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Wang Fang didn't get angry, and he didn't care about getting angry. Suddenly he realized that there was something wrong with his idea.

Turning around, ignoring Yang Rong's eyes watching the show, Wang walked towards the pond and ditch. This was not only the place where the fourth brother cried, but also the place where he meditated.

The quiet moonlight shrouded the earth, and the trees in the mountains and forests rustled. A normal seven-year-old boy would never come here at night, but he came because he had no regrets.

Sitting cross-legged by the river ditch, there was no fishing rod in his hand, just looking at the river, quietly in a daze.

His ideal has always been to become a big landowner who is respected by others, but he has always ignored a problem. Big landowners need a price, and being respected by others also needs a price.

And a turtle with no attack ability is unlikely to gain the respect of others anyway, because no one needs to care about its meaning.

How can everything in this world go as planned? If you don't have enough minions to protect you, then you don't need others to bully you, just your own family can carve up everything.

How can one bring peace to the world if one family is not equal, and how can one clean up the world if one house is not cleaned up? These cannot be achieved with good intentions alone.

A good person will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others. The famous saying passed down from ancient times has its own truth. A kind person cannot have enough wealth, nor can he protect enough wealth.

Even Buddhism, which has been passed down for thousands of years, teaches people to reduce their desires, but their desires are so deep.

They want to eat delicious food, want to wear nice clothes, want to live in a big house, want to have acres of land that stretch into the sky at a glance, and even want to reach the point where they can determine the universe with a single word and control the reincarnation of everything in the world.

The greater the desire, the greater the sins one has to suffer and the greater the price one has to pay. And when he came to such an era, did he really just want to hide in the mountains and die alone?

Absolutely impossible, at least in an era heavily influenced by information technology, he can deeply understand that laziness is the original sin, lack of desire is the original sin, and being content with the status quo is the original sin.

The top truth in this world is very simple. Starting from the birth of the first living being in this world, all living beings must be responsible for their actions and need to constantly fight for their lives.

Fighting, the essence of life lies in progress, the essence of society lies in progress. For tens of thousands of years, all of my ancestors, all living creatures from ancient times to the present, have been working hard towards the goal of progress. Why should I stand still and settle down? In life and death.

As for the so-called reduction of desires, it is nothing more than a cancer that hinders social development. In the eyes of senior executives who are eager to control power forever, such cancer is exactly what they need most, a sharp weapon to control the world.

And did he really intend to waste his life? Certainly not. As early as the first time he came to this world, he realized his mission to change his own destiny, change the destiny of this society, and avoid the heartache of future generations of China. The tragedy happened again.

As a Chinese, with the blood of Chinese people flowing, everyone must be responsible for his own blood.

No matter what other people think, at least in the bottom of Wang Fang's heart, he doesn't want to see the tragedy happen in future generations, let alone see those alien races arrogantly descending on the land of China.

The splendid culture for thousands of years, the civilization that has always stood at the top of the world, is about to face its most tragic catastrophe. As a descendant of this civilization, can we watch it fall into the abyss?

Absolutely impossible. A huge amount of anger emanated from his body, and suddenly an unbelievable idea appeared in his mind.

Shaking his head, he expelled this seemingly supreme thought from his mind. He was here to be reborn, not to be destroyed. If he wanted to ascend to that supreme position, he was destined to pay a heavy price.

But now, the real catastrophe has not yet come, and he still has enough means to welcome its arrival and even change its fate.

What's more, that position does not represent a life of goodwill. When his family members need to kneel down to him, Wang Fang doesn't think that life is so beautiful.

On the other hand, to think about the problem from another angle, the real person in power in this world does not necessarily have to be in that position. There are too many ways to make the person in that position, who is known as the supreme, become his own puppet. .

What is on the surface is always the target of others' attention. Only what is hidden under the water can cultivate the real monstrous predators.

I look forward to the feeling of being in control of everything. At that time, I should also be able to go shopping on the streets, play chess in teahouses, and enjoy life just like an ordinary person but like a giant.

The goal is a bit lofty, even more difficult than reaching that position, but it is not out of reach. For a modern person with five hundred years of knowledge of future generations, if it cannot be achieved, it will be a shame for the five extra years of ancestors. A century-old heritage.

His thoughts were clear and his mood was stable. Just when Wang Fang was about to go home and work hard, he suddenly saw a figure hurriedly flashing through the mountains and forests.

Dressed in the attire of an old farmer, without any sense of immortality, Taoist Priest Ziji of Zixiao Palace, who once presided over the soul-calling ceremony for Wang Fang, hurriedly passed by.

"Hey, you little kid, why don't you go home in the middle of the night? Go home quickly, don't worry your family."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Priest Ziji was about to leave, and Wang Fang subconsciously shouted: "Taoist Priest Ziji."

The local dialect always sounds like a chicken breeder. Wang Fang, who had experienced soul-calling rituals before, could hardly imagine that the person who presided over the ceremony for him was actually a chicken Taoist priest.

But at the moment, Taoist priest Xiaoji obviously didn't recognize him, but he left in a hurry.

After waiting for a while, Wang Fang finally understood the reason. On the side road, more than ten torches were shuttled through the mountains and forests. Dozens of farmers shouted angrily: "Where is that damn liar? Find him quickly. Don't do it." Let this harmful thing go."

Touching his nose, he vaguely understood that the Taoist Priest's spell had been exposed. Wang Fang had always been interested in such helpful things.

He pointed in the direction of the Taoist priest and said to the searching villagers: "Where is he? He just left not long ago."

The villagers suddenly realized, and at the same time, a roar came from the other end of the mountains and fields: "Boy, just wait for me, one day the old Taoist will settle the karma with you."

The Taoist priest ran away, and Wang Fang didn't want to stay any longer. He got up and walked toward his home. What he never noticed was that a trembling but unwavering figure was following behind him.

"This kid will crawl into the ravine when he's angry, and he's not afraid of problems."

Yang Rong patted her small chest, frightened, but proudly said: "Fortunately, I followed him, otherwise something would have happened."

The first time he returned home, Wang Fangke anxiously stuffed the hen into the cage, regardless of whether he had figured it out or not, planning to buy it early tomorrow morning.

This is my own chicken. I must not let them eat the chicken that I have worked hard to raise for more than half a year.

I packed up the chicken coop with tears in my eyes. This was a big basket of scrambled eggs with leeks. We must not let them spoil it. See more Weixin official account: hhxs665