Tang Luo turned his head and looked at the person who scolded him loudly in confusion, this was a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar, wearing a dark blue robe and was extremely neat, which was very different from the ragged appearance of ordinary people.

It can be seen that this should be a very famous figure, and with his words, the crowd resounded with a commotion.

The middle-aged man saw Tang Luo turn around, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Since we listened to Tianjiao's words and hid in Chixia Mountain, Tianjiao should be responsible for us." But two whole months have passed, and you have not shown any words, and you have refused to take out even a single cent of supplies, leaving us to fend for ourselves! The bitter winter is approaching, and the people are short of food and clothing, and there is no tile to cover their heads, and now the plague is raging everywhere. We thought that the appearance of Tianjiao was a savior, but not only did you not provide any assistance, but you also sent street thugs to force free people to become domestic slaves! Gongzi Luo, do you think you are worthy of the praise of the people of Xiling, the name of the Buddha of the Ten Thousand Families!?"

Shaking the vocal cords with spiritual power, although these words were not as good as Tang Luo's magical powers, they still covered a range of several hundred meters, and the crowd was in an uproar, and some people seemed to be instantly persuaded by the middle-aged people, and they also echoed the words.

"Yes, Tianjiao, help us, we have no food, and we can't live anymore. ”

"Please Tianjiao give me some elixir, my daughter has been vomiting and diarrhea for two or three days, she is only five years old, please be merciful. ”

For a while, the already quiet crowd began to make noise again, and everyone begged Tang Luo bitterly, whether it was food, or elixir, or mattress or shelter.

Starting from a few dozen people, and then growing to a few hundred, the people behind heard the prayers of the people in front of them, and they also began to shout loudly, and the crowd that had just regained its calm became extremely noisy again, and Tang Luozhi frowned.

The middle-aged man felt the excitement of the crowd behind him, as if he had infinite strength, like a real celebrity, pointed at Tang Luo's nose and said loudly: "Listen, the people were forced to such a field, all because of your insensitivity, if you still have a trace of conscience, you should take out the food elixir, suppress the plague, and feed the victims!"

"Suppress the plague and feed the victims!"

"Suppress the plague and feed the victims!!"

The last eight words seemed to have magical powers, and people repeated them loudly, as if in this way they could obtain elixir and food.

Tang Luo listened to everyone's uniform slogans and looked at the triumphant middle-aged man, which was really angry and funny.

In fact, in his philosophy of life, although helping the weak cannot reach the highest ones, it is also in a relatively high position.

Why would he sympathize with the weak, because in them Tang Luo could see his once powerless self.

Therefore, he will feel sorry for the suffering of the people, sympathize with the difficulties of the young people in Wutang, and even care for the servants at home.

But this kind of mercy is only manifested in the face of the real weak.

In Tang Luo's view, the real weak are those who have a minimum of self-knowledge and cherish and be grateful for the help of others as a life-saving straw in their hearts, rather than some "pseudo-weakling" who are morally kidnapped and coerced by the strong to increase their own help.

The biggest characteristic of these "pseudo-weakling" is that they are self-centered, carrying the banner of the weak, asking the strong to give directly or more, without a trace of gratitude, as if everything is taken for granted.

Among the tens of thousands of people gathered in the Du clan's land, most of them were poor people who really needed help, and they had no way to rely on their own strength to survive this natural disaster, so what Tang Luo was doing now was planning for them, but there were also some people in the crowd who were not so weak.

For example, the middle-aged scribe in front of him, looking at the polite but the four nines on his head can not be faked, and a peak of transformation is instigated in the crowd, which is nothing more than because he is unwilling to give up his freedom, and most of the first to respond to the middle-aged people in the crowd are some "refugees" with cultivation.

These people took advantage of the psychology of the refugees who had reached the end of their rope and incited them to put pressure on Tang Luo together, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, like a giant hammer, smashing the hearts of the people in the Du clan's land.

But after more than ten years of penance in martial arts, Tang Luo's skills in this life are not used to retreat, the immortal battle body is running again, and the silver gray giant appears on the ground, sitting down cross-legged, just quietly watching everyone shouting slogans, his eyes are calm without a trace of waves.

He wanted to see how long this group of people was willing to delay this stupid thing, and how many people felt that they could shout slogans to force themselves to comply.

Even when a giant like a hill sits cross-legged, it is as tall as a house, and even from a long distance, people can clearly see the face that looks like Tang Luo, and the expressionless coldness of the face.

People looked at the giant's expression, and their hearts suddenly stopped, and then became weaker and weaker, and even some of the most eyeless civilians were pulled by the people around them and stopped making a sound.

The middle-aged man watched Tang Luo suppress the excitement of the crowd just by sitting, and he was secretly anxious in his heart, and his eyes rolled and his heart rose again, and he really wanted to open his mouth when he heard the giant raise his voice.

"Since you don't shout, I'll say it again. The silver giant sat cross-legged and was three meters high, his strengthened eyes almost saw the end of the crowd, and said coldly: "Become my servant, you can receive food, elixir, and house, and you will no longer have to starve and freeze." Did I make it clear?"

As an adult who has completed the crown ceremony, he needs to build his own local power, and compared to the careful selection of ordinary sons, he intends to collect all 1.6 million free people under his command.

For ordinary people, it is a hundred times more comfortable to invest in the command of a strong prince than to be a free citizen, especially this son still has the reputation of the first day of Xiling, but in the logic of the weak, the thought that they are going to lose their freedom and become servants is naturally unwilling, even if their original life is not as good as that of clan servants.

"Those who are willing to tie strips of cloth to their foreheads, and wait here, and those who do not want to be subordinates go away on their own. The giant said coldly: "Now, choose!"

The crowd looked at me, I looked at me, bowed their heads in resignation, for most of the ragged victims, they were covered with scattered strips of cloth that only needed to be torn off to tie to their foreheads.

For a while, the sound of tearing cloth became one, and there were many civilians with strips of cloth tied to their heads in the crowd, and the middle-aged man heard the sound behind him, and his heart was furious, and he raised his voice: "Everyone, slow down! Once this strip of cloth is tied to you, it will become Tang Luo's private property, and there will be no freedom at all, that is, you have lived to this day, and your descendants will be enslaved, are you really willing!"