Chapter 340 Weird Further north of Yongzhou is the endless desert and in such vast deserts and grasslands, the new Jianghu has built roads. Although they are all dirt roads, they are still used by real warriors to crush their way through. Real warriors, building roads is fast! Of course, Lan Feixue saw all this in a different light. Those real warriors should be won over and regarded as the cornerstone of the rule, and then a dynasty should be established based on them. These warriors are the people, the scholar-officials! All the things like "the emperor is light and the people are heavy" were put into practice. After he became emperor, he concentrated power, centralized authority, and began to weaken them. Kill all the disobedient ones and train the obedient ones like dogs! Isn't the purpose of life to be happy and free? Having such great power in your hands will make your life worthwhile! With all this in mind, Lan Feixue prepared to settle down in a small town next to the grassland, and then become a fellow Taoist (cannon fodder) of the Heavenly Dao. He knew that these places were mostly inhabited by the remnants of the old Jianghu. The decent people had already fled to Kyushu, so who would stay here? At the same time, he also observed that the small towns on the grassland were sparsely populated, with only a few dozen people in a town, which was almost the same as a village. Many people who come to the town to buy things are herdsmen who graze nearby. They come to the town just to buy necessities such as salt and tea.
They are not familiar with each other. As long as you kill a herdsman, you can pretend to be his relative and live here. After all, who would doubt a boy of sixteen or seventeen? The target chosen by Lan Feixue was a dull fat man. He looked to be around 30 or 40 years old, with a dull look on his face, and he looked at everyone with the same expression. Especially since he was blind in one eye and one of his legs seemed to be unsteady, he walked with a limp and looked like a weirdo. Such weirdos in a small town attract people's attention but are also easily forgotten. No one will care if you haven't seen me for a long time. So Lan Feixue secretly made a detour and came to the camp where the weirdo was grazing, pretending to be a passerby. "Hero, I'm just passing by here. Please give me a bowl of water." Lan Feixue said when he came to the fat man's yurt camp. The fat man was wearing woolen clothes and forking grass. It was snowing and the cows and sheep could only eat hay. His clothes were covered with pilling and looked dirty. He looked at Lan Feixue with a dull expression, then looked at Lan Feixue without saying a word. ??? Lan Feixue was puzzled. Could this man be a fool? "Hero, I'm just passing by here. Please give me a bowl of water." Lan Feixue repeated. The fat man seemed to understand what Lan Feixue said at this time and pointed to the distance. There is a river in the distance. Go over there for some water. Lan Feixue immediately understood what the fat man meant.
This is really despised! Lan Feixue felt unhappy. "It's freezing cold, and I'd like to drink some hot water! Please give me a favor, sir!" Lan Feixue suppressed his unhappiness, took two steps forward and said. He wanted to get close to the fat man and then kill him with one blow. The one-eyed fat man continued to stare at Lan Feixue with one eye, making Lan Feixue feel uneasy. Lan Feixue stopped. This fat guy is actually a martial arts master? Lan Feixue was surprised and happy. A martial arts master who lives in seclusion here and is content to be a herdsman. Doesn't that mean that this person also has a story? People with stories are generally dissatisfied with the new world. "I have no ill intentions. I wonder if you have ever heard of Heaven's Way?" Lan Feixue said. The fat man looked at him and said nothing. So Lan Feixue continued talking about the survival of the fittest, and then looked at the fat man expectantly. This was a carefully crafted rhetoric he had crafted to target the old gangsters. Generally, people from the old underworld have many dissatisfactions with the new underworld, but they are just dissatisfied in their hearts, without any ideas or thoughts. To them, Lan Feixue's words were equivalent to packaging their greed and selfishness as justice and rationality. It just hit the spot in their hearts. Therefore, the people in the old underworld would have more or less reacted after hearing this set of rhetoric. of course there are exceptions. The exception is the fat man in front of me. After he heard it, neither the new Jianghu people jumped up and down to criticize Lan Feixue Shabi, nor did the old Jianghu people applaud and praise him. He still stared at Lan Feixue blankly. This left Lan Feixue confused. What’s going on? He can’t be a fool, right? Lan Feixue took a step forward. The fat man didn't move, but still looked at him. Lan Feixue continued to walk forward, but the fat man still did not move and continued to look at him. Step by step, Lan Feixue walked in front of the fat man. The fat man still didn't move, just looked at him. "You're not really a fool, are you?" Lan Feixue waved her hand in front of the fat man. The fat man looked at him motionlessly. Lan Feixue patted the fat man's face and said, "Fool?"
The fat man didn't respond. The older you get, the less courageous you become. I was so cautious against a fool! Lan Feixue sighed for a moment, then put her hands on the fat man's shoulders and began to absorb the fat man's true energy. According to his deduction, "Northern Divine Art" can absorb the true qi of warriors who are stronger than him. However, the martial arts in this world are too idealistic, and the true qi often carries the will of others. If you rashly absorb the true qi of a warrior who is higher than you, you will suffer from indigestion at best, or go crazy at worst. Therefore, in his hands, the "Northern Divine Art" can only absorb the true qi of warriors of the same level. In the hands of other people in the Free Heavenly Dao, it can only absorb the true qi of warriors with lower cultivation than them. But as soon as she placed her hand on the fat man's shoulder and activated the "Northern Divine Art", Lan Feixue felt the mountain-like true energy in the fat man's body. That is a powerful true qi that surpasses that of Zhoutian warriors! broken! This fat guy is a real warrior! Under the temptation of the "Northern Divine Art", the fat man's true energy rushed towards him like a tsunami! If he was hit, he would be skinned alive if he didn't die! Lan Feixue was about to let go and stop practicing Bei Ming Divine Art, when he saw a bright light passing in front of him. The bright light was like a glowing thread, easily cutting him into several halves. That is the "Ten Everythings", the "Ten Everythings" that only one person in the world knows. "Ten Everythings" can cut everything except the past and emotions! Everything in the past trapped him like a big cocoon, leaving him with no choice but to escape. Lan Feixue's eyes widened. He never thought that his career in the martial arts world would be ruined by a fool. I can't die! I want to be the emperor of the world! I want to be free and easy and become a superior person! He shouted in his heart. Oh, at this moment his separated head was several dozen centimeters away from his broken body. He has no heart! The book is almost finished. This is the last volume. I think you have guessed it. (I have been sick these days. I am not in good condition.)
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