But Murong Chuxue noticed her thoughts and turned to look at her,
"Why, do you think what I said is wrong?"
Sang was silent for a moment and then said,
"Uncle Master, I think it's just a competition."
She felt that the junior brother was a bit indifferent.
How can you make fun of your own wealth and life?
Murong Chuxue sighed, looked at Sang Luo and said,
"Sang Luo, he is not a child anymore."
Sang Luo paused slightly as he listened.
Murong Chuxue continued, her voice cold and cold,
"You should go all out in every competition. This is the swordsman's respect for the sword and his respect for himself."
"If it were you today and you met an opponent who was higher than you, you would try your best. Why do you think Song Qingyun can't do it?"
Sang Luo fell into silence.
Murong Chuxue looked at her and said,
"You treat him too much like a child. You protect him behind you in everything. You always want him to do what you want, but you never let him encounter real danger. How can he truly grow up?"
In this world of cultivation, the direct disciples of the seven sects are the glimmer of hope that should be found in the midst of numerous deadly battles. She herself is only three years older than Song Qingyun, but she always talks about raising Song Qingyun as a child.
In this way, how can he become successful?
"Of course you have good intentions, but the world of cultivation is changing rapidly. If one day the human race is trapped, your master and I will all perish, and you have to go to the battlefield to slay demons and defend the way. Can you still protect him in everything?"
After experiencing what happened a thousand years ago, what Murong Chuxue was most afraid of was that if one day their elders were no longer around, the burden would fall on these disciples, and the consequences would be tragic.
The Xuanyuan Sect back then was a bloody lesson.
Sang Luo fell into silence.
Yes. Is she wrong?
She always felt that Song Qingyun was still young and she was afraid that he would be in danger. She felt that there were some things that she could do, so there was no need for him to get involved.
And this will hinder his growth.
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Outside Xihe's palace, Sang Luo sat in the sun and fell into deep thought. He didn't speak for a long time.
Chu Yanshu turned his head and looked at her,
"Sang Luo, you are right."
Sang Luo turned around and looked at Chu Yanshu, with confusion in his eyes.
"Am I right?"
Chu Yanshu chuckled lightly,
"Sword Lord Chuxue has experienced the siege of Liudao Mountain, and the battle that nearly wiped out the Xuanyuan Sect thousands of years ago. Naturally, he will be more radical in his actions, but for Song Qingyun, when he has not yet grown up, someone will give him guidance.
Swordsmanship, how can it be said to be a bad thing if someone protects him?"
It's not like Sang Luo didn't take Song Qingyun to practice, she just controlled all the dangers in her own hands.
In this world of cultivation, how can it be called a bad thing if there is a person like this who treats you sincerely?
As Chu Yanshu spoke, he looked at Shang Shixu, who was walking towards him, and said to Sang Luo,
"If you don't believe me, ask him and hear how he got here when he first started."
When Shang Shixue was introduced, Sang Luo was not yet born.
Even when Shang Shixu cultivated to Nascent Soul and was later abolished, Sang Luo was not born yet, so Sang Luo really didn't know what he was like when he started.
Shang Shixu came from Lingyun Peak and was going to find Murong Chuxue. As soon as he went up the mountain, he saw Sang Luo and Chu Yanshu sitting in a row at the entrance of Xihe Hall.
Sang Luo waved to Shang Shixu,
"Big brother!"
Shang Shixu walked towards Sang Luo, looked at her and asked,
"Why are you here, where is Song Qingyun?"
He saw in the photo stone that the boy forcibly improved his cultivation, and the fight with Lin Qinghan blew away the barrier of the martial arts stage and blew him away. He was worried and came over to take a look.