A person with such a heart can always touch many people and make many people ashamed of themselves.

Those who walk in this world and walk with people, in addition to people, there are also strange ghosts.

They have human skin and faces, no different from human beings, but inside this shell is not a human heart, but a rotten heart crawling out of hell.

Liu Zhong was a soldier, and he had no compassion, but that person led them to heaven and saw so much beauty that they no longer fought to kill, but to witness the beauty of the world.

Liu Zhong took out his gun and fired an empty gun into the sky, a trembling sound sounded in the empty alley, and all the people who were beating stopped moving, and time and space seemed to freeze here.

"Who?"

Scarface followed the sound and saw several oriental faces.

The interpreter hurriedly stepped forward, ready to intercede for Kassim, but before he could open his mouth, Scarface kicked at the interpreter and scolded, "Outsider, what kind of uncle are you pretending to be here?"

Bang!

The gunshots rang loudly, the smell of gunpowder spread, Scarface's legs stretched out in mid-air, he didn't react, he only felt that his legs had been pierced by something, and the spreading pain slowed down a step, and he hugged his legs and wailed unconsciously.

Everyone saw the gun in Liu Zhong's hand, rolled up their sleeves, and wanted to surround Liu Zhong, Liu Zhong held a gun in one hand, and the muzzle of the gun was raised towards these people, and he smiled with his teeth, "Come here, you come here, let you see the power of my Ming weapon, believe it or not, killing you people is just a blink of an eye."

Qasim got up from the ground, he pulled up the homeless man, and he didn't know how many kicks he had taken, but comforted the homeless man, "It's okay, it's okay, you can go quickly!"

The homeless man glanced at Qasim with cloudy eyes, and then staggered to his feet, babbling without knowing what he was saying, and went on like a drunkard, with a pilgrimage reverence.

After chanting the poem here, Qasim sent the homeless man out of the circle of hooligans, his package was kicked to the ground, and after packing up one by one, he carried the package on his back and walked towards his Ming friends.

Liu Zhong waited for him to get closer, the butt of the gun was clamped under his armpit, the muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at the soles of the hooligans' feet, and a circle of strafing, on the flat ground, there were craters, and the powerful power shocked these people hurriedly rushed back, frightened.

Liu Zhong laughed and glanced at Scarface with disdain, "Go to the doctor as soon as possible, maybe I can save your leg, and the medical expenses will not be compensated!"

After speaking, the group left.

Qasim thanked Liu Zhong and the others, and Liu Zhong once again sent a sincere invitation to Qasim, "In the land where my Daming is located, there used to be, and there are many, many poets, if Mr. goes, he will definitely become very good friends with them."

"Poet, if I say here that I am a poet, I will be persecuted."

"Why is that?"

"Poets always like to tell the truth, you know, many people don't like to hear the truth."

"Hahaha, that's true. But my Emperor Majesty likes to listen to the truth, and in my Ming Dynasty, poets are very great people, they are full of poetry and books, they are rich in learning, they have poetry books in their bellies, and they have a beautiful temperament, and they are admired by the world, and they are also respected by His Majesty the Emperor." ….

"The more you say, the more I want to go to Daming."

"You walked towards the place where the sun rose, left the Timurid Khanate, and arrived at Tacheng, and then set foot on the land of the Great Ming. My Daming train travels thousands of miles a day, as long as you enter the land of Daming, from south to north, from east to west, morning and evening, it is very convenient."

"Train, what's that?" Qasim is really unimaginable, he doesn't want to stay for a moment and wants to go to Daming, to witness that poetic country, the country where *** is located.

The interpreter was curious and asked, "Is that homeless man someone you know?"

"He was a proud protégé of Avisinah, and his name was Abu. Avisina had thought that Abu would be the heir to his medical and philosophical ideas, and that he was an eloquent warrior.

He is also an arrogant scholar, and no one can hear a false word from his mouth."

Qasim sighed, "And this has brought him humiliation, whipping, and even imprisonment again and again. At one point, he was tied to a square in Damascus and whipped in front of his family and tens of thousands of people. After that, he collapsed, and he became like this after the death of his wife. That's what he was from then on."

Abu swayed in front of them like a ghost, his ragged clothes, his occasional roar, or his foul language, which was hard to tell that he had once been a physician and philosopher who could inherit the mantle of great virtue.

Liu Zhong, a martial artist, was born with compassion, and asked puzzledly, "Just because you said something, you will be beaten and whipped?" Or even tied to the main square, insulted in front of tens of thousands of people?"

"Yes!" Qasim nodded, "This country doesn't need poets, especially non-religious ones."

Liu Zhong shook his head, "In my ancient sayings of the Ming Dynasty, there is a saying that a soldier can not be humiliated, and killing people is not a nod to the ground, why should he humiliate people so much? What about driving a man crazy?"

Qasim looked at Abu with pity, he didn't know why, he was born to live in such a world, thinking in a different way is already an anomaly, he never knew that in this world, there are still people who will respect the personality and dignity of others.

At this moment, Liu Zhong's subordinates hurriedly ran over, he held a letter in his hand, and presented it to Liu Zhong with both hands, "Lord Qianhu, this is a message from Beijing, the call came to Tacheng, and Tacheng sent someone to come."

This was through the entire Timurid Khanate.

Liu Zhong hurriedly opened the letter, the letter was the holy decree just issued by His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, perhaps this holy decree was a few months ago, the Ming Dynasty set up the Ming Royal Award, the world, to all those who have made contributions to mankind Award.

There are other contents in the letter, which is to ask Liu Zhong and others to support those talented people along the way, no matter what kind of people they are, to go to Daming.

Daming needs talents!

Liu Zhong folded the letter and glanced at the interpreter, who hurriedly asked, "My lord, but what's the matter with the imperial court?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with us." Liu Zhongdao, "The emperor has just issued a decree to set up the Ming Royal Award, whether it is medical and health, Gewu, chemistry or literature and poetry, as long as people who have the ability can take their own achievements and participate in the selection." ….

"How much will this prize be?"

Liu Zhong said, "I heard that there are no less than 10,000 taels of silver."

Hearing this, the Ming sergeants gasped, and the interpreter told Kasim about this as news, and said with a smile, "We are about to return to China, Mr. can take Mr. Abu back with us, in my Daming, there will never be anyone who indiscriminately humiliates and beats people, even if someone does something wrong, there will naturally be officials who will come forward and punish them according to the law."

It is impossible for Qasim not to be moved, from the fact that His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty set up the Ming Royal Award, it can be seen that what kind of country this is, how atmospheric, and how tolerant.

He nodded, "I'll consider it."

They exchanged addresses and broke up at the fork in the road.

"Lord, you pinched the flowers I planted, and you took away my beloved woman......

A group of thugs passed by Kassym with Scarface, and some chanted the poem loudly and mockingly.

In normal times, Qasim would feel very angry, but at this time, his heart was only disappointed, he had a longing country, he wanted to go there, and if it was indeed as these friends said, perhaps he would be more skeptical of his faith.

Several armed soldiers rushed over and surrounded Qasim and the hooligans, and what had happened to them?

"He, that's him, he's a cultist, and they're with a bunch of barbarians who have wounded us with firearms." The hooligans point to Scarface to defend themselves.

"If that's the case, then this man, we need to take him to Big O'Hardy, Jean

He's on trial by Big O'Hardy!"

Qasim watched as Abu crawled to a nearby tavern, and he saw Abu take a book from his bosom and present it with trembling hands in exchange for the last sip of wine.

Qasim rushed over and snatched the book from Abu's hand, he grabbed Abu's shoulder and met his cloudy eyes, "Wake up, wake up, you have forgotten your faith, your pursuit, you can no longer find your direction?"

Abu's eyes were still dull behind his messy hair, and he looked at Qasim, "Who are you?" Young man, why do you care about me?"

The militiamen came and took them away, and they walked past the towering minaret, past the soldiers standing in front of the lookout, and the dense fruit groves that radiated their direction, to the door of the great mansion of Great O'Hardy.

Scarface was also carried over, and his leg hurt so much that he was worse than dead, and he was covered in a cold sweat and shivered on the stretcher.

After listening to the hooligans' complaints, O'Hardy looked Qasim and Abu up and down and asked, "Are they telling the truth?" Are you convicted?"

Qasim thought of the words of the Ming people, "Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated", he thought of those people's neat clothes, calm demeanor, self-esteem and pride engraved in their bones, and only felt that everything in front of him was so ridiculous.

Qasim didn't say a word, but Big O'Hardy saw what he wanted to say in his eyes and face, he glanced at the wounded on the stretcher, and said, "It's better to send people to treatment first, I need more information, and the trial will be held tomorrow after the Fajr prayer."

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Xingyue Yangtze River