Song Xuan was in a good mood after picking up a magic book for nothing.
Song Qian, a young corpse toucher, completed her task, wiped her hands with satisfaction, and then kicked Mulangjun's body away.
"I can't understand this person's brain circuit and dare to come to us to inquire about information. How confident is this person in his own strength?"
Song Xuandao: "There is a saying in the world that the most dangerous place is the safest. I guess this is what this person thinks."
Ye Gucheng chuckled twice, "This truth is correct, but as more people in the world know about it, this truth becomes wrong.
When traveling in the world, experience is very important, but you cannot be superstitious about experience. If you cannot make correct judgments based on specific situations and only rely on past experience to deal with things, you will only lead to a dead end! "
Song Qian seemed to have realized something, nodded and said: "In this way, Mr. Mulang's death was not unjust. Between the three of us, I was the easiest to kill, but in the end, he chose the one who was the easiest to kill." It’s amazing and I admire you!”
Song Xuan and Ye Gucheng looked at each other.
Come on.
Even if Mr. Murang chooses both of us, it won't be your turn.
With the blessing of great luck, you thought it was a joke.
...
A lot of things have happened in the world recently.
In addition to Xuanyiwei re-establishing the rules of order in the world, the most talked about event today is the story of the man in white in the East China Sea.
In the past month or so, this man in white clothes from the East China Sea has fought his way to the Central Plains. Wherever he passed, no one in the world could be his opponent, and he seemed to be sweeping the martial arts world of the Southern Song Dynasty.
The latest news is that the man in white has arrived in the Western Region to challenge the owner of White Camel Villa, the old poisonous Ouyang Feng.
Such a decisive battle between masters is naturally a grand event in the martial arts world. Countless people from all over the world set off from all over the Southern Song Dynasty to the Western Regions just to have a look.
The place of battle this time was not Huashan Mountain. The man in white chose his location in Zhongnan Mountain.
After learning about the location of the battle, Song Xuan frowned subconsciously.
Because when he first came to the Southern Song Dynasty, his original plan was to practice hard in Zhongnan Mountain for several years. The man in white specifically chose the location here. Could it be that he also had some plans?
After walking for several days, they finally arrived at the outskirts of Zhongnan Mountain.
The situation in this area is complicated.
Within a thousand-mile radius of Zhongnan Mountain, there are many tribal groups gathered. Although they are nominally the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, in fact they are independent in their own affairs. The ruling power of the imperial court has long been unable to radiate here.
Because of this, large-scale armed fights often occur between the ethnic groups here.
For example, along the way, Song Xuan and others have seen more than once that two large ethnic groups, the Mongols and the Jin people, are fighting each other. There are often large-scale fights involving tens of thousands of people. The posture is almost the same as a war.
"What a mess!" Song Qian sighed with emotion.
Ye Gucheng chuckled twice, "These ethnic groups were only frightened by the power of Dazhou and chose to submit, but they were dissatisfied in their hearts.
If the imperial court had remained strong, they might still be more honest, but in recent years, the imperial court's control over local areas has declined year by year. These ethnic groups are still tribes in name, but in fact they are no different from small countries.
They would fight for land, water, population, cattle and sheep, and the local prefect turned a blind eye to this.
For local officials in the Southern Song Dynasty, as long as these tribal groups did not raise the banner of direct rebellion, the government would like them to fight each other and kill more.
People who cannot collect taxes are never considered human beings in the eyes of the government! "
Song Xuan hummed and said nothing more.
If we switch to the Southern Song Dynasty in Chinese history, now is when the Mongols began to rise. Afterwards, under the leadership of Genghis Khan, the Mongols swept everything and became a terrorist force across the Eurasian continent.
But in this big world of martial arts, no one cares about these so-called ethnic disputes or Genghis Khan Temujin.
Even when Ye Gucheng talked about the battles between various ethnic groups, he only used random words to describe them, and no one took these small ethnic groups seriously.
There is no way, in the world of martial arts, one's personal force value is the decisive force that determines the general trend of the world.
The real decision-making power in this world has always been in the hands of the top group of great masters.
Even though he is the Son of Heaven, he is nominally the Lord of the World, but in essence, he is just a spokesperson for safeguarding the interests of the Grand Master.
The great masters in the imperial capital didn't care at all about the petty quarrels in the local area.
If the trouble really gets big, any great master can take action and be destroyed easily.
...
At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, you can see Mongolians and Jin people fighting each other, blocking the foot of the mountain tightly, making it bloody and chaotic.
All around, many people in the martial arts world were watching the show with weapons in their hands. Some people even directly placed bets on the outcome of the battle between the two parties.
"It's open, it's open!"
"I bet on the Mongolian Tatars to win. These people's riding and shooting skills are better than those of the Jurchen savages."
"I bet on the Jurchen savages. These guys can tear apart tigers and leopards in the mountains and forests with their physical strength alone. If they get close, the Tatars should be no match for them."
Looking at the chaotic scene around her, Song Qian asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you want to take care of me?"
Song Xuan asked: "How to control it?"
Although the Xuanyi Guards have great power, they mainly target martial artists and people in the officialdom. They have never intervened in disputes between local ethnic groups like this.
These are all matters for the local government, or in other words, matters that need to be decided by the civil officials in the court.
If everything needs to be taken care of by Xuanyiwei, then why should the court do it? Just change the Xuanyiwei Yamen into the court.
Song Qian pointed at the two sides fighting in the distance. She could see that some martial arts people who had placed bets had changed their clothes and sneaked into the battlefield to fight in order to prevent the side they were betting on from losing.
"Brother, does this count as people in the martial arts killing people? It should fall under the jurisdiction of our Xuanyi Guards, right?"
Song Xuan shook his head, "What I, the Xuanyi Guards, protect are ordinary people who abide by the law."
He pointed at the people from the two tribes who were fighting fiercely, "Which one of these people do you think is a kind person? Which one do you think is an ordinary citizen who abides by the law?"
Song Qian glanced at the Mongolians with their golden heads pinned to their belts, and then at the Jurchen savages who were covered in blood and tearing apart Tatars, and she sighed speechlessly.
"If you didn't come to the Southern Song Dynasty, you really wouldn't know. The place has become such a mess.
I know that Dazhou is very big and it is not easy to manage, but seeing this scene, I still want to say something,
Those officials in the imperial court are really useless! "
As she spoke, she moved her lips and added, "The Emperor is even more useless!"
