You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 847: A Contest of Mentality

The conversation between the two is like making a move, and every step they take is the chess piece in their mind.

Chang Qing pointed at a cultivator in the picture. The picture remained in his mind, with the high spirits he had just entered the sect and the ambition to save the people in his heart. However, he was oppressed by the sect disciples, suffered the pain of having no chance to make a breakthrough, and felt torn between countless ambitions and reality. He was also tempted to do something, had great ambitions, and was helpless as he went further and further down the wrong path. When he looked back, he asked himself, is he still himself?

He Niao Niao was in deep thought, watching the scene in the picture, and naturally understood which cultivator had dreams from time to time. It was helplessness, it was human nature, it was the recklessness brought about by strength, it was the attention of the strong, it was the temptation of immortality. Their nature gradually underwent a qualitative change, their original intention had changed, it was the helplessness of reality.

"It's all due to selfishness, but is there really no hope?"

Chang Qing nodded and shook his head: "It can be saved, but it's not worth it."

In the picture, there is a mortal world. A young and frivolous youth enters the house to steal for profit. Because of nervousness, he makes a noise and wakes up the owner. He is so scared that he takes out a small knife to give himself courage and stabs the owner to death. The government wants him, but he cannot escape the law in the end. He has to endure countless years of withering and flourishing in prison. His beard turns from black to white, wrinkles appear on his brows, his body becomes more and more hunched, his blood energy declines, and he becomes very old. When he is released from prison, it is winter and he is wearing thin clothes. When he returns home, there are only ruins and his relatives are nowhere to be found. Even though he was passionate when he was young, his cloudy eyes can only look at the falling snow and sigh helplessly.

The scene froze, and Chang Qing said: "Just like ordinary people without cultivation, if they make a mistake, they will be imprisoned. Life is only a hundred years, and they will be old when they come out after wasting decades in prison. Even if they want to have any great thoughts and physical strength, they will be restricted and their spirit will be worn out early, making it difficult for them to cause harm. But - cultivators are different!!"

As soon as the voice changed, the image of the old man was erased, and it was the square of the Yuhai League again. It was still this cultivator, who went deep into the prison of the Yuhai League and suffered torture. In the end, under torture, he revealed the details of Su Zong's deeds in exchange for his own life. When he came down the mountain with a trembling body, dragging his steps, feeling the pain of his destroyed qi sea, he was no longer the immortal in the mouths of ordinary people. At first, he was timid and afraid of being easily beaten to death, so he lived cautiously;

But he soon discovered that mortals were even weaker, and the physique of a cultivator, even if it was crippled, was not comparable to that of a mortal. The Great Martial Sect was no match for him in terms of his strong bones and blood. Gradually, he began to swell up again. Even if it was crippled, his life span was still two hundred years. He had both strength and ambition.

Gradually, he was no longer willing to be mediocre. The pride of a monk made him think that he was superior to others. He relied on his physical strength to burn, kill, loot and do everything he could. After all, he was no longer satisfied. He wanted more. Over the years, he relied on his fierce methods and knowledge to burn, kill, loot and do everything he could. According to his ability, the deaths were more than tens of thousands. He soon became a local evil leader and ordinary people were terrified at the mention of him.

"People who cultivate are different. They have a long lifespan. Even if their vigorous blood and physical strength are wasted, they are still enough to dominate a region. But this person who came out of the dye vat brought his old bad habits and once again brought disaster to the region. People are always unwilling to be mediocre. Climbing up is their instinct!"

As Chang Qing spoke, the splashing blood and the silhouette of the people against the firelight in the picture made He Niaoniao speechless for a long time.

"What if they imprison him for life?" He Niaoniao asked, but immediately stopped talking. Imprisoning him for life is not mercy, but cruelty. Then she changed the question: "Is there no good person among them?"

The picture continued, and the dream-like picture reversed again. The picture became weird again. Each heart was replaced by various colors of light, red, bright red, black, and even gray. The monk they were looking at just now was gray, which meant that he was very good at judging the situation and was good at endurance.

"Yes, but human hearts are hard to predict. We simply cannot tell a person by their face. If we miss a person with an evil heart, it will cause a thousand times more harm. We cannot gamble, let alone gamble with the lives of thousands of ordinary people. If someone must be the evil person and bear the consequences, then let us bear it. As I said before, it has always been difficult to have both good and bad qualities. This is it."

He Niaoniao became more and more silent. She understood that her senior brother had not said some things. It was impossible that only one disciple would be missed among the disciples taught in such a dyeing vat. There might be ten or even a hundred.

“We can be soft-hearted, which is the original intention that we must not forget in our practice, but we cannot be soft-handed and leave behind troubles.

Maybe because we are soft-hearted, we will end up hurting ourselves. They should have understood from the day they started practicing that if they want to kill someone, they will be prepared to be killed. Luo Su Zong has given it a perfect home today."

Chang Qing stood up and waved his sleeves, and everyone in the square lost their lives. This was quite cruel, but it also eliminated future troubles to the greatest extent.

The dazed girl Chang Qing did not try to persuade her anymore. She rubbed He Niao's head and walked away. She needed to digest these things well, not only in the mortal world, but even more so in spiritual practice.

……

Li Mengyu came to Chang Qing with a bunch of things in her arms and raised them up as if to ask for credit: "Teacher, these are for you~"

"No, you can divide it. It's all your credit." He looked at Li Mengyu with a helpless look. This little guy was really heartless. He didn't feel awkward at all about Luo Suzong's death, as if he didn't have any worries at all.

"Don't you feel sad at all? After all, tens of thousands of people died because of you!" He asked, tapping Li Mengyu's head gently.

"Sad? Why? Teacher, didn't you say these people deserve to die? Why are you sad?" Li Mengyu tilted his head with a puzzled look.

Chang Qing laughed: "Is that so... Don't you have any judgment of your own?"

"It's a bit awkward, but I've seen the ugly faces of those who practice cultivation in Luosu Sect. Such a sect deserves to die. I won't have much psychological burden..." Li Mengyu was carefree and bright.

"Oh, teacher! It turns out that calculations are so powerful. Senior Brother Guang just said that he didn't expect that calculations could be used in this way. It's really too mean." Li Mengyu said without scruples, but was hit hard on the head by Changqing. This kid tells both good and bad things to others. He is really terrible.

"Although the four of you have done well on this trip, you must not be arrogant and think that you can do it alone. You should think more about what you would do if there was no Fatty, no Mighty One, and no elixirs and various acting skills that I made for you. What simpler methods can you use to achieve the same results?"

Chang Qing paused and looked at the four little guys. Then he felt his tone was a little harsh, so he changed his words: "The old bastards out there have lived for thousands of years. They have spent the rest of their lives scheming against others. They have almost no hair left on their heads. So don't be complacent. What you can use, others can also use. They are even more ruthless and you can't be careless. Do you understand?"