Yue Ji

Chapter 106 Wei Luo's Counterattack

Hey, I updated nearly [-] words today. I am a good boy and should be rewarded.So let out a roar, begging for a pink ticket——

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The meadow became quiet.

The discussion became smaller and smaller. Gradually, the musicians stopped playing. Gradually, there was only the sound of 'crackling' when the torches were burning.

Everyone looked at Wei Luo.

Yes, they looked at Wei Luo.

The 500 years of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, no, not only the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, but also the West at the same stage. In the eyes of the world, a slave is a slave!

Slaves are equal to cattle!Slaves can be killed at will!Slaves do not have the right to speak, and do not even have the right to salute ordinary magi.

This is a deep-seated belief.

But now, Wei Luo, who is a slave, scolded the tenth son who was a son in an extremely disdainful, arrogant and excessive tone.

If Wei Luo hadn't been a noble person, if Wei Luo hadn't been known to the world, he had been a magi.Even when Mr. Jingling opened his mouth to protect him just now, he did too much.

Yes, on such an occasion, it is too much for the master to speak for the slave.This is like the consequences of a king being bitten by a dog, but the owner of the dog, the king of another country, refuses to hand over the dog and even defends the dog's behavior.

This is a provocation, a naked provocation.

Fortunately, Wei Luo used to be a noble person with a virtuous name.Such people themselves are different from ordinary slaves.Therefore, the humiliation felt by Master Shi is not so unbearable, and the behavior of Master Jingling's defense is not so out of bounds.

But having said that, no matter what, Wei Luo is already a slave, and if a slave talks about a son like this, things can't be so good.

In the silence, the Fifth Young Master who was sitting on the main seat spoke, with a smile on his dark and thin face, staring at Young Master Jingling, he said slowly: "Eighth Brother, your slave speaks rudely, if you stop here, I'm afraid the Tenth Brother will Laugh for the world."

As the master, he just said this sentence in a deep voice.

With a bang, the other young master who was sitting with ten young masters stood up. He stared at Jingling young master, and said in a sinister manner, "Eighth brother, you are as powerful as a young master, this slave should kill you!"

As soon as the young master finished speaking, the other young master also stood up. He folded his hands and said loudly to the young master of Hanling: "The eighth younger brother stands in the world with prestige. As the eighth younger brother is a virtuous brother, he knows that brotherly love is indispensable. It must be killed here."

The three sons spoke aggressively, one sentence after another, they all wanted Wei Luo to die.

Wei Luo knelt on the ground and slowly straightened up.

It's been three years since she came here, and it's not that she doesn't know the consequences of what she said just now.But she couldn't control it, she really couldn't control it.

She really couldn't stand such a disgusting person touching and touching herself.Besides, she also has some small abacus.

Another young master stood up, and when he was about to speak, he saw that everyone turned their heads. Following everyone's gaze, he saw the slave named Wei Luo standing up.

Yes, Wei Luo stood up.

In the eyes of everyone, Wei Luo took a step back, she folded her hands, and saluted everyone as if she was still a magi.After saluting, Wei Luo raised his head, and Mo Yu glanced at everyone with clear and clear eyes, and said loudly, "What's the head? It can be taken off with a single sword! Why fear death? It can be tied with a rope." She Having said that, he suddenly smiled.

Master Jingling turned his head and looked at her blankly, looking at her very clear and calm smile which was completely different from the past.Wei Luo smiled lightly, and said loudly: "In the world, we are ashes like grass and trees. However, Wei Luo is afraid of death? Fear!" She said loudly that she was afraid of death, raised her eyebrows, and said proudly : "Wei Luo was born as a nobleman, with the talent of a virtuous man. Because of his lord's false faith, he became a slave. So what about a slave? He shrinks back on his own, even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go! My sons, because of Wei Luo's vain words today, I want to Put Wei Luo to death. Chi--"

When she said this, she let out a sneer, "However, the people of the world, the reason why they are called scholars, is that they have the arrogance of being willing to bend rather than bend! They have the arrogance to despise the rich and powerful! They have the arrogance to distinguish right from wrong, to do something, and not to do something! Wei Although Luo died in the name of a slave, fear that future generations will speak of him, but he is still a dignified man! And you young masters, fear that the world will laugh at you!"

Wei Luo's voice was loud and imposing like a rainbow, and she took a step forward slowly. She walked in front of Mr. Jingling, knelt down, lay forward, stretched out her head, and said loudly: "Mr. Difficulty, here is the head, please take it!"

After saying this loudly, Wei Luo, who lowered his head and lay motionless on the ground, tightly pressed the bamboo sword in his sleeve pocket.

In total silence, Young Master Jingling stared at Wei Luo quietly.

The corners of his mouth twitched a little.

Yes, the corners of his mouth were twitching.

Among all the people, he is the only one who understands Wei Luo, and he is the only one who can tell that Wei Luo's words are impassioned on the surface, but every word has a thorn in it.

Wei Luo, a kid, pointed out in an impassioned manner that he was afraid of death, but in some cases, he would rather die than surrender.Why, because although she is a slave, she is a sage who has made no mistakes, has status and talent, but she was misjudged as a slave by the "master's false belief".

Therefore, she does not admit that she is a slave, she considers herself a scholar.Because she is a scholar and not a slave, she has the right to stick to her point of view and stick to her character.

Then, she kept saying that she was proud and upright, and kept saying that as a 'scholar', she would rather bend than bend, despise the rich and powerful, and tell right from wrong.She is arousing the resonance of all the sages and all the swordsmen!

Not only that, but she also said, "I shrink back from myself, even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!" ''Distinguish right from wrong, do something and not do something'.When she puts her behavior at the highest point of morality, even if the Marquis of Jin is here, he will not dare to kill her!Can't kill her!

Because if you kill her, the son who quarrels with her will be spit on by the wise men of the world!
As I said earlier, this era is an era that likes to argue.What are the skills of famous masters such as various schools of thought?It became famous in later generations as "a white horse is not a horse" and so on, which is completely absurd. At least, it is a spat of words that is of no benefit to the country's politics and people's livelihood.

But this is the case, this kind of useless argument is also carried forward in this era, and it has established a school.why?Because people at that time established their own world outlook and outlook on life through debate.A point of view is true if there is no way to refute it.

Like Wei Luo now, after she said such a thing, the person who wants to kill her must first convince her, and by the way, convince most people to execute the sentence.If you want to forcefully kill her regardless, you will be laughed at by the world, despised by the world, and not tolerated by wise men and swordsmen, and will be recorded by the historian for future generations to scold.

If it weren't for this kind of world situation, there wouldn't be so many people in this era who tease the monarch in the palm of their hands.The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, which can accommodate a hundred schools of thought, all kinds of completely different theories and viewpoints, have an unimaginable openness and tolerance for talented people like us modern people.

Wei Luo spoke eloquently, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

People at this time generally like long speeches, and as a superior person, they don't have the habit of interrupting others' long speeches easily.So, so many nobles just watched Wei Luo speak out incessantly and aggressively.

Now, everyone is looking at Wei Luo who is lying motionless on the ground.The young masters wanted to have a discussion with her, and looked back at their diners, only to find that more than half of them were looking at Wei Luo brightly, with expressions of admiration on their faces.Thinking about it again, they found that what Wei Luo said was really difficult to refute.

The young masters were still hesitating, but everyone was staring, waiting for their reaction.

I don't know how long it took before Mr. Jingyang laughed, "It's really different, no wonder the eighth brother is willing to stand up for you."

This is a sideways admission of defeat.

Then, the other two young masters who had just opened their mouths to persecute Young Master Jingling also said: "Your son is very kind." "That's kind!"

They were obviously so angry that they were about to vomit blood, but they had to show a tolerant and magnanimous appearance.No way, who called them sons?How can a dignified son not be able to bear the accusation of a man of insight?He doesn't even have a heart like this, so how can he be worthy of being a son?

At this time, a wise man stood behind the ten sons. He pointed at Wei Luo and shouted loudly: "Little Wei Luo, why do you say that my son is a villain? If you say something, explain it in detail. If you don't say it, what do you say?" It's all in vain!"

At last there was a sober man.

From the beginning to the end, the beginning of the matter was that Wei Luo scolded the ten sons as a "little man".If she can explain it, then it's okay, if she can't explain it, then what she said is all nonsense.

The ten young masters cheered up, and all the young masters stared at Wei Luo with burning eyes.

Wei Luo crossed his hands, and said with a sneer: "A son, he should be like Jingling. He can go to the city with martial arts, and he can be safe. Like ten sons, he bullies a lonely king who is away from home, insults his own concubine, and just opens his mouth." Seeking sex. If all the sons of Jin are like him, Jin will not be far away from destroying the country! Such a person who only wants to be happy, does not think about making progress, is greedy for beauty, and does not save face for the country for the sake of lust, and even attracts assassins to kill his brother My son, who is he if he is not a villain?"

As soon as Wei Luo's words came out, everything was quiet.

The wise man frowned and pondered for a while, then glanced at his son, and found that there was really no way to refute.Although the actions of the ten sons are very common among the sons of all countries.Although Wei Luo's words are quite exaggerated.But common is common, exaggerated is exaggerated, whether it is common or exaggerated, it doesn't mean that what Wei Luo said is wrong.A person like Master Shi can only be described as a villain.

So, he crossed his arms and sat down slowly.

Under the stares of everyone, Master Shi finally gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I was wrong, what you said was very kind."

As soon as the tenth son said this, the sages standing on both sides of the nobles nodded repeatedly, and began to discuss in a low voice, "Good."

"Although Jin is extravagant, the king is not a tyrant, and the son can tolerate people." "That's good! The lower can speak, the higher can accept, and Jin's hegemony is not far away."

Amidst the sound of praise and joy, Mr. Jingling stared deeply at Wei Luo.After the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, he said slowly: "You are innocent, get up."

"Of course."

Wei Luo answered clearly, and slowly raised his head.

(End of this chapter)