When the whole table was silent, the village old man jumped up first. He didn't look like an old man in his seventies or eighties. He looked back hurriedly and saw that the door of the house was closed tightly and there was no one in the yard. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Returning to the table, the village elder shouted in a low voice: "Jia Liang, don't talk nonsense. If the village leader outside listens to it, won't it cause trouble again?"
Before Sang Jialiang could speak, another middle-aged warrior said calmly: "Village elder, we just don't spread the word. The stupid bandits bully everyone so hard, why not just say a few words in private? That's really going to kill you. .”
The village elder actually cursed a lot in private, but weren't there outsiders today? Even though Tang Zhao and the others looked friendly, Sang Jialiang also recognized them, but they were alienated from each other, and the village elders were old and sophisticated, so they never let down their guard. But once the words were spoken, it was difficult to put them back, so he could only sigh.
Tang Zhao seemed unaware of the village elder's thoughts and continued the previous topic: "Actually, Yunzhou is not at peace either. There are evil heretics everywhere. Not to mention other places, there are several underworld forces in my hometown." For example, Five Poisons The Black Spider Villa, the Five Poisons, the Iron Scorpion Castle, the Five Poisons, the Giant Ant Gang...
"However, in recent years, the monarch has been vigorously rectifying it, and some of the evil and underworld that have gone too far have been wiped out. But as long as there are people, there are many places where the sun cannot shine."
For example, Meng Liangshan and the powerful human trafficking network centered on them.
In that kind of place where the sun never shines, I wonder if the dark clouds will ever clear.
"But it's true that there aren't as many thieves as Lingzhou."
"That's not bad." Sang Jialiang took a sip of wine and said, "There are still people who are doing things and want to make things better, so there is still hope. It's not like here, the more thieves are, the more arrogant they are, and the better people are. The more you have to keep your head down. Good and evil are reversed, and there is no distinction between black and white."
Jiang Shenyi asked: "Actually, I've wanted to ask for a long time, if there are so many thieves and they are so rampant, the government won't care about them?"
Sang Jialiang said: "Who will take care of it? Our last governor of Lingzhou wanted to take care of it. He also appointed a general to encircle Baixiong Mountain, but he was assassinated by others in the next day. That general was even more so. He was tortured to death and hung on a city tower in the city. No one dared to collect his body until it turned into bones."
Tang Zhao said: "Isn't this a slap in the face of the imperial court?"
Another younger man said: "So what if I beat you? No one will come to clean up Baixiong Mountain anyway. I am living well and becoming more and more prestigious. The face of this court is not as good as mine -" He almost turned behind him After a slap, the village elder next to him grabbed his hand and glared at him.
Sang Jialiang said: "Since then, the imperial court has not appointed a governor for seven years."
Wusuntong said: "That's not surprising. We haven't had a governor in Liangzhou for three years. Moreover, the last governor died at the end of his life. He has been staying in Liangzhou for thirty years. He has never done anything or said a word publicly. He is known as 'Liangzhou'." State slug. 'Just stay in the city and die of old age until you can't move. We have known since we were young that we can only rely on ourselves, not the court."
Someone next to me said: "Isn't it wrong to publicly call the governor of a state a slug?"
Wusun Tong said: "Isn't that true? I overestimated his ability to move."
Che Sha smiled and said: "Brother, I don't know. I have also heard that there is a governor in Liangzhou. After receiving the position, the governor stayed in the capital and would never come to take office. If you ask, maybe there is someone in the capital. The governor of Lingzhou. This is called remote leadership, isn't it?"
Only then did Tang Zhao realize that not only was the world outside incredibly chaotic, but the imperial court was also in incredible decline.
Damn it, how did the world become like this?
Will this world continue to decay, or is a storm coming?
Sang Jialiang said: "If Lingzhou is like this, even if a warlord comes? Even if the one on Baixiong Mountain is a little ambitious? He wants to be a grass-headed king and build a small court, Lingzhou will not be in such chaos. "
Someone present suddenly said: "Brother, don't say that. The people in my family are those who escaped from Yanzhou. Over there in Yanzhou, the warlords were fighting, and they only pulled strong men to the point where several villages were depleted. All kinds of taxes were collected, and not even a blade of grass grew." When I heard that the marshals were coming to collect food, the whole family had no choice but to crawl into the ravine. If they couldn't get through, they would die. We can also form a stronghold to protect ourselves against the thieves. When the army passes by, not even a single dog will be left."
Everyone was silent, and Tang Zhao felt sad.
He had a dream before, to let the sun shine on every corner, but now it's still not enough. It does take a storm to clean something up.
Everyone drank for a long time and talked a lot. The people in Wushubao didn't have much knowledge. After all the talk, they could only come up with one sentence: "Life is not good. It would be better if I was born in Yunzhou."
After drinking until evening, everyone dispersed. Sang Jialiang sent the others away, and Tang Zhao followed him to the door, watching the villagers stagger away.
As the night wind blew, several cries came from the wind, faint and incessant.
Tang Zhao felt a little cold in his heart. Sang Jialiang listened attentively and said, "It's the fourth aunt. Her handsome fourth uncle took Lan Yatou out in the morning. Lan Yatou came back in the evening, but he didn't come back. The sky fell in the house."
Tang Zhao was silent, thinking of the bloody human body hanging in the black shop.
Sang Jialiang said: "Tomorrow the village elders will raise some food for his family, but they can only do so much. No one is rich these days, and too many people have died. In fact, the fourth uncle is good at martial arts, and the fifth uncle can only do so much." The six little thieves couldn't get close, who knew it would be destroyed in the dark shop."
He sighed: "This is the way the world is. No one knows whether he will die tomorrow. Even me, I might just say no and die. I'm not afraid of death, but what about Wushu Castle?"
Tang Zhao's words of comfort were nothing more than "Don't be so pessimistic", but as a passerby, his words were always weak. Because there's really nothing he can do at this point.
Sang Jialiang just sighed a few words. After all, it was late at night and he had just drank, so people tend to be sentimental. But this man can only sigh a few words in the dead of night. When he wakes up tomorrow, he will be the White Jade Pillar of Wushu Castle again.
Although the Sang family was not rich, they had a lot of houses. They gave Chesha a separate room and two rooms left. Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi lived in one room, and Wusuntong lived in a single room.
At night when he was about to go to sleep, Tang Zhao was about to close the door when he heard the door ring and opened it to see that it was Sang Jialiang.
Tang Zhao was very surprised, expecting that the host must have something important to do, so he invited him to come in and sit down. Sang Jialiang was sitting on the kang, looking shy, as if he was embarrassed to say something.
Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi were secretly wondering. Sang Jialiang stood up again and said, "You two, let's shake hands?"
Tang Zhao was startled, and then he understood that shaking hands was a way for people in the martial arts to compete.
There is no second best in martial arts. Most people with martial arts skills are competitive and want to compete with others. However, swords and guns have no eyesight, and the constant exchange of swords, guns, fists and kicks will inevitably damage the harmony, so gentler methods are generally used, such as shaking hands with each other. Everyone joins hands and competes with each other, and the winner can probably be determined.
However, this kind of competition should be carried out as soon as we meet or just after the polite exchange. How can you come to the door to compete in the middle of the night?
While Tang Zhao was surprised, he suddenly remembered what the teacher said to Guan Lei when he first met him:
"Let's give it a try."
That was Teacher Guan's way of testing his qualifications, and I still miss it now when I think about it.
At that moment, Tang Zhao stretched out his hand and said, "Okay."
Although Jiang Shenyi was eager to give it a try, he did not take the initiative. Although his martial arts was not inferior to Tang Zhao, Tang Zhao was still stronger in a single strength comparison. This has nothing to do with realm. Jiang Shenyi developed his internal strength by practicing all the way, while Tang Zhao's enlightenment was "Yi Li Jin".
The two held hands, and Tang Zhao was shocked and thought to himself: What a strength!
Although Tang Zhao later practiced both internal and external skills, and later focused on internal skills, he did not give up on external skills, and practiced both to perfection. Ant Lijin imitates ants, has the longest strength, and becomes infinitely powerful after training. Tang Zhao also used his glasses to level up once, practiced the new version, and gained even more. In terms of strength alone, he could also imitate the generals in the commentary and say "Hateful Earth without Rings".
But Na Sang Jialiang's strength was actually greater than him. The huge strength was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, one wave after another. Tang Zhao tried hard with him twice and tried harder, but he couldn't shake him at all. Instead, he held him tightly. After several attempts without success, he couldn't help but use his internal strength.
As soon as he used his inner strength, Sang Jialiang naturally also used his inner strength. The two sides competed again, and Sang Jialiang's face changed slightly. It wasn't that he lost immediately, but that Tang Zhao's internal strength had special characteristics.
Tang Zhao majored in the "Binghuo Heart Method", which is taken from the fire of the sun. Although the internal force is not as clear-cut as Gangqi, it also has an unusually high temperature, like fire. As soon as Sang Jialiang's internal energy came into contact, he felt like he was on fire. Coupled with Tang Zhao's strong internal strength, he immediately had the potential to destroy everything.
Sang Jialiang instinctively withdrew his hand, and Tang Zhao let go and said, "I accept."
Sang Jialiang cupped his hands and said: "I admire you, the young master is indeed a master."
Tang Zhao returned the courtesy and said, "Brother Sang is very skilled, and I admire him very much."
He was not polite. Not to mention Sang Jialiang's strength, he was born with divine power, and his internal strength was very strong. Tang Zhao not only cultivated high-grade internal strength, but also accumulated a lot of resources. He even had to go through the pond to get the meat of ferocious beasts. Food is really more luxurious than the nobles in Tianhuang. How can Sangjialiang have such conditions? The fact that he can develop such internal strength shows that he is extremely talented.
Sang Jialiang sighed: "Actually, half of my ability is innate and half depends on chance encounters. It cannot be regarded as my own. People think that I have deep internal strength and must have worked hard. In fact, I have only practiced some superficial internal skills. On my own, I can't do anything famous at all. It's just that when I was twenty years old, I had a chance encounter and suddenly gained this internal strength. In the following years, I just practiced the moves, but my internal strength never improved."
Having said this, he hesitated for a moment, then seemed to finally make up his mind, and said: "I know it's very presumptuous to come to visit so late at night. But if I miss this opportunity, I really don't know where to go next time. So I want to ask An opportunity. I didn't ask for it in vain, I also prepared a reward." After saying that, he took out a white cloth bag.
Tang Zhao was not curious about the reward, and said directly: "It's easy to say. Could it be that Brother Sang wants to seek Xuan Gong?"
