Although Stuart was not Martin Luther King, Jr., he also had a dream. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

That is, I want this country to have no more classes, whether it is a wealthy nobleman or a slave from a poor family, they can live freely and equally under the shroud of the law.

He had a dream that the sons of both a wealthy family and a slave could sit side by side and talk about brotherly friendship.

He had a dream that there would be no more high or low in human life. As long as you are willing to work hard, whether it is a wealthy family or a poor family, you can have your own piece of sky.

He had a dream that one day, the spirit of freedom and equality of law would shine on this land.

He had a dream that on a continent where class persecution was so severe, an oasis of freedom and equality would also rise.

Although this dream is very distant and very difficult, Situ firmly believes that this day will come, because no one can stop the wheel of history.

In order to realize this dream, Situ Xing must have more power.

Situ Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter, like stars in the sky. Being able to point to people moving forward in the dark has an uplifting power.

Situ Lang looked at Situ Xing with a solemn face, and his heart couldn't help but burst, he had seen this kind of gaze on Situ Ming before. It's the power of faith!

For some reason, a trace of awe rose in his heart.

He faced Situ as if he was facing his eldest brother who was assassinated.

He had never faced him squarely before, because in Situ Lang's heart, Situ Ming was a waste.

If he didn't have a good background, he wouldn't be the head of the Situ family at all.

He was the same when he was killed.

At that time, I laughed at him for being pedantic, but today it seems that there is a kind of strength and a belief that supports him.

However, although Situ Lang admired this spirit, he did not approve of it.

And there is an unspeakable fear in my heart.

"It's a big rebellion!"

"Pedantic!"

"Ridiculous!"

"We are the children of wealthy families, my father and ancestors are in high positions and hold power, and we should be born high. What's more, we still have merit and fame, and we are descendants of saints and seedlings, how can our lives be of the same price as those of such pigs and dogs?"

"It's just a few cheap lives. If you kill it, you will kill it, what's worth it? I see that you, like your father, are stupid at reading. ”

Situ Xing looked at Situ Lang, who had a disdainful face and a faint fear in his eyes, and didn't say anything more. This is the limitation of the times, and Daqian is a society with strict class hierarchies.

The most honorable royal family represented by Emperor Qianpan, they were born as dragon sons and dragon grandchildren, with strong luck and purple life, which is very incomparable.

The second is the people in the sect and the important ministers of the court, they are either descendants of the saints and Miao, or they are in power and lead thousands of armies. Life and death, in a word.

Again, they are the local wealthy families, they are the largest in number, or they are rich and noble families, or they have been officials for generations, and they are the cornerstone of the rule of the great cadres.

And the lowest level is the commoners, their status is the most lowly, their lives are like mustard, and they are often called pigs and dogs.

Slaves have the least status, they are the private property of the head of the family, and they can be killed at will if they find a reason.

In the face of such a strict class system, Situ's words are a bit overstepping, and they are also a little rebellious.

Therefore, in Situ Lang's view, there is no way to understand and cannot be forgiven.

"Pedantic!"

"Unreasonable!"

The old master looked at the injured Situ Xing, his eyes showed a complicated look, and he scolded with some hatred.

"I thought he was a smart child, but I didn't expect to be poisoned by books even more. It is better to believe in books than to have no books, and there is no class, so what do we scholars eat and drink? Who will provide for them?"

Situ Ming's eyes showed worry and relief.

"Pedantic!"

"It's a big rebellion!"

The old man's face changed drastically, and he roared angrily.

"How can our lives be compared to those untouchables? We are the descendants of saints, even a hundred untouchable lives are not comparable to a true inheritance in the door!"

"Pedantic!"

"It's a big rebellion!"

Even the lowest slaves, the soldiers, looked at Situ with disdain, as if he were a madman.

"No wonder Chen Shi wants to revolt in Daze Township, and shouts the slogan "How can the prince and the general be like this?"!"

Situ Xing looked at the disdain in everyone's eyes, he seemed to see a big mountain, this mountain was composed of class power, suppressed on the heads of the people, and also suppressed on the hearts of the people, so that he was a little numb.

It seems that this world should be like this, and there should be a class division.

Many poor families who are oppressed by wealthy families. or through the imperial examination, or through meritorious service, after becoming a new wealthy family, not only did they not sympathize with the hardships of the poor family, but in turn bullied the poor family.

It is by this means that the great cadres maintain a kind of balance. Every day, there are decaying wealthy families falling, and every day new cold families become wealthy families.

As far as the Situ family is concerned, three hundred years ago, before the ancestor of the generation Situ Huan came out, he was just a son of a poor family.

After passing the imperial examination and gaining fame, the official worshiped Sikou, and after decades of operation, there is today's Situ Hao.

Now the Situ family is already a little weak because there is no one to come out. But the resources are not comparable to ordinary poor families.

In Situ Xing's view, the people are like elephants who have been chained since childhood. Even if he has grown up and can easily break free from the chains, he does not dare to break free.

"One day, I will overthrow this evil system and let the sun of freedom and equality break through the dark clouds and shine down!"

Situ Xing's palm clutched the sword tightly, and he thought secretly in his heart.

"Kill this megalomant!"

"Kill him, a hundred bounty!"

Bi Lotus Lao Dao looked at Situ Xing, whose body was injured by gunpowder and his whole body was soaked in blood, and raised the token symbolizing the majesty of the King of Cheng County in his hand high, and the white dragon let out a roar, and then said in a cold voice.

"No!"

The soldiers who retreated with fear on their faces just now were driven by the king's order, and when they heard that the bounty was one hundred, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they pounced on Situ as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The secret sadness of the Situ Punishment who watched it.

"Those who ignore people's lives should be killed!"

"Acting for the tiger is the way to death!

Situ stood there with a serious face and announced the sentence loudly. The copper plates in the luck rose suddenly, and the words were like dominoes, one after another, and they lit up one after another.

Taizu and the villagers agreed: Murderers, put to death!

A bronze-colored chain representing the majesty of the law flew out, and Situ Lang, the Bi Lotus Daoren, and the armored soldier holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.

It was as if a pair of majestic eyes were staring at them coldly, and I couldn't help but feel worried.

Affected by this, my hands and feet couldn't help but slow down a little.

And Situ Xing was the opposite of them, he felt a huge force falling from the sky, and the strength of his whole body had recovered a lot. There was a faint flow of iron and blood on the sword.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

At this time, it was already fighting for his life, and Situ no longer dared to show mercy to his subordinates.

Phew!

Situ Xing's sword, which had never been unsheathed, revealed its own light. The sharp blade looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and several armored soldiers subconsciously closed their eyes.

"Kill!"

Situ Xing forcibly suppressed the pain in his chest, stopped the bleeding with a simple technique, and rushed out like a tiger without looking at the spear that stabbed him.

"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Burst!

Situ Xing's swordsmanship abandons all fancy and only pays attention to practicality, and his long sword stabs out frequently like a poisonous snake.

One of the armored soldiers could not dodge and was stabbed in the throat by a long sword and fell to the ground. The crimson blood stained the earth, and the eyes of the armor soldiers slowly lost their luster.

This was the first soldier killed by Situ in Situ Mansion.

The other armor soldiers glanced at their fallen companions, and although they were terrified of Situ Xing's swordsmanship, they stabbed their spears out as if they were crazy under the stimulus of the bounty.

Although Situ Xing's swordsmanship is superb, he is also a little powerless in the face of several spears that are pierced at the same time.

Burst!

The sharp head of the spear cut through Situ Xing's clothes, leaving a slap-long wound on his chest and abdomen.

Seeing that Situ was injured, the eyes of those armored soldiers suddenly showed a hint of joy. But they apparently rejoiced a little too soon.

Situ Xing, who was driven to a dead end, seemed to be a trapped beast, bursting out with incredible lethality.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Situ Xing simply let go, exchanged injuries for injuries, avoided vital parts, and the long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, not stabbing at the seal hall of the armor soldier, but cutting the throat of the armor soldier.

Either it pierces through the crack in the armor leaf and directly shatters the armor's heart.

One hit kills!

Never drag mud and water!

Situ Xing is like a messenger of death from hell, constantly harvesting the lives of the armor soldiers.

However, in the middle of the night, most of the armor soldiers besieging Situ Xing were lying on the ground forever.

Situ Lang stood behind everyone, his face filled with fear. He also liked to practice martial arts when he was younger. And he has already opened the trick and become a strong martial artist.

Later, with the increase of age and the involvement of family affairs, Situ Lang's realm retreated to the realm of martial arts.

But this does not mean that Situ Lang's vision has also regressed.

Situ Xing's swordsmanship is very simple, stabbing straight, slashing horizontally, and picking up, but in Situ Xing's hands, it bursts out with unimaginable lethality.

One by one, in the realm of martial artists, all armored, armed to the teeth, none of them were his enemies.

Situ Xing's long sword is very light, as if it is a poisonous snake, and it can always hurt the enemy from unexpected places.

Burst!

Situ Xing saw the long sword in his hand turn, and with a move that everyone couldn't imagine, the tip of the sword grazed the skin of his waist and abdomen and stabbed it behind his back.

Standing behind Situ Xing, trying to imprison him with his arms, the armor soldier suddenly felt a pain in his heart. When he lowered his head, he saw only the tip of a sword drawn.

Bi Lotus Lao Dao stood there with a gloomy face, dozens of armor soldiers had already suffered most of the casualties, and Situ had not yet been subdued.

This was a bit of a surprise to him.