The night is like water, and the sound of insects sounds in the grass, and the occasional bangs of the clamor make the night sky quieter.

Sima Yuanji held a cup of tea and watched the heat rise slowly. After a long time, he said, "Senior Brother, what do you think of the little disciple?"

Monk Kongjue smiled slightly: "Let the disciple be kind-hearted and chivalrous. He is a rare good seedling, and I like it very much."

Sima Yuanji said slowly: "Thank you for your compliment from your senior brother. This child is really good, but there is something that I foolish brother would ask, how did you feel when you first met your disciple?"

"This," Monk Kongjue pondered for a moment, recalling the first time he saw Zhu Qingsheng, and said, "When I first met the young disciple, he was unfortunately scratched by the Ghost King Mastiff and was lying on the ground to breathe. When I saw that I couldn't bear it, I helped him stop the injury. At that time, I thought Lingpu was good. In order to keep the secret of where his senior brother was, he would rather be tortured by Mr. Luo Qi Taoluo, and almost got cut off his wrist. It was not easy to do this at his young age."

Sima Yuanji sighed: "This is also something that I am happy for him and worried about him. As the saying goes, it is easy to break. If one day I meet a powerful opponent and I am not by his side, he will refuse to surrender. Even if he refuses to surrender for survival, he may not be able to..." At this point, Sima Yuanji flashed a trace of worry and could not continue.

Monk Kongjue understood what Sima Yuanji meant. Although he was a monk, he also knew that in this dangerous and complex world, it would not be a good thing if a person's temperament was too stubborn.

Sima Yuanji thought for a while and continued, "Senior brother, I'm sure I'll tell you. After being separated for less than ten days, when I saw the young disciple again, I felt that he was different, but I can't tell the change, it seemed to be more calm than before. I remember when we first arrived in Jiujiang City, he was a little scared when he went to check the corpse at night. Now he not only dared to investigate the corpse and pursue the murderer, but also brought back our Maoshan treasure white jade ruler. It's like a different person after not seeing each other in just a few days."

Monk Kongjue smiled and said, "Isn't this good? Lingpu has grown up after so many things."

"Yes, I'm happy for him, but I'm worried for him," Sima Yuanji said slowly with a hint of sadness on his face.

Monk Kongjue was a little puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? Isn't it good for Lingtu to grow up?"

Sima Yuanji said, "I am actually happy because my little disciple has changed, but..." Speaking of this, Sima Yuanji picked up the teacup, as if he was about to put it beside his mouth. He hesitated in the air, then put it back on the table, and continued, "Senior Brother, I don't have to go around anymore. Tell me directly, do you still remember my fifth junior brother Anyang Changle?"

Monk Kongjue said solemnly: "Of course I remember that Yang Chenzi Anyang Changle, the noble school, had outstanding martial arts skills twenty years ago and was very powerful in the world. He was fortunate to meet him a few times back then. He only felt that he was heroic and unruly, and he was indeed a rare figure in a century."

Sima Yuanji sighed, "This is also what I regret the most. When I was learning the arts, among our fellow disciples, I had the best relationship with Changle. We practiced Taoism at the same time, but he was obsessed with martial arts and wanted to raise his cultivation to the highest peak at all times. But he went astray. Those who practice Taoism first focus on their cultivation in their nature and then look at their strength, just like the legacy left by our ancestors: 'Four symbols are supplemented, and the heart of Taoism is united.'"

"But Changle was completely turned around. He only focused on practicing martial arts and completely ignored his cultivation in his mind. He was talented and understood very quickly no matter what method he was. It can be said that he could see it at first sight. In the end, he became famous in one battle and became famous in one fell swoop. He was only twenty-three years old at that time."

"At that time, he greatly strengthened the reputation of Maoshan, and almost everyone in the sect cheered loudly for him, but our master, Tie Muzi, was not happy or sad. At that time, he quietly told me to persuade Anyang Changle, so that he would calm down, slow down his pursuit of martial arts, and pay more attention to cultivating the mind and nature. At that time, I was also happy for Changle. I didn't understand why, so I asked my master why?"

"My master said that people who have done great things in ancient times have never achieved things by relying on martial arts or strategies, but have long-term vision and steady mind. Then he gave examples of several of our Maoshan leaders, who were not famous by martial arts. At that time, I understood that the master wanted to train Changle to become the next generation of leaders. The position of the leader not only requires both civil and military skills, but also has strong adaptability and ability to deal with things, so I asked me to persuade him."

"But Changle is very arrogant and is at the peak of his life. There are endless flattery and praise around him. How could he listen? Not long after, he responded to the invitation of Tian Tang, the leader of the Scholar of Xueya Sect, and fought on the top of Kunlun Mountain, overwhelming Tian Tang. From then on, the righteous path also overwhelmed the evil path. From then on, the name of Changle in Anyang has spread all over the world, and has reached the most brilliant and dazzling place in life."

"But he forgot that sentence: He will decline after prosperity. He saw that he became the best in the world, and he became prouder and became more arrogant. And he became more and more reluctant to listen to my master's words. It was not until half a year later that he went to the desert of the Gobi Desert alone for some reason. Finally, we realized that it was the evil way that started to set up the Eight Yang and Nine Yin Demon Array in the Gobi Desert, which seriously injured Changle and finally disappeared into a mystery."

Sima Yuanji sighed: "I can't let go of this matter. If only he could persuade Changle well at the beginning, he would have paid more attention to his mental cultivation, so that these things would not happen later."

Monk Kongjue nodded and said, "In the world, people must be the first in their mind, character and character, and their own strength are the second. I also empathize with this."

Sima Yuanji said: "This is the problem. Senior brother, I won't hide it from you. The little disciple's progress in practicing Taoism is slow, but his martial arts practice is very fast. It's a bit like Changle back then, but his talent is not as high as him. This is something I have always been worried about."

"Senior brother is too worried? I think Lingpu is very kind-hearted, so why worry about him?"

Sima Yuan and his eyebrows were full of solemn expressions, and suddenly said, "When Changle first passed the Purple Martial Arts to me, I hope that I would find a disciple to pass them on in the future and not let his efforts be cut off. I saw that the young disciple has made great progress and is good at martial arts, so I wanted to pass the Purple Martial Arts to him, but I was afraid that he would repeat Changle's mistakes and kept hesitating."
Chapter completed!