"Ideal?" Feng Bujue put on his eyes, "You are a Taoist, but you are still working hard for the court, so I won't complain about it..." He laughed dryly, "But... you actually said

Do you have ideals?"

Yes, of course Cao Qin had ideals.

As mentioned before, he is a transcendent person.

Fame, fortune, glory and wealth no longer matter to him.

He already has invincible martial arts skills.

Stunning beauty...let’s not mention this.

In short, the things that most people pursue in the secular world are no longer pursuits for him.

However, Cao Qin still had ideals.

What he considers is more of a "concept" than a personal "ideal".

"Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, and chivalry breaks the law with martial arts." Cao Qin's voice suddenly became high-pitched, and his eyes became very sharp, "Only by speaking one word can we put an end to party strife. Only by unifying the world can there be no more so-called things in the world.

'Jianghu'.

It is easy to kill people, but it is difficult to kill people's hearts. In the Valley of Heart Burial, it is not only people who are buried, but also their hearts.

I said... I have plenty of time. Even if it takes another fifty or a hundred years, I will complete all of this.

When I succeed, my Ming Dynasty will be prosperous for thousands of years, and the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe."

"Okay~ah~ That's very well said." Feng Bujue put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head and said, "But when that time comes, won't you yourself...become a heretic that must be eliminated under this system?

"

"You don't need to worry about this..." Cao Qin said, throwing away the wine bottle in his hand and letting out his inner breath.

At that moment, the surrounding cherry blossoms collapsed like snow, and the light and mist in the sky swirled like a whirlpool.

The dawn of dawn also fell from the sky at this moment...

In many years, this was the first time that Cao Qin took a serious attitude towards practicing martial arts. Because he knew that... the opponent in front of him was worthy of him.

"You don't have to be polite when you grant me the title of Lord of the Lao." Amidst the chaos of falling flowers, Cao Qin flipped and raised his palm, "You and I will fight today, life and death will be decided by God, no regrets!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels.
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