Lord of the Desert

Chapter 339 Subversion
Hong Fan understood everything.

"So wind disasters and corvee labor are all caused by only one person."

He took a deep breath to steady himself and clenched his fists tightly.

"You can't say that."

Duan Tiannan's tone calmed down.

"Feng Chengyi also spent some manpower - one-third of this palace was newly built in recent years, and his Mahayana Yu has not yet been completed."

"But compared to the one at the top of the storm, Taotie'er is nothing."

While he was talking, five batches of people halfway up the mountain had already died.

Someone slumped to the ground.

Some people knelt down and kowtowed.

Someone rushed down the mountain regardless of the hemp rope restraints and was stabbed through by the tip of a gun.

Everything is still like a mime, with only expressions and movements.

But combined with the low and omnipresent wind roar, it is even more terrifying.

"Around two hundred people a day, that's five to six thousand people a month."

Hong Fan was forced to sit back and watch everything, feeling as if his heart was suffering from a lack of oxygen and his brain was lacking oxygen.

"For 20 years, human sacrifices, wind disasters, and exiles, the population of three counties was reduced from 800 million to half, but only for one person to learn martial arts?"

"Yes."

Duan Tiannan answered erratically, the red silk around his waist flying in the wind.

"That is the way to open the gates of heaven and become a saint through martial arts."

"Shit!"

Gu Yixin interrupted with a low shout.

Only then did Hong Fan realize that the dignified gun leader could also use dirty words.

Gu Yixin's emotions were instantly understood by him.

Based on compassion.

Based on the mind of right and wrong.

Indignation based on indignity.

Even based on the interests of the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow.

Hong Fan denied Fengjianke's approach from hundreds of angles, and distracting thoughts arose like a crucian carp crossing a river.

There is the moral criticism of "If you don't behave humanely, how can you be called a saint?"

There is a subversive spirit of "united will can change the day".

There are also people in Huaiyang who "sorrow for their misfortune and are angry for not fighting".

But almost instantly he realized they were meaningless.

Because morality is not an object in the real world, but the behavioral norms of human beings in common life - to put it more crudely, morality is roughly the compromise that individuals need to make to live in groups.

But when gods and mortals get along, some of them are not two-way compromises, but one-sided obedience.

Because fear is an indispensable companion for mortals.

Human beings are afraid, so they can change themselves to adapt to the environment.

Human beings are afraid, so they inevitably show weakness.

Hong Fan watched the sixth group of people being forced onto the ledge and asked himself.

If you lose your life star and martial arts;
If you grow up and live in this Yunlan City;
If the storm is ringing in your ears, you will see Arashiyama when you raise your eyes;
If you have seen a sudden flash from Fengyunding, it can leave a mile-wide whip hundreds of miles away...

In this case, even if everyone has resentment, how can they become rebellious?
【If others can’t, can I? 】

Thinking of this, the anger in his heart disappeared, leaving only the sadness of burning fire.

"What are you thinking?"

Gu Yi Xin saw Hong Fan trembling all over due to the wind, and expressed concern.

"I've thought about it a lot, but I don't know if it's right or not."

Hong Fan spoke slowly, having difficulty enunciating the words.

"As a class, warriors possess overwhelming violence."

He no longer cares about the words and sentences, nor whether Duan Gu and Duan Gu can understand them.

"Or productivity - although they're usually not productive."

"And Dahua's current top-down social structure is probably the result of adapting to this status quo."

"Everything is normal and reasonable..."

he laughed to himself.

"I'm the one who's abnormal!"

The laughter quickly faded, became hoarse, and was crushed by the wind.

Gu Yixin half-understood what he heard and wanted to speak, but couldn't.

The wind was blowing fiercely and non-stop for a moment.

The seventh group of people were herded like sheep onto the ledge.

At this time, Gu Yixin suddenly reached out and grabbed Hong Fan's wrist.

His palms were as hot as fire. "No, it's not all like this!"

Gu Yixin finally choked out half a sentence.

"I, I'm not..."

"Neither is Brother Duan!"

He didn't know whether he understood it correctly or not, and even stuttered because of it.

Finally, Hong Fan's rapid breathing gradually slowed down.

His loosened fingers clenched into fists again.

The storm swelled and puffed again.

Everyone is fed into the realm of impermanence.

A long dragon lit by torches goes down the mountain.

Storm, Lanshan, Fengyunding, Huaiyang Palace...

Everything is as usual, as if nothing happened.

Only a suffocating silence enveloped the three people on the glazed tiles.

Duan Tiannan was still the first to speak.

"You guys wait a moment, I'll be back as soon as I can."

He ducked down the watchtower.

About three or four minutes later, Duan Tiannan came back.

He went to the palace kitchen to get some food - a whole jar of stewed Buddha jumping over the wall, two roast chickens, and half a suckling pig with crispy skin.

These dishes were all hot and had obviously been simmered over the fire to prepare for the contingencies of the King of Huaiyang.

In addition to the hot dishes, Duan Tiannan also took three jars of good wine with sealing mud.

"Everyone drinks half a jar of wine first, and you each get a roast chicken. I'll work hard on the suckling pig."

He ordered in a big brother tone.

This time Gu Yixin did not refuse.

The three of them ate quickly.

Hong Fan drank half the jar of wine, which felt heavy in his stomach and restored some heat to his body.

He started to deal with the roast chicken again.

You can't taste the quality of the chicken in your mouth.

But the secretion of saliva and the slowly increasing feeling of fullness made Hong Fan regain some vitality.

As for the skeleton, the three of them threw it directly down the watchtower.

The building is too high, the night is too dark, and the wind is too strong, so no one will know.

Half an hour later, the Tianfeng army escorting the sacrifices had withdrawn far away from the palace.

Hong Fan regained the strength to talk.

"Why hasn't the matter at the top of the storm been announced to the world?"

In a hoarse voice, he asked the first question after the meal.

Duan Tiannan laughed when he heard this.

"There is only one state of impermanence in the world?

Only the Feng family has the Ten Classics?

Does Feng Jianke want to be a martial saint? "

He first responded with three questions.

"Besides, how to make an announcement? Who will listen?"

The big man wiped the lard from his mouth with the red silk from his waist and took another sip of wine.

Hong Fan was speechless.

When he asked this question following his emotions, he immediately felt that he was making a fool of himself.

How many people knew about and paid attention to many things in Africa, Eastern Europe, and the Middle East in the past life before they were revealed to the sky?

What's more, Dahua has no media except Dibao Internal Reference. Apart from word-of-mouth communication, information dissemination is just paper copying.

When Gong Heng talked to him about the bad economic situation in Huaiyang, the focus was only on the impact on business, not on the suffering of the people.

"Brother Hong, people can change."

Duan Tiannan sighed sadly.

"When I was a kid, Yunlan Fengjianke was not number one on the list; at that time, the world praised him for being bright and unrestrained, as smooth as the wind under a pine..."

“But aging is a poison that has no cure.”

“The longer a person lives, the more afraid he is of death—so much so that the shell on the outside is not broken, but the heart on the inside is rotten first.”

He said, looking up at the peak that was obscured by clouds.

"Living for the sake of living, panting for the sake of breathing, I'm afraid it's better to die, right?"

Duan Tiannan's voice suddenly increased.

"Senior Feng, what are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)