Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 87 Difficulties in the world (for the leader Ulay 123 plus the second)

  Sanshan City.

  Sun Xiaoman hurriedly walked into his mother's room.

Since the end of Yu Hengfeng’s World War I, Dou Yuemei locked herself in her room and couldn’t get out. Sun Xiaoman took care of the affairs of the city. She did not even appear as the new dean of Sanshancheng Taoyuan. .

  This is the first time I am willing to meet people in so many days.

   "...Mother." Seeing Dou Yuemei's first glance, Sun Xiaoman's 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. Since Yu Hengfeng returned without success in a battle, several disciples of the Daoyuan with good talents have all transferred to other cities, saying that they can't be seen here. To hope.

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

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

   "I still locked myself in the room, saying I never want to talk to you again."

   Dou Yuemei sighed, and said in a bit of confusion: "It seems that I am really angry this time."

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

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

  She was not good at dealing with the affairs of the City Lord’s Mansion, but Sun Xiaoyan was incapable of taking charge, and her mother became so depressed and depressed all day. She can only reluctantly.

  For her, she would rather carry a sledgehammer against hundreds of masters than bury the first case.

   "Come here these days, I also want to understand." Dou Yuemei slightly cheered up and sighed: "Sanshan City still has to survive, and your brother's practice can't be abandoned. The most important thing is that my mother can't delay you anymore."

  Sun Xiaoman raised his eyes and looked at her: "Mother..."

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

   is really unimaginable. As a woman who takes her husband as the spiritual support and has absolute confidence in him. How desperate it takes to say such a thing. Will deny her husband’s efforts.

  Sun Xiaoman felt that what her mother said was incorrect, but she did not know how to refute it.

   "Your master is very strong, but my mother insisted on keeping you with me back then, because my mother is conceited that one day she will not lose to him. If you live with your mother, your practice will not be affected."

   Dou Yuemei was a little lowered: "Now... mother can never surpass him."

  At that time, Dou Yuemei was sitting in front of the vanity mirror she usually sits on, with her back facing the mirror. The sunlight shone through the panes and hit her haggard face, making her look paler.

  Sun Xiaoman simply sat on the floor, the silver hammer swayed on his wrists, with his hands as pillows, his head leaned against his mother's knee.

Dou Yuemei stroked her temples, and continued: "Pure martial arts, there is no complete road yet. So the road of Wufu is difficult to walk. Your master is just one of the explorers. Many times you You can only rely on yourself and think more."

   "Hmm." Sun Xiaoman's voice was soft.

   "You are gifted. Before the twelfth heaven, it was a Pingchuan for you, so the cultivator before the inner palace will not talk about it."

  Dou Yuemei took out a pamphlet, which was so thin that there were only a few pages of paper: "This is a little bit of my mother’s experience in exploring the seeds of magical powers, you take it. The great roads have the same goal by different routes, and it may be a little help for you."

Seeing that Sun Xiaoman received it, she continued to sigh: "The warrior stepped into the Thirty-Three Heavens. It is still only an imagination. No one has ever achieved it. I really don't know, where will my daughter go?"

  Sun Xiaoman raised one hand, and the small silver hammer shook: "Go to the highest point!"

   Dou Yue smiled, she reached out and scraped her daughter's nose: "Go, go."

  Sun Xiaoman stood up and stepped barefoot on the ground: "Mother, I'm leaving, then?"

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

  Sun Xiaoman suddenly smiled slyly: "Before you leave, I will help you educate Sun Xiaoyan!"

   Seeing Dou Yuemei opening her mouth to stop, she snatched: "Mother, you listen to me. It's okay to hit the child, it's good for the body and mind. Don't bear it. Dad has gone, and the past stopped in the past. But the future is still very long!"

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

   "Go go! What do you know!"

  My daughter is gone, and went to beat her son.

   Dou Yuemei felt a sense of relief inexplicably. She threw this strange idea out of her mind.

  Turned around and looked at the vanity mirror.

  In the mirror, there is a face that hasn't been applied with powder, although it is haggard, but still can see a beautiful outline.

  She stretched out her hand, stroked her face lightly, and sighed faintly: "Devil, you died so early, do you think it's worthless? What a pity, my beautiful face..."

  ……

   Jiang Wang is certainly no stranger to Vice Yuan Song Qifang, and he has no shortage of respect. Dong A was demoted to Fenglin City, but it was just a matter of the past few years. Before that, Song Qifang had been in charge of Fenglin City Taoist Academy.

  Of course, limited by 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 deputy dean, is devoted to alchemy and deduction besides teaching. It is also considered a clear division of labor, and each has its own merits.

  Because he is amiable and amiable, he has always been respected by his disciples.

  It's just that Jiang Wang really couldn't think of why Song Qifang suddenly came to him.

   "Dean Song." Jiang Wang walked into the altar room and bowed respectfully: "Are you looking for me?"

  The gray-haired Song Qifang turned back from the pill furnace and looked at Jiang Wang with a kind smile: "Jiang Wang, how is your practice recently? Are there any problems?"

   "Labor and Song Academy bother." Jiang Wang was flattered: "Teachers and learners are very responsible, and the disciples are still very shallow, and the problems are very basic. Sometimes the seniors help solve them. There are no special problems for the time being."

  Song Qifang nodded with satisfaction: "You are one of the best disciples in the city road courtyard, and the old man is assured of you."

   "The masters in the Taoist Academy are like clouds, and the disciples are ashamed to be."

"The old man has heard about you in Wangjiang City," Song Qifang turned his head and looked at the fire in the pill furnace before continuing: "You are outstanding. However, for some things, we still need to pay attention to methods and methods. Let's With Wangjiang City alone, it really doesn’t have to be so stiff."

   Regardless of what happened, the behavior of opening his mouth and buttoning the hat is really unpleasant to Jiang Wang.

   But his face remained silent, just saying: "Song Yuan teaches so."

"Of course, it is understandable for young people to be impulsive when it comes to family affairs." Song Qifang smiled and slapped the fire, as if unconsciously said: "I heard that you have an extraordinary swordsmanship that you can use in Sanshan City and Wangjiang City. Brilliant?"

   "The disciple did have a coincidence and acquired a sword skill." Jiang Wang frowned and said, "But this sword skill is not as magical as others have said."

"It's good to be ambitious and not arrogant." Song Qifang paused before turning around, looking at Jiang Wang's eyes and said: "I wonder if you would like to contribute this Taoism to the Taoist Academy? Let our Taoist Academy's work too. Other disciples can make progress. Don't worry, Daoxun will definitely count more, and the old man will make the decision for you."

  Zhuang National Taoist Academy does have a tradition of exchanging materials for Taoist honors, so that those rich disciples can contribute material resources to the Taoist Academy and the practitioners themselves. It is a good thing. Of course the exercises are also among them.

  But that is purely voluntary.

  In other words, if Jiang Wang was willing, he would have changed it a long time ago. Will he still have to wait until Song Qifang speaks?

  Shared with Zhao Rucheng, Linghe, Du Yehu, that is willing. But this does not mean that Jiang Wang has so much love for the world, taking care of the common people. It's not fraternity, it's stupidity.

   Therefore, Jiang Wang directly asked: "Does this matter mean the Dong Yuan?"

  Song Qifang's face was a little dark: "I want to come to the Fenglin City Taoist Academy. What the old man said still has some weight. Even the Dong Yuan will not disrespect the old man's opinions."

  It's no wonder that Fenglin City Taoist Academy was so mediocre in his hands before, this full of stale taste!

   Jiang Wang thought in his heart, bowed and bowed: "So, I forgive Jiang Wang for not wanting."

After saluting, he turned around and left.

  His sword hangs on his waist.

  At this time, he has his own sword-like edge.

  　Thank you book friend Luyu Shiguang for your reward! and also……

  (End of this chapter)