Chapter 286: Mountain and FateSima Qiudao was so determined and flexible that Shi Feizhe was speechless. He probably understood Sima's pursuit of the truth. It was like doing something for a lifetime and suddenly someone disagreed with you. The first reaction is impossibility, and the second reaction is disbelief. Even if it's wrong, still give it a try! Otherwise, I'm just unwilling to accept it. After chatting for a few more words, Shi Feizhe said goodbye and left Dengtiandao. Wait a few days, around September 9th, and he will come again. Now, he went to Liangzhou to take a look. Liangzhou is located in the west of Kyushu. It can be said that the entire southwest of Kyushu is Liangzhou. Liangzhou has a complex terrain, with mountains connected to each other, as if the world is in the mountains. In his previous life, Shi Feizhe had been to Yunnan and Guizhou and talked with local friends.
The people there have never been to other places in their lives. They cannot imagine what the endless plains are like, nor what the world is like without mountains. Mountains have become a part of their lives. In the world, mountains block information and cut off communication between ordinary people, forcing them to spend their entire lives in the mountains. The cities in the mountains are like eternal and unchanging existence on the earth. The lord of the mountain city is the unchanging ruler for all generations. When Shi Feizhe was strolling in Liangzhou Liangcheng, he casually stopped several people from being blackmailed by two ruffians. Those people were carrying some baskets, bamboo mats and the like. They seemed to be some bamboo craftsmen. There were three of them, an older one leading the group, followed by two younger ones. Compared with them, the two hooligans were thin, short, dark, and had no martial arts skills. They were the lowest-level gangsters in the underworld. In terms of force alone, three bamboo craftsmen should not be afraid of two ruffians. But even though the old bamboo craftsman bowed his head and begged for mercy, he was still beaten and kicked by the two hooligans. The two people behind him dared not be angry or say anything, just like quails that cowered in their shells. The two hooligans were about to extort some money for drinks, but were stopped by Shi Feizhe. Seeing Shi Feizhe dressed neatly and with an extraordinary demeanor, they knew that he was someone that could not be provoked in the underworld. They did not dare to speak harshly to Shi Feizhe, but only gave the three bamboo craftsmen a vicious look. That means, you wait. "Thank you, Master Warrior!" The old bamboo craftsman looked to be in his fifties or sixties. After seeing Shi Feizhe take action, his face became even more bitter, but he still nodded and bowed. Shi Feizhe looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm not a master. I'm just a passerby. You don't seem to like my action?" The old bamboo craftsman wanted to say no, but when he looked into Shi Feizhe's eyes, he couldn't help but say, "That's right. Master can just leave, but we still have to make a living in Liangcheng." After he finished speaking, he was shocked. He didn't know what was happening, but he suddenly blurted out what was in his heart. Can you speak out what's in your heart? Isn't that offensive? "I don't know how I told the truth. Please don't be angry, sir!" The old bamboo craftsman said with his head bowed again.
When the two young men behind him heard that the old bamboo craftsman was wrong, they looked terrified. They have all seen the serious consequences of saying the wrong thing. "It doesn't matter. I'm not a petty person." Shi Feizhe continued, "You three should not be afraid of the two of them!" "Master, you are wrong." The old bamboo craftsman said, "Of course we three are afraid of them." "They are all ruffians with backers, and they are worthless. We have elderly parents and young children to take care of, so of course we are afraid of them." "They are just extorting some money for the wine, so just give it to them. But if the master does this, who knows how they will make things difficult for us if we meet them next time." "By then, it won't be possible to just give them a little money for wine." The old bamboo craftsman said honestly. "No. In a few days, people from Jingzhou will be here. They are different, they will stand up for you." Shi Feizhe naturally knew what the old bamboo craftsman meant. For most decent people, accepting bullying is the way to suffer the least harm. "So what if they come? I have heard about things in Jingzhou, but I think they are lies." The old bamboo craftsman continued to speak his true feelings. On the one hand, he was being watched by Shi Feizhe's "Eye of Truth", and on the other hand, he really had something in his heart that he had been holding back for a long time, but no one listened. "Those rumors about Jingzhou, about dividing the land and overthrowing the city lord. I think they are all false." "I've been to Bacheng, Shucheng, and Pingcheng. Although they are different places, we are all the same." Bacheng, Shucheng and Pingcheng are all cities in Liangzhou. "No matter where I go, I am bullied. No matter where I go, I am blackmailed." "No matter where you go, you are not allowed to resist. If you resist, the consequences will be even worse, with missing arms and hands being the least of the consequences. Some people just disappear while walking." "We can only accept it. This is the fate of us poor people, and we cannot disobey." "You see, some people are born into rich and powerful families, or into the families of martial masters. We are born among the poor, so be careful or you will be bullied for the rest of your life." "This is fate!" The old bamboo craftsman said all this in one breath, expressing all the distress in his heart. He just felt happy. "Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about!" One of the two young men behind him pulled the old bamboo craftsman and said. "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm telling the truth. Master, I'm telling the truth." The old bamboo craftsman looked into Shi Feizhe's eyes and said. In all these decades, he has never spoken his true feelings like he did today. In this world, how can a humble bamboo craftsman speak out his true feelings? How can a bamboo craftsman have the right to speak? "You're right, it's good." Shi Feizhe said with a smile, "Let me treat you to a meal! I heard that the mutton noodles in Liangcheng are good." Mutton rice noodles are a specialty of Liangcheng and are very famous. When the two young men heard Shi Feizhe talking about mutton noodles, their eyes lit up. The old bamboo craftsman said, "Will that trouble you, Master?" "It's not a problem. I just want to eat it too." Shi Feizhe said. Several people came to a mutton noodle stall, and the old bamboo craftsman ordered a few bowls of mutton offal noodles. Mutton offal noodles are much cheaper than mutton noodles. After the meal, the old bamboo craftsman wanted to pay the bill, but was told that Shi Feizhe had already paid.
Shi Feizhe bought a few more baskets from them and said to them, "You can go back. Come back in half a month. Liangcheng will be different by then." "Really?" The old bamboo craftsman had never seen anyone like Shi Feizhe, and he was a little skeptical. "I promise! Liangcheng will definitely be different from before. Also, don't believe in fate. Because fate can be changed!" Shi Feizhe said to the old bamboo craftsman. The old bamboo craftsman told the truth and said, "I don't believe it." Shi Feizhe naturally knew that it was easy to kill someone and behead them, but it was very difficult to change a person's mind. (End of this chapter)