The cold wind howled, like a cool swishing knife.

Zhao Zhi's words are also like a ruthless carving knife, stripping Xia Zhiming's inherent concepts for more than ten years to the point that he is incomplete-

Zhao Qian changed his words and asked, "Xia Zhiming, how many spirit stones can your Xia family earn in Wenyang Mansion every year? ”

Xia Zhiming replied, "Probably...... There are more than a million of them. ”

Although he also estimated a number in his heart, when Xia Zhiming said it, Zhao Qian was still taken aback.

After all, Xia Zhiming has been in contact with the family business, and the income of more than one million yuan is only the income from the sale of spirit runes to various prefectures and markets in Qizhou, if you add the veins controlled by the Xia family and the taxes collected from the forces in Jibei, two million spirit stones can be collected every year.

That's two million spirit stones, not two million silver, even if it's ordinary silver, two million can be exchanged for thousands of spirit stones.

It seems like a lot, but in fact, there are not many behemoths of the Xia family, there are five hundred people up and down the Xia family, and the girls have ten spirit stones every month, which is fifty or sixty thousand a year. There are more than 40 relatives and nephews of the Xia family, and they have to take away 200,000 spirit stones every year.

It costs more than 100,000 spirit stones to maintain the courtyard, welcome guests, and take care of the shop; it costs tens of thousands of spirit stones to maintain friendship with Wenyang City; the remaining 1 million yuan will be handed over to Wenyang City, and 20% will be sent to the major factions of the Shangqing Sect in the East as a foothold......

After such a set, in fact, what really reached the hands of the Xia family was only seven or eight hundred thousand spirit stones. With such a huge income, Xia Zhengyang has to take out 200,000 yuan every year to purchase talisman materials, and the rest will be distributed to the Xia family's direct bloodline such as Xia Shuning and others, and in Xia Zhengyang's hands, it will be four or five hundred thousand.

Moreover, he also has to rely on these spirit stones to feed a group of mysterious forces......

A big family like the Xia family has to live within its means, not to mention the small floating light faction where Shi Qi is located.

Zhao Xuan said: "The Xia family has to take out 20% of their income every year to worship the Qizhou faction, you know this matter, right?"

"Yes. ”

"Then do you know that dozens of family sects in Wenyang Mansion, large and small, all have to hand over spirit stones to the Xia family, the Lingxi faction and other family clans?"

"Hmmm......"

"Guess, how much percent of the Fuguang Sect disciples will hand in?"

Xia Zhiming pondered for a moment and guessed: "Three...... Thirty percent?"

Zhao Qian stretched out five fingers and said unceremoniously: "It's fifty percent!"

Xia Zhiming was shocked: "How can there be so many?" I remember that the Xia family is generally only two out of ten......

Zhao Qian sneered: "The Xia family draws two out of ten, but when it comes to the ordinary disciples of the small sect, it is not the case, the elders of the sect have to eat a layer of kickbacks, and the top level of the sect will eat another one, and finally fall on Shi Qi and other ordinary disciples, it would be good to have half of the income of the spirit stones that have worked hard every year......

If you want to understand the tragic fate of Huaxia Sanxiu, you must understand the logic of the operation of the Huaxia Xiuzhen Realm system. The implementation of this system is a top-down process.

The big sect of Qizhou said that they would draw 10% of the resources as an offering; the middle sect took into account the way to make a profit from the upper and lower points and profits, so the 10% tax on the surface was quietly changed to 20%; so the medium sect told the small sect, you tighten my belt, and you must hand over 30% of the resources to me!

In the end, it was implemented on the heads of ordinary disciples, and the eleventh tax became half of the tax.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. Without enough spiritual energy, the monks simply could not maintain the huge consumption of the spirit body, and there were even foundation building monks who were stripped of the essence in their bodies because of the spentness of the spirit stones, and the essence in their bodies was emptied, so they cultivated back to the realm of qi refining......

This is called returning to poverty -

Heaven and earth are reversed, and the universe is turned upside down.

The constant turmoil, eternal instability and change in the cultivation realm, this is what distinguishes the ancient era from all previous eras.

All fixed and rigid relations and the ideas and opinions that accompany them and are respected are eliminated;

All newly formed relationships become obsolete before they can be fixed;

All that is sovereign and fixed is gone;

Everything that is sacred is desecrated.

The monks finally had to look at their future and their relationship with new eyes.

Therefore, Zhao Qian is quite sympathetic to a small sect like the Fuguang Sect to a certain extent. Because there is no lower level of small groups to exploit, so this kind of sect already belongs to the stage of "learning to answer", as soon as there is an order from above, it will be doubled and implemented, anyway, the resources handed over must be deducted from the disciple's mouth, and the deducted resources are naturally happy, and the harvest is not good, so it can also resist the risk of insufficient resources.

If the Fuguang Sect honestly collects 30% of the tax, if something happens on the day when the resources are paid, or the guards steal themselves or the treasure house is robbed, then who will they reason with?

Therefore, as long as the "Eleventh Tax" still exists, this kind of Floating Light Sect's layer-by-layer exploitation will never be resolved, it is still at the penultimate layer of the food chain of the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, and it can only survive by oppressing ordinary disciples and the living space of scattered cultivators.

Xia Zhiming also complained that he was not free in the family, no matter how free you are, can you have a bullied casual cultivation that is not free?

Eat to open your mouth, clothes to stretch your hand, can you have the hardships of overcoming thorns and thorns, and starting a business is difficult?

So, why does casual practice have a low status?

You don't pay resources, but you want to enjoy all the fruits of the establishment of the cultivation realm, how can there be such a good thing?

is an ordinary casual cultivator who was killed on the street under the rule of a certain sect, and almost no one cares about it, and the life of casual cultivation is not a fate.

Unless, like Xie Ting'an two hundred years ago, no one knows the famous name of the Chinese Sword Demon? No one will regard Xie Ting'an as a "loose cultivation" for eating and drinking, and the Mo family in the East China Sea, Penglai Xianshan and the like, seeing and hearing An have to obediently pretend to be grandsons. It is to spend hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to ask Xie Ting'an to be a guest, and people may not come.

To put it bluntly, the cultivation realm is still respected by strength, how can we gain the respect of the entire Qi Continent?

It's simple, go to Shangqing Sect to fight, and just come out alive.

As for Xie Ting'an, it was an existence that was politely sent out of the door after going to Xichuan Jianmen for several games......

After listening to what Zhao Zhi said, Xia Zhiming was silent.

Miss Xia sat on the boulder where Zhao was lying like a frosted eggplant, and said unwillingly: "According to what you say, is it just an empty word that the monk's purpose is to hoe the strong and help the weak, and protect the family and defend the country...... Is it meaningless to do what you and I do?"

Seeing Xia Zhiming's worldview collapsing, Zhao Zhi sighed faintly: "Words can't be said like this, all this you and I have done, of course, it is meaningful, no matter how many injustices there are in this world, you and I must believe that justice will always exist......"

"I don't understand ......"

Xia Zhiming's eyes were even more confused, what is this? The chivalrous righteousness I was looking for was all empty in the end?

"Let me tell you a story. ”

Zhao Zhi knocked on Xia Zhiming's head, sat on the boulder, and spoke to himself.

"I'm not from Wenyang Province. ”

"Oh?"

Xia Zhiming's eyes lit up, this was the first time Zhao Zhi talked about his life experience.

"I don't come from a family of cultivators, my hometown, far to the east, has a history of 5,000 years, and there are many legendary stories there......

Zhao Wei looked at the night sky, his mind seemed to return to that ancient civilization, and quietly recalled the national history of unremitting self-improvement, frequent wars, and many disasters.

The whole wilderness was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly except for a little light under his feet and the occasional sound of dead grass lapping on either side.

He said that the king of Shang was mediocre, and his loyal ministers dug their hearts to prove their innocence;

He said that Chang Hong, the Tibetan official of the royal family that week, was loyal to the sun and the moon, and after his death, he turned into a blue blood pill heart;

He said that the Chu State had been in the country for 800 years, hating the king's inaction, and Qu Yuan had thrown himself into the Miluo River;

He said that Taishi Gong endured humiliation and burden, and the pen was sharpened, and people were inherently dead, or lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai;

He said that at the end of the Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang, unparalleled national warriors, heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed manifolds, who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and green;

He said that the Ming Dynasty was in Zhongsu, thousands of hammers were chiseled out of the deep mountains, the fire burned if it was idle, and the bones were broken, and he was not afraid, and he wanted to leave his innocence in the world......

In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival.

For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood.

For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue.

"Changtai rested to hide his tears and mourn the hardships of people's livelihood...... I also have the good heart of the rest, although I have not regretted it even though I have died nine times......"

Zhao Zhi spoke heartily, and Xia Zhiming was also fascinated by it.

Life and death are small, and solar terms are big;

The head can be broken, and the faith is unyielding.

The national spirit with patriotism as the core is the spiritual pillar of the Chinese nation that has stood firm for thousands of years.

How many heroes and heroes have these people with lofty ideals inspired over the past thousands of years? In the era of war, how many people have illuminated the maze of life and death?

The three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman cannot win the ambition.

Xia Zhiming has the ambition to help the world, it's not her fault, it's wrong that the world is turbid.

"The world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk and I am sober, Miss Xia, are you willing to be such a person?"

"Yes......"

Xia Zhiming is a smart person, and he knows that his words have awakened this precocious girl and planted a seed in her heart......

Xia Zhiming asked discouragedly, "But, even if you try hard, it's still in vain in the end, right?"

Zhao Qian shook his head and said with a smile: "Before I came to Wenyang Mansion, the old people in my hometown had something to rely on, the young had something to grow, the widows and lonely people were all supported, and the common people lived a life of equality and peace and contentment......

"And that kind of place...... You're not lying to me, are you?"

Xia Zhiming said suspiciously.

Zhao Qian smiled: "Is there any benefit in lying to you?"

He said that the revolutionary teacher called on the proletarians of the world to fight together against the mediocre society;

He said that at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, the country was still breathing, and the father of the country raised his arms and shouted, and all the people with lofty ideals in the world responded;

He said that the great man of chivalry, the Huanghuagang Uprising, the seventy-two martyrs, will never return;

He said that the Great Revolution failed, the White Terror, and slaughtered the bloody heroes of the city;

He said that the founding Mao teacher used soldiers like gods, surrounded the cities from the countryside, and seized power by force;

He said that the 25,000-mile long march was full of red flags, and sparks could start a prairie fire;

He said that the enemy invaded, and all of them were united, and 40,000,000 people built the Great Wall of flesh and blood;

He said that in the battle of crossing the river, millions of heroes crossed the river, if the sky is loved, the sky is old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life;

He said that in that new era, the red flag rolled up the serf halberd, and the black hand hung the whip of the overlord, and dared to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky for the sake of sacrifice and ambition......

"The past is more than a thousand years, Wei Wu whipped the whip, and there is a legacy in the east of Jieshi. The bleak autumn wind is now again, and the world has changed ......"

“...... In this way, this troubled land was finally freed from exploitation and oppression, and with the efforts of several generations, all the people finally had enough to eat......

Xia Zhiming was still proud when he heard this, and subconsciously asked: "You say, can there be such a day of peaceful coexistence without disasters and difficulties in the Huaxia Cultivation Realm?"

"It will definitely ......"

Zhao and the others looked into the distance, the moonlight was quietly shrouded in thick fog, and there was darkness in front of them, and they couldn't see anything.

However, it will be beautiful after dawn -