However, Zhao Chuanxin's sentence "Wait for dark" made Li Feihu fall into infinite reverie.

In the stinky and dark cell, it seems that a free and fresh wind penetrates, and a clear starlight penetrates.

The wind is very light, the light is very light, it is difficult to grasp, and it makes people itch unbearably.

But no matter how Li Feihu asked, Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer.

He was just a rough man with some knowledge, and he had to pace back and forth in his cell to suppress the grass that grew in his heart.

And Zhao Chuanxin has fallen into the world of the Old God Codex.

[The war has been protracted for a long time, and today, a few months later, it is finally coming to an end. 】

During this period of time, Zhao Chuanxin lived a very regular life, and he had to flip through the "Old God Codex" every day.

However, it seems that the role that "I" should play in the mighty Shadow Forest War has been played, and the remaining part is only the leftovers of the war.

[The scales of victory are gradually tilting in favor of the forest elves, beetles, bearmen, birdmen, druids, and city-states.] 】

Today, I'm patrolling the North with the Dead, my siblings, and the Elven Scouts. 】

[The mourning spirit said to me: My power is spreading, and we must embark on a journey to find the old sacred altar as soon as possible. 】

The war is not over yet, and Zhao Chuanxin can't let "me" leave at this time.

After all, the Old God Cauldron Brand hasn't arrived yet.

He writes:

[I said: The war is about to be won, let's wait.] 】

[At this moment, the mountains suddenly shook, and the sun in the sky was covered with a hazy layer of blood, staining the entire sky red. 】

[The mourner's voice trembles: I feel a powerful and familiar force in the direction of the ancient road, and it seems to be awakening. 】

The Ancient Way?

Zhao Chuanxin remembers that "I" have been to this place.

Benjamin Goldberg's Ecstasy Lamp was taken from the Night's Watch of the Path of Hell, where the Ancient Path docked.

[The elven scout said: Let's go back and ask the patriarch, and with his wisdom, he may be able to solve our doubts.] 】

When we return to the Forest Elves, the Beetle Chief, the Druid Chief, the Bearman Chief, the Birdman Chief, and the city-state generals have gathered. 】

[Because of my contribution to the war, the beetle clan patriarch said to me: Fearless Pioneer, you are already qualified to participate in the meeting of the six clans, let's listen together.] 】

[The forest elf patriarch said: I read in the history books of the forest elves - when the sky is covered with blood and the sun is dyed red, it is a sign that a new god is about to awaken. This may be the last struggle of the remnants of life.

The history of the Old Gods is so old that humanity remembers them in a blurred memory.

The history of the new gods runs through the rise of civilizations, whether it is hope or disaster, unpredictable.

We need to prepare for the worst, if the awakened new gods are about to bring great calamity to Middle-earth, and all races must resist this calamity together. 】

[Today's meeting of the six clans is an oath of life and death. 】

[It is a matter of the survival of all ethnic groups, everyone is a blood alliance, and I have also put a bloody handprint on the contract. 】

[After the meeting ended, the forest elf patriarch said to me: Fearless pioneers, the snake people, bee people, and ant people have bypassed the northern border and migrated towards the western blood wasteland. The Treants retreated into the depths of the Shadow Forest, surviving under the Ancestral Spirit Peak. The old war is over. As promised, I will reward you with the Old God Cauldron Brand! 】

Zhao Chuanxin felt that his left arm was very itchy, rolled up his sleeves, and saw that there were two more diamonds on his forearm, connected together, and there was a vertical mark in the middle.

It's not a tattoo, it's not a scar, it looks like a birthmark, but it's regular.

Fill your mind with how to use it.

He spread out his palm, and the energy of the old sacred fire poured into the crucible, and the flames "soared" in the palm of his hand.

The flames rose and disappeared faster, and the prisoners seemed to be dazzled by a flash in the pan.

[The mourning said to me: Now that the war is over, it is time for us to set out. 】

[I asked the mourners: Where are we going?] 】

[The mourning spirit answers: We are going across the ocean to the cursed desert in the far east, and it is rumored that the desert emperor has a treasure that he will put to his death.] If I'm not mistaken, it should be the old sacred altar. 】

[The elven scout interjects: Dreadnought Pioneer, take me with you.] I'm going to hone myself on an adventure, and when the new gods awaken, Middle-earth will usher in great changes, and I'm ready to fight the gods! 】

[I, my brother and sister, and the elven scouts set out on a journey to the port. 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" and looked at his watch, the sun had almost set.

At this time, the jailer brought a few pieces of hard buns, which were craggy and shriveled as if the wind had been blown by the wind for a spring and autumn loess.

Because the cell was pitch black, the jailers did not notice that there were dead inside, the stench also masked the blood, and the survivors did not dare to warn them.

When the jailer left, someone cowered and said, "Dao Chief, the weather is hot, and the dead will stink." ”

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the bun inside: "It's okay, I'll leave if I don't wait for the stinky poor road." ”

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was not interested, the rest of the people grabbed the hard bun.

Li Feihu had something on his mind and couldn't eat.

He asked from time to time, but Zhao Chuanxin never answered.

At this moment, he changed the topic and asked in a low voice: "Dao Chief, those scholars all say that the constitution is constitutional, what are the benefits of the constitution?" ”

thought that Zhao Chuanxin would remain silent, but to Li Feihu's surprise, Zhao Chuanxin finally spoke.

He said, "Have you seen the play?" ”

Li Feihu seemed to see the bright moth, and hurriedly responded: "I have seen it, every time there is a smoke party, the opera troupe gathers, and often sings on stage in Liangzhou." ”

Since the 60s of the last century, the Qing court began to collect flower taxes in Liangzhou.

The so-called flower tax, that is, the opium tax.

And Liangzhou is the concentration of opium on the West Road.

Zhao Chuanxin had not seen a large opium field before, but the Qing court collected three times the tax of the people.

Zhao Chuanxin can be burned with a fire, which is equivalent to cutting off the livelihood of the farmers in Liangzhou.

It's not that the peasants want to plant, it's that they have to.

It's like an endless loop.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that his teeth were itching, so he encouraged Wang to change his name to rebel.

In the final analysis, this matter has to be solved at the root.

After listening to Li Feihu's words, Zhao Chuanxin said: "When people watch opera, they generally like to watch two things - one is that traitors harm loyalty, and the other is that talented people love girls. ”

Li Feihu next to him slapped his face: "Ah." ”

Isn't that it?

Zhao Chuanxin said: "But the emperor generally only cares about two things - to prevent the people from rebelling and collect money from the people." ”

Li Feihu gritted his teeth: "That's right!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin was kind and inducing: "You don't understand if you talk too much." But historically, the cycle of chaos has come and gone in four steps - land annexation, natural disasters and production reduction, barbarian invasion, and privilege corruption.

In the sky above the dictatorship of imperial power, two ghosts will always hover - one is Dong Zhongshu's imperial power, and the other is Shang Ying's profit.

In this way, there will be no vertical and horizontal decentralization, and without the shackles of the cage, the emperor and the earth emperor can do whatever they want.

To establish a constitution is to close the cage for the emperors. ”

Zhao Chuanxin said very simply, but it was all on point, even a big old man like Li Feihu could listen to it with relish, and he could understand it all.

There was a burst of exclamations from the cell over there: "Brilliant! ”

"The Taoist is indeed a man of the Tao!"

"Well, I can understand this, and it's more than a step better than those poor and sour!"

Li Feihu and the others were amazed for a long time, and he thought of another question: "Dao Chief, can the constitution solve the hardships of the people of Liangzhou?" Can you reduce the tax burden? Can you not grow opium? ”

The people of Liangzhou are too bitter, they pay taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and it has been two years since the great drought in the sky, and now it has reached the point of cannibalism.

Physically, and spiritually, they need a sustenance.

Even if it's ethereal.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him rhetorically: "You are locked in a cage now, let me ask you, are you willing?" ”

"Ah......h

It makes sense.

They have different positions, they think that constitutionalism can solve all problems, but they don't ask the people in cages how they feel.

"Dao Chief, how should I solve it?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "There is such a tiger, I don't want to be locked in a cage, and I want to go around swaggering and eating people, how do you say to break it?" ”

Li Feihu blurted out: "Kill the tiger!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin was very satisfied.

Just hooligans, as not much.

But it would be nice if the hooligans could have some culture.

He smiled and continued: "Li Feihu, can you remember what I said? ”

"Yes, every word of what the Taoist chief said, Li will remember it in this life."

Just remember it, and remember it and it spread.

At least let those mud-legged people who dare to stand up and face the dripping blood when they are about to starve to death, know why they are fighting.

Zhao Chuanxin told them some very simple and easy-to-remember truths.

He looked at his watch again: "Okay, it's time, Poor Dao will take you out......"

(End of chapter)