If I become a saint, the immortal official will call me to raise horses

"Are you ready to face the hardships of life? You will meet many people, and you will also make enemies. Perhaps you will even fall in love with someone, but ultimately it will be difficult to fulfill your wishes. Even so, you still want to go out?"

An Xin looked at An Zizai and asked, her tone somber.

An Zizai was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, because his master had finally relented.

"Gains and losses are all my fate. I just want to see, not necessarily to get anything," An Zizai looked up at his master and replied seriously.

Looking at his expression, An Xin sighed. She took out her Dao treasure, the Six Paths Mirror, and handed it to An Zizai, saying, "This is my magic weapon. I'll lend it to you. Go visit Junior Brother Chen Chuan, take out this mirror, and he will naturally see you. Just say that I want you to follow him to practice swordsmanship."

An Zizai took the Six Paths Mirror and was about to say something when An Xin handed him a jade pendant, saying that this jade pendant could guide him.

"You should leave now, or I will regret it," An Xin said with a indifferent expression.

Gu An looked back at An Zizai and smiled, "Look at how angry you've made your master. How rebellious!"

An Zizai was originally grateful to him for his previous words, but now that he heard this, the gratitude in his heart vanished.

"Master, I will come back!"

An Zizai hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed to An Xin, then stood up, glared at Gu An, and turned to leave.

An Xin watched An Zizai disappear into the horizon, then bowed to Gu An and silently left.

Gu An did not comfort An Xin, but instead had a playful mood of watching a play.

"People always yearn for freedom. The more difficult it is, the stronger the desire for freedom."

Gu An said leisurely. He had taken in many disciples and understood this very well.

However, everything must be experienced once. An Xin wants to accept disciples, so she has to face the thoughts of her disciples. After all, disciples are people with their own thoughts.

At this moment, the fishing rod trembled, and finally a fish was hooked.

Gu An immediately gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands and began to use his wits and courage to fight the fish in the lake.

Water splashed up, sprinkling on the leaves. The sunlight shone on these water droplets, making them crystal clear, as if they contained small worlds.

An Zizai's departure made the Wushi Dojo deserted again, and the other disciples also began to retreat and practice one after another.

For Gu An, whether the dojo is lively or not is not the most important thing. Time will only pass faster and faster in his eyes.

Eight hundred years later.

Gu An came to this position to fish again. While waiting for the fish to bite, he held a book in his other hand.

The sun was shining brightly, making the lake sparkle. A breeze blew, stirring his temples.

A figure walked out of the woods behind him. This was a man dressed in a martial artist's cloth, with disheveled hair, a weathered face, and stubble around his mouth. His eyes showed sadness.

It was An Zizai.

Compared to eight hundred years ago, he was completely different. He no longer had his former spirit, and his temperament seemed decadent.

An Zizai looked at Gu An's back, somewhat dazed, and a slight change occurred in his eyes.

"It's good that you're back."

Gu An replied without looking back at An Zizai.

He already knew about An Zizai's experiences over the years. Eight hundred years seemed like only a day to him, but for many people, it was a long time.

An Zizai experienced many things in these eight hundred years, witnessing the tragic deaths of his brothers and loved ones, and failing to protect those who trusted him. Too many blows had caused him to lose his former sharpness.

If it hadn't been for An Xin's Six Paths Mirror, he would have died countless times.

An Zizai looked up at Gu An, took a deep breath, and asked, "Grandmaster, is there really justice and fairness in this world? Why do some people do all kinds of evil, but they can enjoy the love of the world, and even if their sect knows their crimes, they will cover them up?"

He was talking about a great cultivator of the Dao Repository Free Immortal, from the Beidou Sect, one of the hundred sects in the human world.

That great cultivator's disciples worked for him, capturing mortals in the folk, and even some immortal cultivators were captured by him. They could be said to be doing all kinds of evil. An Zizai and his friends stood up for justice, thus offending the great cultivator's disciples, which led to a series of hatred.

An Zizai was hunted down for hundreds of years, and he also lurked for hundreds of years. He finally managed to kill that disciple, but only then did he come into contact with the truth. Facing the suppression of the Dao Repository Free Immortal, he was helpless and could only watch the people he cared about die.

The Beidou Sect even wanted to hunt him down. If he hadn't escaped to Chen Chuan's Sword Sect in time, he would have probably died.

The Sword Sect was far inferior to the Beidou Sect, but the legend of Wushi was still in the world, and the Beidou Sect was somewhat afraid.

"The path of cultivating immortality is not about morning and evening. What you see is just a fragment of the vast mortal world. Looking at it again many years later, the things that confuse you will inevitably have answers. Those evils, seemingly incomparably powerful, will also be annihilated, and right and wrong will be judged by later generations."

Gu An replied casually. For all the disciples who went out, he only guaranteed their lives, but he would not help them take revenge, so he would not interfere with An Zizai's hatred. If he wanted revenge, he would have to work hard to cultivate and rely on himself.

An Zizai's eyes became complicated, and he continued to ask, "Grandmaster, you must have lived a long time. In your opinion, is justice supreme in this world, or is it the law of the jungle?"

"Looking back on the past, no matter who laughs last, when facing history, they must raise the banner of justice. This shows that at least in this world, justice is what all living beings desire, and no one can shake it."

This was the most patient Gu An had ever been with An Zizai, without teasing or sarcasm, seriously answering his every question.

An Zizai fell into silence after listening.

A thought also flashed through his mind.

That was to kneel down and beg Grandmaster to avenge him. The Beidou Sect could stand up for its disciples, and perhaps Grandmaster would too.

But this thought came quickly and went quickly.

After all, his feud with the Beidou Sect, even if the Beidou Sect was unjust, was his initiative to interfere.

What's more, Grandmaster and Master didn't want him to go out in the first place. It was he who insisted on going out to train. Sometimes, he would also think, if he hadn't gone out, would those people have escaped?

The more An Zizai thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he even felt like he couldn't breathe.

"I can go to reincarnation and bring back all the people you care about, and let them be resurrected, but you have to consider one thing. They may live better in the next life, and they may experience more suffering after they are resurrected. You cannot predict any situation."

Gu An's voice floated over, causing An Zizai's face to change drastically, and an unbelievable look appeared in his eyes.

Go to reincarnation?

Resurrection?

An Zizai knew that his grandmaster was very strong, but he had no concept of how strong he was, but today, hearing his grandmaster's words, he felt shocked, and the entire world in front of him seemed to light up all of a sudden.