Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 664 - 264: The Curtain Falls (6400 words, 2 in 1)_4

Sword Grandmaster didn't answer, and said:

"What if that Su Zhengcheng was greedy, lustful, and abused his power?"

Xie Shan showed hesitation.

The old man said, "What if the same person had once led the troops on a long expedition, expanding the territory of Great Qin by thousands of miles, and strictly adhered to military laws, not harming the people at all, managing to bring millions of people under Qin's rule? How would you judge this person, good or evil?"

Xie Shan was speechless.

Sword Grandmaster pressed on and said:

"If a person harmed one individual but had saved three others, is he good or evil?"

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"If he is good so be it, if he is evil what then? Who is to judge this good and evil?"

Xie Shan was utterly at a loss for words.

The old man sighed, the cuff of his sleeve where his arm had been made a flapping sound in the wind, somewhat melancholic, and said:

"In Jianghu, in the world, there truly is no absolute good or evil."

"What you consider good might be evil to others; what you see is not always clear. Since you are a man of Jianghu, to kill is permissible but not to be done rashly, to save is allowed but not to be saved thoughtlessly. Have there not been so-called heroes who saved the wicked, or real bandits who killed corrupt officials?"

"Then, what should I do?"

The old man casually said:

"There's too much going on in the world, too many people to bother with, just take care of yourself."

"If not for this sword, why should I bother about their fights? Who are they to me? Even if they all died, it wouldn't concern me; just drinking and watching plays is enough for a lifetime."

His voice paused then continued:

"Regarding your so-called good and evil, the ten great generals of Great Qin are like the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, pillars of the heavens, yet nightmares in the eyes of other countries, killers without batting an eye."

"None of these men can be defined by mere good or evil, to underestimate the heroes of the world with such simple terms. Their lives, their actions, future generations will judge them in a thousand years."

Xie Shan, yearning deeply, murmured, "What about us?"

Sword Grandmaster smiled and said:

"Just live by the sword, why bother about fame in life or death."

"This sword, it's yours now."

Xie Shan clumsily caught the sword, feeling its weight, and said:

"This... what is it called?"

The elder said:

"Three Fools."

The black-robed elder's ears, once filled with the sound of the lute, now echoed only with its lingering notes, and upon realization, found he was unknowingly shedding tears, he lifted his sleeve to dry his eyes, sincerely complimented:

"Miss, your music is beautiful."

The woman behind the screen softly said:

"Yun Meng has only a slight skill, hardly worthy of sir's praise."

The old man sighed and said, "If this is considered mere trickery, then all the scholars in the world who play the lute could just jump off a cliff. Today's pleasure is complete; I shall take my leave now, and here's a sword and lute for you, Miss, for self-protection."

The woman was slightly surprised and said, "Sir, you mustn't."

He mysteriously produced an ancient lute, gently placed it in front of Zhu Yunmeng, lightly plucked its strings producing a clear and melodious sound resembling a sword's sing, and casually said:

"Dusty tunes lightly struck, a sword soaked in blood not dulled. Both carry the sorrows of this world, how can there not be heroic songs for such sadness? This lute, this sword, given to you, Miss, are fitting, please do not refuse."

Moments later, the black-robed elder slowly walked out of the attic, his demeanor calm, with a bit of rain sprinkling, dressed in simple clothes and shoes, holding a bamboo umbrella, he strolled down the main street.

This move, whether Wang Tiance's son is dead or alive, he would still secretly spread the news, the former Divine Martial Mansion would inevitably react.

If he is dead, public outrage will be stirred.

If he is alive, hope reignited.

The balance at the Imperial Court will surely be disrupted.

With both emperors still alive, it is already the most unstable situation in the world, and at this moment, he too was returning to Fufeng County, where he had disguised himself as a Scholar and meticulously trained a young fellow, whose appearance had been marred by assassins from Danfeng Valley, but through this, had gained an exceptional demeanor.

In a few years, he could wield a sword.

Kill.

PS: Today's double update serves up ... a total of six thousand four hundred words.

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