Chapter 212 Nine Qualifications Law
Song Yun didn't bother to break with him, so he directly threw out a few taels of silver, and pointed to the family of three who were crying and leaving.
"Ask something."
Seeing that the comer was generous, the thin young man's eyes lit up, and his smile was even bigger:
"Brother Tai has any questions, I know the process of the qualification test well, and I know very well which links can be tricked."
Song Yun just asked, "Why are these test results so strong?" None of them had a normal face. β
"Even if you don't practice martial arts, in this peaceful and prosperous world, wouldn't it be good to make a living in other ways?"
The thin young man listened, his face turned strange, and he looked Song Yun up and down.
"Dare to ask where is Brother Tai?"
Song Yun smiled, "I'm a hermit, I just came out of the mountains, and I don't know much about things outside. β
"Hermits?" The thin young man obviously didn't believe it, but for the sake of the silver's face, he spoke:
"Our Supreme Emperor His Majesty has implemented the 'Nine Grades Qualification Law' throughout the country, do you know this?"
Song Yun nodded, the test is divided into A, B, C and nine qualifications, which he heard about in the crowd just now.
The thin young man continued: "If you are today, you still respect your strength, and only those who have strength can occupy a high position, even if they are civil officials, you must have a certain amount of cultivation. β
"And those who don't have the strength to do business, work and farm, and still be inferior people all their lives."
"In that case, a billion people in the whole world want to cultivate, how fierce is the competition?"
"Cultivation resources are also limited, and one billion people will share them, and in the end, no one will be able to share much."
"Therefore, His Majesty the Supreme Emperor promulgated the 'Nine Grades Qualification Law', stipulating that only those who meet the qualifications can cultivate, so that nine out of ten people will be eliminated, and the pressure on cultivation resources will be greatly eased."
"Therefore, qualification testing is a major event that determines a lifetime, whether you are a master or an ordinary person, it depends on which of the nine products you are in."
"If you test a C grade, this life will come to an end, who can be in a good mood?"
Song Yun nodded, "I see." β
The Jiupin Qualification Law is indeed a highly effective policy, applicable to peacetime with a large population, and cultivating as many elites as possible with limited resources.
But the flaws are also obvious.
Song Yun looked at the people who were crying and leaving with sad faces, they were basically dressed plainly, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"Qualifications are a matter of fate. If you are a descendant of a martial artist, your body is generally not bad, and if you carefully recuperate from an early age, your qualifications will definitely be higher than that of ordinary people. β
"That's right, that's it!" The thin young man slapped his thigh, "Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, the sons of mice will make holes, as soon as this nine-grade qualification method comes out, the opportunities for ordinary people are getting fewer and fewerββ"
Halfway through his words, the thin young man suddenly shut up, looked at Song Yun vigilantly, and changed his words:
"His Majesty the Supreme Emperor is wise and martial, and I don't have any opinion on his old man's policies."
"You can't be deliberately tricking me, are you? Could it be that you are a demon cultivator in the South China Sea, trying to do wrong? β
"South Sea Demon Cultivator?" Song Yun suddenly became interested, and threw out two more ingots of silver, "What is the South China Sea Demon Cultivation, let's talk about it carefully." β
Although the thin young man was vigilant, the temptation of this silver was not small.
He looked left and right, and found that no one was paying attention here, so he attached it to Song Yun's ear and whispered:
"The South China Sea Demon Cultivator, who is a gang of thieves in the South China Sea, pays attention to what 'natural selection', opposes the Nine Grades Qualification Law, often makes trouble in the Central Plains, and is the number one wanted criminal in the eyes of the government!"
"And such people?" Song Yun blinked his eyes, and the curiosity in his heart became stronger, "Since the government is wanted, how can they come to the Central Plains?" β
"Disguise, disguise." The thin young man said, "These people have vast magical powers, and they can do anything, disguised as ordinary people and lurk in, how can the government find out?" β
"Usually hide well, and then suddenly make a move, and run away after moving, many famous demon cultivators have committed countless major crimes, and the government has nothing to do with them so far."
After the thin young man finished speaking, he shrunk his neck in fear, "You can just listen to this, but don't spread the word, let alone tell people that I told you, otherwise the government will arrest people for questioning!" β
"Afraid of what?" Song Yun stared at him with some surprise, "Could it be that you are the South China Sea Demon Cultivator lurking in?" β
"You-" The thin young man looked up sharply, just in time to meet Song Yun's eyes.
Seeing the other party's smiling gaze, the thin young man's pupils shook violently.
The next moment, the momentum on his body changed.
As an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts, the breath of the thin young man was originally very loose, but at this moment, it has become stronger and weaker, which is quite weird.
The loose skin on his arms also became as tight as cowhide, his muscles continued to bounce, and the roots of the tendons flared up.
With the help of the cover of his sleeves, a palm was secretly shot out, hitting Song Yun's lower abdomen dantian.
Although he encountered an accident, the thin young man did not panic, this move "Qi Sealing Ghost Palm" is his stunt, as long as it hits, the target will stiffen in place, and the breath of the whole body will be sealed, and there will be no abnormality.
After standing in place for a while, the target will lose his breath and collapse, and it will manifest as a sudden heart attack, and ordinary martial artists will not see the problem at all.
By that time, he had long since slipped away.
Poof, with a soft sound, the thin young man's right palm smoothly hit Song Yun's dantian part, and pressed it lightly.
"Damn, I scared Lao Tzu just now." He snorted coldly, glared at Song Yun and whispered:
"Boy, there must be a limit to pretending to be stupid, even a little common sense has to spend money to ask, who can you fool? I already knew you had a problem! β
As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his tone even trembled slightly.
Because the other party did not show signs of being hit by the "Qi Sealing Ghost Palm", his face was still ruddy, his breathing was steady, and he was staring at himself with a smile.
The thin young man subconsciously wanted to retract his right hand, but he was horrified to find that his wrist was buckled at some point!
"Don't go." Song Yun smiled, "I haven't finished asking the question yet." β
The skinny young man took a step back, using all his might, trying to pull out his right hand.
But his hand seemed to be firmly suppressed by a mountain, and he couldn't move at all.
"Y-Who are you? If you are an enemy of us, do you know what will happen? The thin young man glared at Song Yundao.
As he spoke, he touched his left hand behind his back, picked up a thin black blade between his fingers, and flicked his fingers towards the opposite lower abdomen.
The blade shot out successfully.
The thin young man just breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but when he saw Song Yun's face as usual, he was still asking:
"Are you really a South Sea Demon Cultivator? Then tell me more about what you want to do when you come to Anthy. β
"Don't worry, I'm not from the government, I'm just curious, ask."
ββ¦β¦ I believe you're a ghost. The thin young man smiled miserably, knowing that the strength of this man in white was far above him, and he probably couldn't beat him.
Click, he twisted his right wrist violently, turned a full circle, and directly broke the wrist bone, and completely broke his right hand!
The bloody right arm was finally pulled out.
The thin young man's face remained unchanged, and he turned around and ran into the crowd.