In this world, suffering is unavoidable, and in the face of suffering, there is no choice, so you can only accept it and get through it. In the process of surviving, suffering is not worth singing about, but what is worth celebrating is the spirit, the resilience that seems to be rooted in the land.

A kind of thief, no matter what you do, labor and management will live.

It's a very powerful psychic force.

Some people have noticed this power.

I can't help but feel fear.

Because not all suffering is innate, there may be some people's lives that don't have to be so bitter, but just because the old man thinks that he shouldn't eat too much, or is not worthy of studying, or should drown if he can't feed himself, these sufferings may be added to people by others intentionally or unintentionally, making people bend down and become cows and horses.

Suppose one day they suddenly realize the problem.

That must be an epic disaster movie for the squires with a good reputation.

Song Shao is crooked.

When he uncovered the scandal, took away the welfare that belonged to the people, controlled the channels that belonged to the people, how did he make every family forced to sign border labor contracts with people, and how did he use casinos, kilns, and underground tobacco houses to make a family lose hope in life.

In anger, Master Huang was horrified to find out.

In the resentful rebuke of the people at the bottom who are excited and can easily grasp the martial arts, it seems that there is a force that they usually ignore is gradually revealed.

From night to dawn.

The beating gongs and drums of Mozhen caused an uproar because of Song Shao, an alien Qizang warrior, and many people simply didn't sleep, so they wanted to come over to see the excitement.

It's also a shame that Master Huang's house is here to be magnificent! Spacious!

Very much land!

Only then can the crowded people of Moth Town have a foothold for everyone and take a look at this unique bustle.

But there was no movement on the side of the Flying Eagle Division.

From last night to the early hours of this morning, I didn't say that I would send someone to Mr. Huang's house to take a look, after all, Mr. Huang's thugs can't take care of the courtyard, and the servants of the Flying Eagle Division who are messing around must have delivered food in the past, so it's better not to go. Moreover, after the Yellow Catcher on the side of the Flying Eagle Division knelt down at the speed of light, he could vaguely guess what was going to happen next, and he chose to protect himself very knowingly.

After all, he didn't have much to do with it.

So when Wu Mourning and Wusheng Jian met again, Wusheng Jian was sitting on the big chair in the public hall of the Flying Eagle Division, like a master, directing the officials to entertain the lonely and widowed military families in the cell with delicious food and drink.

Not his money anyway.

It's public money.

These officials eat and drink on weekdays are reimbursed with public funds, he used to be reimbursed by the Xu family, but today it is rare to do good deeds, and it is cool to be generous to others.

"The play outside hasn't been sung yet?"

The lifeless sword flipped through the interesting official documents in the Flying Eagle Division of Moth Town as a pastime.

"It's almost time to sing, Master Huang is disgraced." When Wu Mourning mentioned the three words of Master Huang, his tone was very sarcastic, with a strong taste of sarcasm.

Huang Zhutou, who was waiting for the dispatch, couldn't help but feel bitter, and he might not have much better time in Moth Town in the future.

Wu Mian himself did not expect it.

I was going to leave Moth Town the next day, but I was able to participate in such a good show before leaving.

"It's good to be swept away, only when your face is completely swept away, when you, the captain of Suwutang's embroidered clothes, appear, they will see you as a savior, and then pinch and rub the circle is not all up to you." Wusheng Sword suddenly said curiously. "Have you really never been an official before? This trick is a set of tricks, and everything is expected. ”

"This corrupt official wants to be traitorous, and the clean official must be even more traitorous, otherwise how can he fight with corrupt officials?"

Wu Mian said such a sentence with a smile.

This sentence made both of them thoughtful.

It seems to be a very ridiculous sentence, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is really like that, if you are a clean official and not a traitor, it is normal to be played to death by corrupt officials, not to mention that you can defeat them. This translation is actually to know oneself and know that the other side will win all battles.

"Taught."

The lifeless sword shook his hand at Wu Mourning, and sometimes a sentence can really make people pause.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's just an official document from the Flying Eagle Division, to kill time, and to have fun." After Wusheng Sword and Wu Mourning became familiar, there was no shelf for the Nine Folds of Enlightenment, and the whole person slowly became kind and kind.

Since he found his long-lost flesh and bones, he is really getting more and more hopeful.

Wu mourned him, and it was very good to look at it.

If you have the opportunity in the future, you may not be able to leave an extra path for your son.

"Did you find any fun?" Feeling a little dry, Wu Mourning was not polite, and took a cup of tea and poured it into his stomach.

"Yes, there are a lot of ghosts and spirits in this place."

"Which ghost is it?" Wu Mourning is curious, isn't there any treasure here?

"It seems that it is Puhai, after the Xu family closes its doors, they will still come over, but it has stopped recently."

Wu Mian took the official document of the Flying Eagle Division and looked at it, and after sweeping it at a glance and ten lines, he thought it was quite interesting. In this world where ghosts, gods and humans coexist, sometimes they are clustered and scurrying, and you really can't judge. For example, in Zhenze Lake, there were ghosts and gods guarding the general's tomb at that time.

It's just that the limelight of that incident was overshadowed by the warriors.

There are not many nutritious things in these official documents.

Wu Mourning flipped over and passed.

Today's Zhuxia ghosts and gods, nine out of ten are made by lonely souls and wild ghosts, and it is estimated that nine out of ten have harmed people before, as long as they don't continue to do evil, Zhuxia temples will not continue to investigate. Besides, it is a very cruel account, that is, the temples of Zhuxia will not go to the liquidation of ghosts and gods for the sake of ordinary people at all, and it is simply clear who is more valuable on both sides.

Therefore, these ghosts and gods are running around, unless they are out-of-body inspections by strong minds, no one will care.

"The land lord doesn't look as honest as he seems."

Wu Mourning thought about it for a while, and suddenly said this.

In the matter of ghosts and gods, the land lord did not mention anything.

It is not difficult to understand what a small landlord can say and what cannot be said.

"It's just a big fluttering moth that becomes a sperm, it's normal for it to be dishonest, and you don't have to worry about it in the future."

"That's right."

"What are you going to do next?"

"Let's see if Song Shao has a tacit understanding, if there is, play a play, and let the insects spit out everything by themselves. If you don't, cut through the mess, I don't have much time to spend here. Wu Mourning said lightly.

His words really sent chills down the spine of Huang Zhutou on the side.

Wu Mourning's expression at this moment.

It's similar to Master Huang deciding which family is ruined in a few words, it is really a good reincarnation of heaven, and the sins he did were smashed back on his head in the unhappiness of the murderer.

"You're also a member of the Huang family?"

Wu someone's cold eyes glanced at him, and his gaze was like two knives quickly and accurately aimed at Huang Zhu's head.

God is still pitiful, Huang Zhutou would rather really face the two knives at this moment, than face the fierce gaze of Grandpa Wu, he tried his best to puff up his chest and answer the questions well, but he was afraid of missing the words in Wu Mourning's mouth, such as: Look upset, kill it.

His mouth stumbled, and the stammering Huang Zhutou finally got a sentence from Wu Mourning's mouth.

"If you look okay, you won't die, but if you turn it out and do something hurtful, let's talk about it."

Huang Zhutou, who was like a pardon, almost sat on the ground.

At this moment, he realized that he was already sweating profusely, it turned out that there really existed in this world the kind of murderer who scared others to death just by his momentum, this kind of person is definitely murderous, and he doesn't take other people's lives seriously. Fortunately, Wu Mian didn't have an idea about him yet.

He's safe, for the time being.

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In autumn, the Huang family, who were roasted under the sun, tortured and interrogated, and endured the saliva and even fists and feet of the people of Moth Town, finally came to the savior they longed for.

If you look closely, it is a captain in an embroidered uniform.

The face is white and beardless, I don't know where to get a folding fan, and the iconic sword is also hidden, looking like a Confucian general instead of a warrior.

"What? Do? Is there any royal law left? Is there any law? ”

Wu Mourning faced the surging crowd, but he was full of bureaucratic style.

A picture of the captain from my city is to punish the arrogant appearance of your group of lower riba people, this arrogant appearance, as if I want to slap the token of Suwutang on people's faces.

The name of this Suwutang is good.

The retired soldiers, who were still murderous, couldn't help but feel a little scared in their hearts when they looked at Wu Mourning who walked swaggering through the crowd.

That's the captain of Suwutang.

A warrior who specializes in dealing with martial artists!

Even if they are holding guns, the retired soldiers who have seen the masters in the army dispatch do not have the slightest sense of security in their hearts at this moment. For true martial arts powerhouses, in this environment, they still have a way to resist firearms and pounce directly on you to death, and you may only have one chance to pull the trigger.

That would make your death more dignified.

The martial arts powerhouses of the Zhuxia military are comparable to all kinds of horror movies when dealing with the natives who don't obey the cunning native barbarians at all.

Song Shao was stunned at the moment.

The brain is a bit of a mess.

The captain who came was actually an adult who was kind to him that day, and it was impossible for him to admit his mistake in that face, what should he do? Do you want to go on with it? No matter what, Song Shao didn't want to fight against his benefactor.

But when he noticed the look on Wu Mourning's face, which seemed to be smiling.

Song Shao's heart couldn't help but move, combined with the aura that he vaguely felt in the Huang family with his homework, he suddenly had a bold idea.

"What kind of system is this? Why don't you untie Master Huang and them soon? But I want to hear what you have to do with you. ”

Brought the Flying Eagle Division to the officer, and the arrogant and domineering martial arts mourning, anyone who saw it wanted to scold.

Dog officer!

(End of chapter)