"Calamity? From the moment man was born, the gods sent calamities, and the nobles wore warm clothes, drank sweet wine, and enjoyed all the good things in the world, and they were as noble as the gods of heaven.

And what kind of life did the slaves and commoners live, the humble as mustard, why should such a god worship him, if he created us, it is to make us suffer, this god is an evil god, an evil god. ”

The pestle did not cut and said: "Respect and humility, there is a fixed number, some people are born noble, and some people are born lowly, this is the common sense between heaven and earth, is the leader of Qi still the same as those lowly people now, what you said, have you ever thought about your own identity." ”

Yang Hao smiled and said: "You are right, I am now well fed and clothed, living in a gorgeous palace, and enjoying what originally belonged to you, but I am different from you, under my rule, everyone is a human being, not a tool that can speak."

I gave them freedom, gave them dignity, gave them hope to live, this time is not absolutely fair, I am just a person, not a god, I can't be so great, what I can do is to do my best, while eating meat myself, I will leave a soup for them to drink, unlike those rulers who are high, who want to skin and bone, and will not leave a single residue.

”

Yang Hao's remarks shocked the pestle again.

Tremblingly raised his hand, pointed at Yang Hao and said tremblingly: "You're crazy, you're crazy." ”

Yang Hao said: "It's not that I'm crazy, it's that this world is crazy, I just want to make this world normal."

What I respect is not your status as a sacrificer, but your knowledge, the knowledge that can bring happiness to the world.

”

Pestle frowned and said, "Knowledge? What is it? ”

"Knowledge of you is your wisdom, your understanding of the heavens and the earth, your knowledge of herbs and witchcraft."

After Yang Hao finished speaking, the pestle was suddenly startled.

"Impossible, these can only be mastered by sacrifices, how to teach others casually."

Yang Hao smiled: "Why not, what's the use of you bringing these things into the grave, Priest of the Pestle, don't you want people to live a good life?" If you still have a little conscience, please put aside your prejudices and benefit the world. ”

The corners of the mortar twitched, and the inner contradiction was abnormal.

Seeing that the old man bowed his head and was silent, Yang Hao continued: "I know that you may be hating me for destroying your country and killing your people, and I don't expect you to let go of your prejudices, but the merits and demerits are all commented on by future generations.

Pestle and mortar sacrifice, please go to a place with me.

”

"Where to go?"

The old man asked a little dazedly.

Yang Hao said in a deep voice: "Just go for a walk!" ”

As he spoke, he called the guards who were guarding in the distance.

"Help the priest into the chariot, and don't hurt yourself!

Please, please!

”

The old man and Yang Hao rode in a carriage together, and under the driver's drive, the carriage passed through Suzaku Street and alleys.

For the first time since the collapse of the tribe, Pestle and Mortar have left the place where they live, looking at the familiar streets, but now they have a sense of what is more than just people.

The streets are no longer noisy, there are no numb slaves, and even the walking roads are much cleaner.

The snow was swept into small snowdrifts, and occasionally yellow-faced and skinny children could be seen chasing and fighting around the snow-covered humanoids.

The city was a little empty, and there was no one passing by on the streets for a long time, only the faint sight of soldiers patrolling the city.

The changes in the Three Clouds City made the pestle and mortar very unfamiliar.

"Dare to ask the leader of Qi, where are all the people in this city, why do you only see children playing here, can't you kill everyone?"

The pestle said coldly.

Yang Hao smiled: "Priests, don't worry, you can see them in a while." ”

Pestle frowned, he didn't know what medicine Yang Hao bought in the gourd, looked around, sighed, and could only let Yang Hao slowly drive out of the city.

Out of the city gate, Pestle looked back at the "majestic" city behind him, and suddenly frowned.

Although the banner fluttering in the wind on the head of the city attracted his attention, it was the plaque above the city gate that shocked him the most.

Although he had never seen those two vigorous and powerful patterns, he was sure that they were a kind of writing.

And this kind of writing looks so beautiful and mysterious.

Seeing this, Yang Hao said: "That's a plaque, it is written with the word Chang'an, Sanyu will not be there in the future, there is only Chang'an City here." ”

"You know words!"

The pestle looked at Yang Hao as if he had seen a ghost.

"You know, I came up with this kind of writing myself, I think it's beautiful, although it's not as legible as any of your priests, but it can barely be used."

Yang Hao smiled and said, he had no burden in his heart for once again shamelessly putting the things of the future on his head.

"How is that possible! How can it be! ”

When he heard this, he was like being struck by lightning.

"Nothing is impossible, in this world, there is only the unthinkable, there is nothing that cannot be done, you priests also use the ancestors to create, since they can, why can't I."

Yang Hao pretended to be a big one, and his heart was secretly refreshed.

"Pretending to be forced in front of someone with a little knowledge, it feels like it's fucking different."

Pestle didn't know the pride in Yang Hao's heart now, but he just looked back at the plaque on the city gate, looked at the two vigorous and powerful big characters, and thought about it.

As he moved away from the city, Kijiu withdrew his gaze, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Stop here!"

Yang Hao stopped the coachman.

The mortar opened his eyes and said, "Where is this?" ”

"Priest, look over there!"

Yang Hao pointed not far ahead.

Pestle squinted his eyes and looked over there, and could vaguely see a person kneeling there in front of him, and he was a little puzzled, wondering why this person was kneeling in the field in such weather.

He looked at Yang Hao and asked, "Leader Qi, this is... ”

Yang Hao said: "This is Wu Ding's younger brother view!" ”

Hearing this, Pestle Scoop's face changed violently, and he looked at the kneeling figure again.

trembling and wanting to get out of the car, but in a panic, his hands and feet seemed to be disobedient, and he didn't need any strength.

Seeing this, Yang Hao hurriedly helped him, so that he didn't let the old man go down.

"Come, help the priest over."

The old priest, supported by the guards, trembled towards the figure in front of him, and as the distance got closer, two tears flowed from the old man's face.

Yang Hao looked at the slightly rickety figure in front of him expressionlessly, although he valued the knowledge that the priest mastered, but if he couldn't pull it to his side, then this knowledge would be worthless to him.

An old man who is not needed, and his identity is still the power of the enemy, how can Yang Hao still keep him in the world, Pestle does not know, his every move at this time, and every conversation with Yang Hao, is like dancing on the tip of a knife.