In the empty lobby, there are some simple wooden tables and chairs everywhere, and the greasiness on it can be seen faintly. Perhaps it is precisely because of the simple decoration that there are not many guests here. The dim lights sway in the wind passing through the hall. People's moods are also fluctuating in this half-clear and half-abnormal. Most of the only people in the room are drinking and thinking about their thoughts.

He Qihuan also stared at the candlelight, thinking about the two old things:

When a person begins, is his nature good or his nature evil?

Being kind to others or being a strong person? How to repay good will be rewarded with evil and evil?

If a person is good, he will be bullied, but God will not bully him - how can God not bully him?

……………………

He took a sip of the tea, which was slightly bitter, but after it was bitter, it slowly turned sweet and left a fragrance on his mouth.

He took another sip of rice wine, which was fragrant and astringent. He was addicted to it.

Tea and wine reflect the swaying candlelight in a clear reflection, and silence suggests something.

When Tang Xiao saw He Qihuan drinking tea and drinking wine, it was rare to drink tea or drink like this, so he couldn't help but look at him a few times.

He Qihuan was fine while sitting, and he was worried about the two old things, so he wanted to find someone to talk to. Tang Xiao was Xiaoxue's brother and helped him several times. So, when he saw Tang Xiao looking at him, He Qihuan also greeted Tang Xiao with a smile.

"Brother Tang, I have a problem that is always difficult to deal with. I would like to ask Brother Tang." He Qihuan bowed to Tang Xiao.

"Please tell me!" Tang Xiao put down his wine glass, sat upright and stared at He Qihuan.

"Brother Tang, do you think it is good or good to be a person? Don't just preach, but be real." He Qihuan said sincerely.

Tang Xiao pondered and said, "Since you asked me like this, I must have thought about this question. Yes, everyone knows the simple truth, and few people say that evil is good or kind is bad. Right? But everyone knows why they often ask this question?"

Tang Xiao seemed to be asking He Qihuan, but also seemed to be asking himself.

He Qihuan stared at Tang Xiao intently, and Tang Xiao also stared at He Qihuan, with two pairs of bright eyes looking at each other under the dim light.

"The key to asking this question is not a simple answer to this question, but a choice in life and a persistence." Tang Xiao continued to say slowly, and he raised his wine glass and looked at the wine in the glass.

And He Qihuan put down his wine glass and listened carefully.

"What kind of good is good? What kind of good is good?" Tang Xiao's eyes moved from wine to He Qihuan. "Many things in this world cannot be simply divided by one, two, and two. Kindness and evil are the same."

He suddenly turned around and said, "Do you know the White Clothes Castle?" Tang Xiao asked.

"I don't know." He Qihuan shook his head and said.

"Oh—?" Tang Xiao looked at He Qihuan and smiled heartily, "Now people in the martial arts world can boldly admit that they don't know that there are really rare people in the White Clothing Castle. You are the first person I have met."

He didn't know that He Qihuan was not a man from the world, or he had only been in the world for a few days, so he naturally didn't know some information that should be common sense for the people from the world. But Tang Xiao admired He Qihuan's unpretentious attitude.

Tang Xiao fell into deep memories: Although the White Clothes Castle is famous in the world now, eighty years ago, most people in the world were just like you now, and they didn’t know the name White Clothes Castle at all.

Our White Clothes Castle is in the northwest of the empire. It is a poor place where people live in remote mountains and poor people. It has no rich resources and convenient transportation. To put it bluntly, it is a place where birds do not shit.

But people need to survive and strive for progress when they live, so a group of people stood up. They have the determination and will of steel. They believe that with their hands and their efforts, birds sing and flowers will scent in the barren mountains, and the Gobi can become a fertile land...

Tang Xiao's eyes were full of reverence, as if he saw the scene of his senior fighting bravely...

But the dangerous environment, harsh conditions, and insidious traps always accompany them and hinder them-

When farming, countless wild beasts traveling around came to make trouble;

The harvest is that there are countless wandering bandits and thieves are peeping;

Success, there are four neighbors eyeing each other to threaten;

A good harvest, a partner with selfish desires must be greedy and corrupt...

How is it?

They can only fight violence with violence and cold with cold. They use iron discipline and iron-like wrists to treat their selfish partners, eyeing their neighbors, wandering bandits, thieves, and wild beasts...

Finally, a world has been created!

They had no enjoyment in themselves, but they left a shade for future generations.

Tang Xiao turned his head suddenly and stared at He Qihuan and said, "To us descendants, do they have good intentions, good thoughts, and good results?"

"Yes!!" He Qihuan nodded without hesitation.

"but--

For those beasts that could roam the mountains, for those robbers that could plunder freely, for those neighbors who could deceive us but were killed by us? They would think that our predecessors had good intentions, good thoughts, and good results?!"

He Qihuan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"So there is no absolute good or evil in this world, only relative good or evil."

"Even for a person, there is no pure good or evil, only vague good or evil good or evil. This is especially true for most people in the world."

There is no purity, only vagueness? He Qihuan fell into deep thought.

Tang Xiao was also immersed in thinking. For a moment, the room fell into silence, only the wind was blowing slowly, and the chandeliers and lanterns made hissing and swaying sounds, which further set off the silence in the room.

Puff—A candle in a lantern exploded, alarming the two of them at the same time.

Tang Xiao looked at He Qihuan with bright pupils and said, "Don't be entangled in the simple distinction between good and evil. The important thing is to have a choice and establish a pursuit..."

"Pursuit?" He Qihuan repeated.

"Yes! You have to have your own beliefs!" A bright light suddenly appeared in Tang Xiao's eyes, even covering the candlelight. "My predecessors rely on their beliefs to support the reputation of the White Clothing Castle.

They believe that I am born to be useful, and they believe that God was born to them in the northern border to transform them. Because of them, the remote villages will become a holy place for martial people! Because of them, the people in this area will live a good life from now on. This is their belief, and this belief supports them to fight and strive again."

Tang Xiao seemed to be narrating, and also seemed to be asking, asking himself, asking how much Qihuan, and asking the world:

"Good, what is good? What is good? What is good?

Always have a grateful heart, to nature and others; always have a sense of awe, to heaven and earth, to conscience—

This is kindness!

If you don’t stick to some details, no matter how you stick to one person or one thing, you will not be able to see the entire forest if you stick to the branches and leaves. If you stick to the details, you will not be able to make the overall situation!

Faith means believing that I will do better than others; faith means I believe that my actions will bring happiness and happiness to everyone.

Faith means persistence, that is, that is, gritting teeth when everyone gives up; faith means that everyone is confused and indulging in self-enjoyment, and still sticking to their pursuits...

It is to carry the responsibilities on his shoulders and work hard to do it. This is the kind thoughts and kindness in his heart.

Such people are heroes among humans and the spine of humans.”

Looking at Tang Xiao, who was a few years older than him, and looking at the fanatical eyes that were usually hard to see in Tang Xiao's eyes, He Qihuan suddenly felt a little fanatic in his heart. This is the power of faith, the power of faith that drives others to be fanatical and selfless.

The two of them looked at each other, and suddenly they had a sense of pride of straddling mountains and ridges all over the world and giving guidance to the country.

Tang Xiao smiled, showing her neat and white teeth, and suddenly changed the subject: "You really look like an old friend of mine."

"Oh..." He Qihuan wanted to touch his nose, but stopped immediately. This was his habitual action. He took the opportunity to get the wine glass: "Your good friend?"

"No, I should say it's a kid."

"Little boy?" He Qihuan relaxed a little, it turned out that he was not talking about himself.

Tang Xiao suddenly asked: "Do you know how happy the most popular one in the world has been recently?"

"Ah! Or is it yourself?" He Qihuan wanted to touch his nose again, so he immediately stopped it and quickly took the teacup: "I know, the entertainment version of Fengyun Tower's Fengyun List is well-known and is at its peak!"

Tang Xiao stared at He Qihuan's cup, wondering: "Why do you drink this way?"

He Qihuan smiled bitterly: "The two old men have different requirements. If they drink like this, then anyone can deal with it when they see it?"

"Oh..." Tang Xiao wanted to ask the two old men what their origins were, but remembering that he had asked similar questions before, He Qihuan was vague. I guess there was something that each sect always didn't want others to know, so he shut up and stopped asking, just talking according to his own thoughts: "Yes, it's this He Qihuan. He is the old friend I mentioned, my sister's classmate, a classmate from the academy. I have had several contacts with me. He is a more interesting child..."

He Qihuan thought to himself: What? Call me a child? How old are you older than me?

Tang Xiao looked at He Qihuan and said, "You - you are very similar to him."

He Qihuan wanted to touch his nose with both hands, and he thought to himself: This time he came to the forest, the two old people repeatedly asked him to keep his identity confidential. Should he explain the truth to Tang Xiao? Forget it, I neither admit nor deny it. You can do whatever you want. If you really guess it on your own, there is no way.

So He Qihuan smiled and said, "Do you think I am him? A scholar who has become a warrior at the level of a warrior in half a year and is still famous?"

Tang Xiao pondered for a while and shook his head, and said with a smile: "I don't believe it! It's you. If you have a weaker level in martial arts, I'm half-believing and half-doubting. Is there such a good martial arts skill that is so easy to practice? Especially a scholar who has never practiced martial arts skills!"

He raised his glass to drink a drink and said intently: Even a genius cannot be so fast. He has the reputation of a genius in the castle, but he has been hard-working for more than ten years before he reached the level of a general. And now he is the third stage of a second-level general. He blinks his eyes and turns from a powerless chicken to a general for half a year. That is a storytelling. Otherwise, the warriors who practice hard in the world would be embarrassed to death.

He Qihuan looked at Tang Xiao's disapproval and protested in his heart: I believe, I believe, what won't happen if those two old people are tortured? What miracle won't happen? But on the surface, he still pretended to be very appreciating Tang Xiao's statement and kept nodding.

But Tang Xiao frowned: "But the Han family has always been very credible and cherishes their feathers. How could they use reputation to make a fuss this time?" He looked at He Qihuan.

The two were silent and answered at the same time:

“Hyphens!”

"Jiang Lang's talent is over!"

After saying that, the two laughed loudly, and they were quite in tune with each other, and the hero was excited about the same experience.

"What a pity..." Tang Xiao frowned again:

"What's wrong?" He Qihuan asked carefully, thinking: What have you thought of again? Don't have any trouble.

“There is one person who believes it, and he believes it very much.”

"who?"

"My sister Xiaoxue. She is a gentle child, but what gentle recognizes will never change. Moreover, I doubt..." Tang Xiao said word by word, "I doubt she fell in love with He Qihuan."
To be continued...