Chapter 763: Floating and sinking with the waves, remembering the present

“Young master.” When he entered the press station, Li Xiaorui and Luo Qianxue came out to greet him.

Seeing Luo Qianxue, Xue Mu was quite surprised: “Why are you in the capital?”

“Xiao Rui said that you are going to make great changes in the capital, and our newspaper and dance and song should all be put to good use.”

Xue Mu blinked and laughed, “If I still need to rely on you to play this role today, then I have wasted all these years.”

Luo Qianxue was surprised: “What does the young master mean?”

Xue Mu leisurely sat with the two bodyguards on his lap, and took a deep sniff between the two women’s cheeks, which had turned red. “What I mean is that if Xiaorui still wants to write news articles to tease people, she can still do it. But Qianxue, you…”

“What about me?

“You can only sing for me.”

Luo Qianxue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: “Hm.”

Of course, there is no reason for the woman of the Prince Regent to go out and sing. Luo Qianxue had already lost her desire to sing. After the glory of being surrounded by a crowd of people had passed, she felt that her own glory was no match for the Prince’s influence on the world.

Her songs, Meng Lan’s piano, and Xiaorui’s reports were actually just one part of the prince’s realization of his ideas. Having led the trend, he could retire with honor.

In private, the girls chatted about it, and now even Zhu Chenyao felt that the pursuit of that kind of fame was not very meaningful. She also quit the Lingshou Transportation Station. The person destined to take over the huge Qixuanyu estate really didn’t look down on the template of her previous pursuit.

But everyone also thinks that Xue Mu has set a bad precedent. When Shi Lei said that “real talent is not as good as false hype,” he was referring to martial arts, but in fact, it is also true for other aspects. The various disciplines that Xue Mu is now advocating, such as the art of forging medicine, will also be obscured by the vanity and vanity of the times.

But no one would dare say so to Xue Mu. People believed that Xue Mu knew better than anyone else.

Xue Mu does have a number, but he doesn’t care.

That is the inevitable result. People’s hearts will always be like this. This vanity will develop naturally without his guidance. At most, his arrival has just accelerated this process a little. If someone really wants to pin this on him, then just take it. It’s not a big deal.

“Walk with me, you two…”

“Where are you going, young master?”

“Yao Wang Valley. I have to visit Xia Wenxuan… and the tombstone of Yingyi.”

The final battle was a great loss for the imperial court, even greater for the righteous, and also for the Six Dao Alliance.

The court was mainly the main battlefield, the sword valley was almost a white field, with heavy casualties. The huge arms dealer was left with only a few scattered cats. Shenji Gate destroyed almost all the Shenji battle dolls accumulated over the years, which was still good, at least it could be slowly made up for.

The righteous path lost Lin Wuyi and Leng Zhu, and the Haitian Pavilion was half crippled, which was an irreparable loss. This was not enough. Wentian had also been suppressing his injuries. He was already old, and he had to suppress his injuries to fight in such a high-intensity battle. This was a battle that consumed vitality, and he was afraid that he would die many years earlier.

The alliance of the Six Dao is not much better. Yingyi was killed by a single blow from Xujing, and he was sent to the Medicine King Valley at high speed. In addition, the Zongheng Dao suffered countless material losses, and many of them were about to cry. There were also casualties among Xingyue Hehuan’s disciples, who died in the battle with the sea beast and the disaster caused by the collapse of the sky and the earth when Xujing and Hexie were fighting.

Xia Wenxuan was not a Daoist, but his injuries were even more serious than Lin Wuyi’s before. Lin Wuyi could fight with his injuries for a day, but Xia Wenxuan could never recover. Even if he managed to save his life, it was only because the people of the Medicine King Valley worked hard to save him.

The evil spirits were blocked at the coastline, and many people in the world did not know about this battle. Some people who knew about this battle might even think that the so-called true evil spirits had no cards to play and were actually blocked and beaten… But when you count the losses of the elites in this world, it is shocking. They are completely using their flesh and blood to protect this land.

No matter what their position, they are all heroes in this battle.

Xue Mu also wondered if people like Xia Wenxuan would also think it was better to die in battle like Lin Wuyi. To think that a man who had been a tyrant for so long would have to live like an ordinary person afterwards was a little worse than death.

But when he arrived at the Valley of the Medicine King, he saw Xia Wenxuan fishing by the sea. Xia Zhongxing was by his side, and they were both very quiet.

The tombstone of Yingyi was behind the nearby hill. The place was beautiful with mountains and water. Ye Yingying was leading several high-ranking members of the Wuhen Sect to pay their respects. When they saw Xue Mu, they waved and said nothing.

Xue Mu accompanied the worship for a while, looked around, and saw that the people of the Wuhen Sect were all expressionless, as if they were just performing a very ordinary ritual.

Ye Yingying knew what he was thinking, and whispered, “In fact, the head of the Shadow Wing Sect has been the only one in the Wuhen Sect for thousands of years to have a beautiful tomb. Everyone misses him very much. This is a good thing, and you don’t have to sigh with regret.”

Xue Mu nodded. These assassins were indifferent to life and death, and had no feelings at all… But if they were indifferent, why did they miss him?

Ye Gengying saw his confusion and smiled, “Because he knew you and decided to work together. He is the leader who led everyone to the right turning point.”

Xue Mu was speechless.

But this is change. The gloomy and rigid assassin sect seems to have begun to take on a human touch, and is becoming more and more like the temperament of their ancestors a thousand years ago.

The alliance of the Six Dao has become so white that it can’t be any whiter. Why would the Wuhen Dao need to do such a precarious job?

But things are always interesting. The Six Dao Alliance may have gone white, but there are always new black versions of the three sects and four schools of the Demon Gate, which will never disappear completely. The remnants of the original Jingtian Sect still have the darkest parts of the Demon Gate, and they have each established new demon sects. The strongest leader among them is Li Kuang of the Demon Gate of Annihilation… He escaped during the battle in the capital city, and now he has become the most representative backbone of the Demon Gate.

Xuan Zhe’s Six Doors and the various sects of the righteous are also being suppressed. Xue Mu feels that this is probably a repeat of the same thing that has been going on for thousands of years. How could the Demon Sect possibly be completely suppressed?

After paying his respects to Yingyi, Xue Mu went to Xia Wenxuan’s side and looked down at him fishing.

This is not a very quiet beach. The waves are a bit big, quite a bit like the meaning of the waves crashing against the shore and rolling up thousands of snowdrifts. The fishing line is flying everywhere, and Xue Mu doesn’t know how to fish in this environment. Without the use of force and the sense of the Dao, Xia Wenxuan probably just wants to fish in this environment, which is probably a show-off for those who want to be hooked?

Looking at his expression, he seemed quite at ease, not at all irritated that he hadn’t caught a single fish after so long.

“You seem to have a good attitude,” Xue Mu finally said.

Xia Wenxuan didn’t blame him for interrupting his fishing, and said casually, “In the past, I protected my son, and now my son protects me. This experience is quite novel and comfortable, and I would like to experience it for a few more years.”

Xia Zhongxing next to him was unable to laugh or cry.

Xue Mu also smiled. You didn’t come here to fish, you came to enjoy the feeling of your son standing next to you and protecting you.

Xia Wenxuan waved his hand: “The decline of military power in the world is beneficial to evil spirits. I know that you like to see it rationally, so don’t be sentimental about it. Go, go, go. I’m fishing, and you’re not involved.”

Xue Mu looked at him meaningfully. These outstanding people in the world probably all understood what he was thinking, and they might even be able to see through the fact that he had hidden part of the laws of the universe.

“Master, Master, over here!” Xue Mu looked up and saw Xiao Qingwu standing on the bow of a boat, waving at him. Luo Qianxue and Li Xiaorui were sitting behind her reading a draft.

“Take your time. You can fish for many more years.” Xue Mu said no more, patted Xia Wenxuan on the shoulder, and then leapt onto the boat.

His eyes also fell on the manuscript at first glance: “…the suffering expression on the injured man in front of him, Xiao Xiao always felt that perhaps the best medicine is to stop the war…”

Xue Mu couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s Xiao Xiao again. Can’t you change the name?” Li Xiaorui encouraged him, ”Call yourself Xiaorui, and I’ll publish it in the Lingzhou Daily in the capital at the same time.”

Xiao Qingwu didn’t even look up: “It’s better than a name like Xue Sanhao, which is meaningless… Ouch, it hurts…”

Xue Mu grabbed her ear: “You are a traitor to your master…”

Xiao Qingwu smiled apologetically: “When it comes to betraying your master and destroying your ancestors, there is nothing as powerful as Master pressing the ancestors and making them crack. This is all because Master sets a good example and teaches well.”

Xue Mu couldn’t help but laugh. “Lazy girl, you can also hold your master down and bang him. Your master has no objection.”

Xiao Qingwu clenched her fists and pouted: “Master, now that you have set the world in order, do you have any new works to commemorate this?”

“There are no books, but there are songs.” Xue Mu said, ”This is also the last song I will ever write in this world.”

Luo Qianxue was intrigued: “What song?”

Xue Mu turned his head and looked out at the vast sea and the rolling waves. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the sea, and Xia Wenxuan’s fishing line swayed with the waves.

He sat on the side of the boat, lightly beating a rhythm, and sang loudly: “The sea laughs, the waves on both sides are surging, and the ups and downs of the waves are remembered today. The sky laughs, the waves of the world are surging, who will win and who will lose, only heaven knows…”

Xia Wenxuan’s hand trembled slightly, and he looked up at Xue Mu’s singing silhouette. Ye Yingjing looked up and smiled lightly.

The ship was already moving further and further away, and Xue Mu’s shadow was blurred. The singing in the waves seemed to come from the horizon.

“The mountains and rivers laugh, the mist and rain are far away, and the waves wash away the mundane affairs of the world. The breeze laughs, and it even stirs up loneliness. The people laugh, no longer lonely, and their lofty sentiments still laugh foolishly…”