Chapter 94: Tailpiece (II)

Xing Zhi went to Ming Qitian's side, and Seeing Pei Ye turned his head, looking at the old man lying stiffly on the bed.

This was the best room in the County Magistrate's Office, built in a corner. Although he could still hear the noise outside the doors and windows, it was already considered the quietest place.

"How do you feel?" Seeing Pei Ye frowned and said in a low voice.

"Much more comfortable," Yue Muzhou laughed. "Where's the wheelchair? Push me out to get some fresh air."

"..." Seeing Pei Ye didn't move. "You'd better rest; they told you to hold on for two hours."

"Hurry up," the old man pushed him lightly.

Seeing Pei Ye looked at him silently for a while. Although he had just shown great power and displayed the demeanor of an expert, this face was still as ferocious and ugly as ever.

He had long since lost the ability to make expressions, but at this moment, with the support of Qi, the facial muscles had some room for movement. The muscles on the two withered cheeks pulled upward, seemingly trying to make a gentle smile.

If what was described in "Heroic Bones Residual" was true, then this smile must have been very charming eighteen years ago, and there couldn't have been many people who could get this smile from him.

But now, if one didn't observe the direction of the muscles carefully, one couldn't even guess what expression he was making. The scars and wrinkled skin squeezed toward the two huge black holes under his forehead, looking terrifying and funny.

Seeing Pei Ye stood up without a word, walked out, pushed the wheelchair that was already somewhat rotten and creaking, and carried the old man onto it.

Yue Muzhou leaned slowly into this familiar space, sighing with satisfaction or regret. The room was very quiet. After a long while, he laughed: "Still used to staying like this."

Seeing Pei Ye said: "Where do you want to go?"

"Wangxi Slope," the old man said.

"That's quite far," Seeing Pei Ye muttered.

Pushing the old man all the way through the office, he happened to run into Chang Zhiyuan at the entrance. This magistrate, who was always meticulous in the past, was now almost disheveled in the busyness. He held a stack of papers in his hand and was stunned for a moment when he saw the two.

Yue Muzhou slowly raised his hand and waved at him.

Leaving the office and walking along the street, Wangxi Slope was on the other side of the city—the part not affected by the Immortal Lord. From the top of this slope, one could see the stream flowing down from the mountain, hence the name.

Leaving the city and going up the slope, this slope was neither high nor steep. Seeing Pei Ye carried the old man and climbed to the top.

At this time, the sunlight was becoming soft and warm, and the dusk was just beginning. The two came under a large willow tree. Seeing Pei Ye pushed the old man forward to give him a wider view, while he stood behind the wheelchair.

Yue Muzhou felt the sunset and the high wind, and suddenly said hoarsely: "Little Ye, have you ever thought about how you will die?"

"No."

"You might as well think about it. The picture that appears in your heart might indicate the direction of your future life."

Seeing Pei Ye raised his head and thought, shaking his head: "I don't know."

"When I was your age, I already knew—I would definitely be killed by someone," Yue Muzhou said. "Because at that time, I understood that I would never be able to leave the sound of sword blades colliding in this life."

"But I didn't expect the last eighteen years to be a period of leisure," he laughed hoarsely. "What about you? Little Ye, have you ever thought about the 'Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng' of your life?"

"I... don't know. I want to practice martial arts, and then..." Seeing Pei Ye frowned slightly, looking at the horizon. "Perhaps, I will spend a lot of time learning the sword."

"Yes, you like the sword, you've liked it since you were a child," the old man said gently. "And last night you saw Ming Qitian's sword again; you must really want to be able to swing such a sword from your own hands, right?"

Seeing Pei Ye nodded.

"And you do have this talent," the old man sighed lightly, and then the conversation turned. "But this will not be the true pursuit of your life."

Seeing Pei Ye looked at the old man's profile in a daze.

"Because you are a real, vivid person. Your seventeen years of life have shaped you. Your experiences are completely different from mine and Ming Qitian's," Yue Muzhou said. "You like to compete with others on the ring, you like to challenge difficult things—you've been like this since you were a child. When people said there was a giant catfish, you insisted on boasting that you would catch it back."

Seeing Pei Ye couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"You like people to cheer for you, and you hate people pressing on your head," Yue Muzhou said. "You crave the Crane List, but actually, you crave the fame and profit won squarely."

Seeing Pei Ye looked into the void, listening to the old man's words that pierced his heart.

"You have a strong desire to win, vanity, a sense of justice, a fear of loss... you are a person full of passion. You love the sword, but only one percent is love for the sword itself, and the remaining ninety-nine percent is love for it in your hands—you cannot be an ascetic of the sword path."

"You cannot be extremely emotional about the sword, so Yunlang Mountain is not your destination," Yue Muzhou finally said slowly.

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned, only then realizing that the old man was thinking about his future.

"Dragon Lord Dongting is okay... are you willing to join such a martial arts holy land and learn their martial arts from scratch, step by step?" Yue Muzhou asked.

Seeing Pei Ye imagined such a life, finding it difficult to choose.

But the old man had already perceived his heart faster: "No, you don't want to either. This kind of pure time for practicing martial arts is very beautiful to you—making friends, studying martial arts, making progress every day... but you can't enjoy such days with peace of mind now, because there is a fire in your heart."

The old man reached out and patted his abdomen slowly: "You want... to avenge me, right?"

Seeing Pei Ye was silent, then nodded: "I will go after I have enough strength."

The old man laughed: "Do you think I want to dissuade you? No. When I was your age, I was much more reckless than you."

The old man straightened his face and said slowly: "I naturally want you to avenge me. I entrust this hatred to you. Can you wash it clean for me?"

Seeing Pei Ye nodded solemnly.

The old man laughed: "I know, of course you can. Besides you, who else has this qualification?"

Seeing Pei Ye said: "You still disliked me for being weak in the morning, saying you didn't know how long it would take to rely on me."

Yue Muzhou laughed: "That was then, this is now."

"However, believe it or not, I don't really care about this matter," the old man leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the sunset, "smiling" and saying. "Then I know where you want to go—the Divine Capital."

Seeing Pei Ye's heart shook.

Yes, the Divine Capital.

Before this place name was spoken, he hadn't thought about it in his heart. After it was spoken, it seemed as if it had already lingered in his heart a thousand times.

It was not only a city that existed in reality in the world, but these two words actually represented a temperament, a direction, which coincided with Seeing Pei Ye's vague inclination in his heart.

He didn't want to join another mountain gate, practice, compete, and graduate in it step by step, and from then on be branded with this sect for the rest of his life.

He was going to a place like the Divine Capital.

Ten thousand tribes, a grand gathering, that was the intersection of the whole world, where countless water currents intertwined and collided—turtles, snakes, fish, soft-shelled turtles, dragons... everyone wanted to make waves in the most dazzling place.

He was going there to freely fight out a path.

Because he now also had things he was determined to kill.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 95 =====