"Look at the bloodline."

Bao Wei replied.

It's a seemingly flawless answer.

Many people nodded frequently.

However, it is only seemingly flawless!

"So, who will tell me how the bloodline of the Song people is different from the bloodline of the Liao people, and even the bloodlines of the Jin, Tangut, and Mongols?"

Lin Chaoci inspired the thinking of these people.

It's just that there are always idiots who don't have brains.

"Song people are Song people."

"The Liao people are the Liao people."

"Their bloodlines are just different."

"Does this need a reason?"

One of the four elders of the beggar gang, Lin Chaoci didn't know what his surname was, and Qiao Feng didn't have time to introduce it, so he stood up and said so.

The main thing is that it is unreasonable.

"Then I said you're not from Song......"

"Say that you have the blood of the Liao, Jin, and Mongols in your body, may I ask, what reason should you use to prove that you are not?"

Lin Chao said a word.

The unnamed elder was speechless.

Hurriedly said: "You are a strong word, the old man is a Song person, this still needs to be proved, the sky can be learned, the world is proven, why do you need to prove it?" ”

Lin Chaoci coughed slowly.

Under the scorching sun, the sky is thunderbolting!

"Okay, now the sky is gone."

He raised his hand again and patted his chest: "I am also a member of the world, I need you to prove it now, and if I don't testify to you, how can you prove it?" ”

"You...... You ......"

The beggar elder trembled with anger.

Looking left and right, he rushed in front of a disciple.

snatched the pitchfork from the beggar disciple's hand.

Furious: "In this case, the old man is willing to die to prove his innocence, which should prove the identity of the old man as a Song person, right?" ”

"If you die, you will be even more Liao."

"For the dead cannot speak."

"You can't even prove yourself."

Lin Chao smiled disdainfully, raised his hand, took out a needle from nowhere, the world was discolored, and under the attention of everyone, he walked up to the elder of the beggar gang, inserted the needle into the other party's arm, and injected the bright red liquid inside.

After that, the heaven and earth were retracted.

said a sentence that silenced everyone: "The blood I just injected into you is the blood of the Liao people, and it is also mixed with the blood of the Tanguts, Jin, and Mongols, including some barbarian blood, may I ask, if it is really distinguished by blood, I am not scolding, that is, have you become a mongrel?" ”

"How can that little bit of blood be soaked in the old man!"

The beggar gang elder raised his head.

The tone was full of disdain.

"I think Ink will have a common language with you."

"And oil, I think we can also discuss with you the story of its inability to blend with water."

"You're like a river with a river."

"The river says we all come from the mouth of the sea."

"Jiang Shui just said, aren't we?"

"Everyone is originally sea water, flowing from the mouth of the sea to the big river, and then from the big river to the lakes and rivers everywhere, no one is conscious, and no one is qualified to say that I want to go to a certain river, or a certain lake, just like this blood, can you say that this blood is the blood of the Liao people?"

"I also said that I just got chicken blood!"

"Can you tell what kind of blood it is?"

"Pig blood, cow blood, sheep blood, or human blood?"

Lin Chaoci pressed the needle.

A few remaining drops of blood were squeezed out of the gleaming needle.

Blood droplets swayed in the breeze.

Eventually, it landed lightly on the ground.

Leaving only a moist imprint.

It was digested by the dirt in the blink of an eye.

It was obviously a subtle sound, but it was like a loud slap that made everyone present dizzy.

The beggar elder didn't argue anymore.

Because he could think that Lin Chaoci would have something waiting for him later.

Yes, one tube of blood is not enough, but what if Lin Chaoci has more than one tube of blood in his hands?

What if you catch a dog, or a rabbit or a wild boar, and give him another head-to-toe exchange of blood?

Could it be that after changing the blood, he became a brute?

Isn't that logical?

Having said this, Qiao Feng also understood what Lin Chaoci wanted to explain, smiled bitterly, and was embarrassed to let Lin Chaoci continue to help him speak, mainly because Lin Chaoci's friendship to save him from fire and water was too heavy, so heavy that he didn't know how to return it.

took two steps forward and regained his self-confidence: "You also know what kind of person I Qiao Feng is, from the moment I Qiao Feng took over as the leader of the beggar gang, when have you done such disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust things?" ”

There was a moment of silence.

Subsequently, many beggars and disciples came out to help.

"The helper is right!"

"We believe in the Lord!"

"The leader of the gang is obvious to all!"

"The gang leader has never been disloyal, unfilial, unkind, or unjust!"

“……”

People's hearts have changed several times, and it is difficult for feelings and righteousness to last.

"Moreover, even if it is a Liao person, what can it do?"

Lin Chaoci patted Qiao Feng's shoulder, stood up, and his sharp gaze swept over the faces of Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing, and Kang Min: "Regardless of the heart, there is no perfect person in the heart, even if Brother Xiao is a Liao person, what he has done has endangered the safety of the Great Song Dynasty?" ”

"Not now, doesn't mean there won't be in the future!"

Kang Min said righteously.

was startled by the embroidered spring knife that Lin Chaoci took out.

"This knife belongs to the Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei."

"There is the ability to cut first and then play."

Lin Chaoci smiled slightly, with awe-inspiring murderous intent: "Then I can take this knife of the later generations and behead the officials of this dynasty, is it okay?" ”

Pretty!

Bao is different with an excited punch.

It seems that he is the one who is angry at the moment.

"Not to mention that this matter is still boring."

Lin Chao turned his words and looked at a bald old monk in the crowd: "Monk Zhiguang, do you think, at this moment, for the sake of a dead man's honor, is it really worth it to let a young man who lost his parents because of your intelligence mistakes continue to bear this public opinion that should not belong to him, and even a trumped-up sin?" ”

After that, he said, "Could it be that the sin is pushed on an innocent person, and that is the Buddha promoted by your bullshit Shakyamuni?" ”

"Donor be careful!"

Master Zhiguang couldn't sit still.

Lowered eyebrows and pleasing eyes, so reminded.

"It's not for me to be cautious."

"I believe that Shakyamuni would not make such a mistake."

"But, you believe in Buddhism!"

"You believe in Shakyamuni!"

"What you have done does not represent the will of Shakyamuni?"

"And you chose to avoid it."

"Let someone else throw sewage on a victim's body."

"Monk Zhiguang...... You betrayed the Buddha! ”

Lin Chaoci's earnest words were like a steel knife poking into Master Zhiguang's heart, making Master Zhiguang, who was already ashamed of this, like a thunderbolt, taking three steps back in a row, and his body was shaky.

After a long silence, he sighed.

"Sin, sin."

"The Buddha never taught his followers to deceive the world."

"It's the little monk who is in love."

"It's just that for the sake of the deceased, please forgive Lao Wei for not being able to explain the name of the leading brother, and I hope that after telling the truth, I can return the innocence of the Xiao gang leader, the old man is willing to suffer the punishment of eighteen layers of hell, only to repay the sins, so that the parents of the Xiao gang leader can be reborn as soon as possible."

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