...mother will never be able to surpass him."

At that time, Dou Yuemei was sitting in front of the vanity mirror she used to sit on, but she just sat with her back to the mirror. The sun shone through the panes and hit her haggard face, making her look paler.

Sun Xiaoman simply sat cross-legged, the small silver hammer dangling on his wrist, using his hand as a pillow, leaning his head sideways on his mother's lap.

Dou Yuemei caressed her temples, and continued: "Pure martial arts have not yet blazed a complete path. Therefore, the path of martial arts is difficult. Your master is just one of the explorers. Many times you You can only rely on yourself and think more."

"En." Sun Xiaoman said softly.

"You are gifted. Before the Twelve Heavens, you were completely flat, so I will not talk about the mothers who practiced before the Inner Mansion."

Dou Yuemei took out a booklet, which was so thin that it only had a few pages: "This is a little bit of mother's experience in exploring the seeds of supernatural powers. You can take it. The road leads to the same goal, and it may be helpful to you."

Seeing that Sun Xiaoman accepted it, she continued to sigh: "Warrior stepping on the Thirty-Third Heavens is still just an imagination. No one has ever achieved perfection. I really don't know, where will my daughter go?"

Sun Xiaoman raised one hand high, shaking the little silver hammer: "Go to the highest point!"

Dou Yuemei smiled, she stretched out her finger and scratched her daughter's nose: "Go, go."

Sun Xiaoman stood up and stepped barefoot on the ground: "Mother, shall I go?"

Dou Yuemei smiled with tears: "Let's go."

Sun Xiaoman suddenly smiled slyly: "Before I leave, I'll educate Sun Xiaoyan for you!"

Seeing that Dou Yuemei opened her mouth to stop her, she rushed: "Mother, you listen to me. It's okay to beat the child, it's good for the body and mind. Don't be reluctant. Dad has already left, and the past is still in the past. But the future is still very long!"

She jumped two steps, then turned around suddenly, blinked her eyes: "I see my master, he is very interesting to you!"

"Go, go! What do you know!"

The daughter left and went to beat the son.

Dou Yuemei felt inexplicably relieved, and she threw this strange thought out of her mind.

Turn around and look in the vanity mirror.

In the mirror, there is a face that has not applied makeup, although it is haggard, but still has a beautiful outline.

She stretched out her hand, gently stroked her face, and sighed faintly: "Damn ghost, do you think it's worthless for you to die so early? What a pity, my beautiful face..."

...

Of course, Jiang Wang is no stranger to Vice President Song Qifang, nor does he lack respect. Dong A was demoted to Fenglin City, but it was just a few years ago. Before that, Song Qifang had always been in charge of Fenglin City Taoist Academy.

Of course, due to his own strength and vision, Fenglin City Taoist Academy has always been weak under his control.

Now Dong A is in charge of the main courtyard, and Song Qifang, as the vice president, devotes himself to alchemy and deduction techniques besides teaching. It can also be regarded as a clear division of labor, and each has its own use.

Because he does not fight or grab, and is amiable, he has always been respected by his disciples.

It's just that Jiang Wang really couldn't figure out why Song Qifang was looking for him suddenly.

"Dean Song." Jiang Wang walked into the alchemy room and saluted respectfully: "Do you need me?"

The white-haired Song Qifang turned his head from the alchemy furnace, looked at Jiang Wang, and smiled kindly: "Jiang Wang, how is your practice recently? Do you have any questions?"

"Laosongyuan is bothering you." Jiang Wang was flattered: "The teaching is very responsible, and the disciples are still very shallow, and the problems are very elementary. Sometimes the brothers help solve them. There are no special problems yet."

Song Qifang nodded in satisfaction: "You are one of the best disciples in the City Dao Academy, and I am assured of you."

"There are so many masters in the Taoist school, and the disciples are ashamed."

"I've heard about you in Wangjiang City." Song Qifang turned his head to look at the fire in the pill furnace before continuing: "You are very outstanding. However, there are some things that need to be paid attention to. Let's It’s just a strip of water from Wangjiang City, so there’s really no need to be so stiff.”

No matter what happened, regardless of right or wrong, the behavior of putting a hat on when you open your mouth really makes Jiang look unhappy.

But his face remained calm, and he just said: "Song Yuan's teaching is right."

"Of course, it's understandable for young people to be impulsive when it comes to family matters." Song Qifang smiled, fanned the fire, and said seemingly unintentionally: "I heard that you have an extraordinary swordsmanship, and it is very popular in Sanshan City and Wangjiang City. Extraordinary?"

"The disciple did get a sword skill by chance." Jiang Wang frowned, and said, "However, this sword skill is not as magical as others say."

"It's good to be ambitious and not arrogant." Song Qifang paused, then turned around, looked into Jiang Wang's eyes and said, "I wonder if you would like to contribute this Taoism to the Taoist Academy? Let our Taoist Academy The other disciples can all benefit from it. Don't worry, Daoxun will definitely count, and the old man will make the decision for you."

Zhuanguo Taoist Academy does have a tradition of exchanging materials for Taoist honors, so that those wealthy disciples can contribute material resources, which is a good thing for the Taoist Academy and the cultivators themselves. Gongfa is of course also among them.

But that is purely a voluntary principle.

In other words, if Jiang Wang wanted to, he would have changed it a long time ago, why don't you wait until you, Song Qifang, speak?

Sharing it with Zhao Rucheng, Ling He, and Du Yehu is a matter of willingness. But this does not mean that Jiang Wang loves the world so much and takes care of the common people. That's not fraternity, it's stupidity.

Therefore, Jiang Wang asked directly: "Is this what Dong Yuan meant?"

Song Qifang's face was a little dark: "I think in Fenglin City Daoyuan, what the old man said still has some weight. Even the Dongyuan will not disrespect the old man's opinion."

No wonder the Fenglin City Taoist Academy was so mediocre in his hands before, it was full of stale taste!

Jiang Wang thought to himself, bowed and bowed: "So, forgive Jiang Wang for not wanting to."

After the ceremony, he turned around and left.

His sword hangs by his side.

At this time, he had the sharpness of a sword.

Thank you book friend Luyu Shishi for your reward! besides……