In the Shang Kingdom, the retainer system was prevalent. This system, to put it bluntly, was to give casual cultivators a way to ascend. It was neither smooth nor tortuous, but at least there was a way.

On the basis of this system, there are sects composed of aristocratic families. The blood relationship is not only ancient, but also stronger. To this day, monks still take care of the so-called "human feelings".

The six great princes, together with the royal Shang clan, control the Shang Kingdom. The other small sects are all dependent on these seven clans (the six great princes plus the Shang clan).

The Shang family maintains a transcendent status among the seven families in name and strength.

If you want to know what happened or will happen in the Shang Kingdom, just look at the movements of the six major princes.

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Qingyun fiddled with the porcelain bowl, raised his black hair on his temples, and looked sideways at Han Yin. When he lowered his head, he pursed his lips and smiled softly.

"A year ago, the six princes aggressively recruited followers, casual cultivators, and even secretly expanded the army. - At that time, there was no sign of the Nine Sons Holy Army in the Demon Kingdom. Well, the Holy Army was like a rat under the soil. I don't know where it came from.

Climbing out of the pit. It was so sudden." Jin Zhicao sat down next to Qingyun.

"Master..." Qingyun was about to stand up and salute, but Jin Zhecao waved his hand to stop him and shouted at Han Yin, "You brat, come over and eat! I'm starving to death! Your chest is touching your back!"

Han Yin turned his sword and threw it diagonally, and inserted it into the rocks. It floated like a broken branch and arranged flowers, and it was as fast as the strong breeze.

"Boy, I heard that you want to apply for a job as a concierge? Which one have you decided to go to?" Jin Zhecao asked, stroking the straight beard on his chin.

Han Yin was silent for a while and said, "Li family."

"You want revenge?" Jin Zhecao hit the nail on the head.

Han Yin took a big mouthful of rice and nodded silently.

"Li Guogong and Han Guogong have always been at odds with each other. Li Bushu, the eldest daughter of Li, is about to get married, but she has repeatedly touched the Han family's brows." When Li Bushu was mentioned, Qingyun's delicate face was filled with a faint smile.

red.

"Do you have to take revenge?" Qingyun looked at Han Yin.

Han Yin lowered his head and did not answer.

Jin Zhecao shook his head, "There are two ways of living. One knows tomorrow, and the other knows today. People who know tomorrow will spend their whole life moving forward. Just like the solar calendar."

"Then..." Qingyun opened his mouth and moved his lips. Before he could finish speaking, Han Yin said, "Swordsmen only know today. They will not think about the meaning of life, anyone's emotions, or even the beliefs that support life. He only knows about today."

Care about the sword in your hand."

Qingyun was a little angry, "Even if you make steel a hundred times and teach Hongxia a bath, it will soften you. How can you only care about the sword?"

Jin Zhecao burst out laughing.

Old people always like the ignorance of young people, which is a youth they can never return to no matter how envious they are. Just like young people often long for the wisdom of old students.

They are all things you don’t own right now.

"A swordsman must believe in the sword in his hand. That is his belief." Jin Zhecao sighed, "Go ahead, you must give him a piece of his mind."

Qingyun raised his eyebrows and pouted, "Okay. I'm just afraid that he won't be able to take care of himself with just one... hand."

Jin Zhecao blinked, "Aren't you afraid that's not the case? - Okay, okay. I understand."

Han Yin was wary and asked tentatively, "Master, aren't you angry if I join the Li family?"

Jin Zhecao put down the bowl and said, "Dead. My heart has long since died. Before the Supreme Uprising, I was a mule on the ditch. The girl I liked was taught by bandits composed of casual cultivators to humiliate them day and night and then drowned in the well, because

She only cries and doesn't enjoy playing.

…

I didn’t know a single brother on the battlefield. The monks I knew gathered together the night before and lamented the delicious meat, and the next day most of his head was cut off.”

"Oh, oh, I used to think that the Supreme Being could lead us to bring peace to the world. I thought that no one would bend down and bury their fate like a cow or mule.

It's a pity that the Supreme Lord abandoned us after preaching. It's so pitiful. A large number of people I know died again. Some of them just welcomed their children, and suddenly learned to laugh, and their lives suddenly stopped." Jinzhecao was even calmer than before.

The stones on the roadside seem to be stories heard drunkenly, rather than unforgettable memories.

Or maybe, the human heart is all stone and can be carved. But some people have experienced too much and no longer know what to do next.

"Is there any force in the world that has not participated in the strangulation of the Luoyang Calendar? We have been here, and we are being strangled. So for me, I don't hate the six great princes. Or rather, if I hate them more, who are they?" Jin

Oricao chuckled.

It was as if all his wine was in his dream and his words were all dream language.

"I'm quite surprised that that boy Chun Yijian actually accepted a disciple." After saying that, Jin Zhecao fell silent. He had already learned from Han Yin that Chun Yijian's time was running out.

"Another person I know has left, how can I survive like this? Isn't it going to be the end, really alone?" Jin Zhecao laughed at himself in his heart.

"The first time I met Master was at my family's noodle shop. Speaking of which, before that, my life was really ordinary. My parents ran a noodle shop and even provided me with some training." Han Yin smiled bitterly, "After so many years...

…I haven’t been back yet.”

After a moment of silence, Han Yin sighed and said, "Master came to eat noodles and asked me to pick out the thicker one. I don't know why, on my first try, I managed to pierce the noodles with just one chopstick. Master smiled happily.

Accept me as your apprentice."

"As for why he accepted me as his apprentice... He said that he never knew why he was alive. He hoped that someone would pass on his skills and find the lost faith for him." Han Yin suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

The monks in the Lunar Calendar have all had different experiences, and they are all equally confused. New and different paths always attract them.

When the Supreme Being, as well as the groups, dreams, ideas, and even beliefs represented by the Supreme Being disappeared together, their lives lost their flavor again.

"The Supreme Being once said that you must have faith, not belief. Faith is placed in idols, and only faith comes from the heart. - Oh, the most primitive belief of human beings is to live. But how to live has become another question, the most important one

A matter of faith." Jin Zhecao stood up, took Lone Ying with him, and ran straight into the distance.

Han Yin knew that Jin Zhecao was going to vent his inner anger and lowered his head to eat vegetables.

Qingyun held the bowl and thought thoughtfully, "I heard that the Han family has two talented disciples. They are already in the Ningding realm."

Han Yin chuckled, "One is named Xiong Huai, and the other is named Zhang Zhilin. I heard that Zhang Zhilin has some background. Rumor has it that Zhang Zhilin is already a fourth-star Ningding."

"What a genius." Qingyun was a little envious, but also a little worried.

"Don't worry, brother has sense. I will make my own decision on my grudges with Han Si." Han Yin looked at his empty wrist.

"You are not my elder brother." Qingyun pouted, a little angry.Ｍcaset

Han Yin smiled proudly, "The Shang Kingdom is ready to stir up trouble in the Demon Kingdom. I think that if I have a chance, I can make Han Si pay the price on the battlefield without even having to rely on the conflicts between the Li and Han families."

Qingyun didn't care about this, and complained complainingly, "Just pay attention to your own safety. - What about you? What is your belief?"

Han Yin looked at the Sword in the Stone and was speechless.

Qingyun couldn't laugh or cry, "It's still a long time, look for it slowly... I will accompany you."

Han Yin was slightly stunned, put down the bowl and said, "Thank you."

Qingyun grabbed the bowl and said, "I don't want you to thank me! - What a sword nerd!"
Chapter completed!