Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

After Liu Jiqian finished speaking, everyone was silent. After a long time, a disciple spoke.

"It sounds like those mortals are quite pitiful, but do they have anything to do with us? We are going to see the seal, so it shouldn't have anything to do with the affairs of these mortals, right?"

There was pure doubt in his tone, without any other bad intentions. But this made Lu Wensheng, Yan Qingshu and the others feel even more uncomfortable. They didn't know what to say - in the eyes of cultivators, they were not on the same level as mortals, and there was no shortage of fighting and killing in the world of cultivation, and the law of the jungle was taken for granted. They really couldn't empathize with them.

Under the conditions in his previous life, Lu Wensheng knew some of the current situations of the people in ancient feudal society. Most of the descriptions he received were from the perspective of the grassroots people. Coupled with the national background, he could empathize with and want to help these poor people.

Most cultivators are different. They protect mortals out of a sense of obligation, such as managing the sect's jurisdiction and maintaining order in the world of cultivation. The roles they take on are never those of the suffering people. They are bystanders and sometimes even perpetrators.

However, Liu Jiqian was different from them. He grew up in a sect, but no one in his education told him about the affairs of mortals, let alone taught him to empathize with mortals. The seemingly fair and just Supreme Elder was a supporter of order, but even so, he would not tell him to sympathize with the weak. In the world of cultivation, it is normal to stay out of things that do not concern you.

The attitude of most monks is the same as that of the disciple who spoke out - what does the life and death of those mortals have to do with me?

Liu Jiqian is one of the few special people, and can be considered a "freak" in the world of cultivation. Just like the world of cultivation that values ​​self-preservation, the ruthless cultivator is different - he is a minority, the one who is extremely clear about what he wants to do.

Maybe some people are born with a heart that can empathize.

Lu Wensheng thought a lot - the reason why a heartthrob is a heartthrob is because his core strength is touching and his brilliance is dazzling. Although it is not ruled out that it is because of his beautiful appearance, the appearance alone will only make him look tacky.

Ultimately it is his personal charm - Liu Jiqian's core is gentle and strong. Compared with other monks who are high and mighty and look down on all living beings, he is more like an immortal in the minds of ordinary people, who is willing to appear and save the world from danger.

The fact that he could say all this meant that he had come into contact with and paid attention to it himself and knew it - he had a sincerity that those high-ranking monks did not have.

Such a person should not be imprisoned by anyone. He should hang high in the sky, spreading the moonlight all over the world.

“But Senior Brother Liu really knows a lot of things!” Perhaps because the topic was a bit heavy and most people couldn’t understand it, some disciples changed the subject.

Tang He: "Senior Brother Liu has been training in the mortal world for a long time, so he naturally knows a lot of things."

Lu Wensheng came back to his senses and looked at his fellow disciples whose faces still looked a little childish. An idea came to his mind - these disciples were still young and not so stubborn in emphasizing class status. Although he could not influence the world of cultivation, through the influence of what he saw and heard, these fellow disciples should be less contemptuous of mortals. Not to mention empathy, at least they should not hurt them arbitrarily.

Moreover, the Wenxian Sect is the leader of several large sects. If the younger generation of disciples changes their mindset, it may indirectly affect the world of cultivation over time - after other cultivators know the attitude of the Wenxian Sect, they will be more cautious and dare not deal with mortals at will.

What is saving the country by taking a roundabout way? This is saving the country by taking a roundabout way - Lu Wensheng felt that he was simply too smart.

The group entered the mortal world and went to the nearest town. Everyone dressed like disciples from aristocratic families who were out for fun. Liu Jiqian's silver hair also changed and turned black.

Ji Yanli went there first and met up with Lu Wen and the others. He was wearing tight shorts, a thin silk belt around his waist, and carrying a sword, looking like a knight.

"There is a conflict between the countries in the mortal world. It is inevitable that there will be demon cultivators taking advantage of the chaos. We should seal them along the way so as not to be exposed. It doesn't matter if we arrive slowly."

The seal was guarded by cultivators, so naturally it was not the turn of these youngsters. They came here saying they were here to check out the seal, but actually they were here to find some demon cultivators and gain some experience.

As the sect leader's first disciple, everyone naturally had no problem with Ji Yanli's words. Their minds were not originally on the seal. It was rare for them to come out, so they always wanted to broaden their horizons before returning.

However, this town was very different from what everyone imagined - the flags, covered with snow crystals and looking very dilapidated, hung limply in the sun, too heavy to sway at all. There were no soldiers guarding the city walls, which looked extremely thick, like a fortress. After being blown away by the wind and snow and attacked by humans, the outer walls were uneven, mottled and dilapidated.

If there weren't wisps of smoke rising from the city, one would have thought it was an abandoned city.

The city gate was also wide open, seemingly without any protection.

When everyone walked in and saw the scene in front of them, they subconsciously held their breath.

There were many people wandering on the streets. They were emaciated and ragged. Their skinny bodies were trembling slightly under their colorless rags. They were in a daze, like the walking dead.

There were many beggars leaning against the wall, even though there was still a layer of snow there - the cold wind blew their weed-like messy hair, half covering their deep-set eyes, and two rays of light shot out from between their foreheads, with a timid light flashing in their eyes.

Their pale and skinny faces were covered in dirt. When they walked onto the road, a pair of bony hands stretched forward, with a broken bowl held in their rough palms.

There were tiny cracks on the pale lips, a faint begging sound came out of the hoarse voice, numbness and helplessness were revealed in the two dull eyes, and deep despair was filled on the gloomy and weathered face.

Some people appreciate the snow, wrapped in a cloak, holding a hand warmer and reciting poems, saying that they love snow but hate snow; some people look forward to snow so that they can sell their charcoal at a higher price and save more food for their families; some people worry about snow, because the snow and the cold weather are very unbearable, and they don't know how many people will be missing at home because of it, and whether their young children and elderly parents can survive... There is nothing more than this in the various aspects of life.

The whiteness of the snow cannot cover up the heartbreaking reality.

Lu Wensheng didn't know why he thought of these things, but he felt upset and his nose was sore.

"These are homeless civilians - now refugees..." Ji Yanli moved his lips and changed his wording.

"There wasn't much surplus food in the winter, so when the imperial court went to war, they were the first to reach out to them, snatching food and men. Those who could afford it fled with their families, and those who made the decision escaped early using connections. They were all afraid of death, and the soldiers didn't even defend the city. Those who could escape fled."