I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Have an inside story?"

Xu Xiaoshou keenly smelled something wrong.

He had suspected that the eight masters were so versed earlier, how could it be so easily cut by the three swords by the Hua Chang Deng.

Listening to the legend before, I felt unbelievable.

But Mei Siren also said the same, not only affirmed the truth of the legend, but skipped the intermediate steps, and the final step was the result of Yutu killing the sacred mountain of Guizhe.

Eight statues are versed in playing with Hua Chang Deng, what is the matter with Master Guang Yutu?

Moreover, even if the eight masters are really beheaded, the target of revenge should be Hua Chang Deng, right?

Why did you find the previous lord of the Holy Spirit Hall?

Besides, Xu Xiaoshou felt that it was a fair matchup.

The eight masters are inferior to humans, and if they fail, they will fail. Shouldn't You Tu be able to pull his face down and bully the younger?

so…

"In the course of this decisive battle, what did the previous master of the Holy Spirit Hall do?" Xu Xiaoshou asked probedly.

Mei Si smiled without saying a word, avoiding the question: "Aren't you familiar with him? Just ask the person yourself, because the old man is also an unrelated person."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He naturally knows that the "he" in Mr. Siren's words refers to the eight masters.

Now his identity as a saint slave is no longer a secret in front of Old Jianxian.

From this point of view, it seems that Mr. Siren is not very opposed to the position of saint slaves?

In other words, from the attitude that Meisi wanted to come in to help, but couldn't help, he seemed to be very biased towards the position of the saint slave?

"The direction of the saint slave is right?" Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but guess like this.

But he felt a headache again.

Speaking on the bright side, in any case, the holy slave is just a dark force, and the holy temple is the organization of justice.

The latter maintains the stability of the mainland, which is no less than a thousand years old.

But unfortunately, there are too many people who come in contact with him along the way, and they have the heart to challenge the authority of the Holy Spirit Temple.

The specific reason cannot be said.

But it's not that everyone is attracted by the personality charm of the eight masters, right?

Xu Xiaoshou wondered, and carefully asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "If it is Mr. Siren, how would you view the position of the Holy Spirit Temple?"

He felt that the old monster Meisi who had lived for hundreds of years, had witnessed the history and things, should be more thorough than the "old people" of the current era.

Therefore, to a large extent, the words of the Meisi people can represent the truth of history.

"Situation..."

Mei Siren murmured, somewhat embarrassed and emotional:

"You have to admit that for thousands of years, the existence of the Temple of the Holy Spirit is equivalent to the pillar of the world. It has inherited the darkness and has cast light on most of the world's people."

"This continent, because of the existence of the temple of the Holy Spirit, has had stability for thousands of years."

"When there is injustice in the world, the Temple of the Holy Spirit will send people to trial; when there is darkness and crime in the world, white clothes will immediately dispatch; when there are signs of strange power and chaos in the world, red clothes resolutely stepped forward."

"Everyone approves of the Temple of the Holy Spirit."

"If justice can be equalized by'quality' and'quantity', then the Temple of the Holy Spirit is the same scale. It has achieved what ordinary forces cannot do. For most people in the world, it is close to perfect... fairness! "

Xu Xiaoshouxin said that this Mandarin is not what I want.

What I want is not the opinion of most people, but the opinion of you alone, Mr. Siren.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Mei Siren smiled and faced: "Compared to all living beings, do you think that the view of a person is very important?"

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and said, "You are also one of the many beings."

Mei Siren was slightly surprised, but didn't say much, and gave his own opinion: "The old man feels that the Holy Temple has achieved its ultimate, and it can be regarded as...very good."

"Not bad?" Xu Xiaoshou pressed harder step by step: "So Mr. Siren thinks that existences like the holy slaves and Xuyue Ash Palace are actually wrong?"

Mei Siren nodded and shook his head again.

Xu Xiaoshou frowned, wondering what it meant.

"They are not necessarily right, but they are also right." Mei Siren explained.

Xu Xiaoshou was even more confused.

What kind of explanation is this?

It's okay if you don't say it, but it makes people even more confused.

Mei Siren smiled and shook his head: "Don't talk about this first, the old man will tell you a story."

"Sir, please." Xu Xiaoshou sat down right away.

The old sword fairy slowly said, "The old man has been alive for hundreds of years, and the five continents have basically gone through, including the spirit refining world and the duny world."

"In the dunya, there is such a strange phenomenon."

"Merchants are in business, farmers are farming, and the dynasty has a life of prosperity and decline for a hundred years."

"The world is peaceful when it is rising, and the people are suffering when it is falling, and at all times, people in the world follow a certain rule and live a given life."

"Working farmers may have no harvest due to a natural disaster and have been hard for several years, but they still have to pay tribute to the dynasty that has ensured their safety, even if they are already very poor."

"Businessmen may rely on primitive accumulation, or wash their hands from other gold pots, and turn from black to white. Too many people use a certain amount of effort to fight hard."

"Those who lose are eliminated in the dust of history, and those who win make a lot of money, begin to realize commercial monopoly, and reach the pinnacle of life, even if their wisdom, status, means, and strength... In fact, their wealth is not the same. equivalence."

"And these people only need to pay tribute to the dynasty that has formulated such rules."

"The rich discriminate against the poor, and the poor hate the rich, but within the rules, there are few disputes."

"Dynasty, as the rule maker, has actually achieved fairness in a certain sense."

Speaking of this, Mei Si had a meal.

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to understand something, and seemed to be still in a cloud, "So?"

Mei Siren continued: “A very small number of people realize that the rule-makers have actually only achieved fairness in a certain sense.”

"A small number of people who felt that they were still injustice gathered together, so they all flagged and shouted the uprising, whether it was success or failure."

"The loser may make the dynasty wake up, perfect its rules, or be strongly suppressed. If the bubble phantoms, it will fall short."

"Successful people may be able to uphold their original heart and achieve fairness in a greater sense, or they may become kings, arrogant and extravagant, and then be overthrown by the next group of people."

"Do you think who is right and who is wrong?"

Mei Siren asked suddenly, as if knocking on the head, it caught people off guard.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he could not answer.

Old Jianxian's words actually brought out all the answers.

At this point, he probably understood what the dark forces such as the saint slaves and Xuyue Ash Palace represented in Mr. Siren's story.

And what role does the Temple of the Holy Spirit play.

"Successful, who is right?" Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows.

"You are clever!" Mei Siren laughed and scolded: "It is true that history is written by successful people, but when a dynasty has formulated rules that are close to perfection that can last thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, the next A person who wants to overthrow it, who can guarantee that he can do better?"

Xu Xiaoshou was startled.

"So, in all the words the old man said to you, there are only'maybe wrong' and'maybe right', but there has never been a definite'right' answer." The Mei Siren picked up the tea cup and gave it to the young man in front of him. Leave time to think.

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

It is true that the Meisi people are not like the eight masters, who will give an answer that is no or no.

He is like a bystander of history, like an outsider, who has witnessed the history of the mainland for hundreds of years, and he is not easy to judge.

As for the eight masters who know the authorities, from his perspective, his answer is correct.

Xu Xiaoshou knocked on the tea table and said: "It is precisely because of injustice that some people will revolt. They may not be able to do better, but it is not wrong to try bravely... So from this point, Sheng Slave , Ghosts and Beasts, they have an answer that they want to fight for, which is closer to perfection. They are right!?"

At the end of the sound, the sigh became a questioning tone.

Meisi took a sip of tea to sooth his throat, put down his teacup, and said leisurely: "If the old man tells you, there is an empire above the dynasty. Any rebel army has only one way to annihilate for thousands of years. Given the name of a dark force, and even the turmoil of the mainland, they have indeed broken the rules and created more disasters. Do you still think they are right?"

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded: "So the saint slaves are wrong? The eight masters are the bosses who are in trouble, sure to die!?"

Mei Siren smiled: "The old man never said that."

Xu Xiaoshou felt a toothache: "That is to say, the Temple of the Holy Spirit is right? According to Mr., they did achieve a large degree of fairness. For individuals, they may not be able to do better than them. Okay, so...so I should actually join the Temple of the Holy Spirit to maintain the justice and order that they have enacted for thousands of years?"

Mei Siren smiled again and asked, "But it has always been like this, right?"

Xu Xiaoshou's head buzzed blankly.

He only felt that the thunder had hit his mind, and he was empowered.

Has it always been this way?

Yes!

Maybe this is what the eight masters, ghost beasts, etc. think?

Regardless of the other facts, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't agree with the practice of red clothing on ghosts and beasts linking the nine races.

Perhaps most ghosts and beasts are like the rebel army, messing up the world and creating turmoil.

But there is really an enthusiasm for oneself, for a clan, and even for a continent, eager for a fairer existence, right?

Clan strain...

Does it fit?

Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a long time.

He thought of the situation of the ghost beast.

Thinking of the battle between the Eight Masters and Hua Chang Deng, Yu Tu cut off the previous master of the Holy Temple.

I thought of those forces who were still surviving in the dark, even under the shining of the only righteous light for thousands of years.

If it is really called "justice", maybe there will be no injustice, and there will be no breeding of dark things, right?

Therefore, the so-called justice of the Temple of the Holy Spirit is only one-sided justice!

It was in the words of Mr. Siren, who did not dare to agree with, undeniable, but had to accept it, because it had existed for too long, and it became a so-called "correct" system that regulates people's lives!

"I seem to understand." Xu Xiaoshou muttered to himself.

Before this night, he didn't know the positions of the major forces competing against each other.

But after talking with Mr. Siren, he suddenly came to his senses.

Perhaps what everyone is fighting for is the concession of the other side.

"I am justice" is not necessarily required.

As a spiritual refiner, the biggest difference compared to the choices made by farmers, businessmen, and injustices in the face of injustice, perhaps lies in...

I know.

I act.

I can!

Fighting a whole world with your own power is a myth that cannot happen in the dunya.

But in the world of spirit refining, there are indeed people who can do it, and use their own power to crush an entire era.

For example...Eight Masters!

Xu Xiaosui's heart was pounding, and his blood was boiling.

He suddenly understood the intention of the eight masters.

Perhaps the three-line innate, the eight masters of sword immortal for three years, really have the power to challenge an entire dynasty.

But in the end he was suppressed by the "empire".

However, a genius who has crushed an entire era is still a genius.

As long as he doesn't die, as long as he wants to fight, he can always make a comeback and make a comeback.

So in Void Island, there is a legend of "black and white veins, all respect me".

So after the mainland has been dormant for forty to fifty years, there are rumors that the holy slave will rise again and the Eighth Sword Immortal will return to the arena.

This time, I understood who the real opponent was.

The eight masters who know how to fight are no longer limited to one dynasty.

All his plans and layouts are for the real behind the dynasty, the real behind-the-scenes man named "Empire"!

"I see…"

Xu Xiaoshou said again, there was a bright light in his eyes.

He understood the position of the saint slave, and also knew the ultimate meaning of joining the saint slave as a **** and staying here.

Even the eight masters of such geniuses need to sink for decades for some reason.

How can Xu Xiaoshou, the master of the talented area, take months, years, or even just a few decades to subvert the nearly perfect rules that have survived thousands of years?

However, there is no need to settle again.

Too many people are doing and accomplishing things like "dormant".

Saint slaves, Xuyue Ash Palace...

In other words, all the forces that are not part of the Holy Spirit Temple!

Whether it was declared war or not, these...

It's none of your business!

Before becoming a chess player in charge of these, the only thing I have to do is really just to do my duty, stir up shit, make the situation more chaotic, and then develop in chaos.

Finally, before everyone can react.

Transformed, soaring for nine days!

"Dead old man, I seem to understand what you mean and what you say..."

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Sang Lao.

Every time he thinks of Sang Lao, he has a newer interpretation of Sang Lao's "cage theory".

What kind of people have gone through to sum up the cage theory of "the lake is the sky, and the sky is beyond the sky"?

It is the generation who has received such a blow to say to my apprentice that seemingly inconsequential, but in fact, it is full of life philosophy...

"Before you have absolute strength, be serious and make a chess piece!"

Opposite the tea table, Mei Siren stood up suddenly.

"It seems you understand something..."

He took a deep look at Xu Xiaoshou, and didn't care about his words, what thoughts the other party had had.

Maybe it's giving up.

Perhaps it is more persistent.

But in any case, these have nothing to do with him.

Mei Siren turned around and paced, came to the windowside, looked at the Void Island by the moonlight, and whispered softly: "Old man, I'm leaving..."

Xu Xiaoshou quickly got up.

In the conversation tonight, he was actually asking.

But at the beginning, it was Mr. Siren who came here by himself.

Therefore, the old gentleman is here to answer all the doubts he has accumulated all the way. In the end, is he here to say goodbye?

"Where to go?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't think that Mr. Siren was going to sleep in the training room.

Rao Yaoyao has already focused on Mr. Siren, even if he is persuaded to leave, for the sake of stability on the first floor in the sky, Mr. Siren should not continue to stay.

"Go to the next stop, to find the next person, to chase another possibility that can shake the mind of the old man." Mei Siren turned around, polite and gentle, with a smile on his face.

"What is the possibility?" Xu Xiaoshou was startled.

"Xu is Yutu, Xu is the eight masters, and Xu is you, is Xu..." Mei Siren said, and her figure suddenly became transparent and dim.

It wasn't until the whole body was broken into light spots that diffused with the wind, Xu Xiaoshou reacted, what did the old Jianxian say.

"You don't believe me, you are still looking for..."

He sat back on the tea table with a little depression, poured himself a cup of tea, and came to the window sill with his hand, and came to the position where the Meisiren stood before disappearing.

He also looked at the Void Island, his gaze crossed, but he seemed to see the Guizhe Sacred Mountain far away in the Middle Territory.

"Actually, I don't need to look anymore..."

"Eight Masters know that they will fail once, but Xu Xiaoshou can't."

"Eight masters know what can't be done, in time, I will be able to do it!"