Chapter 20: Dispersing the Disciples
Lu Xuan stood still, his pale lips opening and closing slightly, as if he had lost his soul.

He weighed the pros and cons for a moment, and with the little bit of rationality left in him, he suppressed the reluctance in his mind and bowed to Old Master Lu:
"Uncle, I'm leaving first. You should go to bed early."

"Go ahead, don't worry about him. When you're a hundred years old, how much can you worry about him?"

Mr. Lu waved his hand, his voice gentle but full of pride:
"Jin'er knows which path to take and how to go. You don't have to hold on too tightly."

"Well, I know what you mean."

Lu Xuan retreated respectfully, closed the door of the study, went straight to the hall, and called the servant to bring paper and pen.

Unlike the anxiety last time, the wealthy head of the Lu family was hesitant at this moment.

Facing the spread-out letter paper, he raised the ink-stained wolf-hair brush several times, wanting to write some advice, but his brush always froze in mid-air.

The incense and candles on the table melted away inch by inch until they were almost burned out.

Lu Xuancai closed his eyes slightly, raised his wrist and wrote two large characters in thick ink that were so powerful that they could be seen through the back of the paper.

"Send this letter to Trinity Gate."

Lu Xuan looked exhausted. He called the servant beside him to take away the letter and said:

"Tell Jin'er that this will always be his home, so he can do whatever he wants."

"All right, sir, I'll go right away."

The servant wrapped the letter, put it in his arms, and hurried out under the cover of night.

"what!!!"

"Dad!!! Stop pushing me!"

Helpless and collapsed wails came from the courtyard.

In the morning, Jiang Mo was woken up and seemed to be thinking about something. He got up and pushed the door open to go out.

At the mountain gate, an old man with gray hair and a hunched body knelt in front of Changqing and begged bitterly:
"Immortal, please, persuade Shan Yang!!"

"His mother has been ill in bed recently and the child is still young, so you should let him go back with us."

Turbid tears flowed down the rough face.

A bald old man in his seventies, wearing a gray robe, knelt on the ground and was about to kowtow, but was held back by Changqing.

"No! Old man, we can't bear it!"

Along with the bald old man came a woman in flowery clothes, holding a crying baby in her arms.

"Wow wow wow!!!"

The loud cry of a baby echoed in the spacious atrium.

Shuiyun and Changqing, who had not slept all night, looked at the women, the old people and the babies, and felt unhappy.

As for the disciple called "Shan Yang", he had a bandage on his head, was less than seven feet tall, and his simple and honest face was already covered with tears.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

He also knelt on the ground, with his back to his wife and children, not daring to look back, but begging his father in a broken voice: "Dad, I can't leave."

"Master...I was harmed by a villain after learning my skills..."

"There are also Quan Xing who are rampant and attack the mountain to get the corpses."

"Please, please forgive me!!!"

Shanyang's knees seemed to have taken root and he was reluctant to leave.

Hearing the baby's crying, the woman's eyes looked even more pitiful, and even a little frightened.

Shui Yun felt as if a heavy hammer hit his chest. He frowned slightly and warned in a deep voice:
"Shanyang, go home with your uncle."

"Senior brother, I."

Before he could finish his words, Shuiyun spoke firmly, leaving no room for negotiation:
"Pack your things and leave now!"

Changqing helped Shanyang up and patted his shoulder.

"Let's go back. We have Uncle Jiang Mo and everyone here. We can handle it."

"Don't worry your family."

Shuiyun and Changqing used both soft and hard tactics to force Shanyang into a helpless state.

At this moment, he who was howling saw a figure walking towards him. He seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He hurried forward, hugged Jiang Mo's thighs, and cried with his whole body shaking.

"Uncle Master, please, let me stay!"

"I am unwilling to be unable to...kill my enemy!"

He spoke incoherently, and his words of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness were like an invisible mountain, pressing down on this man to the point of suffocation.

Jiang Mo stroked Shan Yang's head gently and advised gently: "Don't cry."

"You are a father now. Look, your little baby is so cute."

Shan Yang's eyes were red and swollen from crying. He felt wronged and helpless. He couldn't make a choice between the sect and his relatives, each holding one side.

"I'll take care of everything on the mountain."

"Revenge will be taken."

The few numbers were filled with unquestionable power. Shan Yang's crying gradually stopped. He raised his head slightly and saw Jiang Mo, who was dressed in white and had black hair. The sun was blazing above his head, and the light was shining from his shoulders. His figure was particularly majestic.

"Uncle Master."

His voice trembled, as if he had guessed something and was afraid of being expelled from Trinity.

"go back."

Jiang Mo looked at the kneeling junior. He easily detected the other party's cultivation level and found that he had just barely crossed the second level.

"Take care of your family."

"When I have pacified Quan Xing and made the name of Sanming known to the world, you can come back."

"how?"

There is no oppression based on seniority or status, only sincerity in speaking one's mind.

Jiang Mo's almost negotiating attitude gave Shan Yang a way out and he was not bound by the moral principles in his heart.

The old man standing by is very experienced, how could he not hear the hidden meaning in the words?
He was worried that Shan Yang would regret it, so he was the first to burst into tears of gratitude and said, "Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!!"

"It's alright, old sir, please stand up quickly."

"Shuiyun, take Shanyang to pack the luggage."

"Okay, Uncle Master."

Shuiyun drags away Shanyang, who is as guilty as a machine.

Jiang Mo came closer to the woman, perhaps because of his handsome and gentle face.

As soon as he approached, the baby stopped crying. Instead, it bit its fingers and stared at him blankly with its bright little eyes.

"What's this kid's name?"

Jiang Mo reached out and gently pinched the baby's cheek, causing the baby to babble and smile innocently.

"My Lord, the child's name is Enyang."

The tears on the woman's haggard face were still fresh; she felt exhausted after the long journey.

"Enyang. Nice name."

Jiang Mo touched the child's head lovingly, and a ray of spiritual light poured into him secretly.

That was a blessing spell he carved using his secret magic, which could help babies grow healthily and avoid being attacked by diseases.

Soon, Shanyang walked out with a small bag on his back.

Before the stairs leading down the mountain, he kowtowed three times and nine times in front of the ruined mountain gate, tears streaming down his face.

"Uncle Master, Senior Brother"

"Just go back."

Jiang Mo turned around resolutely and returned to the Dao Court.

Afterwards, he, Changqing and Shuiyun began to clear out those disciples who had families.

The fight with Quan Xing is destined to be bloody and cruel, and everyone agrees on this point.

Therefore, regardless of whether any relatives came to pick them up, Jiang Mo would persuade them kindly and send these disciples away on the same day.

It's approaching noon.

Lu Jin held a scroll of family letters in his hand and handed it to Jiang Mo as a token of authority.

"Uncle Master, please let me stay."

Jiang Mo opened it and saw the words "follow your heart", then he tacitly agreed to let him stay.

The huge Trinity Gate gradually became deserted, the wind was blowing and the atmosphere was bleak.

As dusk turns to night, the setting sun looks like blood.

Zhuge Yu, who had gone down the mountain to do some business, hurried back.

"Uncle Master, all the widows of those senior brothers have been properly arranged."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Zhuge."

Jiang Mo, sitting at the steps of the mountain gate, held a letter from home between his fingers and handed it to Zhuge Yu: "It contains your family's thoughts."

open.

Finished reading.

Zhuge Yu's face was calm and determined. He held the letter tightly in his hand and shattered it into pieces.

"That's not what I had in mind."

There were five figures sitting in front of the broken and bumpy mountain gate.

Shuiyun, Changqing, Lu Jin, Zhuge Yu
The fiery clouds illuminated the entire sky, and the mountains and forests swayed.

Lu Jin looked at the vast world, feeling lost: "We are the only ones left"

(End of this chapter)