Chapter 1388: Right and wrong? (Fourth!) (1/2)

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?