Daqian has thirteen states. Each state is different and prosperous. For example, Tianling State, where martial arts schools flourish, Nanyang State, where Taoist masters often come from, and Jiangdao State, where waterways are well connected. The taxes of the thirteen states are an important pillar to maintain the operation of Daqian. This is a matter of course. The survival of officials and people, boats and water, depends entirely on taxes. However. For a situation like Qingniu Town, and villages and towns with similar situations on the border of Daqian, which do not belong to any state, is it really necessary to levy taxes? I believe that any normal person, even a six-year-old child. can come to the conclusion that taxes should not be levied.
But Daqian still did it. The answer is obvious. The high and mighty emperor of Daqian does not care about the life and death of these border towns, and even the army is not stationed here. It's funny that the Daqian army, which is supposed to protect the human race, is stationed at the gateway to the belly of Daqian. Block the demons trying to cross the border. At the same time, it also blocks every civilian who wants to escape from hell. Wu Yingxue felt her throat was a little dry, like the land scraped by dust, dry and rough: "How could it be..." "The people here, can they only rely on themselves to survive?!" The truth was too bizarre, and completely broke the three views in her heart. The 16-year-old girl stood up suddenly. She supported her hands on the rough wooden table, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Xu Xi with trembling eyes full of shock. "How can this be possible, there are so many people here!" "Not only do they not protect us, but they also collect taxes. In this situation, how can anyone survive!" The sunlight outside the house shone in, illuminating the white skin of her arms, and amplifying the trembling. Her ten fingers tightly grasped the surface of the table, and the force was transmitted to her body at the same time. Every minute and every second, the red and white robe would shake up and down. Click—— Click—— That was the girl's shattered simple three views. That was the sound of the wooden table being broken by the force of fingers. In Daqian, being a warrior can have privileges, such as exemption from certain taxes.
At the same time, the strong strength of the warrior itself is also the greatest confidence in facing demons. But reality is often cruel. Compared with other extraordinary systems, the Qi and Blood Martial Arts in the martial arts world is very easy to get started, but there is still a threshold. Not everyone can achieve something, and not everyone has a good method. In this world, most people can only practice the most common "Yang Yuan Gong". This is a common method. Anyone can find this basic method officially released by Daqian at any place, which can simply circulate Qi and blood and increase the strength in daily life. That's all, only that. Want to become a real warrior, want to avoid Daqian's taxes, want to have the strength to resist demons. For the people of Qingniu Town, it is an extremely difficult thing. "This world is full of illusions, only pain cannot lie." Facing the girl's unbelievable expression, Xu Xi did not answer directly, but reminded the girl to let her perceive the truth herself. What you see with your own eyes may be an illusion. What you hear with your own ears may be an auditory hallucination. But the pain hidden in people, things, and loneliness cannot be faked. Wu Yingxue has been in Qingniu Town for some time. Although she has never stepped out of Xu Xi's house, it does not mean that she cannot observe this strange border town. She saw with her own eyes that A Niu took the demon's flesh and blood from Xu Xi's hands and jumped for joy. She also saw the mother holding the baby in a trance and not knowing the future. Wu Yingxue was completely silent. The 16-year-old young princess, who had been rooted in the lotus of clear water since childhood, saw the dirty black mud for the first time. "Thank you for your teachings..." "What I said before was really stupid..." Wu Yingxue apologized to Xu Xi. She held the chopsticks in her hand, picked up the demon meat that she had spit out earlier, chewed it in silence, and swallowed it seriously. A mouthful of rice paste, a mouthful of demon meat. She didn't stop until the bottom of the bowl was empty. "Hu——!" The dragon-patterned spear was grasped by the smooth and delicate hand. The girl walked to the courtyard alone with the spear, shaking and stabbing, dancing the spear quickly, venting her anger in her heart. Accompanied by the whistling wind, the leaves that fell in the courtyard swept up. Dancing with the fiery figure. "Although I am a little impatient and a little naive, it is rare to have a pure heart." Xu Xi silently took a bite of the braised demon meat, and his evaluation of the girl in his heart was a little higher.
It is normal for people to make mistakes, especially past experiences, which often limit people's thinking. Wu Yingxue can recognize her made a gesture of spitting out the meat and swallowing it again. It was enough to prove that she was not a simple greenhouse flower, nor a hypocritical person who only talked about it. "But how should I put it, all crows are black?" Xu Xi chewed the black meat with his teeth, and under the lubrication of saliva, he swallowed the disassembled meat into his throat with difficulty, and fell into his stomach with a gurgle. The demon meat was really unpalatable. But there was no better condition in Qingniu Town at present. While eating, Xu Xi thought about the relationship between Daqian and Shiwan Mountains. "This practice of sacrificing some people is almost the same as the Alanson incident in the magic world, which makes people quickly associate it with it." "No, to be precise, it is a worse incident." "In order to show the value of miracles, the gods will not create disasters frequently. In my last simulation, the tragedy of the destruction of the city like Alanson only happened once." "The gods create disasters, show their power, and reward their grace. This process often happens once every hundreds or thousands of years." "More often, the gods in the magic world are indeed the guardians of mankind." "They maintain It keeps the world running, is the manifestation of order, and forms a coexistence relationship with humans. " "But the martial arts world is different..." Xu Xi put down his bowl and chopsticks, frowning slightly: "In the eyes of the demons, people are just pure food and have no status." "Maybe there is some agreement between Daqian and the demons." "Or maybe it's just a tacit understanding." "In short, all the people living on the border were abandoned by Daqian early and became the flesh and blood reserves of the demons." "Only in this way can we explain Daqian's series of mysterious operations." After dinner. Xu Xi walked out of the room. The first thing he saw was Wu Yingxue, who was dancing with a strong and imposing spear. Then, behind Wu Yingxue, there was the black mountain range that was far away but revealed a deep sense of oppression. One after another, towering mountains stood tall and gathered together, like a terrifying black dragon lying on the ground, with its back arched, surrounding all the human territories. "What a fucked up world..."
