Being knocked down by the Heavenly Dao while ascending

Xuantianmen.
Jiang Yuanse sat behind the desk with Shang Nanyi's face facing him, and from time to time he would pick up a pen to write and draw on the scroll on the desk.
He had been working as Shang Nanyi for more than 20 years, and was already used to this face. After finishing the last stroke, he placed the brush on the pen holder, lowered his head and blew on the painting. The painting was filled with light, and the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a smile.

Looking at the entire study, it doesn't look like a study for a young master of a sect, but more like a painting fanatic's studio.
As long as you look up while sitting at the desk, you can find that there are several vertical lines on the walls on both sides of the study, with countless scrolls hanging one after another on the lines. Each scroll depicts a person, old or young, male or female, and each one is lifelike.

Jiang Yuanse stood up, pushed away the chair, and carefully picked up the scroll on the table. The scroll showed a young man in a white gown, who was looking far away outside the scroll, as if he was looking at someone outside the painting.
The painting should be still, but the whole picture is very strange. The man in the painting has gentle eyebrows and a smile on his lips. A few strands of hair seem to be blown by the wind and float in front of the man. The spring-like breath of the man in the painting seems to come out of the painting with the hair and fall on the person outside the painting.
The strange thing is that the picture is alive, and the unruly fluttering hair is not an illusion but is actually moving.

Looking at the scrolls hanging in the house, almost all of them are such "living creatures", adding a lot of weirdness to the house.

"Young Master." A man suddenly appeared in the room. He lowered his head and called to Jiang Yuanse.

Jiang Yuanse was hanging the scroll in the only remaining empty space. "Fifteen, how is it going?"

"Thirteen didn't find the eldest young master's soul fragment." Fifteen replied.

Jiang Yuanse paused while hanging the painting, but he didn't say anything to blame her. He just asked, "How is he?"

Fifteen felt something was wrong when he heard this question. He quietly raised his head and looked at the young master in front of him, then immediately lowered his eyes and answered, "The Mei family has always been kind-hearted. Although the head of the Mei family suspected him, he never did anything to him."

"Where is Meishanxue? She didn't do anything?" Jiang Yuanse asked.

Fifteen seemed puzzled by this matter as well. He hesitated and shook his head, "Thirteen lives very well in Banshan Juwu. Young Master Mei takes good care of him. Except for his physical disability, his treatment in Banshan Juwu is comparable to that of Young Master Mei in the Mei family. But...but Mei Shanxue should have known long ago that Thirteen is not Mei Xucheng."

Jiang Yuanse smiled and looked at the study room that looked like a sea of ​​paintings. "That's good. Tell Thirteen that from now on he is Mei Xucheng."

"Young Master, this--" Are we just going to wait like this?
He couldn't think of any reason why the young master did this. Their situation was not very good. The Murong people were not good at fighting. Their biggest advantage was that they could transform into other people's appearances, which would dispel the enemy's suspicion and allow them to take the opportunity to get close to the opponent and thus get a chance for a sneak attack.

But it was different with Master Mei. His fighting power was too strong. Take Master Mei for example. He could not suppress his cultivation and ascended three times, but failed because of the wrong timing. It was clear that Master Mei's cultivation had reached the critical value. It was not easy for them to fight Master Mei.
Although Xue Qingyu was once their man, he has now turned against them. Shang Nanyi has gone back on his word, and there is also the confusing Fang Qing and the second young master of the Mei family...
It won't be easy for them to win.

Although Thirteen cannot match Young Master Mei, he is still one of the strongest fighters. He thinks Thirteen should be called back.
But, this is the young master. The young master has never made a wrong decision.

Thinking of this, Fifteen bowed his head, saluted the young master, and left. No matter what, the Murong clan must protect the young master who has saved their lives.
He still has things to do.

After everyone left, Jiang Yuanse returned to his desk and looked at the scroll he had just hung up.
He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the painting, but it seemed that he was burned by the windy smile of the person in the painting when he stretched out his hand. He withdrew his hand suddenly and called to the people outside the house, "Fourteen."

A man pushed the door open outside, avoided the scrolls that filled the entire room, and came to the desk, "Young Master."
"Give the orders..." Jiang Yuanse explained his plan word by word.

When he was alone in the room again, a letter broke through the wall and landed on the desk.
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Pei Mingyan stood on the top of the mountain facing the wind, waiting for the person he had an appointment with.

Jiang Yuanse's actions so far have not caused many casualties. If there can be a most peaceful solution, he does not want to commit more killings.

After all, he is a young man who lives in a peaceful society in the 21st century. His wish has not changed until now, and he still fantasizes that after things are over, he can go back to Zhonghua's house to eat skewers and hotpot.
If he really goes back in the future and thinks about the fact that he killed someone, it would be a very painful feeling.

Therefore, Pei Mingyan has always been a peace-loving person.

Of course. This cannot be told to Xue Qingyu, nor can it be known to Shang Nanyi, let alone to Shu Yu.
Perhaps only Fang Qing could understand his subtle little thoughts. After all, they were both peace-loving flower growers.

Sudden.
The sound of the wind stopped abruptly, and a figure came slowly, walking on the clouds and covered with wind.
The man was holding a paintbrush in his hand, with a scroll behind him and a mask covering his face, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Pei Mingyan looked at him with one hand behind his back.

The man opposite spun the brush in his hand and bowed to him, "I have long heard of your great name, Mr. Mei, the son of destiny."
Pei Mingyan raised the corner of his mouth, smiled brightly, and returned his greeting, "I have heard a lot about you, Young Master of the Mu and Rong clans."

Although Pei Mingyan did not point out the difference in pronunciation between "慕" and "沐", his subtle pause still attracted Jiang Yuanse's attention.
Jiang Yuanse curved his eyebrows and said to him, "Young Master Mei has done a lot of homework."

"Since I have invited you to discuss this, I hope to find a solution that satisfies both you and me." Pei Mingyan waved his hand, and the clouds above the mountaintop became thinner. The two of them seemed to be floating in the air. A table appeared above the clouds. Pei Mingyan extended his hand to the other party, "Please take a seat." Jiang Yuan looked at Pei Mingyan for a long time, and suddenly said, "I just realized that I did something wrong."

Pei Mingyan held up his sleeves with one hand and made tea for the other party with the other hand, "I would like to hear more about it."
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Uncle Yu felt a little uneasy. He couldn't tell where this feeling of uneasiness came from, but he just felt uneasy.
At this moment, he was standing at the gate of the academy, waiting for the return of the master. The four big words "Yongshan Academy" were hung where he could see them when he looked up.

Although it is a college, it is his home and the home of many people.

He could feel that everything had changed since Pei Mingyan, no, since Young Master Mei appeared. Not only the dean's body had changed, but also his heart.
If it were the original owner, after recovering, he would definitely not want to find the real murderer, because that is not important. Obsessing over the murderer will only get the academy into trouble. What the dean cares more about is that everyone in the academy can be safe and sound.

He exhaled. He suddenly remembered what Master Mei said to the dean, and it was those words that made the dean begin to doubt whether he had done something wrong.
But what's wrong with letting people who are stuck in the quagmire forget their pain and start over?
The dean once thought this was right, but now, he no longer thinks so.
The abbot said this was nonsense.
So what is he, the person who was attracted by the dean's former ideas?

Uncle Yu closed his eyes and threw away the random thoughts in his head.

The formation in the sky began to ripple, rippling in circles, and the golden light became more and more conspicuous.
"Master, you're back." Uncle Yu said with a smile.

Xue Qingyu forced a smile, as if he had something difficult to say.

Uncle Yu's smile gradually began to stiffen. He pursed his lips and paused for a moment, "Is there anything else that has not been dealt with?"

"I came back to tell everyone." Xue Qingyu glanced at the plaque of the academy, then retracted his gaze and looked directly into Uncle Yu's eyes, "Everyone is free. If you want, you can continue to live in the academy. Although this formation is not a world-shattering and soul-stirring formation, it can also allow everyone to live a peaceful life. If there are grudges, you can leave on your own. Yongshan Academy was once my home, and it will be my home in the future. It's just..."
Xue Qingyu turned away from Uncle Yu's gaze, turned his back to him, and looked up at the sky, "But from now on, the academy is no longer Xue Qingyu's academy."

The sky was full of rosy clouds, and although it was a sunset scene, it dyed half of the sky with a smoky glow.

Xue Qingyu's mouth twitched, and a smile crept onto his face. "I once told everyone that if you couldn't survive, the academy would be your new beginning. But if you lose all your memories, will you still be the one who survives?"

The sunset glow was endless, and his face was also covered with the color of the sunset. "Life is full of ups and downs. Just because I have experienced suffering and feel pain, I cannot exempt everyone from suffering. The academy is a home and a shelter, but I think that life cannot be escaped forever. Some things should be faced after all. Life in the academy is too peaceful, so peaceful that people think it is a paradise, but this is just my deception. I let everyone live the way I want them to. Maybe their personalities are slightly different, but they have also lost the ability to think. The decisions they will make are the decisions I will make. They are no longer themselves, but just me again and again."
"Uncle Yu, do you still think I did nothing wrong?"

"Dean..." Uncle Yu certainly wanted to deny it, but before he opened his mouth, he remembered a lot of things. Everyone in the academy cared about the dean much more than they cared about themselves. Was this really what they really thought?

If these were his true inner thoughts, then what was the abbot's thought after he eliminated the influence of his piano music?
The director wants everyone to be themselves again.

If this is the dean's idea, why do people no longer follow the dean's will as before after recovery?
Xue Qingyu took out a small zither and said, "The influence of the zither sound will disappear little by little as time goes by, and they will gradually recover their past memories. You hold this zither, and when the zither disappears completely, the influence will also disappear. This is the last thing I can do for everyone."

"The academy is your responsibility, Master."

Xue Qingyu smiled bitterly, "I have been carrying this responsibility, and it is time to take a break."

Uncle Yu began to feel that something was wrong, "Master, are you hiding something from me and everyone else?"

"Why do you think so?" Xue Qingyu asked.

"Because the abbot I know is not someone who would shirk his responsibilities."

Xue Qingyu smiled lightly, "I haven't hidden anything from you. You should know that I am from the Negative Spirit Clan. Although the Negative Spirit Clan has become a legend, throughout history, there must be Negative Spirit Clan members who have become weapons. What about the Negative Spirit Clan members who have become weapons? Has anyone ever seen them? Do you know where they went and what their fate was?"

Uncle Yu suddenly understood.
His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he muttered, "The master has passed away, and the ghost has disappeared..."

"I am able to survive until now because of the preservation of Jiang Yuansheng's soul fragments, and there is only one way to kill Jiang Yuanse."

"Destroy the soul fragments."

(End of this chapter)