Daqin: The Greatest Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Su Xuan leaned his head forward, and just when Yan Lingji was about to make a move, he stopped again.

The two looked at each other at a very close distance. Su Xuan opened his mouth and said, "Remember, you owe me a favor."

Yan Lingji looked stunned.

Su Xuan blinked at Yan Lingji, and raised a smile, "As for when you will repay this favor..."

"When I have made up my mind, I will tell you."

Pull, he can do it too!

Isn't this what you said?

Subconsciously, she wanted to use Su Xuan's words to refute him.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

It turned out that he was still reluctant to let me leave, so he told me in such a roundabout way.

Chapter 67 Baiyue Refugees

In Xinzheng city, two figures, one black and one white, were shuttling through the streets and alleys.

They had excellent martial arts skills and came and went like the wind. In just a few moments, they had already passed half of Xinzheng City.

"Mo Ya, you're distracted." Bai Feng sped up and passed Mo Ya, leaving behind a trail of afterimage.

"I'm waiting for you, afraid that you'll lose too badly." Mo Ya's mouth curled up into an arc, and he swooped forward.

The two of them were like flying geese, leaping into the air, chasing each other, and finally stopped in a dense forest.

They stood on the treetops, with only a few green leaves under their feet, but they could walk as if it were flat ground.

This shows how profound his Qinggong is.

"A short-term victory cannot change the final result." Mo Ya crossed his arms across his chest with a smile on his face.

Obviously, he is the ultimate winner in this competition of speed.

"Do you think that those who provoke the general will eventually fail?" Bai Feng glanced at him sideways.

"Under the cover of night, nothing will be able to hide." Mo Ya looked up at the sky, "When the nightmare begins, they will regret what they have done."

He knew very well how powerful Ye Mu was. Over the years, no one who had resisted Ji Wuye was alive today.

Having said that, this time, he felt an unusual sense of urgency.

There is a feeling that a storm is about to come.

The descendant of Guiguzi, the Ninth Prince Han Fei, a man of Baiyue...

An invisible force quietly formed under the cover of night.

The sudden attack tore a hole in the night sky, greatly challenging Ji Wuye's authority.

They had a careful plan. First, a hundred ghosts attacked the general's mansion at night, and then spread rumors to slander the general. After that, Han Fei visited in person, tricked out the hiding place of 100,000 taels of gold, and took it away. Then the Poison Scorpion Sect was destroyed. The fierce offensive caused Ye Mu to suffer repeated setbacks.

Who on earth has such ability?

Mo Ya's eyes flickered slightly, and he began to become curious about this person's identity.

Bai Feng remained silent. Although she felt that Mo Ya was right, she had a vague expectation in her heart.

I hope someone can break free from the shackles of fate and I hope someone can succeed.

He didn't know when he started to get tired of his current life.

They are like falcons raised by Ji Wuye, and they only obey the orders of one person. If the falcons disobey, they will die!

They control the fate of others but not their own.

Bai Feng looked up at the sky and saw a baby bird flapping its wings hard, fluttering and flying into the air with difficulty.

Although it stumbled a bit, it successfully soared into the sky after continuous attempts.

If everyone fails, then stop trying?

But if a bird does not flap its wings, how can it soar into the sky?

Whether it is raised or trapped in a birdcage, its heart always yearns for the sky.

......

At the gate of Xinzheng City, a group of ragged and skinny Baiyue refugees knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to thank King Han for taking them in.

"What's going on?" Han Wangan was confused.

When did I take in these Baiyue refugees?

"Father, this is a slave of Baiyue who escaped from the State of Chu. He came here to thank you for taking him in." Han Yu explained while standing aside.

“Baiyue people!” Ji Wuye drew out his sword and pointed it at the group of Baiyue refugees in front of him. “These people must be the ones causing chaos in the capital recently!”

As he said this, he ordered the guards to slaughter all the Baiyue refugees, and the reason he gave was reasonable.

In order to ensure the safety of King Han, it is better to kill ten thousand people by mistake than to let one go.

He has no good feelings towards the Baiyue people. The people who attacked the general's mansion are from the Baiyue!

A bunch of untouchables, just die, it's just the right time to vent his anger.

Han Yu hurried out to stop him.

Only then did King Han An realize that it was Han Fei who took in these Baiyue refugees, and he became very angry.

But what Han Yu said was not without reason. In order to demonstrate the benevolence of Han, after asking Zhang Kai's opinion, he finally took in these Baiyue refugees.

Of course, drafting an edict and announcing it to the world is an essential procedure.

Otherwise he would not have taken in these Baiyue refugees.

Su Xuan and Yan Lingji stood not far away and took in the entire scene.

Yan Lingji had a strange look on her face. As a fellow Baiyue person, she couldn't help but feel sympathy when she saw the miserable appearance of these people.

This kind of sympathy is more of a response to the scene and is expressed out of emotion.

Because she was not familiar with them.

"Let's go and take a look together." Su Xuan took the initiative to suggest.

Yan Lingji glanced at Su Xuan.

"Don't worry, it's not because of you." Su Xuan explained, "I just want you to see with me what kind of life the displaced people in the war live."

"Why do you care about this kind of thing?" Yan Lingji looked puzzled. With his status and position, shouldn't he be more concerned about things like power and fame?

There is no benefit for him in helping these people.

Su Xuan's eyes flashed with memories, "You know? I started my study tour in Qi State, passed through Zhao State and Han State, and met countless people who were homeless because of the war."

“I once met a man who fainted from hunger. He was a skinny man with a pale face, chapped lips and lifeless eyes.

I left him three pieces of bread and some water.

I also once met a lonely child who was shivering in the winter, starving and catching a cold.

If I hadn't helped him, he wouldn't have survived the winter.

The once prosperous and bustling village is now deserted.

Large areas of houses and buildings have turned into ruins.

The laughter and joy turned into sad songs and cries.

Countless people have been torn apart, their families destroyed and their loved ones killed.”

“I know that what I have seen is just the tip of the iceberg of this world.

At that time, I thought, I must change the world and put an end to the endless wars that have lasted for hundreds of years. "

"I can't help everyone, but when I encounter this kind of thing and I have the ability, I can still help them."

Do your best in everything, but make sure you have a clear conscience.

Yan Lingji was slightly distracted.

Will there really be such a day?

She didn't know, but she was willing to believe him.

If there were no war, perhaps there wouldn't be so many tragedies.

Her family, her brother, wouldn't have died in that fire.

Perhaps, she will also have a happy and harmonious family.

"me and you togather."

She said so, following Su Xuan closely.

Chapter 68: Heaven moves forward, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement

"How are you going to help them?"

A crude camp with pale, skinny and ragged Baiyue refugees.

No matter how you look at it, this is not an easy task.

It is easy to help one person, and it is also possible to help ten people, but if it is hundreds or thousands of people, it becomes an extremely difficult task.

Not to mention anything else, the daily food consumption alone is an extremely terrifying number.

Yan Lingji secretly glanced at Su Xuan. In her impression, Su Xuan was not very rich.

To buy the garden, which cost hundreds of gold, he had to sign an IOU and put his fingerprints on it.

How much money can he afford to spend here?

At most it is just temporary relief.

But seeing how confident he was, Yan Lingji couldn't help but become curious.

What will he do?

"When I read the Book of Changes, there was one sentence that left the deepest impression on me." Su Xuan pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice,

"Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."

"The strong save themselves, the weak seek salvation."

“A person doesn’t drown if they fall into the water, they drown if they stay in the water. The only person who can change their situation is themselves.

All I can do is to lend a hand and give them a little help.”

The most effective way to provide relief to refugees is not to open warehouses to release grain or provide porridge for disaster relief.

Using work to provide disaster relief is often a more effective and practical method.

"Do you remember the rice paper business that Zi Nu and I talked about?" Su Xuan asked with a smile.

Yan Lingji nodded slightly.

"Whether it's rice paper or other commodities, if you want to mass-produce them, you will inevitably need manpower." Su Xuan glanced at the Baiyue refugees in front of him, "I can provide them with a job, so that they can get food and compensation through labor."

This is a win-win situation. They can greatly improve their lives, while Su Xuan gets a group of cheap labor.

Yan Lingji's eyes lit up.

Sometimes, she really wanted to dig open Su Xuan's head and see what was inside.

Even something that is obviously difficult can be easily solved in his hands.

She felt that as long as Su Xuan wanted to do something, there was almost nothing he couldn't do.

"Big brother, big sister, are you also planning to settle down here?" A child about five or six years old ran over, his eyes full of curiosity, looking at Su Xuan and Yan Lingji innocently.

He was thin, his face was dark with traces of charcoal ash, his hair was unkempt, his eyes were sunken, and he looked somewhat malnourished.

Unlike the numb Baiyue refugees, his eyes were bright, and he seemed to be curious and yearning about everything in this world.

Yan Lingji was slightly stunned.

Su Xuan squatted down and smiled softly, "We are here to help you."