Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The garden was seized and the bookstore was sealed, and only the inconspicuous Yexiang Pavilion was preserved.

The world of love, hate and love has suddenly become quiet, and has never been so quiet.

One day, two days, ten days, twenty days.

From the court to the people, everyone can feel the depression of the atmosphere!

"Langjun, there was a turmoil in the Jin Dynasty. A group of people formed a guerrilla team to specifically attack the Jin forces!"

In a courtyard house, Wang Xuebin leaned under the tree and watched the dragon-slaying technique. Hearing the words of Butler Chen, he took the information and looked at it with interest.

"Qiu Chuji, Quanzhen Sect, organized a guerrilla war, and Qin has fallen into smoke!"

Wang Xuebin laughed out loud when he saw this piece of information.

"Haha, I didn't expect Quanzhen to act first. I don't know if Wang Chongyang gave up preaching or Changchun real person acted by himself!"

When Mr. Chen saw Wang Xuebin's smile, he also said with a smile:

"Langjun, then will we help?"

Wang Xuebin nodded affirmatively after hearing this:

"Of course, let us people in the Jin Dynasty come to contact us and provide materials and intelligence, and we still have to do what we can!"

Butler Chen nodded when he heard this, and then hesitated and didn't know how to speak.

After Wang Xuebin ordered, he didn't hear the reply. He turned his head strangely. Seeing Butler Chen's entangled expression, he asked curiously:

"What's wrong? Just say something, don't hold it in your mouth!"

Butler Chen took a deep breath and made up his mind to say:

"Langjun, the guys from the bookstore have jointly written a letter. They want to start the revolution first!"

Wang Xuebin was stunned when he heard this and was silent. After a while, he asked:

"Are they... ready for sacrifice?"

Butler Chen nodded without hesitation and took out a petition. The petition only had eight simple words, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds in Wang Xuebin's heart.

"Revolutionary sacrifice begins with one's own generation!"

There were names signed below, and each name also had a brown handprint. He knew that this was blood, and this was a blood letter!

Wang Xuebin stood up, held the blood book with both hands, came to the study room, carefully sealed him up, then sat on the stool, closed his eyes tightly, raised his head and frowned and pondered.

Finally, he made up his mind and said with a hammer on the table:

"Old Chen, from now on, all resources will be handed over to you. Remember to use all resources for the revolutionary cause, and you will also control Yexiang Pavilion!"

Butler Chen was a little at a loss when he heard this.

"I......"

Wang Xuebin interrupted:

"Don't hesitate, you are all the first people to be influenced by thoughts, and you are all very capable, you can do it!"

After saying that, he picked up the fourteenth momentum of the Ming Dynasty, tied it to his back, and cheered up his spirits and said:

"I'll go and add another fire to everyone and tell comrades to be careful!"

After saying that, when Wang Guanlan goes out, he is about to go out again!

In October, Wang Guanlan reappeared in the world, causing a sensation. The court found that he was chasing him with all his might. Wang Xuebin lived a life of three days and one small battle and five days and one big battle.

At the same time, there were people in Jiangzhou and Shuzhou, but they were quickly wiped out by the court with quick reactions.

Later, the court designated the dragon-slaying technique as a banned book, and the owner confiscated his family and destroyed the clan!

For a time, there were winds and cranes everywhere, and the world was turbulent.

Wang Xuebin was in a stalemate with the court, and the literati were not idle either. Guanlan Manor and land were occupied by Shi Miyuan, and the money found in the bookstore was taken over.

The industry was plundered, and their eyes turned to high-yield crops. For a time, all the aristocratic families planted this crop, making the crops that were already developing rapidly were heard in the world.

All advanced production technology books have been suppressed, and high-yield crops have been taxed. At the same time, the increasing amount of grain has turned grain prices into dust.

The food in the market is getting cheaper and cheaper. The farmers' grain cannot be sold at a price. They are not enough to plant land for a year to pay taxes. The people's wealth is plundered again, the gap between the rich and the poor is intensifying, and social contradictions are becoming increasingly acute.

In June of the following year, thirteen families were reported to have privately slaughtered dragons. The court heard the news and quickly sent garrison troops to arrest them. Without interrogation, all of them were implicated.

The industries of the thirteen families were plundered. At this point, the world's reports became popular. The court would rather not let go of the mistakes. In just two months, nearly 10,000 people were killed, and the world was in a state of chaos.

All states carried out activities one after another, and in just half a year, the Southern Song Dynasty was filled with smoke.

Not only the Southern Song Dynasty, but also the Jin Dynasty is now in chaos, and guerrilla ideas are played with by martial artists.

It uses mobile warfare and sparrow warfare in an excellent way, and targets the Jurchens.

All classes in the Jin Dynasty were in chaos, and the emperor's decrees could no longer leave the capital!

"Brother Hong, long time no see!"

Huashan, Wang Xuebin came to this mountain again. The two kingdoms of Jin and Song no longer had the energy to worry about him. Since he killed the four innate masters a month ago, no one has pursued him again.

These two people were the last masters that the Song Dynasty could call, and the other sects and courts could no longer fall.

In two years, Wang Xuebin slashed the majesty of the Song Dynasty. Now every place is either independent or in revolution, and there is no place to live.

"Mr. Guanlan? What are you looking at?"

Hong Qi looked at Wang Xuebin with an angry look and asked.

A large number of personnel from the Beggars' Sect also participated in the revolution. He, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, is like a decoration. Now the conflict between the Beggars' Sect is no longer just the dirty clothing faction and the clean clothing faction, but the conflict between the revolutionaries and the rebels is even more intense.

Wang Xuebin looked at the scenery at the foot of the mountain and said with a smile:

"I'm watching the fire of the prairie!"

Hong Qi said sarcastically:

"How is it? The world is in chaos. Mr. Guanlan is satisfied?"

Wang Xuebin didn't care about his tone and asked back:

"Do you know how many forces in the world are now?"

Hong Qi shook his head. He had not contacted the Beggars' Sect for three months. He came to Huashan this time for the sake of his mouth. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet Wang Xuebin.

Wang Xuebin said:

"There are four forces left. The court is one, and it is already surviving. The rebels are one. The warriors who were originally suppressed will be extremely cruel and ruthless once they gain power.

The remaining two teams are members of the revolutionary party, one is the martial arts forces and the other is the people's forces!"

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Hong Qi and said:

"In just two years, the world has become like this. Brother Hong really thinks that I, Wang, have such great ability?"

Hong Qi said:

"You Mr. Guanlan has the talent of conquering the world, so what can't you do?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"How can I have any talent for the world?

The people are the most important, the country is the next, and the king is the least important.

The ancients knew this remark, but the ruling class did not take it seriously and the people were fooled. I just reminded them one sentence.

It just told them how powerful their power was. They had not considered this issue, and someone had considered it for them.

Tell them what kind of life they can live and what kind of abilities they have!”

After saying that, he chuckled:

"Why should the ruler take advantage of the people's creation, but not seek benefits for the people?"

Hong Qi said aloud, he turned his head and looked down at the mountain and murmured:

"How many people will die! Mr. Guanlan, you have no sympathy at all, and you have such a tough heart!"

Wang Xuebin sneered:

"Pity? What's mercy?"

"What?"

Hong Qi didn't understand what Wang Xuebin meant and asked.

Wang Xuebin repeated again:

“Why do I need mercy?

They are fighting bloody for their future, why should I have mercy?”

"But...but..."

After hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Hong Qi didn't know how to refute them.

"But, they are all people!"

When Wang Xuebin heard this, he turned his head and stared at Hong Qi.

"Who is not the common people? Am I not?"

"Hongda Gang leader! Those revolutionaries are the people you call them!

Those who sacrifice their lives for comrades and faith are the people you call them!

Those who fight bloody battles with feudal forces for a better future are the people you call them!"

"Why do you look down on them?

People?

Aren’t you a commoner?”

Hong Qi was completely speechless, and he clumsyly defended:

"No, that's not what I mean!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"Master Hong Gang, you are just one of the countless beings protected by those revolutionary righteous men. You are not qualified to be compared with them. Their beliefs are far from what you can understand!"

After saying that, Wang Xuebin turned around and went down the mountain.

When Hong Qi saw Wang Xuebin leaving, he hurriedly asked:

"Where is Mr. Guanlan going?"

Wang Xuebin didn't look back and said lightly:

"You can take care of yourself when attending a meeting, a meeting that can determine the future of China!"

After saying that, the person disappeared.

Hong Qi was filled with Wang Xuebin's words in his mind, and silently took out the already damaged dragon-slaying technique from his arms, and said self-deprecatingly:

"You are always beggars, you are ignorant! Hum!"

After saying that, he sat down on the ground casually, hugged the book and looked it up again, and even Taotie's interest was gone.

The sun sets, and the setting sun shines on Hong Qi's body like a stone sculpture.

But the vigorous heartbeat under the stone sculpture bursts with endless vitality.