I will live forever in the martial arts world

King Qin's son Ying Zheng returned to the country. This incident had a great or small impact on the Qin State.

Speaking more broadly, the new king Ying Yiren now only has one child on his knees, and that is the son Chengjiao he gave birth to to Mrs. Han who was appointed by Mrs. Huayang after he returned to Qin.

Now that Ying Zheng has returned from Handan, it means that the original Cheng Jiao is not the only son of the new king, and Ying Zheng is still the eldest son.

As for the younger ones, the current new king is at the time when he is physically strong and is far from the time when he was crown prince. Even if he has an extra son, it will not have any impact in a short time. What's more, that Ying Zheng was still the son of the new king and a lowly concubine when he was in the Zhao Kingdom. There was no maternal power in the court. Even if he wanted to compete for the crown prince, it would be difficult to win over Mr. Chengjiao, the son of the authentic wife.

Therefore, Ying Zheng's return to Qin was not a big deal in the whole world.

However, only Xiang Shaolong knew what this nine-year-old child would mean to the history of China after he returned to Qin.

…………

In the backyard of the wine shop.

On the Tukang bed, Wei Zhuang suddenly opened his eyes and stood up with his body propped up. Immediately, there was a "crackling" sound like fried beans. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes. When he saw clearly, he was actually It was when I was on my bed that I vaguely understood what was going on.

He lowered his head again, unbuttoned his clothes, and found that the wounds on his chest had actually healed, and the chaotic Qi in his body had long since calmed down, and he said to himself:

"It's the teacher's medicinal wine."

I got up and saw that my senior brother's bed on the other side was clean.

Wei Zhuang was about to get out of bed and put on his shoes. When he lowered his head, the hair on his temples fell down.

white.

Snow white!

He looked at the white hair in his hand absently, and said to himself: "My hair..."

"A boy's green hair turns to white hair."

A calm voice came from outside the door:

"My teacher, I would also like to ask you, isn't it just that you were defeated at the hands of someone older than you? How could you be so hit? Do you feel that you are going to die, or do you think that you are defeated and humiliated?"

Wei Zhuang looked over after hearing the sound.

Jiang Taiyi was dressed in cloth, rolled up his sleeves, walked in, and looked at Wei Zhuang: "The recovery is pretty good."

Wei Zhuang immediately knelt down in front of the teacher, remained silent for a moment, and said, "It's the disciple who made a mistake. We shouldn't have acted recklessly. We failed to pass the test that the teacher gave us."

Jiang Taiyi looked at him and said, "The battle at Juluhou Mansion was indeed a test for You and Nie'er, but why did you do it wrong?"

Wei Zhuang thought deeply: "Disciple did nothing wrong?"

Jiang Taidao: "The Guigu faction, operating vertically and horizontally, takes advantage of the unchanging contradiction between heaven and earth. In the face of contradiction, the most important thing is a question of choice. Choice, whether life or death, right or wrong, and everyone in the world is facing When making a decision, we will think about right and wrong, but the standards of right and wrong are always relative, just like the contradictions are constantly changing."

"You think you did something wrong because you knew you were outmatched, but you still didn't retreat, and almost killed you and your senior brother, so you feel guilty, but what your senior brother did was different from you , he chose to take you back in time, and you feel that you have completely lost to him, and you have lost the battle between vertical and horizontal."

Wei Zhuang was silent.

Among the Guigu disciples of all generations, there must be a winner and a loser.

He was clearly a loser in the test.

"One choice, two decisions. The dignity of our sect allows you to choose to wield your sword against the stronger one. The inheritance of our sect allows your senior brother to choose to save your lives first."

Jiang Taiyi said:

"Both choices were right under the circumstances at the time, but that doesn't mean that they will also be right if you make such a choice under the same circumstances in the future."

Wei Zhuang fell into deep thought and frowned: "Disciple thinks that senior brother is the winner in this test. Since neither of us did anything wrong, then who is the winner? What is the real answer to this test? What is it?"

Jiang Taiyi closed his eyes: "You still haven't understood it yet."

Wei Zhuang bowed his head and said, "Teacher, please give me some advice."

Jiang Taiyi looked at him and said: "Since you are a descendant of the Guigu Sect and have practiced swordsmanship with me for ten years, why don't you understand that for the strategists of the Guigu Sect, there is no permanent right or wrong in the world? , there is only an ever-changing environment, which is like a test and does not necessarily have an answer.”

Wei Zhuang looked at Jiang Taiyi and said, "Don't you need an answer?"

Jiang Taiyi: "Seeking answers means letting others make choices for you, and you give up your own choices."

Wei Zhuang thoughtfully said: "I gave up... my own choice."

Jiang Taidao: "In order to get the answer to gain the teacher's praise, the teacher's understanding of the matter will limit your vision; in order to seek the answer to be recognized by the world, then the world's eyes will blind you. My original intention is to seek answers and be able to repeat what others have said is temporarily correct on something, but I always..."

Wei Zhuang responded softly: "Don't you have your own way?"

Jiang Taiyi looked at him and said, "Your senior brother has already gone to Qin."

Wei Zhuang was stunned: "Leaved?"

He looked at the clean bed.

Jiang Taiyi said: "There are too many puzzles in these troubled times, and there are too many things without answers. As disciples of Guigu, what you and Nie Er need to do is not to wait for other people's answers, but to give answers to those in troubled times." People, create your answers.”

Wei Zhuang's eyes flickered and he said to himself: "Give answers to others and troubled times, just like the ancestors of the past generations did?"

Sun Bin, Pang Juan.

Su Qin, Zhang Yi.

Use your own vision and insights to lead the world and people and change the world.

"Weak people follow others and like to listen to other people's answers without making their own decisions."

Jiang Taiyi held up the "捭阖tactic" left by Guiguzi in one hand and said:

"The strong lead others, create answers in troubled times, and make decisions on behalf of the weak."

"Everyone in the world calls Guigu swordsmanship the strongest sword, but there is no strongest sword in the world, only the strongest people. Guigu sect is just a sect that forges strong people. As long as you become the strongest person, the sword in your hand will The sword has naturally become the strongest sword."

"Ten years of swordsmanship are just skills."

"When you get out of this small courtyard, whether you can become the strong man who dominates everything in this troubled world, you must learn to give yourself answers and make your own choices."

Wei Zhuang kowtowed.

Born in the cold palace of Zheng State, it was already a destroyed country.

The previous generation Guiguzi found himself there.

Perhaps, he has vaguely found a place where he can create answers. It is the place where he was born, which is now called South Korea.

…

Two days later.

Wei Zhuang left the wine shop.

"In just a few days, Brother Jiang sent away three disciples one after another."

The Six-fingered Black Man hadn't left yet, standing next to Jiang Taiyi and said:

"What are your plans for the future? Are you still opening a wine shop in Handan?"

Jiang Taiyi said nothing.

I just sat on the bench at the door and basked in the sun, looking at the clouds in the sky, feeling slightly in a trance.

The white clouds in the sky gather and disperse, disperse and gather again, and life is just like this.

A journey in life.

Send away three children.

Now basking in the sun, he was like an old cow chewing its cud, chewing on the memories and life of the past ten years, the plainness, the warmth, the sadness at birth and the grief at death.

It has been ten years since I came to Handan.

In the past ten years, he watched the old man die of old age, accompanied his children to grow up, and then sent the young man to leave his hometown and run to a distant place. Finally, he felt a sense of his own life.

Just like the thousands of mortal families in the world, most middle-aged men spend half their lives like this.

Unknowingly.

The bloody evil spirit in the soul melted and dissipated, turning into wisps of insights, brewing into an artistic conception...

He felt that he was about to break through.