One hundred and fifty-fourth chapter, Wang Quan's destiny, purple air comes from the east

Gaya Dynasty, on the outskirts of Yancheng. en8.

Gradually entering the clear autumn, migratory birds fly south, and the vast field stretches as far as the eye can see. It is obviously a harvest season, but there are only a few sporadic wheat plants in the rice fields. The old man walking in the wheat field was shirtless, with a hoe in one hand, and a smoking gun on his waist. He had no tobacco, he just grabbed a few hay and lit it, and it smelled very enjoyable. Yancheng was originally the largest granary on the Cangjiang Plain, but now it is only a false name.

The emperor of the Gaya imperial capital has to build construction again. In recent years, the construction of the emperor's mausoleum, the practice palace, the digging of mountains and rocks, and the digging of land to fill the sea have cost millions of manpower.

The old man sat down on the ridge and looked up at the sky. There was a wild geese that had lost the group and was hovering and whining for a long time. Thirty years ago, he could shoot the Yan'er through with one arrow, but now that he is old, he can only move the cigarette stick.

He also heard that the Son of Heaven sent someone to hollow out the Five Mountains, and the 100-meter boulders dug from the mountains would be sent to the Emperor's Mausoleum intact, and they could not be bumped along the way. All counties and counties have to offer treasures, and the poor places without treasures can only offer people. Beautiful men and women, hard-working hard workers, these emperors are all accepted.

Yancheng is no exception. The small families outside the city have all been sent to repair the emperor's mausoleum, leaving behind some old, weak, sick and disabled. Who still has vacant land? If you don't farm the land, you can't make money, and if you can't make money, you can't pay the rent, so you have to sell your sons and daughters, and ask the clan masters in the city for mercy and a delay of a year or two. Most people will pass the rest of their lives as soon as they can, and keep the debts they can’t repay in this life. Sons and daughters can only repay their debts, and they can only rely on their grandchildren and grandchildren to pay off their debts. The children and grandchildren are inexhaustible, and they will be slaves from generation to generation. for the maid.

The old man thought, the Son of Heaven is always right, but it is the common people who are wrong. They are so useless, the bones and flesh on their bodies can't feed the god-like royal family at all. Therefore, we need to multiply and reproduce, if one day, the emperor will feel happy gnawing on their bones, maybe they will have a time to stand out. He himself once had a beautiful daughter, but unfortunately he could not enter the palace for the emperor to enjoy, but married a squire. The squire was not bad either, but unfortunately his daughter died early and was not able to enjoy more in his courtyard.

The wild goose in the sky lingered for a while, and suddenly a sharp arrow came out of the sky and shot it in one fell swoop.

The old man squinted his eyes, and was about to go up to see what was going on, when he heard the sound of hooves coming from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a few young men and young ladies in hunting suits riding their horses.

He was about to get up and kneel when an arrow passed through his chest. He only heard a hearty laugh, and his body fell on his back uncontrollably. .

The chaotic horse's hooves stepped over his skinny body, like stepping over weeds. The boys and girls laughed and went to pick up the goose, and no one looked back.

A middle-aged man in commoner came out of the hut in the field. His face was yellow and his muscles were thin, and his clothes were quite striped. Only his eyes were bright. en8. As soon as he came out, he saw his father's tragic death, and his eyes were almost torn apart. He let out a piercing howl and shouted, "You bastards!"

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Those beautiful and delicate clan sons and daughters looked back, their eyes were indifferent, not even the slightest annoyance. In their opinion, being angry is a very out of style thing, especially being angry for such a dirty thing, it is really aggrieved. Someone casually opened a bow and arrow and shot in the direction of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man hurriedly raised the dustpan by the door to cover it, but he was still pierced by the arrow.

Those teenagers and girls rushed towards the geese that fell on the ground with great interest, and ignored the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man felt that his eyes were blurred, blood seeped into his eyes, and endless anger and resentment drowned his sanity. Even if he turned into a ghost, he would not let this group of scumbags go!

He stretched his hand to the arrow in his chest and tried to pull it out of his body, but the arrow had a barb, and when it was pulled, it brought out a large piece of flesh. It hurts, it really hurts, and he wants to return the pain a thousandfold to those who are alive.

Just when he was about to completely pull the arrow out of his body, his hand suddenly felt a little cool.

He felt someone hold his hand, and then sighed in a low voice from a very close place: "Killers, people will always kill them."

The coolness froze half of his body, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no scar on his chest except for a blood stain. He sat up slowly and saw himself sitting in a tattered ox cart, parked in a deserted wheat field, driven by a young man.

The man looked quite stable, and although his appearance was ordinary, he was always a little different from ordinary people. He was looking down at the book, his brows furrowed, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.

"Thank you for this uncle's help!" The middle-aged man propped himself up and was surprised to find that there was no pain in his body, and he was full of energy like a newborn.

The young man looked up from the book. He looked quite kind and always had a little smile: "My Venerable is the one who saved you. If you want to thank her, thank her."

The middle-aged man suddenly remembered that when he almost died, he heard the voice of a girl. Could it be that she was the "Venor"?

"My name is Sun Er, I don't know what the benefactor is called?" the middle-aged man asked gratefully.

The young man smiled a little embarrassedly: "Don't call me a benefactor! Thanks to the honorable name of the swordsman, you call me that, as for the honorable..."

"Yunqing." A gentle voice sounded from behind the straw pile, and Sun Er saw a girl in black clothes approaching, jumped on the ox cart, and sat beside him.

Sun Er is a rough man. Although he has studied for a few years, he still has an air of scum. Looking at the girl's spotless appearance, he stepped back a little embarrassedly. The girl kept her eyes closed, she was blind or what, she looked more noble than those ladies of the clan with beautiful clothes and feathers, but her temperament was much gentler and amiable. Sun Er felt that he had met a noble person, and he didn't know which clan now likes to call people "the venerable"...

As soon as the young man who claimed to be Jianchen saw Yun Qing get on the ox cart, he waved the whip in his hand, and the ox cart swayed up and down.

"Sun Gongzi condolences, the deceased has passed away, and the living still have to move forward." Yun Qing comforted.

Sun Er felt that her words were more refined than in the book. He didn't understand much of the whole sentence, but he also knew that it was a comforting word. His eyes were red and blood was oozing from his eyes.

"What's dead deserves it? Those scumbags don't deserve to die?" He said fiercely.

Yun Qing sighed and said in a harmonious voice, "Of course not, the reincarnation of heaven has its own set number, and all the evils committed will eventually be repaid."

Sun Er felt blood rushing to his forehead, he blurted out, "Fart!"

Jian Chen frowned, and when he turned around, he was about to say something, but Yun Qing waved his hand to stop him.

Sun Er spat: "How many corrupt officials in this world enjoy their lives and then live a hundred years? How many good people in the world are tossed and displaced, and they die early? Heaven's way is unfair! Heaven's way is unfair!"

"What do you want, grandson grandson?" Yun Qing asked calmly.

Sun Er was startled, then replied, "Kill them all!"

Yun Qing shook his head: "Murderers, people will always kill them, I have already told the son, the son still doesn't seem to have a thorough understanding..."

Sun Er felt that the girl's words were really mysterious, and he said puzzled: "If you don't kill them, do you still keep them to harm other people?"

Yun Qing still shook his head, the swordsman who was driving couldn't listen anymore, so he interjected: "You killed these people, they have descendants, and there are other people like this, you won't kill everyone, right? Let's not talk about whether you have this ability or not. Even if you have, can you live forever? Can you keep guarding this land and kill? Besides, if you kill them, their descendants will have grievances with you, and their grievances will be repaid forever. What's the point of being so entangled?"

After the swordsman finished speaking, he looked back at Yunqing and said, "Your Highness, right?"

Yun Qing just sighed, and didn't speak any more, Jian Chen didn't dare to say a word, just bury his head and hurry on the road.

Sun Er's mind was at a loss. He felt that Jian Chen's words made sense, but it was difficult to understand the hatred in his heart. He struggled for a long time before looking at the girl beside him, and then asked, "I don't know what my benefactor thinks?"

Yun Qing shook her legs lightly and replied casually, "Why do you think they can kill at will?"

Sun Er couldn't answer.

"Because the Gaya Dynasty gave them such privileges." Yun Qing said lightly.

"En, Engong means..." Sun Er shuddered. The people of the Gaya Dynasty always called themselves "My Dynasty" and "Shang Dynasty". Only those overseas barbarians called themselves "Gaya Dynasty". This girl is from overseas. barbarian, right? But aren't all barbarians ignorant of etiquette, those who grind their teeth and suck blood? This girl doesn't look like a savage.

"Then who gave the Gaya Dynasty such a privilege?" Yun Qing's question was linked one by one, and he brought Sun Er's consciousness into a grand picture he had never imagined before.

"...The kingship is given by destiny." Sun Er recalled the only books he had read. He felt that his hands and feet were shaking, and his palms were sweating. He couldn't tell whether he was excited or afraid.

The girl beside him smiled softly, nodded and said, "Yes, killing one or two won't change the dynasty, so you have to change destiny and be righteous."

Sun Er's heart pounded, he almost fell off the ox cart, his lips trembled for a long time, and he couldn't utter a word: "This, this is outrageous!"

Yun Qing's expression was peaceful, the golden warm sun was spreading on her body, the light and shadow were uncertain, and some inexplicably unreal: "If you lose, you are called great treason, and if you win, it is destiny. Sun Gongzi, you can't live here anymore. Why don't you go east with my ox cart, go there and find a living, maybe you can achieve a career."

Sun Er's heart also swayed with the ox cart. He was excited but couldn't find where to go. He murmured for a long time, but couldn't utter a complete sentence. He always recalled the golden wheat fields in his mind, he remembered his childhood struggling with poverty and death, he also remembered the old father who died tragically in front of him, and the indifferent faces.

The heavier the oppression, the stronger the resistance. The pain this dynasty inflicted on the people is so deep, the hatred buried in the bones of the people is so deep, and the souls imprisoned by servitude will always have a moment to escape, and at that time, the end of the dynasty will come.

"Okay, okay..." Sun Er's eyes glowed, eager and full of hope.

Yun Qing just nodded flatly, closed her eyes and said nothing, as if she didn't care what he answered, she said to the swordsman who was driving: "Go to Langfeng Mountain."

The swordsman is a little strange, and there is not a place where military strategists must compete. How could the Demon Venerable want to go there? He didn't ask much, just silently turned the bullock cart around and drove east.

"Go and wait for someone." Yun Qing looked at the misty mountain peak in the east, where the sky gathered wisps of purple air, and the emperor's appearance was already faintly visible.

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