"Master Ku, I know that you are trapped in a prison and are unwilling to leave Tianque Academy. Can you tell me? Maybe I can help you clear up your doubts."

He sat down on the stone bench, blowing the spring breeze, as if he was doing things at home, and was very patient.

Ku Ye couldn't help but look at him one more time, the old man's eyes sparkled, it seemed that the rumors were true, the emperor had changed, he would draw out his sword to help when the road was rough, he was friendly, he had the government, he was patient, and he was polite and virtuous.

Everything is so different from the infamous His Majesty.

He hesitated for a while and then said helplessly: "Your Majesty, these are just country affairs and are not worth mentioning. It doesn't matter if you don't listen. Anyway, I won't leave here. Thank you very much for coming."

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows, "That's good. Only people with higher abilities can be so stubborn."

"Using the ground as a prison is obviously to punish and restrain yourself. I heard that you have been here for decades, don't you want to give yourself a chance?"

Old Man Kuye glanced at him one more time, suddenly became interested, and unexpectedly opened his mouth.

"Your Majesty, you have unique eyes. The old man is indeed punishing himself and having trouble with himself, but he has been unable to untie his knot for thirty years. Maybe this will be the case for the rest of his life."

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows: "What if I could untie the knot in your heart?"

Ku Ye shook his head. Without Zhou Jian opening his mouth, he knew the purpose of his visit and said calmly: "If you can untie the knot in your heart, this old man can leave with your majesty and do something for the court."

Zhou Jian's eyes lit up when he heard this, he became energetic and said vigorously: "Please speak!"

When Ku Ye was being beaten up, the first time she saw Zhou Jian, she felt that he was very close to him, so she spoke like an old friend at this moment.

"Old man..." He hesitated for a moment, his cloudy eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence, and the sadness in his bones, which had been thickened by the years, was extremely contagious along with his white hair.

He said briefly: "When I was a young man, I made a private lifelong commitment with a woman in Tianque Academy. I agreed to meet and elope in Yuantan during the Yuan Dynasty, but she didn't come."

"I learned the news about her again. She has become a woman. I hate it. I hate myself for being too late to practice martial arts. I hate myself for being too late to learn martial arts. So I drew a wall as a prison to punish myself."

He closed his eyes in pain, as if with endless regret, his brows were knitted into the shape of a river, and the breeze blew his white hair, feeling lonely.

This is a sad story. Although it was just a few words, Zhou Jian was able to figure it out. After being silent, he suddenly thought of a Buddhist classic that he accidentally heard in his previous life.

He smiled mysteriously and said, "What a coincidence, Master Kuye, I also know a story that is very similar to yours."

Ku Ye slowly opened his eyes, quite curious: "Your Majesty, I would like to hear the details."

Zhou Jian stood up, put his hands behind his hands and said, "There was a scholar who made an appointment with his fiancée to pray to heaven and earth. But on that day, his fiancée married someone else. The scholar was so shocked that he couldn't afford to fall ill. His family searched all over the famous doctors.

There is nothing I can do, and I see the scholar dying."

"At this time, a wandering monk took the initiative to see a doctor. He came to the scholar and took out a mirror from his arms to show him. From the mirror, the scholar saw the vast sea, and a woman's body was lying on the shore with no hair. He passed by a

The man only glanced at it, shook his head, and left...

"Another man passed by, took off his clothes, covered the woman's body, and left... Another man passed by, but he dug a hole and carefully buried the woman's body."

"The scene inside the bronze mirror switched, and the scholar saw the female corpse resurrected, and the moment her husband lifted the hijab during the wedding ceremony..."

"After reading it, the scholar recovered from his serious illness and his gloom was instantly lifted!"

Ku Ye was already an old man in his sixties. He was deeply involved at this moment, but he didn't know what he meant. He asked: "Your Majesty, what do you mean? Why is this scholar so similar to the old man?"

"What did the scholar see in the bronze mirror? He was able to recover from a serious illness and untie his heart knot!" His withered hands tightly grasped Zhou Jian, his cloudy eyes eager for an answer, for someone who could let him go.
Chapter completed!