802 Coming Home Part I (2/2)
He turned to the gloomy sky and said, ”I have always admired my Youngest Uncle, who could fight against Heaven with his sword. After Teacher left in the Sishui River, I was expecting to follow him in the future. Now I may have no chance.”
Not everyone was able to understand him.
The Eldest Brother sighed. Then he said, ”Pipi has left.”
In the back of the mountain, Jun Mo and Chen Pipi were the closest. When he heard this, he asked after a little silence, ”Can the Abbey Dean recover?”
It was the most important issue for the Academy.
Jun Mo was asking Ning Que.
Everyone in the hut were looking at Ning Que.
On the Vermilion Bird Avenue that day, Ning Que had answered this question. Yet, he still thought for a long time before he answered, ”No, he can't.”
Hearing this answer, Second Brother finally relaxed. Even the wind had become warmer.
The powerful Abbey Dean had always been the rainy cloud over their hearts. Even though he failed, he was not beaten by Ning Que. He was beaten by the God-stunning Array.
In other words, he was defeated by the Master.
If they fought in some other place rather than Chang'an, neither the Eldest Brother nor Jun Mo, plus Yu Lian, would be unable to beat him.
As for Ning Que, he had no chance at all.
The waterfall sounded deafening, echoing throughout the hut.
Ning Que had always wondered how his Second Brother could sleep in this environment and how could they hear each other when they were talking in the yard.
He once asked his Second Brother about this and his answer was: if you could get used to it, you would hear nothing when your heart was at peace.
Dozens of days had passed, and after two wonderful and breathtaking battles, Jun Mo returned to his own small courtyard.
For the first time, he realized that it was noisy.
He knew it was because his heart was not calm enough.
He stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky and fell silent for a long time. Then he watched his empty sleeve and frowned.
He lost his right arm when he fought against Liu Bai.
His arm was not the problem. He could use his left hand and he was still invincible—the problem was his heart, which was another pair of shoes.
He clearly knew that he might never be able to reach the pinnacle of cultivation.
The Great Way existed, at the beginning of the main road.
The other side of the river brings us to the other end.
It was a fairer place above the Five States, where only the Headmaster and the Youngest Uncle could reach.
It was above the sky.
He was only a little inferior to Liu Bai in Sword Taoism, but he was younger and he had more potential. He should have been able to reach there.
However, now all hopes had been cut off.
This was the heaviest blow, even worse than death for a cultivator, which could drive people crazy. Even for a tough man like Jun Mo, his hair grayed.
Yet if someone asked him if this was worth it, he still refused to answer.
He never regretted.
How was it not worth it to have a fight with Liu Bai?
He just felt sorry for himself.
”If you can't fight with Heaven, you can fight with people. It would also be interesting.”
Ning Que entered the yard and said, ”The Abbey Dean has been ruined, but Eldest Brother and Third Sister are badly injured. They will be unable to recover in a short time. Both the country and the Academy need you.”
Jun Mo didn't turn around. He said, ”Don't worry about me.”
”I have to,” said Ning Que.
Jun Mo turned around and said with a smile, ”I will drop it.”
Ning Que suddenly felt that he wasn't able to recognize the man standing in front of him after he turned around. There was something happening to him, something subtle.
Even he had taken his high hat off and he was smiling; he was the same proudest man in the world. He just looked less unamiable.
Ning Que was unfamiliar with this, so he didn't know what to say.
Jun Mo continued, ”I just haven't adapted to it since I can't hold my right hand with my left hand when I stand. It would look ugly when I make a salute.”