Chapter 54: The Sword

As soon as Zheng Yiguan and Yan Siqi heard Li Dan's words, they knew that Li Dan had listened to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and they sighed here. Both of them have read the Legend of the Condor Heroes, and they both like it very much, and the rivers and lakes in the book are simply a good book tailored for them who float on the rivers and lakes in reality all day long.

It's just that at this moment, Li Dan asked the questions in the book in front of the two of them, who can be called a hero?

It's really hard to answer the two of them.

Although the two of them are not very old, Zheng Yiguan is young and young, but his wrists are extraordinary, he can understand several languages, and he can be called talented, even Yan Siqi is only about forty years old, and he can climb to this position, and he has thousands of heroes under him, and he can also be called young and strong.

But the two of them can climb up all the way up in this industry, their hands must be full of blood, and the two of them are born in the dart industry, how can they convince the public if they are not ruthless.

It is important to know that the dart masters of the dart line sometimes have to take on the task of developing overseas territories, forming mercenaries to help the lords to sweep the natives in the territory, and those natives, under the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, are either naturalized or surrendered.

This is the so-called education of the Confucian scholars in the Great Song Dynasty. Such a bloody journey has been carried out in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty for hundreds of years. Nanyang, Australia and other places are everywhere.

Otherwise, how could the Great Song Dynasty exercise complete rule over this vast territory.

On the way to educate the world, I don't know how many indigenous people died innocently and tragically under the indoctrination of the lords of the Great Song Dynasty, and even the corpses were not preserved, and became the rubber plantations and sugar cane plantations that the lords carved out in the jungle and the fertilizer buried deep under the ground. How many indigenous people had to survive by working on the estates for their lords in shackles for generations.

The Great Song Dynasty's journey to open up the world was accompanied by the blood and tears of countless indigenous races in Nanyang Australia.

Among them, there have been countless races that have been silently exterminated and disappeared into history, and the blood of these countless natives has the share of the two of them, such as the dart master of the dart, which has always been linked to the development of colonization, where the territory of the Great Song Dynasty is developed, the business of the dart masters of the Great Song Dynasty will follow. During the period, I don't know how many evil things have been done.

In this kind of business, if you can be called a hero if you act without a deserve to be in your life, then how can two people who have the blood of countless people on their hands dare to call themselves heroes.

The two of them were dumbfounded when asked by Li Dan.

Li Dan looked at the faces of the two, and then suddenly said in a gloomy tone:

"Hey! Asking the two of you is also asking in vain, I really want to see Quan Yong, the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and ask Mr. Quan Yong, why is it so difficult to be a hero! ”

Li Dan sighed here that Li Zhe would never be able to hear it. Even the book "Shooting the Condor", which he copied from later generations, was able to flourish all the way to the Great Song Dynasty along the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, which was unimaginable to Li Zhe, who plagiarized the "Shooting the Condor" at the beginning.

The book he plagiarized on a whim in order to solve the dilemma of lack of money at that time has also gained countless fans in the Great Song Dynasty, and this popular novel from later generations is also imperceptibly influencing people in this era in a certain aspect......

Mengzhou City, in the mansion of the county lord of Beijing Street, in the back garden of the house with the water and the window, Zhao Jieyu, the county lord of Xiangyang, looked at the water feature in the pond outside the window, holding a guitar and playing the piano. If Li Zhe is here at this time, he can hear that the ancient guitar is really different from the modern one, and the modern guitar is mostly used as an accompaniment instrument, but in Zhao Jieyu's hands, this guitar actually pops out the feeling of ancient music, not like a guitar, but more like a local Chinese musical instrument guqin.

In addition to the county lord in the room, there are several maids, each of whom holds a goose feather fan, fanning the county lord.

There was a maid standing aside reading for the county lord, which happened to be the last part of the dialogue between Temujin and Guo Jing in the sermon.

In the book, a generation of delicate men, with long eyes closed, still thinking about the heroes of later generations when they were dying.

After the whole book was finished, the sound of the piano in the county lord's hand suddenly stopped, and the aftermath lingered on the beams of the house.

After a while, the county lord spoke:

"Hey, the male lord of the Temujin generation, in the end, he can't cross this level, even if he opens up thousands of miles of soil during his lifetime, he will only be a piece of loess after death, and no one can escape the final cycle of the Heavenly Dao. You say that this person is a word, what can be eternal, grand and domineering, and famous through the ages, or is it like my classmate who left a name for himself in the world with his writings? ”

The county lord seemed to feel a lot of emotion, and he was silent for a long time, and then he seemed to suddenly remember,

"Hey, speaking of my classmates, this method is very tight, just write a good book, then only need this book to be passed down to the world, by future generations, then the author of the book will naturally leave a name in history, just like the Wen Xiang Wen Tianxiang of this dynasty, a righteous song is well written, it will be remembered by the younger generations, and even the tablet left behind is worthy of enjoying the Confucian Temple.

Life in the world, at this point, there are no regrets! ”

The county lord tasted himself there for a long time, and then he relieved himself and asked the maid:

"Oh, yes, Squire! Didn't that writer of mine join the Japanese army at the behest of my father? What's going on, have you done anything shocking? ”

The county lord thought of Li Zhe's classmate, and he couldn't help laughing, after several years in the state school, the county lord clearly knew how unbearable her classmate was, and even wrote an ordinary short essay was not good.

But this state school has just graduated for only a year, this straw bag in the eyes of everyone in the past turned out to be a gorgeous reversal, not only the poetry has become extraordinary, but also wrote "Shooting the Condor" such a masterpiece that can be passed on to future generations, although this book is just a popular novel, can not be on the elegant hall, but this book has won countless people's love between the Song Dynasty and the opposition is real.

Therefore, such strange people and strange things can't help but Zhao Jieyu pay more attention.

In Zhao Jieyu's experience, most of these people are amazing talents.

Zhao Jieyu's side, the maid named Shi Jian, looks obviously not a Song person, her face is good, but her outline is too prominent, she is a local Aryan white man in Tianzhu, and her face is particularly beautiful, she looks quite like a famous Bollywood actress Priyanka Chopra in Li Zhe's later impressions.

Especially wearing a short and energetic suit, the bee waist set off is slender, the buttocks are round, and a pair of long legs are full of a sense of strength.