1898: C1898

C1898

The wind was blowing gently in the Moral Square.

Under the warm sunlight, a child was sitting cross-legged with his head lowered, constantly muttering to himself.

Not far away, there were three people gathered together. Two men and one woman. The woman's face was covered by a layer of mist, so it was difficult to see her appearance.

The two men's gazes were both on the woman. It wasn't strange for the woman to appear here, but it was strange that she said something.

Chu Yun was speechless, and said: "These are all personal intentions, it seems like you don't have to care so much, right?"

The woman shrugged and said, "I only sent it because I felt it. "That's why I'm talking so much with you all, seeing that you've also taken the initiative to enter this Moral Square."

It was as if she could tell that Chu Yun was getting impatient, so when she finished speaking, she sat cross-legged in front of Chu Yun and the other two, and observed the story recorded on the tiles in the Plaza.

Chu Yun and Sun Wenyu looked at each other. The feeling this woman gave them was a little crazy.

"Junior brother Sun, I am curious about the things recorded on this floor tile. Today, I will also come to see what exactly is recorded on this floor tile."

After Chu Yun finished speaking, he also lowered his head and sat down cross-legged, trying his best to comprehend the story recorded on the floor tiles.

Each floor tile told a story. As long as one focused their attention on a floor tile and focused their attention on it, the story recorded on the floor tile would appear in front of everyone.

Not long after Chu Yun lowered his head and focused all his attention on the floor tiles, a change gradually occurred on the floor tiles he was sitting on.

The floor tiles were originally green jade bricks. When placed in the Celestial Realm, they were a type of material that was hard enough to be used to carve formations.

But now, it was being used by the Hall of Virtue's master, Gui Rong, to record stories.

Not long after he concentrated on the tile, the story recorded on it slowly surfaced before his eyes.

The protagonist was a child, a three-year-old dead father, four years old dead mother's poor child.

He had grown up in a small village almost isolated from the rest of the world, and when his father had died, his brief moments of joy had become a thing of the past.

In less than a year, his mother was seriously ill. That child was less than four years old that year.

All the gold and silver in the poor families were exchanged for medicine. The expensive medicine soon emptied their family savings, and the families that had originally been saving were gradually left in the dust.

When his mother went to bed, the child had no choice but to carry a small basket that was even taller than himself. He stepped on a pair of worn-out grass shoes and followed the village's old doctor up the mountain to pick herbs.

The villagers felt sorry for the youngster and often helped him, but it was within their capabilities.

At that time, the child longed for someone to help him out and give him some medicinal ingredients. He hoped that the old doctor would treat his mother for free out of friendship with the village.

However, the old doctor only agreed to treat the mother of the child for free. As for the herbs, the old doctor clearly stated that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

At that time, the teenager was still confused, but he was still confused and understood one thing: no one helped you because of course. If you want to obtain help from others, you have to pay a corresponding price.

Later on, the old doctor didn't even have to go through the process of brewing the medicine. He passed on the process of brewing the medicine to the child. Occasionally, when there was a need to change the medicine, the old doctor would go to the child's house and inform him, and also pass on some of the processes of brewing the medicine.

Chu Yun saw that the child was an ordinary child, but the child had lost all hope in the beginning, and now, he had become more intelligent. He was not tall enough to stand on the stove, he tiptoed to live, washed the pans, and cooked for his mother who was lying sick on the bed.

A child at such a young age should have been a child with no worries or worries, but now he was burdened with the burden of taking care of his mother.

The rice in the rice bowl was dwindling, and the growth of the chronically malnourished children was slowing, but the mothers on the beds were becoming thinner.

Until the day when he was almost five years old, his skinny mother called him to the bedside. His cloudy eyes were filled with reluctance and unwillingness.

"Good son of the mother, why are you suffering so miserably?"

The mother stroked the child's cheek, and the child began to sob. He seemed to realize something.

He firmly remembered his mother's face and grabbed his mother's arm with his helpless hands. He wanted to urge her to stay, but in the end, she left the child forever.

The child became a fatherless child. That year, he was five years old.

That day, with the help of his neighbors, he buried his mother next to his father's grave. Two small mound of soil became his eternal refuge.

On that day, winter came, and the children began to live by themselves.

Herbs, straw sandals, frostbitten little hands and feet, catching fish in the trenches of the river in the middle of winter.

The lonely child had no companion to play with, and the other ignorant children bullied him, distancing themselves from him.

That year, Dong Tianleng was exceptionally cold. The broken ice he had broken the day before was sealed in ice again the next day. He burned the fire and melted the ice on the ice before catching the fish.

From the moment of his mother's death, the stubborn child no longer placed his hopes on his neighbors. Some neighbors saw him as pitiful and wanted to adopt him, but he rejected them.

That year, there was no herb to be found in the snow-covered mountains. The wind-permeated walls could not cover up the cold wind, and the dry straw was no longer warm. A worn-out quilt wrapped around the little person, shivering in the cold.

On New Year's Eve, a five-year-old child fell ill in the cold. Neighbors who had not seen their child leave the house for three days thought he was dead. They pushed open the door and found that the child was still breathing.

In the end, the old doctor could not bear the stubborn and pitiful child to die in this winter, to save him, and to allow him, a child, to become a medicine boy in a medicine store.

That year, he had endured the most difficult winter, and the old doctor had taught him that there was no such thing as good without reason. If he wanted to gain benefits, he would have to pay the appropriate price.

Therefore, even in the middle of winter, he would go to the old doctor's house before daybreak. His hands and feet were full of frostbite, and he would do some odd jobs in exchange for food and drink.

When spring arrived and the snow melted, the child carried his basket and went into the mountain to gather herbs. He went to the medicine store to exchange for some money to support himself.

As the children grew older, they would often be surrounded by a group of children younger than him. They would learn to catch fish from the children and climb trees to fish for birds' nests, unlike the other children who only wanted to be born for fun.

Children stayed in the village, day after day, year after year.

When the child grew up into a youth and he turned 14 years old, the peaceful village welcomed an elder with an immortal demeanor.

The old man claimed to be an immortal above the ninth heaven. He had already established his sect to find a group of talented people to cultivate with him.

All the children in the village were chosen. The thin and weak youth who had no one to rely on was also proven to be a talented cultivator.

On the day he left, the youth gave the rice that he had saved all these years along with a few bits and pieces of money to the people who had helped him before.

After the old deity brought the children out of the village, the astute youth felt that something was wrong. The ten children that he had been with all ate and drank very well every day, but their bodies were getting worse every day.

Then one night, the youth saw the old deity take a child into a nearby mountain forest. The young man followed him and saw the old deity revealing his claws and fangs, his transcendent appearance completely gone, and the child was soaking in a big pot. The child didn't see the greedy look in the old deity's eyes, so he thought the old deity was really giving him a small talk to help him build his foundation.

It was only when the temperature of the water rose that the child realized that something was wrong. He asked the old deity why was it so painful to reach Foundation Establishment and the old deity said that he could bear it, but the youth by the side saw the old deity's gaze on the child and drooled.

At this moment, the youth understood. The old deity wasn't an Immortal at all, but a demon in human skin.

At that moment, the young man quietly walked behind the old deity. He tied a knife to his left sleeve and gently stabbed it into the back of the old deity's heart.

The old deity, who was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person and knew some deceptive tricks, fell into a pool of blood under the young man's knife.

The illiterate youth saved the child from his ignorant gaze. He put away the old deity's clothes and took out a manual named 'Blood Refinement' from the old deity's body.

One of the ten children in the group was literate, but did not understand much of the meaning of the words.

However, the youth understood that this was an evil technique. It required drinking the blood of a child in order to reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

At that moment, the youth had burned down his cultivation technique. Under the confused looks of all the children, he did not explain anything.

The youth brought the ten children back to the village, but the news of him killing the old deity spread throughout the entire village. The ignorant children didn't know that the youth had actually saved them.

From then on, the youth was kicked out of the village. He felt that he had clearly saved those children, but why didn't the village believe him? Instead, it was the old deity that they believed in, and there were even people who said that he was an ungrateful villain.

The youth who would never be able to return to the village, the mountain forest had become his home.

The grave of his parents became his only refuge.

Even so, the youth had never resented the people who chased him out of the village. He felt that he had a clear conscience for everything he had done.

At the age of fifteen, the teenager met a beautiful girl in the back mountain. That girl would come out night and day, always looking for him to play at night.

They had become friends, and he did not know that his body was getting worse every day.

It wasn't until a month later that a middle-aged man dressed as a Daoist priest met the young man and the young woman. It wasn't until then that the young man realized that the woman was a monster.

The woman was taken away by the middle-aged Daoist Priest, but the youth never once blamed the white-clothed woman.

After all, he hadn't been killed, and that woman had no intention of harming him.

The youth became the old Daoist Priest's follower and began to travel with him.

Normally, the old Daoist would teach the youth how to read and write, as well as some superficial techniques.

The youth relied on his shallow cultivation technique to wholeheartedly cultivate.

Five years later, the boy grew into a young man, and the old Taoist, at the request of a city dweller, exterminated a monster.

The youth followed the middle-aged Spirit Master, who turned into an old man. The middle-aged Spirit Master tried to kill the old man several times to calm the anger of the people, but the youth tried to stop him.

Then, just as the Daoist priest and the youth turned around, the elderly man attacked them from behind, but the middle-aged Daoist blocked the attack from behind. The middle-aged Daoist Priest was seriously injured and was on the verge of death, so he used all his strength to send the youth away.

The young man survived, but he lost the teacher who taught him how to read, who taught him rudimentary skills.

The youth embarked on his journey to immortality by himself. He wanted to become strong and avenge the old Daoist. At the same time, he also had a correct understanding of the human heart.

Later on, the young man was lucky enough to enter the Celestial Gate, which was the sect that the old Daoist Priest belonged to. He became an outer sect disciple.

When the youth returned to the place where the old Daoist died after cultivating for a year, he avenged the youth and the old Daoist died under his sword.

Seeing that, Chu Yun could no longer be bothered to look at the later part of the story.

Chu Yun's expression was currently very complicated. If he was only a child looking at a young man, then this person was undoubtedly a very pitiful and stubborn person.

However, from the moment the youth was kicked out of the village, he felt that the youth was too pedantic. Furthermore, the death of the youth's master in the hands of the demons made him feel even more hopeless.

For such a person to be able to carve a story on a floor tile, he really didn't know what to say.

Just then, Sun Wenyu's voice sounded beside Chu Yun's ears, "What story did I see?"

Without waiting for Chu Yun to ask, Sun Wenyu said, "I saw the image of a fool! That fool, he was bullied from young to old age, and was bullied to death by others in the end without any regrets before he died. How could there be such a fool in this world! "

Sun Wenyu's character was actually very good. After reading a story, he was actually so angry that he directly cursed. It could be seen how depressing the story he saw would be.

Chu Yun was speechless, and said: "I also don't quite understand the story I'm reading."

Indeed, if Chu Yun were to see the story of that person, it would at most be considered a story of continuous self-improvement.

Giving up someone else's help in such a difficult time for a child, and being too kind when he grew up, led to him losing his master. Such a person's story was actually recorded here. He really didn't know what to say.

Every floor tile agreed upon is a story, and every story is about virtue.

But what was this virtue?

"I can finally conclude it. The so-called moral character, like the story I just saw, the life of the protagonist is simply a tragedy!"

Sun Wenyu shook his head helplessly. He had thought that the story on the square would give him some inspiration.

Now, it seemed, nothing was going to help.

Everything he saw was nonsense. He had been bullied and misunderstood to such an extent, yet he was still smiling at his enemy. How could it be so interesting?

"How is it? Every story here is touching enough, right?"

Unknowingly, the lady who was enveloped in a layer of mist came to the side of Chu Yun and Sun Wenyu.

Chu Yun and Sun Wenyu looked at each other and said in unison, "Interesting."

When the woman heard this, she commented, "Every single one of them, from birth to death, has maintained their true nature. This kind of person is worthy of respect. "

"Haha, this old man is going to die from laughter." This idiot, if it was me, I would definitely kill all these fools. What the f * ck? His cultivation is already so high, yet he's actually being forced to die by a group of idiots. What a joke! "

As the girl's voice faded, a child's unrestrained laughter entered everyone's ears.

Li Shiqing hugged her stomach as if she was really laughing until her stomach hurt.

"Clap clap …"

Just as Li Youqing's voice fell, the ruler in the sky appeared again and slapped down on his head, causing Li Youqing to scream out loud and flee in a sorry state on the plaza.

Upon seeing this, the woman reached out her hand towards Li Youqing and grabbed her, saying, "Little brat, come over here!"

In an instant, Li Youqing only felt a strange power acting on his own body. With his cultivation of an Earthly Immortal Stage Level 1, he had no way of getting rid of this power.

When he was caught in front of the woman, he cursed loudly, "Damned woman, are you sick?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the layer of mist covering the woman's face and said, "Your face is covered by a layer of mist. How ugly are you to dare to look at others with your true face?"

When the girl heard this, she immediately withdrew the layer of fog that covered her face. In an instant, a face that could topple cities appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Chu Yun and Sun Wenyu looked at each other in dismay. This woman was also a good one. She was so beautiful, why did you say that her face was covered by a layer of mist?

Seeing the woman's face, Li Chunqing couldn't help but be shocked.

It was impossible to see such a beautiful woman in his circle of life.

"Damn, to think that you would have such a beautiful face. What kind of shameful thing did you do that caused you to not dare to come out and meet others?"

Li Youqing always had a way to scold people. As long as he wanted to scold people, no matter who you were, he would find a reason to do so.

"Pah pah pah …"

The girl was so angry that she grabbed Li Chunqing's ankle and pulled him up, then started beating him up on his butt.

"F * ck, you dare to hit me, bitch? I can't tolerate it, I can't tolerate it! "

After Li Youqing finished speaking, a golden light suddenly appeared on her wrist. In an instant, a violent shock wave exploded out from his wrist, causing the girl who was grabbing his ankle to be affected by it, and her figure involuntarily flew out.

At this moment, the woman's expression changed greatly. She was only at the first level of the Golden Immortal Realm, and was merely a naughty child who was only at the first level of the Earth Immortal Realm.

Even though he relied on the treasure in his hands to push himself back, to be able to beat back a Golden Immortal Stage Level 1 treasure like himself in an instant was definitely extraordinary!

Not only that, to be able to casually take out such a precious little kid, he must be extraordinary even in the phaseless mountain!

When her figure stopped, she calmed down and looked towards Li Youqing. She immediately smiled.

He saw Li Youqing holding a rattle drum in her hands, looking just like a playful child. If this guy wore pants again, then this would be a cute fight.

Seeing the woman fly out, Li Youqing pointed the drum at her front and said arrogantly: "If the tiger does not show off, do you think I am a sick cat? "That woman, do you know if you're afraid now?"

Sun Wenyu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Haha, a rattle? Li Youqing, the treasures in your hands, it can't all be these right? "

Chu Yun also felt that it was funny.

The devilish brat Li Youqing definitely had a lot of treasures, but most of them were definitely things like rattle drums.

Hearing that, Li Yu Qing put his hands on his waist, and said to Chu Yun and Sun Wen Yu in dissatisfaction: "Hey, you two are not enough brothers ah, Master Li was bullied by a woman here, and you guys are still watching the show? At least we came to the phaseless mountain together, can you watch me get bullied by a woman? "

After the girl heard Li Chunqing's words, she said, "Little brat, why are your mouths so dirty when you're so young? Today, I'll discipline you properly for your parents! "

She was truly a little angry.

A woman felt embarrassed even when a child called her 'woman'.

Hearing that, Li Youqing laughed out loud: "Aiyo, you want to discipline me on behalf of my parents? What identity do you have to discipline me? "

Saying that, Li Yu Qing rolled her eyes and laughed: "Hehe, you want to be my, Li Yu Qing's, elder? That's fine, as long as you defeat me today, I, Li Youqing, will help Li Yifeng get a concubine and find a good sister for Wang Cuihua! When I see you in the future, I'll call you Mother! "

"If you can't beat me, then when you see me in the future, you have to call me daddy!"

"Pfft …"

Chu Yun and Sun Wenyu were dumbfounded.

This Li Shaoqing was really something!

When the woman heard this, she was stunned for a moment before flying into a rage. "Such a young age and such a bad mouth. You are asking for a beating!"

Hearing that, Li Chunqing laughed: "Come, come, if you can get into my body today, then it would be right for me to get beaten up by you!"

After saying that, his spatial ring lit up, and in a split-second, a candied fruit, a little dog puppet, an iron ring, and a kite flew out from his spatial ring and floated beside him.

Kite, candied fruits, cloth doll, iron hoops …

The woman sneered: "He is indeed a child!"

However, her heart was not at peace.

A rattle had shown her the power.

The moment she took out the drum, the shockwave that it emitted directly blew her away.

Then, what was the grade of the treasure that he was taking out now?

For a moment, the woman had no choice but to reevaluate this Li Chunqing fellow.

To be able to take out so many treasures so casually, his status in the phaseless mountain must be extraordinary!

However, just when Li Youqing was ready to fight, the treasure he took out suddenly went into his spatial ring. Not only that, a ruler appeared in the sky without any warning, giving him a good beating on his butt!

"Aiyo, Gui Rong, I'll draft it for you!"

Li Youqing was in so much pain that she didn't even call him Master or Uncle. She directly called out Gui Rong's name.

He knew that everything in the square was caused by Gui Rong. If he was beaten up, it must have been Gui Rong pulling the strings from behind!

The moment these words came out, the ruler began to beat Li Yu Qing even harder, causing her to scream out loud in pain: "Aiyo, I was wrong, Master Uncle, you are the best Master Uncle in the world, you are my, Li Yu Qing's, most respected person, Master Uncle, you are like a star above the ninth heaven, I am as small as a speck of dust, Master Uncle, Father, I am calling you my father, please let me go!"

In the Hall of Virtue, Gui Rong was finally unable to take it any longer and roared, "Scram! If you call me daddy, won't Li Yidao come and fight me to the death? "

As his voice faded, although the ruler was still beating up Li Chunqing, Li Chunqing still cried out in pain as he ran out of the plaza.

After running out of the Plaza of Merit, Li Shiqing didn't get beaten up anymore.

However, when the girls in the plaza heard Li Chunqing's words, they were dumbfounded.

She felt that her three views were about to be overturned. The Hall of Virtue's Hall Master, Gui Rong, was actually that child's Martial Uncle?

When he met the hall master of the Hall of Virtue, he had to address him as forefather. Wouldn't that child be two senior generations higher than him?

He's already his grandfather's junior at such a young age?

While she was still in shock, Gui Rong walked out from the Hall of Virtue. He didn't even look at the girl and his gaze landed on Sun Wen Yu and Chu Yun. He asked, "What did the two of you see?"

When Sun Wenyu heard this, he said, "I saw her. "The person I saw truly executed the four words' good works and good things'."

Hearing this, Gui Rong nodded in satisfaction and said, "Not bad. So what if he was misunderstood? Before he died, did not all those who had treated him shamefully admit that he was of high status? This is his character, and the most precious spiritual treasure that he left to his descendants in his life. "

After he finished speaking, his gaze once again fell on Chu Yun's body. "What did you see?"

Chu Yun truthfully said, "Obstinate."

Gui Rong actually knew who Chu Yun was reading about, and said, "That story isn't over yet, but the story that he wanted to show is already over. Other than being pedantic, what other insights do you have? "

Chu Yun continued: "You have been constantly strengthening yourself since a young age, and your spirit is quite good. However, he is a good person. This kind of character is too indecisive. "

Gui Rong nodded and said, "Everyone says that the stories recorded on every tile in this Moral Square are all about teaching others. Actually, it's not all like that. If a person's comprehension is different, the result will also be different. Although they are only stories, there are still some truths within them. Some of their spirit is worth taking. "

Hearing that, Chu Yun cupped his hands: "Understood, Junior Master."

Gui Rong nodded and said, "Mm, alright. Next, you can stay in the side hall of my Hall of Virtue. When the Earth Immortal class starts, you can go and attend it."

Nearby, the woman was once again shocked quite badly.

Gui Rong was actually this person's martial uncle?

That being said, this person was also his grandfather's generation?

What about the other young man he didn't know?

While she was still in shock, Gui Rong suddenly said to her, "The Plaza of Merit is a recorded story. Don't look at it like it's a play and experience the spirit it tells you."

The woman's face turned slightly red. She had come to this Plaza of Merits and had said that she had comprehended all the virtues recorded here. Those were all bullshit words!

From her point of view, what was recorded in the Plaza was much better than what was recorded in some dramas.

This was the life of humans. Their experiences in growing up, the way they dealt with things, all of this seemed especially interesting!

As for treating this place as a place of cultivation, she didn't have the leisure to do so!2

Seeing the woman's slightly red cheeks, Chu Yun and Sun Wenyu looked at each other and said, "Just now, she was very serious. I really thought she came here to cultivate."

Sun Wenyu said with a laugh, "Haha, so you're saying that the story in the Plaza isn't that important, right?"

When Gui Rong heard this, he shook his head and sighed lightly. "The story here definitely has its reasons."

After speaking, Gui Rong felt that it was difficult to express what he had said, so he immediately said, "Looking at the story, it is only the most superficial level of expression. If you replace the protagonist of the story and encounter the same thing as them, how will you solve it?"

After saying this, both Chu Yun and Sun Wenyu's minds trembled.

There was such an operation?

Can you change yourself into the main character of the story and face the same thing as the main character of the story?

If that could be the case, then this Plaza would be a heaven defying place.

Because every story was a person's life. If he really replaced the main character of the story, he would end his life.

If he had to replace them, he would be barred from using all of his original methods. He would only face problems when facing the main character of the story. At that time, what would be the difference between his way of dealing with things?

In an instant, Chu Yun even wanted to replace the main character of the story he had previously read, and properly experience what he had encountered.

However, this thought was quickly suppressed by him. The beginning of the story was too heavy, and it made him, the onlooker, feel a sense of heaviness.

"Moreover, everyone in the story has really existed before. Maybe they don't come from the Immortal World, but they exist in the world they live in."

After Gui Rong finished speaking, he sighed lightly and turned around to leave.

After he left, Sun Wenyu suddenly said with a sigh, "A Supreme Elder of the Immortal World is indeed a Supreme Elder! So it turns out that the world we live in, the things that we consider to be secretive, are actually within their control! "

He lamented many things.

He thought he was a genius, so he flew to the Immortal World and entered Gui Rong's eyes.

However, he still remembered that the place he had flown to was called 'Zhan Province'. However, after sleeping for a while, he was brought to phaseless mountain by the old beggar Gui Rong.

Presumably, this phaseless mountain was no longer within the borders of the Zhan Province.

When Chu Yun heard this, he wanted to overthrow the authority of the Immortal.

No wonder the War God brought the people under the starry sky to oppose the Immortal. This matter that you thought you had done very secretly was clearly seen by the Immortal World's higher ups. This feeling of not having any secrets was truly creepy!

After seeing these floor tiles, Chu Yun suspected that his life had also been seen by others. The matter of him inheriting War God's Berserker Wills, had he also been discovered?

"Impossible, since the War God Berserker left behind his inheritance, how can he let the immortals of the Immortal World spy on him?" Not only that, I m afraid even the Immortal World and the Avatar World of War Gods could not detect it! "

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