Calamity Crown

After coming to the secluded place, Wei Wuyou asked directly.

Seeing Goethe shaking his head, Wei Wuyou immediately said——

"Before Lord 'Martial Saint' was born, Thirteen Continents also had martial arts, but most of that kind of martial arts is in the category of ordinary people's understanding. It is nothing more than greater strength, higher jumping and faster running. Quick, but there are also some 'extraordinary skills', for example, 'Tiandaomeng' has mastered the 'extraordinary skills' called 'breathing method'."

"It is rumored that if you master the 'breathing method', you can count one against ten, or even one against a hundred."

"But most of it was treated as hearsay."

"It wasn't until the birth of Lord Wusheng that this 'breathing method' was confirmed to be true. As a supporter of that dynasty, the 'Tiandao League' at that time was also called 'Tiandaoism', which is different from the current 'Tiandaomeng'. Listening to the Chess Pavilion, the original 'sticky poles' were defeated one by one by Lord 'Wu Sheng', and even the downfall of that decadent dynasty, Lord 'Wu Sheng' can be said to have made great achievements."

"However, the benevolence and righteousness of Lord 'Wu Sheng' did not allow him to kill them all. Therefore, the remnants of the dynasty established the 'Emperor Lotus Sect', and hid in the dark with the renamed 'Tiandao League' and 'Tingqi Pavilion'. Learning the 'Secret Martial Arts' passed on by Master 'Wu Sheng'."

"And, looking for the restoration of the dynasty."

"In fact, in a sense, they've succeeded."

Speaking of this, Wei Wuyou smiled wryly.

"Thirty years ago, the organization 'Xia Ke' was hit hard. It seemed that conflicts and multi-party calculations were bound to erupt, but it was almost the same as the current 'Four Schools and Four Schools'."

"Except for the different organization names, their experiences are the same."

"It's all being..."

"Cut leeks!"

"'Heaven Dao League', 'Emperor Lotus Sect', and 'Tingqi Pavilion' hide in the dark, distribute minions while letting Thirteen Continents develop. When an organization whose power reaches a certain level appears, they will Start harvesting—not only harvesting the life of the emerging forces, but also harvesting the resources of the emerging forces, so as to grow yourself."

"This is the case with 'Xia Ke' and 'Four Schools and Four Schools', and many other organizations are also like this."

"Even some headless cases on Thirteen Continents, like the destruction of the 'Iron Clothes Gate', should be their work."

Wei Wuyou said the words that he didn't dare to say in the face of 'Xun''s inquiry before.

"Ah."

Goethe nodded.

He understood what Wei Wuyou said almost instantly.

It's not difficult.

In his 'hometown', something similar happened.

However, the name has also been changed.

Even, to a certain extent, such things always change names and happen in different ways, but the essence never changes.

What is the essence?

The essence is to cut the 'middle class' leeks.

The upper strata are protected by a perfect system and cannot be mowed down.

The lower level already has no 'resources' and cannot be divided.

Then cut the middle child!

Ingeniously set up names, create anxiety, and harvest with various postures and angles.

For example: 'Love lasts forever, a flower lasts forever'.

For example: 'There should be differences in life, and a villa can see the difference'.

For example: 'If you come, I will train your children, if you don't come, I will train your children's competitors'.

All kinds of methods are all anxiety, which makes the so-called middle class have to spend a lot of money to invest in education, and spend a lot of money to buy luxury goods with extremely low cost performance to distinguish themselves from the bottom.

But the real rich don't need it, they don't need to compete, let alone show differences.

Because, they were born in Rome.

And can the middle class who do these things be promoted to the upper class?

Do not make jokes.

The people at the top hold the 'scarce resources'. In order to make the 'resources more scarce', they will only tighten the upward channels, or even cut off everything, and only let them enjoy it for themselves.

other people?

Don't think about it.

In order to divert such contradictions, they once again chose the easy-to-use 'middle class' to divert the hatred of the bottom people.

Infighting.

The extremely useful 'middle class'.

The wealth of the "middle class" has given the upper class a better life, and I myself have given the lower class a better outlet.

It is omnipotent.

And when the 'middle class' slipped to the bottom?

That couldn't be better.

The position of slipping has been vacated, and the bottom has hope and motivation, and the whole society and the country will have vitality, and it will be "thriving".

Then?

Repeatedly.

Will there be a time for a change?

meeting!

The world has changed drastically.

When the street lights come on.

Dang leather...

Goethe stood there, shaking the water gun, and the water in the sink rattled.

It was like a wave.

One after another.

It seemed to be shouting again.

Bloom with life.

Goethe stood there as if asking, or muttering to himself——

"I want to eat braised pork."

Chapter 64 Two hundred copies [Bloody Honor]!

The place to eat braised pork was recommended by Zuo Te.

Naturally, Zuo Te led the way.

Turn left and right in a certain street in the old city, enter an alley where parking cannot be parked, and you can see a restaurant without a signboard.

Or to be more precise, the House of Flies.

The restaurant is only seven or eight square meters, and there are three long tables, one round table and two low tables. The round table is for multiple people to have dinner, and the long table is for people who clock in at work and come and go quickly.

Two low tables are different.

Not only is it placed under the shade of a tree outside the restaurant, but on a low table there are the boss's own teapot and teacup, a plate of peeled peanuts, and a newspaper.

On the bamboo recliner, there is also a cattail fan.

Goethe glanced over the newspaper.

It is the second edition.

It reads "Recently, disasters in Luteng City have occurred frequently, and experts speculate that it is..."

The next few words were obscured by the folding of the newspaper.

Goethe shook his head.

It's nothing to do with him, it's just a coincidence.

Zuo Te didn't pay attention to these at all, he added a portion of braised pork with abalone - on top of the braised pork ordered.

At this moment, Zuo Te kept looking in the direction of the back kitchen of the restaurant.

He can't wait.

Mu Heiya turned the teacup.

Tea in a cup is the cheapest herbal tea.

The kind that requires extra money to add tangerine peel.

Of course, even with the addition of tangerine peel.

The taste is also bitter and hard to swallow.

But Mu Heiya drank with relish, this was already the second cup.

Mu Heiya didn't speak.

Goethe didn't speak either.

Than patience?

Goethe has always been the most patient person.

As for Zot?

He couldn't play this kind of silent game, and he missed the braised pork with abalone very much, so he stood up and walked into the restaurant.

"The things you asked for have arrived."

Mu Heiya finally spoke.

"Well, I know, you called before."

Goethe nodded.

Such words made a wry smile appear on Mu Heiya's face.

"This matter has nothing to do with me."

"Whether it's Black Wind, Blood Fiend, White Bones, or the 'Tiandao League'."

Mu Heiya explained.

"Ah."

Goethe nodded again.

Of course he believed that this matter had nothing to do with Mu Hei Ya.

Just as he believes that this matter is inseparable from the senior management of the 'Unlimited Fighting Competition' safety committee.

Goethe's attitude made Mu Heiya's wry smile even more helpless.

The member of the safety committee headquarters wanted to explain.

But I don't know how to explain it at all.

Because, he once again felt the taste of '30 years ago'.

The safety committee seems to be a place that upholds justice and justice, but the more justice and justice there is, the more unspeakable evil and selfishness it has.

Power is pursued.

It will corrupt people's hearts even more.

And add strength?

It's going to get worse.

Just like after an ordinary person becomes a superman, he is upholding justice on the first day, and he is still upholding justice on the second day, but what about the third day?What about the fourth day?What will he do?

The high probability is——

look into my eyes!