Chapter 44: Truly Blind

Seeing Gu Shaoan suddenly step sideways into his line of sight, Song Qingshu frowned, and dissatisfaction immediately showed on his face.

Taking this reaction in, Gu Shaoan secretly shook his head.

“This disposition is worse than ordinary.”

It was not only Gu Shaoan who felt this way; Miejue felt the same at this moment.

He was the leading disciple of Wudang’s third generation, his father was Wudang’s acting sect leader, and his martial arts among the third-generation disciples of Wudang could be said to rank first.

In the past, regarding Song Qingshu, Miejue felt some favor and thought he could be considered an outstanding young man.

If Song Qingshu could form a marriage alliance with a disciple of Emei, it would also give the Emei Sect more confidence in the martial world.

But now, she glanced at the young disciple with starry eyes, handsome appearance, and steady bearing.

Then looked again at Song Qingshu, whose joy and anger were all written on his face, and Miejue snorted coldly in her heart.

All of a sudden she felt she had truly been blind before, to have thought such goods could count as an outstanding youth.

Immediately, Miejue shifted her body sideways a step to block Song Qingshu’s gaze, and spoke: “Since Sect Leader Song finds it discourteous, you should properly instruct your young master, lest he repeat his mistakes.”

As she reached the end, Miejue let out a cold snort.

Her voice, mixed with true qi, seemed to explode right by Song Qingshu’s ear, startling him into an involuntary shudder.

He raised his head and, when his gaze collided with Miejue’s cold and displeased eyes, he quickly lowered his head again.

If it had been someone else, on hearing Miejue’s words, they would likely already harbor dissatisfaction.

But Song Yuanqiao was honest and kind by nature, and on top of that, Song Qingshu had been discourteous first.

At this moment, hearing Miejue’s words, he could not help casting Song Qingshu a severe glance, with quite a bit of anger at his failure to live up to expectations.

Then his gaze fell on Gu Shaoan standing in front of Zhou Zhiruo, and he asked, “The little one behind Abbess Guan is full of spirit and looks proper. At such a young age he already has some of the abbess’s steadiness. May I ask who he is?”

When Gu Shaoan was mentioned, the displeasure on Miejue’s face eased slightly, and she said, “This is the personal disciple I took in two months ago. Shaoan, come and pay your respects to Sect Leader Song.”

Gu Shaoan stepped forward, his right hand forming a sword finger resting upright on the sword hilt, performing the Emei disciple’s salute.

“Disciple of Emei, Gu Shaoan, pays respects to Sect Leader Song.”

His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, the tone cool yet carrying a hint of childishness.

Looking at Gu Shaoan before him, Song Yuanqiao’s eyes lit up.

“Abbess Guan’s disciple speaks with uncommon poise. At such a young age, his words already carry a bit of scholarly grace.”

Miejue nodded and said, “This disciple of mine was originally from a scholarly family in Jiangnan, but his home fell into chaos. Just then, disciples of my Emei Sect passed by, so they brought him back to Emei.”

On hearing what Gu Shaoan had gone through, Song Yuanqiao sighed.

“When the world is in turmoil, the times are hard. In such a world, the martial world is hard, and ordinary people have it even harder. My master once spent sixty years in the martial world purging demons, thinking he could bring some peace to the martial world.”

“Once, outside Huaiyang Mountain, he wiped out the bandits wreaking havoc all over the mountain, but half a year later, when passing Huaiyang again, he found that Huaiyang Mountain had new bandits, whose deeds were even more ferocious and vicious.”

“Only then did my master realize that evil is born from the heart, wickedness comes from people. As long as there are people, the evil ones under heaven can never be fully slain.”

“The so-called Jiazi Demon Purge was actually…”

Though the rest of the sentence was left unfinished, how could Miejue not understand the meaning?

Miejue herself hated evil with a passion. The evildoers she had slain in her life were already countless.

How could she not understand this principle?

But when the road is unjust, there must be those who level it.

If everyone sees injustice and turns a blind eye, that is when the world truly falls into chaos.

This is also why righteous sects are always different from the demonic cult and those neutral powers.

You may mock these righteous sects in private as pedantic and rigid.

But even the villains of the martial world know that if they were ordinary people who suffered injustice,

the only ones they could turn to would be these righteous sects.

Perhaps feeling the topic was too heavy, Song Yuanqiao shifted the conversation.

“To become the abbess’s disciple, this little brother must surely have something exceptional to have gained the abbess’s favor.”

Miejue smiled, then looked at Gu Shaoan with gentle eyes, unconsciously showing comfort and satisfaction on her face.

Song Yuanqiao had meant it as polite praise, but he had not expected Miejue to react like this.

For a moment, Song Yuanqiao could not help feeling even more curious about Gu Shaoan.

On the way up the mountain, watching Miejue and Song Yuanqiao talking nonstop ahead, Zhou Zhiruo could not help lowering her voice to ask, “Junior disciple brother, did Second Senior Sister not say that during True Lord Zhang’s birthday previously, there was some unpleasantness with Wudang, so their relations were poor?”

“But why do I see Master and Sect Leader Song seeming quite familiar with each other?”

Gu Shaoan glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and said, “Senior disciple sister once said she was saved by True Lord Zhang, and then personally escorted to Emei by Sect Leader Song. If Master’s relationship with Wudang were truly poor, would Master have taken Senior Sister as her personal disciple?”

In the martial world, relationships between people are already complicated. How much more so the relationships between sect and sect?

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head.

This was something she had never figured out.

After entering Emei and hearing from Ding Minjun about the relationship between Wudang and Emei, Zhou Zhiruo had once worried that Miejue would dislike her because of it.

Because of this, she had lived in fear on the mountain for a long time.

Only when she discovered that Miejue treated her the same as the other senior sisters did she finally feel at ease.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo’s reaction, how could Gu Shaoan not tell that she still did not understand?

It was just that the matter within was too complicated, far from something that could be explained in a short time.

And with other Wudang and Emei disciples around, Gu Shaoan could not say too much.

So he said, “If Senior Sister cannot figure it out, then do not trouble yourself over it. When you are able to, you will naturally understand.”

“Right now, all Senior Sister and I need to remember is that we are Master’s disciples, disciples of the Emei Sect. We only need to follow the instructions of Master and the elders of the sect.”

Miejue and Song Yuanqiao walked in front, but both were post-natal innate, with internal energy already transformed into true qi, their five senses far keener than others.

Although Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo kept their voices very low, to the two of them it was no different from whispers by the ear.

Hearing Gu Shaoan’s words, Miejue could not help smiling with her eyes.

She glanced at Song Qingshu walking beside Song Yuanqiao, and, feeling pleased, also could not help a trace of disdain in her gaze.

Song Yuanqiao, meanwhile, could not help turning his head to look at Gu Shaoan, silently praising him in his heart.

Then he turned back to look at Song Qingshu.

He saw that Song Qingshu’s gaze was still fixed on Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo, who were whispering together. His expression immediately darkened.

At the same time, as Song Qingshu watched Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo whispering so intimately, though he knew Gu Shaoan was very young, he still felt displeased.

But before he could think more about it, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

He looked up and happened to meet Song Yuanqiao’s disappointed and displeased gaze and Miejue’s proud yet faintly contemptuous eyes.

Song Qingshu: “????”