As for the words "removing the old and adopting the new", it is very easy to say, but it is not easy to do. If the imperial court wants to spit out the old and accept the new, it must first overthrow the ancient school of Confucianism, which has deep roots and disciples all over Huayu; If you want to overthrow the Confucian school, you will inevitably face the embarrassing situation of hundreds of officials writing letters and resigning, and no one in the imperial court is available......

No matter what the reason, the killing of Confucian civil officials who gathered people to strike the dynasty will inevitably leave a name in history and lose the heart of the world's scholars. Since ancient times, the right to speak firmly in the hands of scholars has been an excellent weapon to compete with violence and imperial power.

After thinking of this insoluble dead end, another thought popped up in Wang Zhengling's mind at the same time. This sudden thought also aroused goosebumps all over his body:

Could it be that Emperor Zhou Yuanqing of God blessed him, and let the two parties of King Cai fight for many years, but it was not out of greed for pleasure, nor was it caused by mediocrity?

And from another point of view, the people who are really tortured in the war are always warriors with noble character and strong men who fight for survival; and the common people whose families were broken and displaced by the rout, plague and famine......

But these people will never be the cause of troubled times and strife, let alone a reason to extinguish the flames of war!

As for those royal relatives, squires, and wealthy scholars, they can be described as having vast connections and deep roots because they hold huge resources all year round; Whether you go to relatives and friends, or wait for the price to sell, you will not suffer too much impact.

So even if the Qin army did its best to take away Zhou Yuanqing's world; But for these "tumors", it is just a change of host to continue to suck blood; There will be no change in the lives of the people, and the chaos of the world will not end there......

Zhou Changfeng ascended the throne and sat in the palace at all times, and he would inevitably go to Zhou Yuanqing's old road; Therefore, this just battle that changed the day was nothing more than a futile wanton killing.

In fact, Wang Zhengling's speculation is somewhat biased. Because it is the Northern Qin Ding, it is better to innovate and the Northern Yan to regain the lost territory; No matter how much the battle is ultimately won or lost, where the flames of war pass by, it will inevitably leave a "scorched black trace", which can be "futile"? ……

Noble heroes, who died honorably on the battlefield; The despicable villain hides in the shadows and grabs huge profits; After the war is extinguished and the world is unified; The rats that emerge from the shadows will put on new fur and roam the streets in broad daylight; And those heroes who are willing to give up their lives for their ideals and ambitions, and finally die on the battlefield for others, their bones and flesh have long fertilized the earth and nourished the people......

The reverberation belongs to the dead heroes, and the Huayu Continent belongs to the living villains.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhengling's tears rolled down; He didn't know why he was crying, and he didn't understand whether it was right or wrong for him to raise troops with Zhou Changfeng. The dark night of Tugou Village was shrouded in a layer of mist; The slowly flowing stream at his feet, like the gentle palm of his mother's hand, comfortably soothed Wang Zhengling's confusion......

I don't know how long it took, Wang Zhengling had been crying silently with tears on his face, and his body was getting lighter and lighter; Immediately afterwards, the large bowl he was holding in his hand also rolled down from his hand on the gravel beach by the stream, shattering the moonlight on the ground......

With the sound of the porcelain bowl shattering, Wang Zhengling's head tilted, his body also slid down, and the whole person fell asleep against the big stone; And in the grass in the distance, a shirtless young man patted the old brother beside him and said:

"Xiangjia, this sea is cold, hey! What do you think? Greeting? (Brother, this soldier is crying!) How about we do it now? ）”

"After the horse, the reading is short, the trick is bright, pay attention to the sea Lengzi woke up early, and he fished for sheep in that fishy place, but let our brothers suffer fishy! (Wait a little longer, stop talking, and observe carefully.) Be careful that this soldier has already seen through our deception, and just pretending to be asleep there, but he has played us tricks! ）”

"Wow! Xiangjiazi is all over the sea! (Brother, you have enough eyes!) ）”

The two waited for a long time, only to see that the residual energy on Wang Zhengling's body had also dissipated, his whole body had slipped off the stone, his chest was very even, his mouth and nose were open together, and there was already a loud snoring sound! The two Jianghu people hiding in the forest looked at each other, and the older one stretched out his hand, pointed at Wang Zhengling, who was snoring like thunder, and said:

"Shut it up! (Keep an eye on people)"

After an explanation, the man turned around and left; After a while, Jia Lao Liu put on the dirty single clothes, yawned and shook his nose, and walked to the edge of the stream:

"Ahh The ghost weather in this mountain is really a little cool! Come out of the monkey cub, the fishy thoughts of the sweat falling (this is the drug under the fake nun), the wings must be obsessed (this official must have been numb)! ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, the young man in the woods sprang out. This kid has little experience in the rivers and lakes, but his skills are really good; After borrowing his strength lightly, he flew up and down on the edge of the forest, like a dexterous monkey, swinging in front of Jia Lao Liu.

And Jia Lao Liu frowned, stretched out his hand and patted the child's brain:

"You "acrobatics", do you have problems with your legs? A good road won't be a good walk, and the family is close to the orangutans? ”

"Jia Laozu, the golden bar (leg) of your little lock doesn't seem to be of much use, right......?"

"Sooner or later, tear your boy's mouth to pieces, hurry up and get to work! There are more than 1,000 people in Tugou Village, so hurry up! There is no way to start this road in broad daylight, once you see Sanguang, be careful of this group of unjust ghosts! ”

After Jia Lao Liu finished speaking, the latter looked embarrassed, glanced at Wang Zhengling who was lying on the ground snoring, and said in a slurring voice:

"Ancestor, it is said that this Chu Mo order was ordered by Master Shen, and the "murder hole" is in your hands (the killing game is your group), and I am a descendant of a small character, so I should listen to your shouting. But since I was a child, I have been in the "separation line", and my master has taught me to bend over and consume my legs, but I have never been taught how to "peep at the scoop" (killing)! ”

As the saying goes, there are no rules, there is no square circle, and no matter how lowly the industry is, it is the same; Outsiders can look down on themselves, but they must take precepts; Otherwise, even fellow people in the rivers and lakes will look down on you!

This child has been trying to torture himself and show the people a rarity to earn food since he was a child; On the table where you are far away, you can't put a bowl of knife rice!

To put it roughly, the rivers and lakes can be divided into five techniques, eight gates, twelve phases, thirty-six arts, one hundred single and eight floats, and three hundred and sixty lines; It's just that in the industry where a hundred flowers are blooming, there is no professional killer - executioner. Because of this profession, all the food is the official salary of the imperial court; Although they are also among the lower nine streams, they are not in the rivers and lakes.

Including Jia Laoliu and Zhang Dianchen, these Jianghu people rushed to Hedong City because of Shen Gui's Chu Mo order to help the Northern Yan people resist the attack of the Qin army. But they don't know how to fight, and they don't have strong martial arts to protect themselves; Although few of these people are good men and women, it is really difficult for them to chop off the heads of living people with their own hands.

There is still a big difference between deceiving people into throwing their whole family into a well and really destroying people......

Jia Laoliu wanted to open his mouth to scold this timid descendant, but after thinking about it, what the other child said was indeed right, and he had no position to open his mouth at all......

So, he turned to the old butcher and said:

"Old Joe, those "inverted (people who have been turned over by medicine)" will be handed over to you. If you don't want to get bloody, let them fight. Oh yes, I'll take this uncle with me first, and I still have a few words to ask him. ”

After finishing speaking, the thief ancestor Jia Lao Liu bent down and grabbed his hands, picked up Wang Zhengling, who was snoring, and walked straight to the room of the "sixth aunt".

In this small grass house, it is already crowded with all kinds of people from all walks of life; And Lu Dong Xiangma Zhang Dianchen, who was born as a robber in the green forest, was also sitting on a small bench in the kitchen at this time, seriously sharpening his ordinary ghost-headed knife.

After Jia Lao Liu entered the house, he threw Wang Zhengling on the ground at will, picked up the teacup on the table and drained it in one gulp, and then opened his mouth to ask his godgrandson "Dwarf Lu":

"How's the other three villages doing?"

"Don't worry, you won't be able to run away! If you want to say that you are still an old man, you can put medicine in the pickle jar, and no matter how big the smell is, you can cover it tightly......"

Listening to the meaning of the dwarf Lu's words, he is criticizing the excessive smell of anesthetic; A middle-aged woman who looked like a Taoist aunt shook the dust in her hand and scolded angrily:

"Jumping in the ground! The old lady has to tear your "cherry mouth" alive! Is it the old lady's "fan (drug)"? That's Jia Laozu named the most intense party, is the strength so big and the taste small? Okay, don't you like to talk cheaply? I advise you, this little thing, it's best to be more careful when you eat and drink in the future, and be careful when you wake up, Lord Yama is lying next to you! ”

"You put ten thousand hearts, I don't always interact with Lord Yama, and I definitely won't see his old man when I wake up! But we've been friends for more than ten years, and I'll ...... when I wake up."

Jia Lao Liu listened to the meat and vegetarian quarrel between the two, his eyebrows furrowed, and he kicked Wang Zhengling on the ground as if venting his anger:

"Okay, okay, chattering every day, talking about serious things!"

As soon as Jia Laoliu became angry, everyone became serious; In the room, only Zhang Dianchen's ghost-headed big knife was still competing with the whetstone......

"The big guys all ran out of Hedong City with me, and what the situation is now, I'm afraid everyone knows it in their hearts. The officers and armies on both sides of the family are fighting, and we, the people of the rivers and lakes, really can't play a role. Relying on the good relationship between my nephew Qi Yan and Shen Gui, today I will be the master this time and disperse everyone......"

"Don't, Jia Laozu, I'm having fun! Where did the eight thousand black riders go? If you want me to say, let's go straight to Sanqin, and deceive him into a Chang'an City, which is also called that old man Zhou Changfeng, and see the demeanor of our rivers and lakes! ”