The streets and alleys in the city are covered with shabby notices, and every one of them bears the seal of the imperial court. After years of exposure to wind and sun, the writing is mottled and stuck on the wall like ringworm. This scene lasted for about seven or eight years. At first they were all brand new, covering every corner of the country like patches. Month after month, layers are piled up, making people forget what these walls looked like in the past and the color of the bricks and adobe. No one continued it later, but those words had penetrated into everyone's heart. Regardless of whether you can read or not, whether you know the meaning or not, they will always become a part of your flesh and blood.
A young man had a reed in his mouth and was staring at a notice. This notice, like the others, was in a state of mutilation. But he was not reading the content of the notice. He already knew the words by heart. He just stared blankly at one of the words, looking at it as big, ugly, and strange.
Although the young man is a young man, he looks older than his peers. His eyes were slightly dark, revealing an indescribable tiredness, and it looked like he had never had a good night's sleep since he was born. But his expression was lazy, as if he didn't care about anything. The young man's hair was a dull sandalwood color, a bit long, with the ends tied into a small bunch, and his bangs lying lazily and loosely on his forehead. The body looked a bit thin, making people wonder how he could carry the pair of heavy scimitars behind his back. However, this is probably the reason why he is always hunched over. He is not short, but he cannot straighten up properly. In front of the notice about the person's height, he had to bend down and look up with a somewhat bored look.
This scimitar is quite special. The blade is long and narrow, one black and one white. The black one cannot shine any light, and the white one cannot cast any shadow. The yin and yang fish of different colors are inlaid on the sword, namely Bai Qiong and Hei Yu. More than half of the people in the arena use single soldiers, and double soldiers are also extremely light. His two scimitars looked heavy. It probably wouldn't be possible to move even further with the scabbard, so the scimitar doesn't have a sheath. It just has two metal rings attached to the waist to hold the knife in. A swordsman like him can naturally put it back very skillfully without scratching his pants.
He pushed upwards with his tongue, and with a sound like spitting, the reed grass was pushed out. Then, he put his hands on his hips and pulled his shoulders back a little. This was to prevent his swords from opening too wide and hitting passers-by or getting stuck in any corner. He turned around and stalked away.
Reeds stabbed deeply into the top of the notice, nailing it to it like a wooden wedge.
He has traveled a long way from his hometown. When he left, he didn't have any luggage. He just took a handful of banknotes and traveled lightly. He had to go to a place far, far away, in the extreme south of the continent, and had to cross the ocean. For a period of time, the coastal areas were blocked, and only those sent by the imperial court could travel. Even the number of entourages was regulated and carefully selected. If someone violates the prohibition and goes to sea without permission, he will be punished severely and exaggeratedly. But the past two years have been much more relaxed. After all, there are too many examples of things that come and go but never come back. Besides, no one can stop a truly curious person. Go ahead and die in a hurry. However, there are also some among these people who have naive imaginations and beautiful expectations, so let them be.
The court can't control that much anymore.
The factional fighting within the imperial court never stopped for a moment, it was endless, and people were exhausted. But this was complementary to another aspect of the struggle - the separatism of the vassal states. In this Jiuzhou Continent, there is no big country anymore, and they always fight like this. The orders of the imperial court were changed from day to day, and the people above could not give a definite answer. The person in the middle ran and broke his leg. When it reached the bottom, it had already become a pot of porridge because of the rules eight lifetimes ago, and no one could hear what the person who came was saying.
Not even planning to listen.
A court that cannot be convinced is like a mute. No matter how you point your fingers, the princes will not even look at you. With the land being vast and abundant resources, the sky being high and far away, and the lack of any suitable rules and regulations, I, the King of Heaven, cannot control these bastards. Later, after changing the emperor, he deposed several princes to scare the monkeys, annexed several big and unruly people in the surrounding areas, and changed all the "land" into "cities", which suddenly lost its momentum. As a result, the arrogance of the mob was suppressed, and they finally calmed down a little bit - but it was just smashing bowls on the table that turned into kicking shoes under the table. After finally having a chance to breathe, the court finally had time to deal with a certain issue left over from history.
In the extreme south, where you need to cross the ocean, there is a broken island called Biluo Islands. The largest piece of land was called the Southern Kingdom. It's hard to tell: the name of this place has been completely forgotten - it was sudden, like a strange spell. When everyone in the upper class was quarreling with each other and the people in the lower class were fed, hungry and beaten to death, the name of this country was erased from everyone's hearts, leaving only the concept of "Southern Country". The incident happened so suddenly and bizarrely that when the matter was taken seriously, when the treasury was empty, someone remembered that some of the subject countries had forgotten to pay tribute.
Yes, it seems that Nanguo unilaterally severed diplomatic relations with them a long time ago.
Nowadays, they claim to the outside world that they are called Jiutian Kingdom, but although no one can remember its former name, they clearly know that it is definitely not this. It's just a few sparsely populated islands. Where did you get the courage to call yourself Jiutian? How many taels of wine?
At that time, the imperial court was still at war with the imperial court, with the vassal states, and with the vassal states. The emperor probably still had some authority when speaking, so he sent someone to investigate. First, I selected some eloquent civil servants and planned to talk to them in a friendly manner, discussing what difficulties they encountered before making the decision, whether they had made any extraordinary discoveries, and trying to deceive them. By the way, I brought special products from various places, gold and silver treasures, as well as fine tea and silk. The civil servants went away, but not a single pen came back.
The emperor was furious. How could it be that this group of people was just detained there? So the imperial court sent another group of generals. If you don't eat the soft ones, you will eat the hard ones. If you don't give them a show of strength, do you really think that this country of thousands of miles is a sick cat? What I brought with me this time were swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks. I knew how to use eighteen kinds of weapons. The generals went again, still beating dogs, and never came back.
How could this be true? How could it be true?
The imperial court sent troops.
Is three hundred thousand soldiers enough? I'm afraid there isn't even enough room to set foot on the coast. Even if you eat, you can make the small southern country poor. But the result is that year after year, there is still no news.
The court felt something was wrong.
Three hundred thousand troops evaporated out of thin air. This sounds like a horrifying story. So someone said that they must have learned some magical skills to summon gods and ghosts there. So the imperial court sent Buddhist and Taoist disciples, Onmyoji masters, and many martial arts practitioners, all of whom were carefully selected. But someone on the road started arguing first and killed several people by mistake. After arriving at the place, no news came. It's just that their ship was enchanted and drifted back on its own. There was no one on board - not even the remaining supplies had been disturbed.
Things are getting weirder, and excessive squandering of resources has also led to serious consequences. The high taxes made the people complain endlessly, and the vassal states also fought with each other, and even pointed the finger at the imperial court, scolding them for abusing resources. So someone in the court got angry and told me that if you can do it, you can do it, but if you can’t do it, don’t point fingers. Some princes really said it would work. There must be brave men under the heavy reward, and other princes followed suit and recruited a group of wise and brave men in the rivers and lakes. Of course, without exception, they didn't come back.
So fucking evil.
For a long time after that, every corner of the continent was engulfed in endless internal strife. Notices recruiting civilian corps and knight-errants appeared one after another. At the beginning, the livelihood of the family members was guaranteed - otherwise who would die. Later, someone tried to get some money, and most of the basic bounty was deducted, and no one wanted to go. What they finally sent was not a soldier, not a lobbyist, not a counselor, not a ranger, not a sorcerer.
But a group of death row prisoners.
They were like the last sacrifices, being exiled on the dilapidated ship and transported to the bloody mouth of the invisible monster.
He has always disdained to deal with all this. Life and death, rich or poor, are all other people's business. I polished my knife, opened my eyes wide, and lived well to finish the job. Strictly speaking, he was a knight-errant, but he didn't do much chivalry. Basically, when you are in a good mood, you will act bravely, but you will also often let the bad guys go. Sometimes, to see whose children, old men, cats and dogs are pitiful, I would pass a piece of cake to them with just a little effort.
There are many violations of law and discipline, including fights. It's just that he doesn't look kind, and most of the local gangsters, even the people in the local county government, don't care about him. This is the way of the world. We tend to follow the crowd, bully the weak and fear the strong. There are too many things that he doesn't like, but he knows very well in his heart that if he doesn't act like a person that others don't like, people who don't like him will bully him. This world is very unreasonable, and the majority of things are unreasonable. Good people may not always be rewarded, but evil people mostly live a comfortable life. As a result, the evil people fought and competed with each other, but they were surprisingly united in oppressing the good people.
But so what? As long as you don't count on anyone, you won't have any disappointed expectations or consequences. As long as you are strong enough and capable enough to handle anything. He thinks so, and his father also taught him this way, so he can be considered such a person for the time being. He thought that he could live in such a leisurely life for the rest of his life, until one day a piece of news hit him on the head, causing him to bleed. He endured the pain and rubbed his head and stood up, only to find that the one who had done it was Liu Dao Impermanence.
so what? I can't bear the loss, I must pay back my hand.
Unless you can't beat it.
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