'If you change the soup without changing the medicine, then change it is a fierce medicine. If we can't cure the disease, no matter how much the decoction is used for medicine, it will only become more and more violent, and we must cure the disease and the root of the disease.

The same is true of the rogue. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. If you can't cure the root cause, the rogues will also change the medicine like this, leaving a group of gangsters and then a group of fierce bandits.

To tell the truth, who can survive in a chaotic place like Qingzhou, who does not have a ruthless spirit, who is not afraid of death, and no one who is not afraid of death has survived.

But one side of the people raised by the water and soil, the rogue can't change the fierceness in his bones, it's really urgent, and the rogue can die more than anyone else.

Jimo killed 70,000 li, and then turned back, the fallen artemisia grass has not dried up, and the artemisia roots have sprouted.

Constraints! There are big and small constraints, and there are methods for constraints. The way of restraint lies in being fierce, accurate, and ruthless, and in violence, and violence can control violence.

However, the method of restriction is curing the root cause, and the root cause is endless, and the pus does not stop. In ancient times, there were gods who healed abscesses, cut flesh with a sharp knife, compressed the wound with strong wine, and completely removed the pus root before the pus could be cured.

The process of treating pus is fast, accurate and ruthless, and the method of treating pus is to cut off the root of pus.

Enlightenment and cultivation of truth, the enlightened path is the process of practicing the Tao, and the enlightened Dharma is the root of practicing the Dharma.

The way of restraint is still ignorant, and there is already a prototype.

Qingzhou is rampant, Koubi is wolf-poisonous, and there is only one root, the Tang family. The Tang family is the only holy place in Qingzhou, if the Tang family does not indulge in the rogue, how dare the rogues run rampant everywhere?

Yunzhou, which is millions of miles away, why the people are simple, why there is no desire and no dispute, the two words 'Chu family'.

There is a saying called 'upward and downward effect', the Tang family does not acquiesce to the rogue's indulgence, but asks the rogue if he dares to be wanton?

If you want to change the status quo, the best way is to ban the Tang family and establish a new force to let this force govern Qingzhou.

After that, he will punish the great cowards again to set an example, indulge in people's words, widely advise them, educate and educate them, and reshape the people's hearts.

In this way, Qingzhou can be saved.

Otherwise, even if Jimo kills a million miles, and then turns back, the grass is still green. The wildfire burns inexhaustibly, the spring breeze blows and grows again, he kills until he is soft, wastes the years, and can't kill the rising rogues.

This is a troubled time, people's hearts have long been distorted, and if you want to correct people's hearts, you can only solve them from the root.

"Tang family ......" is a murmur, with deep purple eyes.

If it is said that after seeing Jing Shou Village, the Chu family made him lose his desire to take revenge, then the Tang family, even if there is no hatred, he will be destroyed.

Jimo is not a scavenger, and he has no ability to change an era, but he has his standards, if he can't see it, he will do it, if he can't manage it, he will take care of it to the end.

What is the cultivation of the truth, the cultivation of the mind, this is the way of cultivation that Jimo comprehends, if you want to go against the heart, then what is the use of cultivating this body?

He walked away from the collapsed Cuiwei Mountain, all the way north, and half an hour later, he met the boy again.

The boy wandered around aimlessly like a lonely ghost, and this time the boy saw him, and he only promised, but in addition to fear in his eyes, there was also deep disdain.

Jimo still chose to listen to the young man's heart, the young man's heart was numb and distorted, and there was only one sentence, "Aren't you able to kill, there is still a nest of rogues on Xiaocuiwei Mountain, why don't you kill it?"

What makes a teenager, in just half a month, completely distort his heart and would rather go into the darkness.

There is nothing to say, the poor must have something to hate, but the hateful person may not have no pity.

Who would have thought that the same teenager half a month ago still had clarity and benevolence in his eyes.

Now, this is a walking corpse, insensitive, insensitive because of insensitivity, so inhuman.

Passing by, Jimo left, without looking at the young man, as if there was a cloud of air in front of him.

He left, and the young man smashed a mouthful of spit at his back, "Aren't you an immortal, can't you kill, there is still a nest on Xiaocuiwei Mountain, why don't you kill it, you don't have the courage to cowardice." ”

Of course, he didn't dare to say this in front of the immortals, but the immortals had already gone away, and it was still feasible to scold a few words to satisfy the little distorted and humble superiority in his heart.

Think about it in the future, he scolded the immortal back then, and the immortal didn't dare to scold him, and when he came to sit on the wheat straw mound, scald a pot of turbid wine, and pointed out to a bunch of rabbits in front of him, how it was back then, and how majestic it was.

Thinking of this, the young man obviously smiled proudly because of the beauty of the dream, and then a confusion flashed in his eyes, in the future, will there be a future? Can he have an aunt and a straw mound?

Although he walked far, how could he not hear the cold words of the young man that dissipated in the cold wind.

Behind, the young man was suddenly silent because of his stopping, broke free from the dream and confusion, and hurriedly lowered his head to hide the fear in the depths of his eyes. He didn't want to die yet.

Jimo paused, walked out again, the ant bit you, can you still bite back?

Only, either kill the ants directly, or ignore them. Jimo chose not to pay attention to it.

After a long time, except for the bleak cold wind on the wild, the young man did not hear any sound, and did not expect the punishment of the immortals.

He raised his head timidly, glanced forward, there was no one, raised his head again, and looked around seriously, there was really no one.

The young man let out a big breath of old anger, raised his foot and kicked the grass cage in front of him, broke a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said, "Scare Lao Tzu, hey, what about the immortals, you are still obediently scolded by Lao Tzu." ”

Immediately, the corners of the young man's mouth hooked, lying on the ground and looking up at the sky, imagining the impossible mother-in-law and aunt, the impossible show-off.

In the distance, the horses galloped, the smoke and dust billowed and the earth trembled, but the boy did not notice, he closed his eyes, hooked the corners of his lips, cocked his legs, kicked half of his straw sandals, and hummed an unknown and completely out of tune.

Dozens of horsemen rushed and stepped over the boy, leaving behind a mess of mud and a few bits of blood wrapped around the horse's hooves, and went into the distance.

The boy fell asleep, forever immersed in the dream.

Perhaps, he can meet an aunt-in-law, a wheat straw mound, and then one day in the future, when the sun sets, he will take a sip of hot turbid wine, and say to a pair of expectant little eyes in front of him, "I think of Lao Tzu back then, and I scolded the immortals......"

In the grass hut not far away, a trembling old woman with a dustpan will come out, scatter a handful of chaff, call the hen in the distance, and scold again, "Dead old man, I have blown this sentence in my life." ”

Then the old face was slightly red, looked back a little, and said proudly, "It was because of this sentence that he tricked me into bed." ”

Jimo stopped again, he felt the horse's hooves behind him, heard the last words of the young man, and even knew that the young man was dead, but he did not rescue him.

The body is dead, and there is almost a resurrection, and if the heart is dead, it is really dead.

Some people, can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, some people, eat one grape and can't eat the second grape, blame the person who gave the grapes for not giving him grapes, some people are like this, blame!

Hundreds of red-blooded scaled horses rushed from afar like flames, raising billowing dust and smoke, and the earth trembled, and then, the man on the horse pulled the reins, and the scaled horsemen stood up and neighed in the sky.

Hundreds of red-blooded horses, a hundred burly and strong men, stopped in a unified manner a hundred zhang away from Jimo, and their movements were uniform, forming a regular phalanx.

Immediately afterwards, everyone dismounted in unison, took off the tasseled helmet on their heads, hugged their left hands under their armpits, and walked towards Jimo in unison.

Hundreds of people, the momentum is soaring, as if thousands of troops and horses are crushing, murderous like a pillar, but ten zhang in front of Jimo's body, all the murderous aura disappeared, kicked, paused, and stopped neatly again.

Jimo Meifeng skimmed, well-trained sergeants, these hundred people, are soldiers who have really entered the battlefield of the secret realm, and they are killing weapons.

Among the hundred people, the worst soldier is also at the peak of the heavenly begging, and it is generally the Nian God Realm, the ten people at the front, the nine Dao together, one into the void, a terrifying combination.

He clenched his hands gently, if he really wanted to fight, he could kill everyone, but he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be injured.

In the neat queue, the man who was in the void came out of the ranks, took three steps forward, hugged his fist to Jimo, and shouted in a deep voice, "Serve the wine." ”

Four soldiers walked out, two holding wine, two holding bowls, and walking in front of Jimo and the big man respectively, standing firmly.

The soldier with the bowl came out of the bowl and turned to the ranks, and the soldiers with the wine poured the bowl full of spiritual wine and turned into the ranks.

The big man raised the wine bowl in his hand, held it high above his head, and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you are not afraid of poison, you can accompany you to the next one." ”

After that, the big man raised his head to drink, did not ventilate, and then turned the wine bowl upside down, no residual liquid fell, and then dropped the bowl. The action is bold, flowing and pleasing to the eye.

Jimo didn't look at the wine bowl, the corners of his mouth were hooked, the five fingers of the bowl were released, the wine bowl fell to the ground, and the crystal clear spirit wine was sprinkled in the air.

"Bell!"

The sea bowl fell to the ground, shattered, and knocked on everyone's heart.

"I don't drink. It's not because I don't have the habit of drinking with strangers, it's just because I don't have the habit of drinking with the Tang family. ”

In Qingzhou, there is only one force that can be mobilized to enter the void and form an army, the Tang family, and the other big guys, none of them can do it.

Back then, it was Lao Mo who was first discovered by the Tang family in the Eastern Wilderness, and he was the first to make a move to the master, and he still remembered that the person's name was Tang Muyu!

The tiger eyes of the big man in the void shimmered slightly, and all the soldiers took a step forward, the murderous aura was rolling, the earth cracked, the crack stopped in front of the toes of Jimo, the direction changed, and rushed towards the big man who entered the void, and completely disappeared in front of the big man's feet.

"Silence!"

The big man turned his head and drank, and all the soldiers took a step back, and they would reach the original starting point again, as if they had never moved.

"I see, it's a presumptuousness. The big man smiled, and the knife marks on his face curled up like meat worms, "Daoist friends dare to bet with me, if you don't drink it now, you will definitely drink it in the future."

You know, these are the only two jars of drunken immortal brew I have left, and I am not willing to take out any old things. ”

"I would be honored to say that. Jimo Xing's eyes were calm, his clothes were raised, and he lay at his feet again.

"No, I mean, he who drinks wine, deserves good wine. The big man smiled, "In the lower Tang Mulong, I haven't consulted the Daoyou Immortal yet." ”

"Mu Bai. ”

"It's getting late, and the grasslands are full of wolves. If you don't give up, you are willing to go to Xiaocuiwei Mountain with me. ”

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[PS: 1. Wutong has absolutely no other meaning to the surname Tang, in fact, Wutong has many friends surnamed Tang, this is just a code name, and I hope that there are Taoist friends with the surname Tang, don't be angry.

2. The young man reminded Wutong of the former countrymen, sighed a few more words, and hoped that all Taoist friends would forgive me. 】