The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 452 Storytelling

"The original intention of the crossing of all beings is not like this..."

In a woods outside the valley, the demon lord, already gray-haired, was sitting on a slightly flat rock, with black pupils like a living dead, lying flat on the demon lord's side, Xuedama guarding his side.

"You think they're innocent?"

Zhao Yu sat opposite the Demon Lord, and Bu Jingyun and others stood behind him.

The Demon Lord raised his head, looked at Zhao Yu with some cloudy eyes, and found that this young man was surprisingly calm.

"But in the end... the crime does not deserve death!"

The Demon Lord sighed slightly, of course she understood who the "they" in Zhao Yu's mouth referred to.

"The law is the greatest protection for the common people in the world, even if it is only on the surface."

Zhao Yu looked at the demon lord, and said slowly: "But if a person's ability is enough to defy the law, even the only thoughts of ordinary people will be obliterated.

Don't talk about other people, just talk about the god you are most familiar with. How much innocent blood was stained on his hands in his life?

Besides, the human-faced envoys and beast-hearted envoys under your command, and even the gentlest Nie Feng among the people behind me, will inevitably be stained with the blood of innocent people! "

Zhao Yu looked around, and then continued: "Heroes use martial arts to restrain people, this is not a lie."

"How can you ensure that there will always be a wise monarch in the court?"

After all, the demon lord is a human being who has lived for hundreds of years. When Zhao Yu said the words, he immediately thought of the disadvantages.

According to Zhao Yu, if there is no top martial artist in the world, how could the heaven be fair and peaceful?

I can see it!

"When your manpower is infinite, you are a saint. Naturally, you have the ability to observe the misfortunes and blessings of the past life, but at the very least, there will no longer be a martial artist in the world who draws his sword and kills without saying anything!"

"Why, the world has been praising chivalry for thousands of years?"

After hearing what the two said, Jian Chen couldn't resist standing up, and said with a slight frown.

Nie Feng raised his head, glanced at the successor of the Heroic Sword, and said with a warm smile, "Everyone?"

"The one who said that, I'm afraid it's at least the Jianghu martial artist who is in it?"

"If he, Jian Chen, has no cultivation, one day he meets a young man who is in a good mood and he is accidentally killed by this young man, will he still think that way after he dies?"

Jian Chen heard the words, and said a little bit convinced: "Since claiming to be a hero, there is no reason to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"His master is considered a hero?"

Did Nie Feng answer Jian Chen's words, but asked rhetorically.

"nature!"

Jian Chen replied very arrogantly.Martial arts myth is naturally the first-class young man in that rivers and lakes.

"But when his master was invited to fight against the ten small sects, in order to defeat his master, the patriarch of Yan Yi threatened Xiao Brahma's heirs to kill Feng Wu with blood for four days and was famous for injuring him. Did he know about that?"

Nie Feng still had an expression of being either tight or fast.

"Naturally, I know that this ancestor of slowness is a despicable lord, how can I be called that chivalrous character?"

There is no one who has a more vague past with the capital than my direct disciple.

In the first battle back then, it was famous for defeating ten small sects. At the beginning, if the old ancestor of Yanyi made a dirty trick, my teacher's wife would also die tragically.

"In one bloody place, there are dozens of blades of grass on both sides of the small river. His master doesn't have a lot of skills to fight against the bloody murder, but how innocent are the thousands of people on the two banks?

Of course, he could also shirk that it was the fault of his ancestor, but could it be that his master was not responsible at all? "

Liao Feng waited for Jian Chen to refute, and then said again: "If the famous martial arts myths and the ten small sects are just some people who are familiar with martial arts, then even if there is no dispute, there will be such a shocking result... ..."

Jian Chen groaned for a long time, but still found something to refute Nie Feng.

Seeing Xiaojia talking all the time, Liao Feng smiled slightly, looked at the crowd and said, "When you were in Jinyiwei, you saw a very boring dossier."

"A farmer who had no power to restrain chickens poisoned a family of eighteen members of the head of a Jianghu sect known as the scriptures.

It's just a special farmer, why do you have to wait for the capital? "

Liao Feng looked at the crowd while talking, and seeing that there was no doubt in the eyes of the crowd, he said: "It turned out that after investigation, the only son of the farmer's family was seriously ill, and the farmer sold the only land, cattle and houses, so that's what I asked for." Blindly panacea.

And it just so happened that the son of the head of a local Jianghu sect also suffered from the same disease and needed that elixir.

Money, for that great sect, is also taken out, but the big city is remote, and among the medicine shops in the city, only the blind elixir is bought by the farmer. "

Nie Feng said that, looked around the crowd again and said: "They are all low-handed decision-makers with unique skills. If the matter is placed under them, what choice will they make?"

"Going to find it again is..."

"grab!"

Zhao Yu and Bu Jingyun spoke at the same time, but what they said was slightly different.

Nie Feng glanced at Bu Jingyun and nodded slightly.

In Jianghu, people like Zhao Yu are only rare after all, but what Bu Jingyun did is the real Jianghu!
"What about him? Between his famous master and this farmer, how would he choose?"

At that time, Nie Feng turned his gaze to Jian Chen.

It's the same as the Yudu after that, at this moment, there is a chill in Nie Feng's eyes.

"You...you will go to find..."

Jian Chen's face was tangled for a long time, before giving an answer intermittently.

But when I breathed a sigh of relief, Liao Feng said again: "Time waits for someone. What if the sickness requires him to look for the elixir?"

"you……"

Jian Chen was dumbfounded that time, and I knew how to answer Nie Feng.

In fact, it was what Nie Feng asked in full view. If it really happened to me, I would definitely take it back!
Jian Chen was in a state of confusion, as if... everything was exactly as Nie Feng said!
Is there such a righteous and awe-inspiring feeling in that Jianghu?

"Where are you coming?"

Seeing that Liao Feng was staring at Jian Chen and going on to tell the story, Meng asked curiously.

"Come here, the head of the sect took action himself, but he snatched the elixir and saved my son, and he killed the farmer's wife with 'big heart'..."

"what?!"

The complexions of the people around changed, especially Meng, who exclaimed directly.

"Should he be surprised?"

Nie Feng looked at Meng, and said without any sarcasm, "That kind of thing should be commonplace in Youshuangcheng, right?"

The look was ridiculed, but the tone made the hearts of the people around him sink.

Meng looked stunned and nodded.

That kind of thing is very rare in Youshuangcheng.

"Good guy!"

Bu Jingyun seemed to have understood what Liao Feng was going to say next, and he spat out those eight words warmly.

(End of this chapter)