Chapter 340 Weirdos

Further north of Yongzhou is the endless desert and grassland.

Even in such deserts and grasslands, Xin Jianghu has built roads. Although they are all dirt roads, they are also real warriors who have crushed them all the way.

Real warriors build roads quickly!

Of course, all this is a different view in Lan Feixue's eyes.

Those real warriors should be won over and regarded as the cornerstone of rule, and then a dynasty is established with them as the foundation.

These warriors are the people, the literati!

What punishment does not apply to literati, what the emperor is light and the people are noble, all of them are corrected.

When he becomes emperor, he will gather power, centralize power, and begin to weaken them.

Kill all the disobedient ones, and train the obedient ones like dogs!

Isn't the purpose of life to be happy and free!

Only with such power in hand can life be worthwhile!

Thinking about this, Lan Feixue planned to settle down in a small town next to the grassland, and then he would be a fellow Taoist (cannon fodder) who would develop the Heavenly Dao.

He knew that these places were mostly the remnants of the old Jianghu. The decent people had already fled to Kyushu, so who would stay here!

At the same time, he also observed that the small towns on the grassland were sparsely populated, with only dozens of people in a town, which was almost the same as a village.

When they came to the town to buy things, many people were herders who were grazing nearby. They came to the town just to buy necessities such as salt and tea.

They were not familiar with each other.

As long as they killed a herder, they could pretend to be his relative and live here.

After all, who would doubt a teenager of sixteen or seventeen?

The target chosen by Lan Feixue was a dull fat man.

He looked about thirty or forty years old, with a dull face and the same expression when looking at everyone.

Especially with one eye blind and one foot seemed to be ineffective, he walked with a limp, looking like a weirdo.

Such a weirdo in a small town not only attracted people's attention, but was also easily forgotten.

No one would care if they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

So Lan Feixue secretly went around and came to the camp where the weirdo was grazing, pretending to be a passerby.

"Hero, I'm passing by here, please give me a bowl of water." Lan Feixue came to the fat man's yurt camp and said.

The fat man was wearing woolen clothes and was forking grass. It was snowing, and cattle and sheep could only eat hay.

His clothes were covered with wool balls, and they looked dirty. He looked at Lan Feixue with a dull expression, looked at Lan Feixue, and didn't say anything.

? ? ?

Lan Feixue was puzzled. Wasn't this man a fool?

"Hero, I'm passing by here, please give me a bowl of water." Lan Feixue repeated.

The fat man seemed to understand what Lan Feixue said at this time, and pointed to the distance with his finger.

There was a river in the distance.

Go over there to drink water.

Lan Feixue understood what the fat man meant in seconds.

This is really despised!

Lan Feixue was unhappy.

"It's freezing cold, I want to drink some hot water! Please help me, hero!" Lan Feixue said, suppressing his dissatisfaction and taking two steps forward.

He wanted to get close to the fat man and then kill him with one blow.

The one-eyed fat man continued to stare at Lan Feixue, making Lan Feixue feel like a thorn in his back.

Lan Feixue stopped.

This fat man is actually a martial arts master?

Lan Feixue was surprised and happy.

A martial arts master, living in seclusion here, willing to be a herdsman, doesn't that mean that this person also has a story?

People with stories are generally dissatisfied with the new Jianghu.

"I have no ill intentions, I wonder if you have ever heard of the way of heaven?" Lan Feixue said.

The fat man looked at him and didn't say anything.

So Lan Feixue talked about the natural selection again, and then looked at the fat man with expectation.

This was his carefully designed rhetoric against the people of the old Jianghu.

Generally, people from the old Jianghu have a lot of dissatisfaction with the new Jianghu, but they are just dissatisfied in their hearts, without any ideas or thoughts.

Lan Feixue's words are equivalent to packaging their greed and selfishness as justice and rationality for them.

It just hits their hearts.

Therefore, people from the old Jianghu will react more or less after hearing this set of words.

Of course, there are exceptions.

The exception is the fat man in front of him.

After he heard it, neither the people from the new Jianghu jumped up and down and sprayed Lan Feixue. There was no one like the people from the old Jianghu, clapping and praising.

Still staring at Lan Feixue in a daze.

This made Lan Feixue confused.

What's going on? He can't really be a fool, right?

Lan Feixue took a step forward, and the fat man didn't move, but still looked at him.

Lan Feixue continued to move forward, and the fat man still didn't move, still looking at him.

Step by step, step by step, Lan Feixue walked in front of the fat man.

The fat man still didn't move, just looked at him.

"You're not really a fool, are you?" Lan Feixue waved his hand in front of the fat man.

The fat man looked at him motionlessly.

Lan Feixue patted the fat man's face and said, "Fool?"

The fat man didn't respond.

The older you get, the less courageous you become. I was so defensive against a fool!

Lan Feixue sighed at himself, then put his hand on the fat man's shoulder and began to absorb the fat man's true energy.

According to his deduction, "Beiming Divine Art" can absorb the true energy of warriors who are higher than him.

But the martial arts in this world are too idealistic, and the true qi often carries the will of others. If you rashly absorb the true qi of a warrior who is higher than you, you will suffer from indigestion at best, and go crazy at worst.

Therefore, in his hands, the "Northern Divine Art" can only absorb the true qi of warriors of the same level. In the hands of other people in the Free Heavenly Dao, they can only absorb the true qi of warriors with lower cultivation than them.

But as soon as he put his hand on the fat man's shoulder and activated the "Northern Divine Art", Lan Feixue felt the true qi in the fat man's body like a mountain.

That was the powerful true qi that surpassed the Zhoutian warriors!

It's bad!

This fat man is a real warrior!

Under the temptation of the "Northern Divine Art", the fat man's true qi rushed towards him like a tsunami! Once he was hit, he would be skinned if he didn't die!

Lan Feixue was about to let go and stop the "Northern Divine Art". At this time, he saw a bright light passing in front of him.

The bright light was like a glowing line, easily cutting him into several halves.

That is "Ten Everythings", "Ten Everythings" that only one person in the world can do.

"Ten Everythings" can cut everything, but can't cut the past, can't cut the feelings!

Everything in the past, like a big cocoon, has trapped him, leaving him no choice but to escape.

Lan Feixue widened his eyes, he didn't expect that his road to the martial arts world would be ruined by a fool.

I can't die!

I want to be the emperor of the martial arts world!

I want to be free and easy, and become a superior person!

He shouted in his heart.

Oh, at this moment, his detached head is dozens of centimeters away from his broken body.

He has no heart!

The book is almost finished, this is the last volume, I guess you have all guessed it. (I have been sick these days, and I am in a bad state.)