Chapter 286: Mountains and Fate

Sima Qiudao was so determined and flexible that Shi Feizhe was speechless.

He probably understood Sima Qiudao, just like doing something for a lifetime, and suddenly someone told you that it was wrong.

The first reaction was that it was impossible, and the second reaction was that he didn't believe it.

Even if it was wrong, he still had to try it!

Otherwise, he was unwilling to give up.

After a few more casual words, Shi Feizhe said goodbye and left Dengtiandao.

He would come again in a few days, when September 9th was approaching.

Now, he went to Liangzhou to take a look.

Liangzhou is located in the west of Jiuzhou. It can be said that the southwest of the entire Jiuzhou is Liangzhou.

Liangzhou has a complex terrain, with mountains connected to mountains, and mountains connected to mountains, as if the world is in the mountains.

In his previous life, Shi Feizhe had been to Yunnan and Guizhou and talked with local friends.

The people there had never been to other places in their lives, and they couldn't imagine what the endless plains were like, and they couldn't imagine what the world without mountains was like.

Mountains have become a part of their lives.

In the martial arts world, mountains block information and communication between ordinary people, making them spend their whole lives in the mountains.

The cities in the mountains are like eternal existences on the earth.

The city lords in the mountain cities are the unchanging rulers of all generations.

When Shi Feizhe was strolling in Liangzhou Liangcheng, he stopped several people from being blackmailed by two ruffians.

Those people were carrying some baskets, bamboo mats and the like, and they seemed to be bamboo craftsmen.

There were three of them, with an older one leading the way, followed by two young men.

Compared with them, the two ruffians were thin, short, and dark, and had no martial arts skills. They were the lowest level gangsters in the martial arts world.

In terms of force alone, the three bamboo craftsmen should not be afraid of the two ruffians.

But the old bamboo craftsman bowed his head and begged for mercy, but was still beaten and kicked by the two ruffians. The two people behind the old bamboo craftsman dared not be angry or say anything, like shrinking quails.

The two ruffians were going to extort some money for drinking, but were stopped by Shi Feizhe.

Seeing Shi Feizhe's neat clothes and extraordinary demeanor, they knew that he was someone who could not be provoked in the martial arts world. They did not dare to say harsh words to Shi Feizhe, but just looked at the three bamboo craftsmen fiercely.

That means, you wait.

"Thank you, Master Wuzhe!" The old bamboo craftsman looked fifty or sixty years old. After seeing Shi Feizhe's move, his face became more bitter, but he still nodded and said.

Shi Feizhe looked into his eyes and said, "I am not a master, I am just a passerby. You don't seem to like me to take action?"

The old bamboo craftsman originally wanted to say that he dared not, but looking at Shi Feizhe's eyes, he couldn't help but say, "That's right. Master can just leave, we still have to make a living in Liangcheng."

After he finished speaking, he was shocked in his heart. He didn't know what was going on, and suddenly said what was in his heart.

Can you say what's in your heart?

Wouldn't that offend people?

"I don't know how I told the truth, Master, don't be angry!" The old bamboo craftsman bowed his head again.

Hearing that the old bamboo craftsman was wrong, the two young men behind him showed fear.

Saying the wrong thing can lead to serious consequences, they have seen it before.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not a petty person." Shi Feizhe continued: "You three should not be afraid of the two of them!"

"Master, you are wrong." The old bamboo craftsman said: "Of course the three of us are afraid of them."

"They are all ruffians with backers, and they are worthless. We have old people and children to take care of, so of course we are afraid of them."

"They just extort some wine money, just give it to them. But if the master does this, next time we meet them, we don't know how they will make things difficult for us."

"Then it won't be a little wine money that can be sent away." The old bamboo craftsman said honestly.

"No. In a few days, people from Jingzhou will come. They are different, they will stand up for you." Shi Feizhe naturally knew what the old bamboo craftsman meant.

For most people who are honest, being bullied and accepting it is the way to suffer the least harm.

"So what if they come? I've heard about Jingzhou, but I just think it's a lie." The old bamboo craftsman continued to speak out his true feelings.

On the one hand, he was being watched by Shi Feizhe's "eyes of truth", and on the other hand, he really had something to say in his heart for a long time, and no one listened.

"Those rumors about Jingzhou, such as dividing the land and overthrowing the city lord. I think they are all false."

"I have been to Bacheng, Shucheng, and Pingcheng. Although they are in different places, we are all the same."

Bacheng, Shucheng, and Pingcheng are all cities in Liangzhou.

"No matter where you go, you are bullied. No matter where you go, you are blackmailed."

"No matter where you go, you can't resist. If you resist, the end will be even worse, and losing arms and hands is the least. Some people just disappear while walking."

"We can only accept it. This is the fate of us poor people, and we can't disobey."

"You see, some people are born into rich and powerful families, warriors. We are born among poor people, and we will be bullied for the rest of our lives."

"This is fate!" The old bamboo craftsman said so much in one breath, and expressed all the depression in his heart.

He just felt refreshed.

"Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about!" One of the two young men behind him pulled the old bamboo craftsman and said.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm telling the truth. Master, I'm telling the truth." The old bamboo craftsman looked into Shi Feizhe's eyes and said.

In the past few decades, he has never spoken his heart out like today.

In the Jianghu, where can a humble bamboo craftsman speak out his true feelings? Where can a bamboo craftsman have the right to speak?

"You are right, very good." Shi Feizhe said with a smile: "I will treat you to a meal! It is said that the mutton noodles in Liangcheng are good."

Mutton noodles are a specialty of Liangcheng and are very famous.

When the two young men heard Shi Feizhe talking about mutton noodles, their eyes lit up. The old bamboo craftsman said: "Will that trouble the master?"

"No trouble, I just want to eat it too." Shi Feizhe said.

Several people came to a mutton noodle stall, and the old bamboo craftsman asked for a few bowls of mutton offal noodles. Mutton offal noodles are much cheaper than mutton noodles.

After eating, the old bamboo craftsman took the initiative to pay, but was told that Shi Feizhe had already paid.

Shi Feizhe bought a few more baskets from them and said to them: "You can go back. Come back in half a month, Liangcheng will be different by then."

"Really?" The old bamboo craftsman had never seen a person like Shi Feizhe, and he was a little skeptical.

"I promise! Liangcheng will definitely be different from before. Also, don't believe in fate. Because fate can be changed!" Shi Feizhe said to the old bamboo craftsman.

The old bamboo craftsman told the truth and said, "I don't believe it."

Shi Feizhe naturally knew that it was easy to kill and behead someone, but it was very difficult to change a person's mind.