Standing on the top of the tripod, Liu Xiaqi watched the thousands of horses galloping under the high platform, listening to the shouts of Lu Dirang's subordinates, he looked up to the sky and laughed, laughed and laughed, and shed tears unfreely.

This eight-foot burly man did not shed tears when he was wounded, and did not shed tears when his relatives and friends died in battle, but at this moment he shed tears, tears slipped down, fell on the tattered battle robe stained red with blood, fell on the wound that leaked terrifying white bones, and fell on the crooked big ding under his feet.

But the draft in his hand is like his tall body, stepping on the mountain of corpses, stepping on the sea of blood, facing the fishy wind, and continuing to flutter.

Lu Di rode a horse-riding horse, galloping up, and everywhere he went, the Lu Yi coalition army was out of the way.

Ma Rulong, like a fire phoenix stepping on snow, quickly overtook Shao Zhengmao, who was running to the high platform and screaming.

At the moment when Lu Tu pulled the reins, the front hooves of the horse stepped into the air, and the sky roared sixty degrees, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to be shaken at this moment.

Everyone watched in shock at this epic heroic scene.

Lu Di jumped off the horse, walked through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and came to the front of Liu Xia's feet.

He looked up at the burly man who was extremely confident in beating his chest back then, willow planters, watching him being forced into such a miserable mess, his eyes were sour, and he looked up at willow plantar like that, and willow plantar also looked down at him.

"Yanagi Shita-kun, have you descended?" After a long time, Lu Di said.

"Down? Haha......."

"Let's go down to China for 28 years, kill all the evil nobles in the world, let us surrender, surrender to the nobles? Haha, don't you think that's ridiculous? ”

"Ridiculous? No, it's never funny! Lu Di said in a deep voice.

"Yanagishita-kun, do you remember your original intention?" After a while, Lu Di asked rhetorically.

"The original intention? The original intention, how can we not remember? Hearing this, Liu Xia seemed to be recalling, and then said with a full sense of anger:

"We have sworn an oath, we say that we will bring down all the injustices in the world, and we will build a country of equality and equal wealth"

"But did you make it happen? Has your so-called dream come true? Lu Di stared at the willow plant.

"Realized, not realized." The willow plantar was dull, but then he said angrily in a high-pitched voice:

"However, if the dream is not realized, does it mean that the dream is wrong and evil?"

"Childe, tell us, are we wrong, are we evil?" Liu Xia said that in the end, he roared, and he couldn't help crying at the end.

Liu Xiajiao has worked hard for 30 years for the original dream of establishing an equal and equal wealth society, but what has he exchanged for 30 years is that he is full of gorgeous hair, whether the people who follow him live in water and fire, or someone wants to betray him.

After hearing Liu Xia's words, Lu Di muttered to himself for a long time: "The dream has not been realized, the dream has been shattered, is it because the dream is wrong, is the dream evil?" ”

Lu Di didn't know why he subconsciously added the word shattered to his dream.

The wind brought the rancid smell of corpses and the bloody smell of blood, Lu Di was choked back to consciousness, and he said in a firm tone with tearful eyes: "Liu Xiajun, your dream is not wrong, let alone evil, fair, and wealthy, how can it be wrong?" ”

"It's not wrong, it's just hard to achieve."

"Liu Xia Jun follow me, my dream is not as pure as yours, but I, Lu Di, am willing to use my life to guarantee that I will try my best to be pure"

Lu Di's words were very firm and sonorous, and no one would doubt it when they heard it, suspecting that what he said was just deceiving people and painting cakes.

Liu Xia shook his head with a smile when he heard this, he jumped off the big ding, and then kicked away the corpse of the person at his feet, and slammed the big draft on the high platform, he looked at Lu Di with incomparable confidence and impassioned words: "Gongzi Tu, our little Engong, do you know, Kong Qiu's disciples scolded us, saying that we are big thieves, but we don't think we are big thieves, if we are big thieves, we are also big roads!" ”

"And the avenue needs to be followed."

"We have no ability, only this cavity of blood, only the injustice of the heart, only the courage to shout to the vicissitudes of life, we must use our courage, our heart, our blood, martyrdom!"

"Haha, it's not fair, it's not rich, let's just step on it!" Liu Xiajiao suddenly pulled out the saber that Lu Di gave him back then, inserted it into his abdomen, and then stirred it back and forth up and down, left and right.

But he didn't make a sound of pain, he looked up at the big draft beside him, looked up at the dark sky, and fell on the high platform with a thud, and fell on the side of the big tripod that the Son of Heaven sacrificed back then, and his blood slowly dyed the bottom of the tripod red.

Seeing this, Lu Di stretched out his hand and took it back, he couldn't save it, he couldn't save it, there was no hope!

Closing his eyes and weeping, when Lu Di opened his eyes again, he looked at the dark sky and roared loudly: "God, the dream has not come true, is it because the dream is wrong, is it wrong, you answer me?" ”

"You answered me on horseback?"

Heaven did not answer, only the darkening sky; No one could answer, only the whispered weeping of countless people.

Inequality, unequal wealth, let's do it!

Back then, Liu Xia opened his big mouth and said to Lu Di with a smile.

But now, willow foot is dead, dead!

But when a person dies, faith cannot die, and he cannot die!

The thunderbolt of equality and prosperity is like a light in the night, inspiring countless toiling masses to rebel against the insatiable elites.

What kind of prince will Xiangning have?

The sky is dead, and the yellow turban should stand......

The day is evenly compensated......

I am sick of the inequality between the rich and the poor, and now I am equal to you......

The law is divided into high and low, not good law; I practice the Dharma, and I should be equal to the rich and the poor......

and other nobles and lowly, Juntian is free of grain, and he meets the king......

No one is uneven, no one is not full. The world is man's field, and the world is cultivated together......

Fight local tyrants, divide the land, and communize......

……

Lu Di deeply knew that Liu Xia's death was just a beginning, not an end.

What Lu Di didn't know was that the death of Liu Xia also deeply shocked a person, that person is the head of today's Taishan Academy, Mo Zhai, he was inspired by this, and added two more points to the original ten propositions of "love", "non-attack", "Shangxian", "Shangtong", "respect for heaven", "ghost", "non-music", "non-life", "frugality", and "funeral": equality and righteousness.

"Qianqi has changed its name to cherish the willow camp from today, and the big draft left by this willow king is the military draft of your cherishing willow camp, people die, the military draft does not die, and the faith does not die!" Suddenly, Lu Di picked up the banner that Liu Xia planted and committed suicide to defend himself, he jumped on the sacrificial tripod that had been stained with the blood of an unknown number of people, and shouted at the thousands of horsemen in the audience.

Hearing this, Qianqi raised his sword and shouted: "Fine Willow Battalion, Fine Willow Battalion, the military manuscript is immortal, and the faith is immortal!" ”

Obviously, Qianqi listened to what Lu Di said about pity, but what is the difference between pity, pity, and pity?

It exists only for one person, oh no, a belief to be precise, a belief to the death guard.

It's not fair, let's just step on the mother!

The allied forces of Lu and Yi were all trembling in shock when they heard the shouts and shouts of the thousand horses, and that Shao Zhengmao was even more pale and terrifying, damn it!

On the top of the moon, the night is beautiful, but the smell of blood is tangy.

Lu Di buried the willow plantar in a good feng shui place, and carved a tombstone for him with his own hands and wrote an epitaph.

The saint does not die, the thief does not stop, the thief does not stop, the saint does not die.

None of the people present understood what it meant for Lu Di to write such an epitaph for Liu Xia, but they firmly believed that Gongzi must have a reason to write like this.

It's the same as faith, whether it's true or not, as long as it's faith, then believe.