On the official road to the Azure Province, the floating clouds in the sky gathered and scattered again and again, no one knew how many. The bright and beautiful sunlight fluctuated between the mountains. The mountain breeze blew across the land like waves of rice. This year was not bad, the golden rice spikes bent heavily in the wind was very pleasant. The two men standing on the mountain looked down at the beautiful scenery. They didn't know that on the other side of the mountain, during the autumn harvest, the tenants would vomit blood every day.
It was not easy to survive in this world. The farmers were sweating profusely, ignoring the passersby around them. The overseer, who was standing in the pavilion drinking tea, couldn't wait to finish his task and return home to have fun. The overseer immediately rushed down like a wolf and tiger, lashing out at the labourers to force them to speed up their pace. Who would have the time to waste on such a hot day like this?
The farmers seemed to have suffered enough and could only bear the pain in silence as they turned a deaf ear to the man's actions. Although this man was despicable, as long as they didn't offend him, they could at least eat some food. The pain would be gone after a bit of patience. No one protested or said a word. However, as an outsider, Si Yuan couldn't take it anymore. Could it be that this person's heart was dark? How could he be so tyrannical?
Scholar Xiao originally wanted to stop him, to let him do less than necessary. In this world, there were too many unfair things, and people only had their hands and feet, so how could they control them? If these sharecroppers could survive, how could they continue to engage in those senseless struggles? Humans were born unequal. Whether they were noble or inferior, they would die eventually. However, this social class had never changed. Wherever there were rich or poor. Outsiders were people who could control others for a time. They could save the people while they lived, but they could not control the lives of others. Although thinking far and wide was kind, he could not see through the principles of this world. Only through these experiences would he be able to gain enlightenment and face life with a smile. It is foolish to do things in life without doing them. To let him touch the wall was beneficial to his cultivation in the path of the sword.
Siyuan rushed over and stood in front of everyone, loudly berating the overseer for his hateful actions. The other party became completely baffled. Where did this child come from? As an adult, how could a child know anything? One of the parents did not take care of his child, so when he saw his bald head, he turned out to be a young monk. Today, I will open up the house for you.
By the time Daoist Priest Xiao realized this, there were already several bloody lines on Siyuan's face and body. However, he did not retreat a single step. His shiny black eyes were filled with anger and unyielding spirit.
The people behind him stopped what they were doing and watched. No one helped. However, two of them came up and grabbed his hands and feet, preventing him from breaking free. They ingratiated themselves by letting the supervisors use all their strength to show off their might.
The supervisor scoffed and said, "You bastards finally understood what's going on." Then he shouted at Siyuan, "If it wasn't for the fact that you're a little kid, I'd beat you to death!" Before he could finish his words, he viciously kicked at him.
Siyuan hit a few wheels on the ground, almost rendering himself unable to stand up in pain. He did not know much about the world of adults, but he had experienced the power and ruthlessness of adults.
With a cold expression, Scholar Xiao walked over and stared at the supervisor as killing intent exploded out of him. A burst of coldness washed over the other party. Although the middle-aged man didn't make a move, the killing intent in his eyes was enough to make one wish for death. Then the man saw the sword stuck in the man's waist. There were many strange things going on in this world. Could it be that this person was going to have a grudge with a small figure like him?
"Hit yourself twenty times, I want to see blood!" With a cold snort, he pulled Si Yuan up from the ground to examine his injuries. Fortunately, he was not too injured, otherwise, it would not have been a slap to his face. It was just the tender skin of a child, and the bloodstains on its face were really shocking.
The overseer laughed out loud, "Where did the barbarians come from? How dare they make fun of us? Do you know who I am? "
Scholar Xiao's heart ached as he saw this. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he instantly drew his sword. In the blink of an eye, the overseer's eyes were still rolling in panic as a large head fell off his shoulder. Blood gushed out like a geyser, seeping into his body. Not long later, blood splashed all over the ground. Those people who had acted arrogantly just now were immediately scared to the point of peeing their pants. They kneeled on the ground and begged for mercy, afraid that they would start a massacre if the killing god disagreed.
When Siyuan saw this tragic scene unfold before his eyes, he screamed out in fright.
Scholar Xiao's eyes swept across the people on the ground before he roared: "All of you, scram!" Those people were frightened out of their wits. They scattered like birds and scattered like beasts, disappearing without a trace.
"Why did you kill him?" Siyuan cried, his tears blurring.
Scholar Xiao stared at him and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"I'm not in pain. Compared to the man you killed, I'm still alive. Why are you so cruel? Yet, just because someone said something bad, you killed them all? " Siyuan only felt that the middle-aged man before him was too terrifying. Killing people was like killing chickens and dogs. In their eyes, life was child's play. Whoever's life was not their life, this was something that the concept of being merciful and not killing could not tolerate.
"Very good! I hope you remember what you said today. " Saying this, Scholar Xiao no longer wasted any more words and continued on his way. He knew that there were some things that could not be explained with words. If a person could not live to see another day, he would be willing to show grudges, kill, and be decisive. If he showed mercy and walked in the martial arts world, he would be in danger of death. Some people live for the evil side, others live for the sake of death. What's wrong with killing with one sword? In this world, there was only one less villain to kill.
Scholar Xiao lifted his leg and walked away. On the way, he saw that Siyuan seemed to be completely distracted. He coldly said, "If it doesn't hurt, then let's go."
Siyuan still wanted to accuse ShiYan of his brutality, but when he saw ShiYan's stare, his anger died down and he dared not to make a sound. He could only lower his head and silently follow.
The cool autumn wind blew recklessly in the mountains, the bamboo forest by the side of the road blew layer upon layer of mountains, the green mountains were glistening, and the stone roads of the distant mountains meandered in the mountains. There were few signs of life, and the mountain path was wet and slippery. If one was not careful for even a second, they would fall. However, the mountain cliffs that reached into the clouds gave one a life-threatening chance.
Even though Spiritual Master Xiao was an expert with great courage, he did not dare to act rashly. He even had to pay attention to Little Siyuan's actions. This section of mountain road was no less dangerous to ordinary people than the path to heaven. However, those who practiced martial arts had to face all sorts of difficulties and dangers. With just a single step, they would be able to change the course of their road. There is no difficulty in the world, never a small step to a thousand miles.
It was simply a dream for Wang Shan to see a dead horse and climb the mountain range for ten days or half a month. The sunset in the afternoon of the day was suddenly gone, and the silence of the mountains in the twilight was palpable. From time to time, there would be roars and roars of wild beasts that would come from the jungle, causing people to feel indescribably terrified. The night owl gave a low, soundless cry in the sky. It was already late.
The old and the young could no longer travel, and they could only spend the night in this forest where danger lurked all around. It was hard to sleep in this day with the sky as the seat.