40,000 Years of Cultivation

When those neon garments, fairy-winds, bones, and handsome cultivators emerge from the magnificent floating mountains with swords, looking down on the ground with thin yellow muscles, ragged clothes, and even ordinary people who emit foul smells, there is a difference between heaven and humans. Too much!

"Ordinary people are ants!"

It is extremely difficult for Li Yao, who grew up in the new era, to agree with this sentence.

Because in the modern cultivation civilization where the Star Federation is located, even ordinary people without the power to bind chickens can be well-dressed, clean and tidy, have a strong physique, and a good mental outlook. At least at first glance, they may not be with the cultivator. What a difference.

However, in such a world of ancient repairs where the productivity is not yet developed, the so-called "the difference between immortals and commonplaces" is real. Those ordinary people who are struggling in the nests of the earth are not lambs and ants, but what are they? What?

Therefore, the cultivators that Li Yao secretly observed, not to mention the evil appearances and arrogance to ordinary people, at least when they come into contact with ordinary people, they all naturally show a sense of superiority.

They look at ordinary people's eyes, not so much "contempt", but rather "indifferent", as if the difference between them and ordinary people is justified and natural.

Passing by more than a dozen sects in a row, almost all of them are like this.

Li Yao secretly sighed in his heart. He was about to use the brilliant theory of the Star Federation of "The cultivator is a fish, ordinary people are water, and the cultivator is the sword of human civilization" to criticize these ancient cultivators who look down upon ordinary people. .

Some of the words of the natives of the Ancient Sacred Realm slapped him severely.

That was when he stopped in a town called "Shiwu City", and saw that the mountain gate of the local sect "Shiwumen" was extraordinarily tall and magnificent, the fortress was extraordinarily golden, while the villages of ordinary people nearby were extraordinarily dilapidated and desolate. His heart moved and he stopped. look deep into.

He dismissed Ling Lanyin, dressed as a traveler, and entered Shiwu City.

Sure enough, the cultivators here are particularly proud and dashing, treating ordinary people as nothing.

When he arrived at the tea shop at the foot of the mountain outside the city, Li Yao couldn't contain the nameless anger in his heart when he heard a few chatters chatting.

It turned out that this Shiwumen separatist party was doing its own thing, not only intercepting the grain and taxes that should have been turned over to the imperial court, but even initiating corvee instead of the imperial court!

Ordinary people within the Shiwumen's sphere of influence have to send strong men to Shiwumen to work for three to five years. During this period, they can only get very meager remuneration, even without a penny.

The youngest son of this tea guest was originally working as a errand in Shiwumen, serving as a cow and horse for cultivators. He has been suffering for three full years and is about to be released home.

Suddenly, it turned into a cold corpse and was thrown out by Shi Wumen, saying that it was overworked and died suddenly.

Looking at his corpse, it was indeed skinny, with turbulent veins exploding, and the appearance of exhausted blood. It was obviously the result of long-term work that was beyond his ability.

The point is that when the tea guest talked about the death of his youngest son, apart from his grief, he didn't even feel dissatisfied with Shiwumen at all.

Even the other tea guests just sighed that he was bad luck. The youngest son had a short and short life, but he did not dare to complain about Shiwumen. He didn't even realize the responsibility of Shiwumen.

Li Yao really couldn’t listen. Thoughts such as "sorrowing his misfortune, angering him without fighting", "innate human rights and being born equal", "raising his arms and awakening the ignorant and numb ancients" and other thoughts rushed between the internal organs. , Could not help but ridicule a few words.

Unexpectedly, when a few words were uttered, it provokes the anger of the public and was attacked by a group. Even the tea guest whose youngest son died in Shiwumen's work would be angry and spit at him.

The reprimands of many tea customers first stunned Li Yao, then there was nothing to say, but at the end he was blushing and extremely ashamed.

It turns out that the area where Shiwumen is located is the most precarious mountain and the densest jungle in the Wujiang River Basin.

Except for this small basin, it is surrounded by lofty mountains and ridges, and the lofty mountains and ridges are still shrouded in clouds and mists that linger all year round.

In many places in the mountains, only two or three days of the year can see the sun, and the rest of the year is continuous rain.

These poor mountains and bad waters are naturally full of monsters, ghosts, dragons, snakes, tigers and leopards. Not only will they swallow the mountain people who have strayed into the deep mountains and old forests, they will even go down the mountain in groups to sweep up the whole village and town, leaving only a pile of people. Scum of bones.

With such a harsh living environment, a big city, seven or eight towns and dozens of villages can be developed, all thanks to the Shiwumen cultivators.

Relying on them not fearing death, they go deep into the mountains and forests time and time again, slay demons and demons, and open up living space. Ordinary people can then follow, burn mountains and open up wasteland, and build new villages!

"Shiwumen has been established for more than two hundred years, and it has swept the Sifang Mountain and forest a dozen times a year to eradicate the nests of monsters and beasts. There are not fifty immortal masters who fall each year, but at least ten or twenty miles! "

"Yes, that's right, in the last few decades, even the head of Shiwumen has died in order to kill demons and demons!"

"There is no immortal master of Shiwumen, all the villages and towns within a radius of hundreds of miles will be ruined by demons and ghosts, so this place is called'Shiwu City'. We are grateful for the great kindness of the immortal masters! "

"If you want to know your gratitude, how can you be that kind of ungrateful, wolf-hearted, bad kind? Even the heads of supernatural powers have died two, and ordinary people die more than ten or twenty every year, just once? ......If you try, you can kill seven or eight sects. If one of our people died at home, what can we say?"

Li Yao didn't expect these "ignorant and insensitive victims" to say so. He said for a long time. In any case, Shiwumen should not withhold taxes from the court. Shouldn't it be privately collected and committed, but this is what it is. Where is the majesty of the imperial court placed? If every sect is like Shiwumen, it is like a small kingdom, what will happen to the precarious dynasty?

These words provoke a cheerful laugh.

Up to this moment, many tea guests regarded Li Yao as a sour and stinky silly scholar, and they were too lazy to care about him.

An aboriginal who looked like a teacher and was slightly more gentle, broke his fingers and settled an account with him.

First of all, in theory, Shiwumen certainly has no power to withhold grain and taxes handed over to the court.

But having said that, for the common people, taxes are to be paid anyway. If these grains and taxes are turned over to the court, the ghost knows where they will be used in the end, or they are in the hands of the court officials. Turn, and finally it's gone!

If you directly pay the food and taxes to Shiwumen, Shiwumen is a local sect born and raised. No matter how you squander it, most of it is squandered locally. This is because the pig's head and pork are rotten in the pot, and the fat and water does not flow. The truth of the outsider field.

What's more, destroying the monsters and monsters in the surrounding mountains and forests in order to collect the rare materials from them, as well as the natural treasures in the depths of the mountains and forests, is a matter of great benefit to Shiwumen, and even the foundation for the development of Shiwumen. The way.

Even without the urging of the people, Shi Wumen would still do their best to kill demons and exorcise demons, and most of the resources they received would be used in this regard.

To a certain extent, this can be regarded as "taking it from the people and using it for the people"!

Therefore, the local people, of course, wholeheartedly support Shiwumen. Every tax season, they try to help Shiwumen withhold grain and taxes.

The same is true of corvee.

For the common people, both the left and the right are required to serve in the corvee, either serving as an errand to Shiwumen or serving as an errand to the court.

But working as a errand for Shiwumen has a lot of benefits.

First of all, Shiwumen is in the native land. Even the high-ranking cultivators are mostly folks in the village, and they can have some connections under the twists and turns.

As the saying goes, "one person gains the Tao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven", and being a cultivator can completely deny the six relatives, and even the mother and mother treat them as ants?

Naturally it is impossible, at least for the vast majority of low-level cultivators, it is still impossible to watch his seventy-year-old mother sitting on the ground and rolling around without being indifferent.

Therefore, the handyman who introduced him to his seventy mother is at most indifferent, but it is impossible to deliberately **** and torture.

Therefore, after so many years, ordinary people working for Shiwumen have overworked and died. However, the death of abused alive and alive is very rare. Even if there is, it violates the sect law and is " Do the rules".

One more thing, working for Shiwumen, with a little more effort, you can give Shiwumen cultivators more time to practice. The more powerful you practice, the more monster beasts you can kill. Is it calm?

What's more, if you work as a errand within a cultivating sect, if you are clever and lucky enough, you may be able to learn some superficial skills under the influence of your ears and eyes, and even if the opportunity comes, you can change your body and become a cultivator!

Although such a possibility is extremely small, it is the only way to rise for ordinary people who "face the loess and back to the sky, with a bead of sweat falling eight petals" all day long.

Even if this road is not possible, as long as you do your best to serve, win the favor of a certain fairy master, and walk in the countryside in the future, there will be one more backing!

These benefits, if they serve to the court, are none of them.

First of all, when serving as a errand to the imperial court, it is often necessary to confiscated thousands of miles away. In places where people are not familiar with the land, it is still a trivial matter. Being beaten, smashed, squeezed by bones and sucked, is called daily refusal, and the land is not working well. It's all commonplace.

To be more ugly, if you die in Shiwumen, you can leave the whole body to come back.

Join the imperial army and die on the battlefield thousands of miles away. If you can leave a jar of ashes back, even if your ancestors bless you!

Another, the imperial army composed of ordinary people is the cheapest profession. There is almost no contact with cultivators, so there is no possibility of being taught and finding backers.

In the end, the local youths have been recruited to a hundred and eighty thousand miles away. What about the monsters and ghosts in the nearby mountains and forests? The immortal masters can't do heavy handy duties again, right?

What, the imperial court needs an army to fight the ghost Qin people?

What is the relationship between the **** Ghost Qin people and Lao Tzu? It is not the Ghost Qin people who have ravaged Shiwu for hundreds of years, but the demons and ghosts in the nearby mountains!

Ghost Qin Langqi tramples on the Northland. That's the Yankee's business. Why should we Southerners bleed in vain?

"The imperial court? In our place, the imperial court is a pebble, and Shiwumen is the sky!"

"The monsters are rampant. When the tiger and wolf descended the mountain, the immortal masters of Shiwumen rushed up to fight. Where is the imperial army? No hair came!

"Autumn harvest is ripe, and when the grain is about to be collected, it came very quickly, and all the immortal masters called Shiwumen were sent back!"

The natives who seemed to be teachers of teachers said the same to Li Yao in a vulgar and proud tone.