My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 499 - 334 Rong’er Brother, You Are My Sun_2

Chapter 499: Chapter 334 Rong’er Brother, You Are My Sun_2

Zhao Rong’s bad intention to ’taste’ her jade-like fingers ended in vain.

Lingfei’s lips curled into a slight smile as she gave him a white glance.

Her autumnal eyes became all the more enchanting.

However, when a look of helplessness crossed Zhao Rong’s face, she gently parted her red lips and took the two scallion-like fingers—dipped in grape juice and having escaped Zhao Rong’s mouth—into hers. Without any disdain, she gently sucked on them before continuing to peel grapes for her husband.

Zhao Rong could not help but chuckle, still calling him a child, yet Qing Jun was the same as she was in her youth.

Back then, he liked to tease Qing Jun and Qian’er. Every time he picked their favorite grapes, he would only let Qing Jun and Qian’er peel them but not eat any.

Therefore, in order to sate her cravings and thirst, Qing Jun learned to lick her fingers, a sort of ’dyeing.’ Gradually, it became a habit.

Now, Lingfei delivered another crystal-clear grape to Zhao Rong’s mouth, while the palm of her other hand curved slightly, coming up to his lips to catch the grape seeds.

At the same time, she raised her eyes and locked gazes with Zhao Rong, saying,

"Husband, I understood what you said just now. However, there are some words from Teacher Tao that I can’t comprehend. Why did he speak of Saints like that? What does ’without Saints, there will be no end to great thieves’ mean?"

Zhao Rong swallowed the grape by his mouth and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. As per the old rule, he complimented Qing Jun first.

"My wife has good comprehension, to understand it just by hearing it once. As for your latter question..."

He grew more serious, "I will just share my understanding as a reference for my wife, but you need not believe all of it."

Lingfei nodded then shook her head, staying silent.

"Without Saints, there will be no end to great thieves..."

Zhao Rong chuckled softly to himself, then after a moment’s contemplation, spoke calmly:

"I told you just now that Daoist scholars believe that morality should be equal, all people in the world are of equal morality, without any difference in rank, for difference is the root of conflict."

He paused.

"Hence, without Saints, there will be no end to great thieves. Because once a Saint emerges, morally superior to others, there will subsequently arise great thieves who covet the Saint’s position!"

"It’s like a bright lamp in a dark room; you think it will illuminate the darkness, but in reality, it’s the presence of light that creates darkness. Conversely, if you don’t light up the lamp, the room remains in a state of primordial chaos, devoid of any strife or difference, doesn’t it?"

Zhao Rong looked up at the solitary moon in the sky above. Amidst the darkness, the moon hung high, its silver gleam covering the land, becoming the most eye-catching thing in this night.

Thus, for thousands of years within the Xuanhuang Realm, how many beings harbored the ambition and passion to reach the Nine Heavens and grasp the moon, for better or worse.

Who wouldn’t want to be the highest moon, hanging above all beings, supreme and unreachable.

"Qing Jun, remember, originally pure and good morals, once promoted vigorously, tend to attract mostly not the good people. In this regard, as a Confucian Scholar, I do not deny it."

"However, as per the cause and effect argument you made in the Bamboo Forest today, it is precisely because the world is lacking in morality that we Confucian Scholars doubly champion morality, striving to do something about it."

"Daoist scholars oppose differences, whereas our Confucian Saints do the opposite, dividing ’The Way’ into detailed subsets of morality, benevolence, propriety, and actively promoting them, giving rise to differences."

Zhao Rong suddenly fixed his gaze on Qing Jun, speaking solemnly:

"Thus, Daoists believe that we Confucians have confused the hearts of the people. Teaching and rites, in their mouths, have even become the chief culprits of chaos."

He paused, sat up straight, and glanced at Qing Jun, who was listening attentively, and at Qian’er, who was leaning her little head to the side, eavesdropping engrossedly, and heaved a gentle sigh.

"This is also why Daoists preach ’non-action,’ opposing the ’action’ advocated by other schools of thought."

"When Saints create bronze and iron tools for agriculture, great thieves use these tools to make swords and vie for the world."

"When Saints harness fire to benefit the people, great thieves use fire to burn cities and plunder."

"When Saints establish morals, benevolence, and propriety to restrain the populace, great thieves steal these virtues to enslave the people using the Saints’ laws, coveting even the wisdom of Saints, desiring to usurp the place of the Saint and rule over all."

Lingfei suddenly spoke, "That’s why in the Bamboo Forest today, Teacher Tao said ’the more one does, the more one errs’?"

She looked up, her autumnal eyes narrowing as she fixed her gaze on the moon, murmuring:

"Judging by this, within the Xuanhuang Human Clan, when ’Emperor Xuan’s Law’ is established, there may be great thieves who exploit it."

"Constructing the grand ancestral hall for the Human Clan, there might be great thieves who steal that honor."

"Appointing heirs to the throne of the Human Clan could lead to great thieves stealing these titles;"

"Casting the Xuan Furnace to stabilize the Nine Provinces might invite great thieves to steal the Xuan Furnace... and eventually, what Daoist scholars fear the most is..."

Lingfei’s brows furrowed deeply, "Even the position of the Great Emperor could be usurped by the counterfeit Saints!"

Suddenly broaching this unusually bold topic, the air itself seemed to freeze.

Zhao Rong neither agreed nor disagreed, remaining silently still.

For some reason, his thoughts wandered to a certain unofficial history book from the Nankang Kingdom he had once borrowed from the library.

Since that book, Zhao Rong had taken an interest in borrowing others from the library, with most of them being official and unofficial histories of kingdoms beneath the mountains.

Apart from understanding history to gain wisdom and experiencing the cultures, heroes, and legends of different lands, he saw something else in them.

Sometimes, Zhao Rong would read history books by lamplight deep into the night, and the more he read, the more he would close the book and sit in silent contemplation.

The windows were shut, but he would shiver nonetheless.

After a silence, Zhao Rong would open the book again, looking carefully, and after much searching, in the interstices of the text, he found two words.