Bai picked up a book of divine skills, and Song Xuan was in a good mood.

Song Qian, a little expert in touching corpses, completed the task, wiped her hands with satisfaction, and then kicked Mu Langjun's corpse away.

"I can't understand this person's brain circuit, dare to run to our side to find out the news, how confident is this person in his own strength?"

Song Xuandao: "There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that the most dangerous place is the safest, and it is estimated that this person thinks so." ”

Ye Gucheng sighed twice, "This truth is not wrong, but there are more people in the rivers and lakes who know it, and this truth has become wrong."

Walking the rivers and lakes, experience is very important, but we should not be superstitious about experience. If you can't make the right judgment based on the specific situation and only rely on past experience to deal with things, you will only send yourself to a dead end! ”

Song Qian seemed to have an understanding, nodded and said, "In this way, this Mu Langjun is not unjustly dead. The three of us, no matter how you look at me, are the easiest to start, but he chose the most powerful one so much, and I admire it! ”

Song Xuan and Ye Gucheng glanced at each other.

Come on.

Even if Mu Langjun chooses both of us, it won't be your turn.

Atmospheric luck, you think it's a joke.

......

A lot has happened in the rivers and lakes lately.

In addition to Xuanyiwei reformulating the rules of order in the rivers and lakes, the most talked about event today is the story of the white-clothed people in the East China Sea.

In the past month or so, this white-clothed man from the East China Sea has risen from the East China Sea and killed all the way to the Central Plains.

And the latest news is that the man in white came to the Western Regions to fight the lord of the White Camel Villa, the old poison Ouyang Feng.

The decisive battle of such masters is naturally a grand event in the martial arts, and countless people in the rivers and lakes have set off one after another, rushing to the Western Regions from all over the Southern Song Dynasty, just to catch a glimpse.

The place of this battle was not Huashan, and the man in white chose the location in Zhongnan Mountain.

After learning the location of the battle, Song Xuan subconsciously frowned.

Because when he first came to the Southern Song Dynasty, his original plan was to practice penance in Zhongnan Mountain for several years, and the people in white specially chose the location here, so what was his plan?

After walking for several days, several people came to the periphery of Zhongnan Mountain.

In this area, the situation is complicated.

Within a radius of thousands of miles from Zhongnan Mountain, there are many tribal groups, although they are nominally the people of the Great Zhou, but in fact they are independent, and the ruling power of the imperial court has long been unable to radiate here.

Because of this, large-scale fights often occur between ethnic groups here.

For example, along the way, Song Xuan and the others have seen more than once that the two large ethnic groups of Mongolia and Jin people are fighting each other, and it is often a large-scale battle of tens of thousands of people, and the posture is similar to war.

"What a mess!" Song Qian sighed.

Ye Gucheng snorted twice, "These ethnic groups were only afraid of the strength of the Great Zhou and chose to submit to it, and they were not convinced in their bones.

If the imperial court had remained strong, they might have been more honest, but over the years, the imperial court's control over the local area has decreased year by year, and these ethnic groups are still tribes in name, but in fact they are no different from small countries.

There will be fights between them for land, for water, for people, for cattle and sheep, and the local prefect will turn a blind eye to this.

For the local officials of the Southern Song Dynasty, as long as these tribal groups did not raise the banner of direct rebellion, the government wished that they would fight each other and die more.

People who can't collect taxes are never considered human beings in the eyes of the government! ”

Song Xuan snorted and didn't say anything more.

If it is replaced by the Southern Song Dynasty in Chinese history, now is the time when the Mongols began to rise, and then the Mongols swept everything under the leadership of Genghis Khan and became a terrorist force that swept across the Eurasian continent.

But in this great world of martial arts, these so-called ethnic disputes, Genghis Khan Temujin, no one cares at all.

Even when Ye Gucheng talked about the struggle between the various ethnic groups, he only used a gibberish word to describe it, and no one took these small ethnic groups seriously.

There is no way, in the martial arts world, the value of personal force is the decisive force that determines the general trend of the world.

The real decision-making power in this world has always been in the hands of the top group of great masters.

Even though he is the Son of Heaven and nominally the lord of the world, in essence, he is just a spokesman for safeguarding the interests of the great grandmaster.

There are small fights in the local area, and the big masters in the imperial capital don't care at all.

If it really makes a big fuss, just a big grandmaster can be destroyed at will.

......

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, you can see that there are Mongols and Jin people fighting each other, blocking the foot of the mountain tightly, bloody and chaotic.

All around, many people in the martial arts are watching the play with weapons one by one, and some people even directly open bets to bet on the wins and losses between the two sides.

"It's open, it's open!"

"I bet on the Mongol Tartars to win, these people will have a better level of riding and archery than the Jurchen savages."

"I'm betting on the Jurchen savages, these guys can tear apart tigers and leopards alive with the strength of their bodies in the mountains and old forests, if they are close, the Tartars should not be opponents."

Looking at the chaotic scene around her, Song Qian asked in a low voice, "Brother, do you want to take care of it?" ”

Song Xuan asked rhetorically, "How to care?" ”

Although Xuan Yiwei has great power, he is mainly aimed at the warriors and officialdom in the rivers and lakes, and they have never interfered in disputes between local ethnic groups like this.

These are all matters of the local government, or in other words, the things that those civil officials in the court need to decide.

If everything needs to be worried about by his Xuanyi Guard, then what else does the court need to do, directly change the Xuanyi Guard's yamen to the imperial court.

Song Qian pointed to the two sides that were fighting in the distance, and it could be seen that some of the martial arts people who had placed bets, in order not to let the side they bet on lose, some had changed their clothes and mixed into the battlefield to fight.

"Brother, is this considered a person in the martial arts who killed the people? It should be under the jurisdiction of our Xuanyiwei, right? ”

Song Xuan shook his head, "What my Xuanyi guards protect are ordinary people who abide by the law. ”

He pointed to the two tribes who were fighting fiercely, "Which of these people do you think is good?" Which are the law-abiding ordinary people? ”

Song Qian glanced at the Mongols who pinned the golden people's heads to the waistband of their trousers, and then looked at the Jurchen savages who were covered in blood and tearing their tartars, and sighed speechlessly.

"I really don't know if I don't come to the Southern Song Dynasty, the place has become like this.

I know that the Great Zhou is very large, and it is not easy to govern, but seeing such a scene, I still want to say,

Those officials and lords of the court are really rubbish! ”

As she spoke, her lips moved, and she added, "Son of Heaven, it's even more waste!" ”