To comprehend all worldly affairs is learning; to be practiced in human feelings is literature.
The two words Dao and Virtue sounded weightless, as if they were nothing at all. Yet to some, they were heavier than Mount Tai; to others, no more than a scrap of wastepaper.
Su Che walked to Lü Zheng's side.
The ruler of the Solitary Bamboo Kingdom, Yun Niang, Dugu Ba, Lü Hui Niang, and the armored soldiers stood divided into two clearly distinct camps.
Su Che instructed Lü Zheng.
"Do you know why you are unhappy?"
"Disciple..."
"You have clearly changed your own circumstances and become half a disciple of the Longevity Sect's chief seat. You have clearly cultivated the power of Divine Communion, while your martial aura has advanced by a thousand miles each day. You clearly have elders backing you today, yet you are still caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat."
Lü Zheng let out a breath of turbid air.
"Because you cannot bear to let go, while others can."
"Elder..."
"You treat them as beloved family and close friends, but there was never a place for you in their hearts."
Su Che pointed out Lü Zheng's error.
"When one lives in this world, one cannot be too self-centered, but neither can one lack a self. Finding the proper measure between those two is Dao and Virtue."
"A measure?"
"To follow one's heart without overstepping the bounds. Among the Three Teachings, each has its own answer."
It was not only Lü Zheng. At this moment, Dugu Ba's face had also become utterly solemn.
Because he knew that Elder Yang was explaining some of his own insights into cultivation.
"I wonder what the Buddhist School's way is?"
"No self, no person, no living being, no lifespan."
Su Che pointed one