Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Lu Zhenghao was slowly walking to the border of the Star Luo Empire with his students.
I saw the majestic border gate, with dozens of feet of city walls standing majestically, the moat guarding the border gate, and the soldiers on the city wall standing ready.
Looking at the young soldiers at the gate of the city, Lu Zhenghao couldn't help but sigh.
"What are your plans after you become successful in your cultivation and become high-ranking senior soul masters, children?"
"Beat everyone and become the best in the world."
Lu Zhenshan clenched his fists and stared intently, with a look of longing on his face.
"I am ready to return to the family and make our family stronger."
Jiang Fan pondered for a while, thoughtfully.
"Of course I want to go out and enjoy the mountains and rivers. Go out more and make more money to earn some capital for going out!"
Han Tianxin couldn't help but shake her little head as she imagined the future travel scene.
"If you are successful in your cultivation, you will definitely go out to find people to fight with, study your soul skills, and fight with strong men from all walks of life to prove your path. Then you will go to eat some delicious food, eat all the delicious food in the world."
Wu Jin, who had always cherished his words like gold, did talk a lot. Perhaps because of his silence, he stumbled a bit when he suddenly spoke so many words.
Lu Zhenghao couldn't help but look sideways at Wu Jin. He knew that this child who looked immature and had an introverted personality had more opinions than anyone else.
"Then have you ever thought about what your power is used for?"
Teacher Lu Zhenghao asked again. This time he wanted to leave something in the hearts of these children.
"Of course, to prevent yourself from being killed, then kill those who offend you, and kill all those who are harmful to you."
Lu Zhenshan was the first to answer again, and the other three nodded slightly in agreement.
When Lu Zhenghao saw this, he sighed secretly and spoke again.
"The sword in my hand and the sword in my palm are not only for killing, but also for protection!"
Everyone looked in the direction of Teacher Lu Zhenghao's finger and happened to see the soldiers changing defenses on the city wall.
"Protect?"
Wu Jin looked down at his right hand, his eyes a little blurry.
After entering the city, Lu Zhenghao took them to an inn, where they all rested after dinner.
Everyone continued on their way early the next morning.
On the other hand, Deng Yunchang was much faster than the students. After all, he was a high-level soul master and had nothing to say about his speed. However, Mr. Chen did not go back, but stayed in the nearby countryside.
At this time, Chen Laozheng was talking to an old farmer.
"Brother, we are resting here. How is the wheat harvest going?"
"Hey, let's not mention you. I can't tell you. I can't tell you at all. Hurry up and prepare the food for this winter. How much will be left after the taxes are paid? The cellar is still empty."
The people who suffer from natural disasters are always ordinary people, those big shots sitting in temples, and those soul masters who eat and drink for free but never give anything. They are nothing but able to open their mouths.
"Brother, didn't those officials in the empire report the situation to the higher authorities? If such a big thing happened, wouldn't taxes be reduced?"
"Who knows? The policies here are subject to change. How can we be sure? I heard that there are soul masters coming to help with farming, but those soul masters know how to use hammers to dig up and plow the land. When I can’t even hope for transplanting rice seedlings, when to water them, or weeding. I can only come here to ripen the crops.”
"Brother, where are your children? Where have all the family gone?"
"Hey, my son has gone to the city to work as a servant for a wealthy family. He will only come back near the end of the new year. My wife and I are the only ones at home."
Mr. Chen visited several places again and learned about the situation from the villagers in each place.
The difficulties encountered by the villagers were much more serious than he imagined. Officials did not act and the farmers themselves had poor living conditions. How could they survive the disaster years?
What impressed Mr. Chen most deeply was the sentence:
"No one will help you, no one will care about you. The soul master will only dominate you. Who dares to throw a riot and send you on your way with a soul skill?"
Mr. Chen couldn't help but ask himself, are soul masters just people who only take, and don't need to contribute? Are soul masters just blood suckers for the people at the bottom?
Mr. Chen, who was walking on the country road, lowered his head and thought, how can we change the situation of the people?
Going to warn the officials on duty and beating them up if they don't obey is a bit overwhelming. After I leave, I don't know whether these ordinary people with no background will be retaliated against.
We have to find a way that doesn't involve civilians and can solve the winter problem here.
In the evening, Mr. Chen thought about it in the hotel and finally decided to write a memorial to the emperor. Fortunately, he still had some acquaintances in the imperial capital who could help.
So I wrote my name at the end of the letter to show my sincerity.
On the other side, the students who returned to school began to train with their junior students.
Divide into two teams and use the auxiliary soul masters in turn. Lu Zhenshan and Han Tianxin are separated, and Huakang and Zhu Hongda are separated.
There is light pollution on one side and interference from the big tripod on the other. Neither side gives in. The feud between Han Tianxin and Lu Zhenshan, the battle for control between Huakang and Zhu Hongda, and the battle for quotas to participate in the competition.
Lu Zhenshan took the lead and attacked Wu Jin with fists and palms. Wu Jin also waved jade bamboo, and the stick shadows were scattered. Lu Zhenshan could no longer effectively suppress him.
Ever since Wu Jin went into seclusion and obtained the third soul ring, his strength was no longer what it used to be. Forced by the suppression of Lu Zhenshan's will, Wu Jin also understood his own intention.
It is the free will of breaking everything. If the sky wants to crush me, then it will split the sky; if the earth blocks me, it will crush the free will of that earth.
When two people fight on the court, it is not only a battle of force, but also a battle of roads.
Lu Zhenshan gathered rocks into a mountain and put his five fingers together. With the supreme will of heaven to suppress all, he exclusively dealt with all disobedience and met the forbidden true meaning of longing for freedom.
The confrontation between the two wills caused everyone on the field to look at each other. They stopped fighting and only took advantage of these two people.
Since receiving the third soul ring, the area of Lu Zhenshan's body that can be petrified has increased, covering his arms. There is even more stone armor on his heart, and both feet have been petrified from the ankles.
After Wu Jin got the third soul ring, the six-jointed Polygonatum odoratum seemed to become softer and very tough. It not only had the previous strength, but also added softness. The one-handed stick dance became more flexible, and he opened his position with Lu Zhenshan, always keeping an effective attack distance, and did not get close to Lu Zhenshan.
With a snap, the stick hit Lu Zhenshan's thigh, and Lu Zhenshan grinned and hissed.
Lu Zhenshan hit Wu Jin with a flying stone with his backhand, and the two of them went back and forth.
The basic stick movements such as raising fire to burn the sky, splitting, poking, poking, covering, swinging, and picking seemed smooth and smooth in Wu Jin's hands. Lu Zhenshan had no choice but to jump out of the battle circle and use flying rocks to attack from a distance.
Wu Jin changed the hand gestures of holding the stick several times in a row, and used the grip to deflect several flying stones.
The two fought until the end and each retreated. Wu Jin crossed his hands and held the stick, while Lu Zhenshan bent his legs and arched his back, clasping his palms together.
