All Heavens Gou Xian

Menzi hurriedly stood up, trembling and told the whole story.

Teng Qihui's second child laughed loudly after hearing this: "Ten qian is lower than the official salt, they are not afraid of paying death!"

Then he turned his head and said to Uncle Zhao: "Brother, don't worry about them, with their way of selling, they will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"No!" Uncle Zhao's eyes were dark, and he murmured, "This Lei Meng, I know, he is the leader of the Xuan'an Gang in Xuan'an County next door, and he is also a salt seller. He has a way."

"The visitor is not good."

"What! They are from Xuan'an County." The eldest brother said angrily: "Isn't the price of salt in Xuan'an County the same as ours a few days ago?! Everyone's well water does not violate the river water, why is he doing business at a loss?"

"Because, people's hearts!"

Uncle Zhao clenched his hands tightly, made a loud noise, and said through gritted teeth: "Even if he sells salt at our current price in the future, the common people will go to him to buy it!"

As soon as this remark came out, the third, fourth, and fifth children all looked confused. Only the second child, who had learned it for a few days, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Brother, we can't go on like this, we need to drive them out of the town and out of our county!" The second child said firmly, "That's right." Uncle Zhao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he yelled, "Let the fellows in the gang who are above the seventh level of Houtian, And the brothers from Houtian Jiuzhong are all over here."

"Let's have a good talk with the bombers from the Xuan'an Gang."

Several hall masters rang out one after another, because Xuan An helped move their cake.

The square was extremely lively, Luo Feng stood on one side and stared silently, followed by his follower Chen Hu, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, not far away, Uncle Zhao brought a group of brothers to kill him.

Chen Hu was surprised and said: "Sir, you are right, they really have to come."

Luo Feng nodded without surprise.

No, Luo Feng figured it out, he is not a god yet, the current situation is due to intelligence.

Five years ago, he learned that Uncle Zhao's backer in Tengqihui was the sheriff. During the five years, he continued to feed the sheriff with profits, and promised to pay more filial piety after winning the town's profits.

Three years ago, he figured out the rules of the Fujiki Club. At this time of year, the five heads of the Fujiki Club would gather to discuss matters.

Not long ago, he found out Uncle Zhao's true strength, a natural master, an enemy of hundreds of people on the battlefield.

After many years of information, Luo Feng dared to act only after nine levels of certainty.

And my own family came to the scene to supervise, to fill in the last layer of loopholes, and anyone who wanted to jump out and make trouble would be pressed into the coffin board.

As a dynamic society dominating the whole county, Fujiki Society is naturally not weak, and to some extent competes with the government.

But to ordinary people, it was still a huge monster. Seeing Uncle Zhao coming, they immediately scattered and fled.

Uncle Zhao didn't care about this.

Because he knows that as long as the enemy in front of him is dealt with, how much wool he wants to squeeze, and how much there is.

"Hmph!" Uncle Zhao sneered, stepped forward and cupped his fists and said, "Master Lei, let's"

Lei Meng laughed loudly, dropped the cup, and suddenly the five hall masters appeared, bringing two hundred elite gang members to kill them.

Do it directly, mentally and unintentionally.

For a while, Fujiki will be at a disadvantage and will be suppressed all the time. If no miracle happens, the disadvantage will become stronger and stronger until he dies.

Luo Feng stood watching from a distance, as stable as an old dog, but Chen Hu, the follower next to him, was a lot nervous.

He is just a small group of people, a little clever, when has he seen such a scene of hundreds of people fighting.

"Sir, do you think we will win?!" Chen Hu stared at the square and said, "I've heard those storytellers say that in our situation, if a master appears or someone plots against you, it will be overturned." "

"Bah, bah, bah, I won't make a comeback, God bless, I, Chen Hu, just said nonsense."

Luo Feng smiled lightly: "You are afraid, why not go up and help."

Chen Hu thought for a while, then nodded viciously, picked up the thing and rushed forward.

Luo Feng looked at the gradually clear situation and nodded in satisfaction.

There is no comeback, any tricks, hole cards, all are risky behaviors with insufficient strength.

The Xuan'an Gang was weaker than Fujiki ten years ago, and twice as strong as Fujiki five years ago.

Today, it is about five times that of the Fujiki Club.

Wouldn't it be beautiful for a good fighter to have no great achievements and enough strength to directly crush him and let his opponent be called grandpa.

Do not take risks, operate safely, is really stable!

Chapter 19 Practice is not as good as a paper seal (1/2)

This is a battle of private salt dealers, and no one can talk about justice.

The only good thing is that the people in the town will have a better life in the future. Maybe they don't need three hundred, only two hundred, and one hundred can buy salt.

Luo Feng was extremely disgusted with this kind of behavior, and made a fuss for a long time, but it was just another exploiter.

However, it is impossible for Luo Feng to oppose Lei Meng, and it is impossible to be a moral gentleman.

Because, in this industrial chain, it is not just the Fujiki Society, the Xuan'an Gang, and the two bottom-level gangs that stand.

Salt and iron is a major national policy, which can swallow up the industry, hide the truth from the immortal dynasty, and deceive the people from the bottom, and the Yamen turn a blind eye.

This is the joint handwriting of powerful families and successive officials from several counties and counties. The Xuan'an Gang and the Tengqi Society are just the hands that pushed to the fore.

For example, in the eyes of Huang Silang, the magistrate of Goose City is just a beggar on his knees, and in the eyes of Liu Dutong, Huang Silang is just an errand runner.

Luo Feng looked through the ten-year history and found that there is no age in this world, and the words "benevolence, righteousness and morality" are written crookedly on every page.

Luo Feng couldn't sleep anyway, and after reading it carefully half the night, he finally saw the words between the words. There were two words written all over the book, "cannibalism!" "

One layer after another, tyrants and gangs oppress the common people, aristocratic families and high-ranking officials exploit the tyrants, as for the emperor, he stands at the top of the exploiting class.

Never believe the words of the Holy Lord Mingjun. The ultimate goal of any emperor's decision-making, how many people he has favored, is to maintain the rule of the empire and the stability of the royal family.

The emperor and the scholar-officials ruled the world together, the emperor and the powerful families ruled the world together, the emperor and the powerful families ruled the world together, the emperor and the princes and nobles ruled the world together, and there has never been an emperor and the common people ruled the world together.

This is a problem with the system. It will not change because of individuals. No one can resist this general trend. Even if the emperor and prime minister want to reform, it is not even considered a reform, but a modification.

In the end, it can only fall into the water, Benimaru is the last, the death of people and the disappearance of politics.

Luo Feng stared at the sky. From his perspective, he saw many shackles. These shackles are called: benevolence, righteousness and morality, some are called: Dragon Qi forbidden law, and some are called: people's hearts are like iron, and official laws are like furnaces. It was hard to breathe.

"However, I have found the lifeline."

Luo Feng smiled lightly, without despair, his heart was full of vitality.

Facing the Xianxiong Dynasty, such a behemoth, his vitality is three words!

Choice!

Ten years of operation here, ten years of planning, ten years of experiments.

Take Fujikikai as the final node, the full stop of the theory, and the end of the experiment.

Luo Feng concluded that there are three laws of choice.

First, ordinary people are not grass and trees, and they also have anger. It cannot happen under oppression because there is no choice. Once someone is willing to accept them as equals and respect their rights and interests, ordinary people will definitely turn to them.

Second, those who choose to accept the people will definitely gain both fame and fortune.Even if he is asked to rise in the future, the people will love him because of his kindness.

Just like Han Gaozu, Tang Taizong, and Ming Taizu.

Although the dragon slaying warrior will eventually turn into a dragon, the time to turn into a dragon is very long, maybe 100 years, 200 years, or even a thousand years.

This period of time is the day when the common people can take a breather and grow stronger.

The third and most important point is that those who promote the right to choose and those who carry out reforms must have the support of huge forces and stable interest groups. The old interest groups are huge, and it is by no means a one-person confrontation. Only groups can fight against each other. Cut the group.Otherwise, there will be no bones left and no place to bury the dead.

"The Lord of Xianxiong, the current Xiongda Emperor, can be called the Holy Lord, and Xianxiong was established not long ago, and the court has not yet corrupted."

"The counties of Xuan'an are located in remote places, so there will be cases of private salt sales."

"At this time, social conflicts have not become unmanageable, and we cannot go outside to realize the right to choose."

"What I want to do now is to practice latently. After 400 years, Emperor Xiong Er will ascend to the throne, and the world will gradually become chaotic."

"I'm using my personal cultivation to buy time for my interest group to grow stronger. In the end, the two merged and overthrew the tyrant in one fell swoop!"

Luo Feng's eyes flickered.

As the saying goes, if scholars rebel, they will fail in three years because they are timid.

Rebelling against Jackie Chan is a matter of life and death, and if you fail, you will die!

And I am even less courageous, spending ten years gathering customs and making plans.

Then wait for 400 years, only to hit one hit!

The Xuan'an gang was far better than the Tengqihui, and the battle was over soon. Luo Feng looked to the northwest.

That's where the Xisha County Yamen is located.

Although the lord Lei Meng has taken care of everything, it is not surprising that bureaucrats are not surprised at all.

A majestic government office sits facing south from the north, and a pair of wooden couplets are embedded on the pillars: "To deceive the people is like bullying the sky, but not to deceive yourself; to betray the king is to betray the country, so how can you bear to bear it." In the middle of the lobby, a large golden plaque with "Main Hall of Jinsha County" is hung .

Under the plaque is the county magistrate's trial warm pavilion. On the front of the pavilion, there is a screen facing the sea, and a gold plaque with the words "mirror hanging high" is hung on it.

The three-foot French table is placed on a high wooden platform in the warm pavilion. On the table are the four treasures of the house and the arrow tube. Behind the table is a Taishi chair. On the left is the arrow holder, and on the right is a black folding fan.There are two bluestones on the left and right in front of Nuan Pavilion, the plaintiff's seat on the left and the defendant's seat on the right.

In today's county yamen, there are no defendants, no plaintiffs, but the county's three giants, the county magistrate, county lieutenant, and county magistrate, gathered together.

The servants came to report that the Xuan'an Gang and the Tengqi Society had already decided the winner.

The county lieutenant sneered: "It's finally over, the Xuan'an Gang made such a big noise, they really regard my Daxiong law as nothing."

"Please order me to bring a group of people for interrogation, and let them know that I am a Daxiong in the world!"

The magistrate of Xisha County smiled indifferently: "Brother An Yuan, don't worry too much. As far as I know, the Xuan'an Gang are law-abiding citizens and a dynamic society. How could they cause trouble? It's just a normal business operation today. It's not surprising, it's not surprising."

"Hahaha"

The county lieutenant turned cold and took a deep look at the county magistrate, then left with fists in his hands.

When the county lieutenant was completely far away, the magistrate of Xisha snorted coldly: "The powerful generation dares to order this county to do things."

Chains of contempt are everywhere, the Daxiong court and royal family despise powerful families, noble families despise noble officials, noble nobles despise family officials, and powerful despise officials As for officials, of course everyone despises them.

The county magistrate is full of confidence, but the county magistrate is a little worried: "Lingjun, what the county lieutenant said makes sense. I am afraid that after the annexation of the Xuan'an gang, the strength of the two counties will expand, and they will become domineering in the future."

The magistrate of Xisha County smiled indifferently: "Brother Zixian thinks too much. It's just a gangster, a gangster, and a ranger. It's not even as good as a sect. How can you fight against the court."

"No matter how strong the strength is, under the suppression of dragon energy, it is just a mortal."

The county magistrate nodded irresistibly.

The dragon spirit of the imperial court is indeed invincible. Back then, the Qingshan faction gathered a crowd to rebel, and the local county guard only sent [-] armored soldiers and a copy of the book.

Publicly read the book, and the luck of a county is born vigorously.

The land of Qingshan was sealed as the mountain god of Qingshan, so the Dharma protector gods enshrined by the Qingshan sect for many years rebelled in an instant.

In addition, he reprimanded the Qingshan faction for not abiding by the laws of the country, and they are really traitors.

The head teacher of the Qingshan School who has practiced for 120 years, a majestic yin god and real person, was also knocked down by the domineering dragon spirit, with weapons added to his body.

The county magistrate was also a seed of Taoism back then, and he couldn't help but feel disheartened after seeing this scene.

Years of practice are not as good as a paper seal, ridiculous, really ridiculous! !

So he turned around and joined the officialdom, hoping to get the imperial seal in his lifetime.

Chapter 20 The Right to Practice (2/2)

As for warriors, not to mention county magistrates, even the county magistrates look down on them.

Together with the warriors, unless they are from a wealthy family, the sons of generals, who were raised from a young age and kept bathing in medicine, can they hope to prove the position of Grand Master.

Otherwise, it's all cannon fodder.

Civilian warriors are full of loopholes in their practice, 100 years behind the imperial court and 200 years behind the army.

A martial artist with nine levels of acquired strength, in the eyes of the people, he is majestic and majestic, the leader of the gang.

The imperial court only needs a team of soldiers, put on armor and go into battle, and they can be beaten to death.