The Dao Chief's eyes were sharp, but he didn't see anything wrong with Zhao Yue.

He is not a true immortal, trapped in the world and some fixed thinking, how could he have thought that such a small doll would have the giant hand to lift Zhao Zhuang to change the world. That glance is just a habitual observation of everything.

This new two-story parlor is huge, and it can accommodate more than 18 people.

Grandma Ning and Zhang sat on either side of a novel small round table. A beautiful and neat big girl stood behind Grandma Ning, serving the tea of the two hostesses from time to time and fanning the old grandmother.

The two hostesses each pressed their swords on the outside, and a young and majestic man looked peaceful, but he stared at the Taoist chief with good eyes. They are slightly ahead of their masters, so they are obviously convenient for blocking and killing the attackers in front of them, and if necessary, they will not hesitate to use their bodies as a meat shield to block hidden weapons such as hidden arrows attacking their masters in time.

It's really well guarded!

The Taoist chief smiled habitually on his face and muttered in his heart.

With his eyesight, how could he not see that the hostess of the Zhao family was guarding against him?

Besides, look at the seat arranged by the maid who is responsible for leading and serving, at least twenty meters away from the master. If you have evil intentions, whether it is a hidden weapon or draw a sword and step forward, the two guards have time to react.

In addition, the Taoist also vaguely felt the killing machine lurking around the living room, and it seemed that there were countless dark arrows and crossbows locking on him, as long as he dared to move, he would immediately become a hedgehog arrow target.

The Taoist chief is confident in his skills, but he still feels a little uncomfortable, but he still looks the same and smiles on his face.

"What is the Immortal Elder Venerable? Where does the fight come from? What advice do you deign to come to? ”

The old lady asked with a smile, with a kind and dignified face. This image made Zhao Yue, who knew the details, want to laugh: He is really old. Whoever underestimates is unlucky.

Three sentences? It's three again! The family seems to have a particular preference for the number three.

Thinking so, the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of weirdness, and he smiled more smoothly and happily.

"Poor Dao is a Huaixi person, there is no one in the layman, the name has been forgotten, the road number?"

sighed and said casually: "The name is just a code name that is convenient for people to call and identify, and the poor road is impatient to bother, so I wanted to use the name of the no-name, but there is a colleague who is more powerful than me has already occupied it, and the poor road has no name." If you insist on having one, just call one casually, well, it's good to call it immeasurable. ”

Measureless? Immeasurable your size.

The people who heard this in this building couldn't help but think like this: the Taoist supreme title is "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable". To call you immeasurable, isn't it to invisibly respect you as supreme heavenly venerable? You are a mortal Taoist priest, but you are really not ashamed. Stinky and shameless, no wonder it's black. You're so dark.

Zhang Yihui looked at the Taoist chief, wanted to laugh, and out of courtesy, he still forced his face to strain.

The old grandmother was old, but she could do whatever she wanted, so she smiled casually, nodded slightly, and praised: "What a free and easy immortal, really not restrained by red dust." ”

"Awards, awards. Shoot the old lady compliment. ”

The Taoist chief was not ashamed at all, shook off the dust, was graceful, smiled happily, and suddenly pointed to the extremely elaborate clothes on his body, and said: "Don't dare to hide from the old lady, the poor Dao claims to be poor, but in fact it has nothing to do with poverty." ”

In the master's puzzled gaze, he smiled and said: "There are too many ill-gotten gains in the world of the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Liao, the Western Xia, the Western Regions, and Nanyue, and there are even more damned people. Although there is no Taoist view in the poor road, he travels all over the world, has no fixed residence, and has no huge wealth, but he is really not bad for money. You can use it if you want. ”

Although these words do not explicitly mention murder and looting, people can clearly think of the picture of him climbing over the wall and intercepting the corpses all over the ground and looting money, which seems to smell a strong smell of blood.

The Taoist chief still smiled and said in a natural tone, as if what he was talking about was not ferocious, but an interesting story about the neighbors.

What kind of fierce guy is this?

Still a monk?

Bah!

The butcher wasn't so cruel either.

Wonderful, what do you mean by being here?

Could it be that he saw that I Zhao Zhuang was rich and wanted to extort? Or did he secretly collude with the Cui family, came to explore the way, and even planned to kidnap and assassinate Yongyong?

The two hostesses smiled stiffly. The two guards looked tight, their eyes were fierce, they were eyeing each other, and they held their knives tighter. There was a tense atmosphere in the living room.

But the Taoist chief was still smiling, and he didn't forget to drink tea deliciously.

Zhao Yue suddenly got up and shouted, "Mother, I want to pee." ”

Zhang Yihui was stunned for a moment, looked at her little son, then got up and helped her young son out of bed, led her little hand to the room on the side of the living room, and came back after a while to put her young son on the bed. At this time, the face had returned to normal.

At this time, the old grandmother also woke up: the Taoist chief should not be secretly threatening when he said this, on the contrary, he was expressing goodwill, winning trust, or at least trying to lower my vigilance.

You see, I took the initiative to admit that I was not a "good person" and took the initiative to hand over the handle to you, and you took the initiative to treat me as a strong enemy. That's what people mean.

"This tea is from the south, it is said that it is not easy to come by, and the immortal chief may wish to taste more." The old lady smiled and waved her hand, meaning that you haven't said the purpose of your coming, you continue.

The Taoist chief thanked him, took a sip of tea, still smiled, and opened his mouth to say that he didn't dare to hide it from the old lady.

It's better to keep your strange deeds from me.

The old grandmother is tireless in learning and uses her little grandson's fresh words very skillfully. She muttered in her heart, but she didn't mean to stop it.

"Although the poor road is a monk, the heart is difficult to leave the red dust, it is rare to get the road, everything that hates the Great Song Dynasty in his life is linked to politics, and anything can rise to a political event. I hate the power standard of the big country and the scourge of Confucianism. Its harm is difficult to eliminate, and the legacy will last for a long time! If all the people in this land want to live a fair and happy life, they are afraid that it will be difficult for another thousand years! ”

The Taoist said hate, but still laughed. As if laughter is a fixed program, long on the face.

The two hostesses looked a little dazed and couldn't quite understand. Zhao Yue, who was pretending to be asleep, was suddenly shocked in his heart, and suddenly remembered many things.

There are some strange traits in the Chinese.

For example, for trivial things such as a sentence, a word, or a little benefit, neighbors may turn their faces, relatives and friends turn against each other, and even do not hesitate to gather helpers to fight, white knives go in and red knives go out, and people die. It's person-to-person.

Corresponding to this:

For example, if you go to the supermarket and buy cheap and favorite eggs, the price is seven yuan nine, but the one who weighs it is counted as eighteen yuan nine. The customer noticed it, and asked, and the person forgot to change the price card at random, what should I do. If customers are dissatisfied and questioned, they will be ridiculed for not knowing the current affairs and being careful. Isn't it just ten dollars or twenty dollars? Are you staring, are you poor, or do you want to make trouble and have a bad brain?

Bystanders will also blatantly ridicule them with their faces, or with their own good feelings. It seems that the fault is on the customer. The supermarket is not responsible. Everything is so natural.

The customer enters the supermarket and selects the goods according to the price, which has reached a contract.

The price is wrong, it's not a matter of how much money you have, and it's not that the clerk or even the manager forgot to change it. Changing the price to collect money is a breach of contract. It has nothing to do with the cause.

But the usual truth is that the supermarket wins. The customer is embarrassed, shrinks, at most angry and doesn't want eggs, and will not pursue the supermarket's fraud and breach of contract.

Because the genetics in the bones remind that society does not support individual rights and interests, and individuals cannot fight the collective. No matter how reasonable it is.

What if the authorities are here?

In the name of mediation, I watched the customer being bullied by the store for a long time, and finally saw enough, even if the supermarket was ordered to sell to the customer at the marked price, most of them would disagree, and even despise the individual dare to do more? Poor acid.

For example, a telecommunications company sends a text message to a user's non-internet smartphone to indicate whether you want to receive it or not. The user picks it up at hand. Hey, a dozen pieces of network traffic fees have actually appeared.

How many users are there in the country? How much money does this hand have to generate!

Users are scolded for not prompting the charges, but at most they learn a lesson and will not pursue this ingenious fraud. Pursue it, and most of the people who have been deceived will not support it. Telcos are not going to protest these protests. You bite me? If you have the ability, don't use your phone. Nor will the courts necessarily support the prosecution.

Another example: the little devil's car company often has problems with quality, and the world recruits back products, but even a few users in weak countries have been notified, but the majority of consumers in China, a big country, have been absent. People dare to make your money while ignoring you and stepping on you.

After thousands of years of research, they have thoroughly studied the genetic weaknesses of the Chinese, from the government to the individual, and have made use of them smoothly.

The concept formed by the long-term feudal education of corrupt power and Confucianism is that the individual people can be sacrificed at will. Submissiveness has become a national characteristic that is deeply rooted in the bones, and individuals dare not fight for everything that involves the collective (group). There is a lack of support, from power to society. fight, even if you win by luck, you actually lose a lot of money. A plate of loose sand was formed.

China is a giant of vanity and weakness where the mentality of the poor and the weak converge. The failure of the invasion was not the so-called victory of good over evil. It's that the country is too small and has no resources. That's what the little devil thinks.

If only good would prevail over evil. Then how is it that Africa, the birthplace of mankind, is always unlucky and unlucky, and even more unlucky, from ancient times to the present, evil always triumphs over justice?