Hearing these writings, he knew it was undoubtedly Cai Xuan.
Yu Ci drove his cart along the path, and sure enough, he found Cai Xuan deep within the garden. The young man wore a single long robe, his hands clasped behind his back with eyes closed, reciting classical texts. Yet from beginning to end, over and over again, it was just these few limited sentences.
As he chanted aloud, the vital energy throughout his body resonated with the outside world, giving his voice a power that struck against the chest. Clearly, this was also a superior technique for circulating breath. Drawing closer, the chanting abruptly cut off.
Yu Ci drove right up to him: "Am I interrupting you?"
"No, even if Senior Brother Lu hadn't come, I was about to stop reading anyway."
I do not know when, but Cai Xuan had directly changed his address for Yu Ci to "Senior Brother." Yu Ci let him be. Observing the young man's complexion, his cheekbones were somewhat flushed—this was a sign that his severe injuries had not yet healed, but there was also a trace of sheepishness. He heard him sigh with emotion:
"The sage's scriptures and meanings speak clearly, yet putting them into practice is so terribly difficult..."
Yu Ci blinked, and then he understood somewhat. To speak of understanding the cruel flavor of the space between life and death in this world, there were very few among his peers who could compare to him. He found Cai Xuan's mindset rather easy to understand: "You mean 'sacrifice life for righteousness'."
Cai Xuan nodded.
Fondness for playing the teacher was always a common failing of people, and Yu Ci could not be exempt from it either. He smiled and asked: "How does it feel now? Tell me the honest truth."
Cai