Jiang Fuqing had indeed heard of this kind of token, he was the eldest son of a noble family, he was greedy for force when he was young, but he also knew about the big events in the old city, the city lord of that generation proclaimed himself the "holy lord", and the people secretly called him "mediocre". Very few people can be synonymous with words, because these spokespeople are in the extreme category. During his reign, he can be said to have drained all the people and slaughtered his own city. The story of Black Order is deeper and less known, and people only know him as a mediocre "tombstone".

After the birth of the black order, it was the decline of the mediocre dynasty, and the evil beast also descended into the world, as the so-called thing must be opposed, or not, the people rebelled, and finally overthrew him. He was assassinated on this throne, and it was the place where Jiang Fuqing was sitting, and more than a dozen swords stabbed into his body, like a hedgehog, the blade of the sword was exposed behind the seat. During the thirteen years of his reign, he aroused the dissatisfaction of countless people.

After listening to the story told by Jiang Fuqing, Jiu Wentian sighed and said: "The king is the boat, the people are the water, the water can carry the boat, and it can also overturn the boat." ”

Jiang Fuqing laughed, stood up, moved slightly, and said with a smile: "What a genius, Wang Zhou Minshui, also carried and covered, it is really amazing." But what should be focused on now is what they want. ”

The crying outside the door became louder and louder, and at this time, Jiang Qiufang pushed open the door and ran in, behind him was a group of people in white, Jiang Qiufang cried: "Dad, Dad!"

Jiang Fuqing was relieved and said with a smile: "Hey, my good daughter, Dad is here." ”

Jiang Qiufang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this to be the case, he stopped crying immediately, laughed with tears on his face, and quickly ran over, hugging Jiang Fuqing's calf and giggling. Jiang Fuqing picked her up with a pampered face, and pricked her with his beard, Jiang Qiufang screamed in pain, but he was still happy.

Jiang Fuqing glanced at Jiu Wentian and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Jiu Wentian's heart warmed, smiled, walked out, and explained to the bewildered people outside the door: "The city lord is fine." ”

The doctor in a white coat and a white hat first had doubts, looked disbelieving, and said loudly: "How is it possible?! Then, that's ......."

"Doctor, the lord of the city called you. Jiu Wentian interrupted the doctor's words, and then saw the doctor rushing in, which was even more excited than Jiang Qiufang.

Jiu Wentian returned to the academy, put his hand on the table, and recalled everything just now, as if it was a dream. Jianghu is a fairy tale in the hearts of countless adults, where you can be happy to take revenge and do what you want to do, is the unrestrained world really worth yearning for? No, Jiu Wentian believes that most people yearn for the world where they are like gods, and no one yearns for the world where they are ants.

If Jiu Wentian didn't learn the power of speech yesterday, and there is no way to solve the order today, then Jiu Wentian at this time is another state of mind. Death is a kind of normality, all we have to do is accept death, of course, the normality is not our own death, but the people around us.

When Jiuwentian was in his last life, his grandfather died when he was thirteen years old, that was the person who loved him the most and he loved the most, grandpa lay there coldly, and would never stand up again, at that moment Jiuwentian knew, he didn't feel anything when he was dead before, just because that person had nothing to do with him. In the same way, in that world, what you need is intelligence to make your life better.

In this world, you need not only intelligence, but also force to protect yourself and the people around you.

Jiu Wentian has been looking for the history of the old city all day, but the history books in the study are limited, and the content has been selected, and there are even fewer stories about mediocrity, and there are traces of tearing in those books.

After eating lunch, Jiu Wentian directly took out a history book about the ancient city from Bai Yu, which contained almost all the things on it, and everything that was mediocre should also be in it. Jiuwentian turned to a mediocre place of three hundred years and read it carefully.

Yong, whose real name is Jiang Cheng, is the third son of the Jiang family, the eldest brother Jiang Xiong, and the second brother Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Cheng was born in the family of the city lord, so the city lord has always been taken over by the surname Jiang, and the city lord at that time was Jiang Wenguang, a good monarch who was loved by the people. At that time, the people lived a prosperous life and lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the old city was also famous for its wealth on the continent at that time. Jiang Wenguang opened trade routes, enriched everyone's lives, and made long trips, won the trust of several cities, and was also one of the few in terms of troops.

It can be said that the ancient city at that time was one of the best in the entire Mingzhou, it was such a rich city, and the animals were also guarded in the Hundred Beast Forest, and nothing could threaten the city. At that time, in the old city, the people were most talked about about the deeds of the city lord Jiang Wenguang, Jiang Wenguang recovered the lost land, taught the people to farm, killed the crazy beasts, and led the soldiers to go out to suppress the rebellion in other cities to win the respect of the local people......

Jiang Wenguang reaped honor and prestige at that time, and the people themselves paid for the construction of a statue for him, which was the action of him when he slew the beast, riding a fierce lion under his feet, dragging the fur on its neck with his left hand, and holding a sharp sword in his right hand as a stabbing posture. It symbolizes Jiang Wenguang's majesty and bravery, conquering the king of beasts.

In the thirty-fourth year of Wenguang, Jiang Wenguang's condition worsened, and all the doctors on the Mingzhou continent treated him, but they could not treat him. But there was a doctor who had come all the way to gamble and save the honorary lord of the city.

The doctor only looked at it and said, "This is not a disease, it is a poison." ”

As soon as the words were spoken, the city suddenly burst into flames, and all the doctors scolded this man for his ignorance, and if it was poisonous, how could it last for two years? And who would poison the city lord?

The doctor said indifferently: "This is also thanks to the strong physique of the city lord, and the force of the whole body seals the affected area, as long as this poison is sealed by force and does not spread, it is a minor disease, but the force required is not acceptable to ordinary people." The lord of the castle has a lot of strength, and the affected area is very small, so he has survived until now. This is also the reason why the city lord is emaciated, most of his daily food is used here, and his own nutrition can't keep up, so he will naturally lose weight, and the more emaciated, the less force, and one day he will fall. ”

One of the doctors asked, "Is there anything you can do?"

"No," the doctor sighed, "this poison is a regency, an ancient poison that has no cure and no one to cure. Listen to me, and cut off the life of the city lord as soon as possible, otherwise you will not see a complete person. ”