RPAGF Chapter 414 Ma Xianhong: Turn back? Not happening!
Chapter 414 Ma Xianhong: Turn back? Not happening!
"Ma Xianhong!"
Zhuge Qing's heart skipped a beat and he could hardly believe his eyes.
After searching for a long time, he actually met Ma Xianhong again here.
Taking a deep breath, Zhuge Qing tried his best to calm his agitated emotions, took a step forward, and slowly walked towards the familiar figure.
"Old horse."
A few steps away from the figure, Zhuge Qing stopped and called softly.
Although the sound was not loud, it was particularly clear in the silent woods.
As the words fell, the figure swayed slightly.
Then, he slowly turned around.
Sure enough, it was Ma Xianhong.
He was still dressed in his signature outfit, wearing a simple Taoist robe, with a thin face and a meaningful look in his eyes.
"Zhuge Qing?"
Ma Xianhong looked at the person in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
"How did you find this place?"
Zhuge Qing looked at Ma Xianhong and did not answer directly, but asked:
"Why are you here?"
Ma Xianhong was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"I'm waiting for someone here."
"Waiting for someone?"
Zhuge Qing frowned slightly.
"Who are you waiting for?"
Ma Xianhong did not answer, but just stared at Zhuge Qing quietly.
Zhuge Qing felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, so he took a deep breath and simply got straight to the point:
"Old Ma, I came here to return the Divine Machine to you."
As he spoke, Zhuge Qing carefully took out the Divine Machine from his arms, held it in both hands, and handed it to Ma Xianhong.
Ma Xianhong looked at the magic weapon in Zhuge Qing's hand, and a complex and inexplicable emotion flashed across his face.
"You...really want to give it back to me?"
Ma Xianhong opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse.
"Ah."
Zhuge Qing nodded.
"This thing shouldn't have belonged to me."
"If I hold it, it will only bring me more trouble."
"in addition……"
Zhuge Qing paused for a moment and his tone became sincere.
"I hope you can stop here."
"Close hand?"
Ma Xianhong looked at Zhuge Qing.
"What do you mean?"
Zhuge Qing took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"Old Ma, I probably understand everything you have done."
"You used Biyou Village and those people with superior talents to achieve your own goals."
"But have you ever thought that doing this will only cause more people to get hurt?"
"I hope you can stop doing this."
Ma Xianhong was silent.
He looked at Zhuge Qing, a trace of struggle flashing across his expression.
"Zhuge Qing, do you think that things are really as simple as they seem on the surface?"
Ma Xianhong spoke slowly.
"Everything I do is for..."
"for what?"
Zhuge Qing interrupted Ma Xianhong.
"For your illusory ideals? For your wishful ambitions?"
"But why should your ideals and ambitions be built on the suffering of others?"
"Ma Xianhong, do you really have a clear conscience for doing this?"
Ma Xianhong fell silent again.
He lowered his head and looked at the magic weapon in his hand.
"Zhuge Qing, I understand everything you said."
Ma Xianhong's voice was low and hoarse.
"But I don't have a choice."
"I have to do it."
"why?"
Zhuge Qing asked.
"Why did you have to do this?"
"because……"
Ma Xianhong raised his head and looked at Zhuge Qing.
“This world needs to change.”
“And I am the one who can change the world.”
Ma Xianhong's expression gradually became fanatical.
"Zhuge Qing, would you like to join me?"
Ma Xianhong suddenly asked.
"Join me and change the world together."
Zhuge Qing looked at Ma Xianhong and shook his head slowly.
"Old Ma, I won't join you."
“What I’m after is not to change the world.”
“I just want to protect the people around me.”
"Protect them and keep them from getting hurt."
"That's all."
Zhuge Qing's voice was firm and decisive.
Ma Xianhong looked at Zhuge Qing, a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.
"Zhuge Qing, you really... disappoint me so much."
Ma Xianhong spoke slowly.
"In that case, there is nothing more to say between us."
Ma Xianhong took back the Divine Machine and turned to leave.
"Old horse!"
Zhuge Qing suddenly called him.
"You really...can't you just stop here?"
There was a hint of pleading in Zhuge Qing's voice.
Ma Xianhong stopped and turned his back to Zhuge Qing.
"Zhuge Qing, please go."
Ma Xianhong's voice was cold and resolute.
"There is nothing left to talk about between us."
"Old Ma, do you really think that you can turn the tide with your own strength?"
Zhuge Qing's voice was low and hoarse, like fallen leaves drifting in the autumn wind, with a hint of helplessness and regret.
He walked forward slowly, and every step seemed to be stepping on Ma Xianhong's heart, heavy and depressing.
The moonlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves, falling on the two of them, stretching their shadows very, very long.
Ma Xianhong had his back to Zhuge Qing, his body trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner emotions.
He clenched the magic sword in his hand tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
"I know that everything you do is for the 'new world' in your heart."
Zhuge Qing's voice rang out again, breaking the suffocating silence.
"But have you ever thought about how many innocent lives you have to sacrifice to realize your ideals?"
"Those people with superior talents who were bewitched by you, those villagers of Biyou Village who were used by you, how innocent are they?"
"Could it be that, in your eyes, they are all just tools for you to realize your ideals?"
Zhuge Qing's tone gradually became excited.
Every word seemed to be a question bursting out from the depths of his chest, carrying with it endless compassion and heartache.
Ma Xianhong turned around suddenly, his eyes red, staring at Zhuge Qing.
"Zhuge Qing, what do you know?"
Ma Xianhong's voice was hoarse and low, like the growl of a wounded beast.
"You simply don't understand how corrupt and dark this world is!"
"Only by breaking the old order can a new order be established!"
"Only in this way can those living at the bottom of society see hope and light!"
Ma Xianhong became more and more excited, and his body began to tremble slightly.
"Old Ma, you are wrong!"
Zhuge Qing did not flinch and looked straight into Ma Xianhong's eyes.
“Real change comes not through killing and destruction, but through love and hope!”
"The 'new world' you built with violence and lies will only be another hell!"
"If you do this, you will only cause more people to fall into pain and despair!"
Zhuge Qing's voice was sonorous, powerful and resounding.
"shut up!"
Ma Xianhong roared, interrupting Zhuge Qing's words.
"Zhuge Qing, you don't understand me at all. You are not qualified to judge what I do!"
"Everything I do is for this world and for those oppressed people!"
"Even if it means sacrificing myself, I will do it!"
Ma Xianhong's eyes became fanatical, like a burning flame that was about to burn everything to ashes.
"Old Ma, you've gone crazy!"
Zhuge Qing said with great sorrow.
"You have been blinded by hatred and obsession. You can no longer see the true direction!"
"Turn back, Lao Ma, it's not too late to turn back now!"