After all that talking, at the crucial moment, I still have to rely on myself!
Xiang Yuan slipped into doubi's mindset and mercilessly mocked his own steady self. Looking at the pitch-black sheet of paper, he said bluntly, "People are born ignorant. Without learning, one cannot travel a thousand miles, so of course one must learn. As for the spiritual aura one is born with being tainted by the mundane world afterward—people are merely born ignorant, not stupid. Just guard your true heart and remain unmoved by external things."
Old Shen, didn't see that coming, did you? I'm an extreme conservative!
"Vulgar." Ji Wuzhou shook his head.
"May I ask, Senior, what is vulgar about it?" Xiang Yuan asked unwillingly.
"Hesitating, attending to one thing while losing another—you are destined to sink into vulgarity."
"Senior, I disagree. Without learning, one cannot know; without knowing, one can hardly act. It is only without unity of knowledge and action that one falls into vulgarity."
Xiang Yuan spoke at length. "You compare the paper to a person, the brush to Heaven's will, and the ink to the laws of heaven and earth. The more you paint, the blacker it becomes. Yet you forget—the brush is in your hand. If Heaven's will truly exists, then at this moment, you are Heaven's will. Only if you want to dye people black will they become black."
"Once you step into this, there is no way back."
Ji Wuzhou took a step forward. "The deeper one's cultivation, the more one learns. The more one understands heaven and earth, the more one knows that the sky is black. It is not that I painted it black—it was black to begin with."
"From what Senior says, you think Heaven doesn't like you?"
"Heaven's will is unfathomable, and more often