Beiyin Great Sage

"In this world, the strong are respected and the fittest survive. Helping the weak is not necessarily showing kindness. Looking down on others' suffering is torturing yourself."

He sounded resentful, looking into the distance, as if he had figured out something, his expression gradually became calm.

"In the ruins world, everyone will die, the past will perish, the dynasty will perish, the world will collapse, and the ethnic group will disappear. All of this is doomed."

"It's better to live well than anything else!"

For ordinary people, living is already a lot of hardships. The four members of their family are not weak, and they have already surpassed too many people.

Ordinary people have no choice at all.

"Master Xing." Guo Ping shook his head:

"I don't think so. It is because this world is too dark that someone needs to be a candle to illuminate others."

"Zhengqitang is a group of like-minded people who can't understand the pain and suffering in the world. Master Xing might as well join it, so as to express his revenge."

"in this way……"

As soon as he raised his voice, he said boldly:

"Even if you die one day, it's not in vain to come to this world."

"Righteousness Hall?" Xing Wu snorted coldly:

"It's just a group of paranoid lunatics who think they are chivalrous and righteous, but they don't know what they are doing. They will only make the world more chaotic."

"Why do you say that?" Guo Ping frowned, displeased:

"The few friends I know are all righteous people."

"justice……"

These two words made Xing Wu's eyes a little dazed, as if he remembered a long, long time ago, and he sighed softly after a long time:

"You are still young and don't understand what justice is?"

"The military conscription is indeed domineering and ruthless in doing things, but without them, Hong Zeyu would have long since disappeared."

"The forces of all parties searched extremely hard, but without the supply of these resources, the imperial court and the Xuantian Union would not have silver masters sitting in charge."

"Without them, it would be difficult for the Dalin Dynasty to gain a foothold in Hongzeyu!"

"Hmph!" Guo Ping snorted coldly:

"According to what you say, they bully the market and search for the people's fat and anointment. Is it reasonable?"

Xing Wu is silent.

He just doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what is right and what is wrong in this world, so he feels hopeless.

"The Hall of Righteousness..."

After a long time, he said leisurely:

"They are obsessed with justice, and they stress that as long as the goal is achieved, it's okay to use some means in the middle. I really find it hard to accept."

If that's the case, the military's forced conscription is also in good faith.

after all.

Only enough soldiers can ensure the continuation of the ethnic group and will not be overthrown by the beast tide, is it understandable?

"Sometimes." Guo Ping said:

"It's understandable to use some means."

It was hard for him to accept these words, he shook his head, and kept busy.

He has a task entrusted to him by Zhengqitang, and tries to persuade Xing Wu to join.

I thought that the other party was desperate and there should be no problem, but I never thought that Xing Wu would actually have the intention of retiring.

He is not good at eloquence, and he can't persuade the other party, but he is not in a hurry.

When they arrived at the station, there would be someone who could speak well, and they would certainly be able to keep the Xing family behind.

rain,

spilled on the ground.

Xing Wu's movements suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look somewhere, with a serious look in his eyes:

"Is the place you mentioned over there?"

"That's right!"

Guo Ping nodded, wiped the rainwater off his face, with joy on his face:

"It's almost here, let's go."

"Wait a minute." Xing Wu stretched out his hand, stopping his movement:

"Blood smell!"

"Blood smell?" Guo Ping's expression froze, subconsciously pressing the handle of the knife at his waist:

"Is there an ambush?"

In this kind of weather, the blood will be washed away in a short time, and the bloody smell will not last long, which means that the time to do it is not far away.

"It seems...not."

Xing Wu shook his head lightly, and stepped forward:

"Go and have a look."

……

The five of them carefully parted the bushes and looked inside. The scene that caught their eyes made people subconsciously shrink their eyes and their hearts beat wildly.

Blood!

Corpse!

A broken weapon!

Blood mixed with running water, meandering and flowing in the gully, on the muddy ground, it was difficult to distinguish which was water and which was blood for a while.

Corpses fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, broken arms, broken legs, internal organs, heads... They fell in the mud in a disorderly and messy manner.

There are headless corpses thrown upside down in the ditch, beautiful women with rolling heads and wide-eyed eyes, and unidentifiable stumps of limbs scattered all over the place.

The broken sword, gun, sword and halberd were inserted obliquely into the ground.

All of this, together with a certain figure in the field, merged into a tragic and desolate picture

A more intense bloody smell rushed towards his face.

"Senior Hong?"

"Little Seven!"

"Zhang Yao..."

Familiar figures are now all corpses, and even the corpses are separated. The muddy heads and eyes are full of despair, and the scene in front of him makes Guo Ping tremble all over.

Frightened!

anger!

An unknown fire rose from his heart and swept his whole body, making him clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and stared at the only intact figure in the field.

Wearing a coir raincoat, the man sat recliningly on a stone, leaning against the stone with an ax and a shield.

The torrential rain was washing over his body, and his long hair, which was not covered by a straw hat, was wet against his coir raincoat and his cheeks. He looked a little depressed in the independent field.

This person is tall and burly, with facial features that look like knives and axes. He is not handsome, but he gives people a feeling of unshakable.

He raised one leg, stretched one leg forward, and his posture was relaxed, as if he was resting.

The tiredness in his eyes and trembling hands seemed to indicate that it was not easy for him to create the scene in front of him.

"It's you!"

Xing Ruo suddenly opened his mouth, stretched out his hand and pointed:

"That fisherman on the river the other day!"

Mrs. Xing's eyes moved slightly. She was unconscious at the time, but she also knew that it was because of the two yellow croakers in the opponent's hand that she survived.

"Zhou Jia!"

On the contrary, Xing Wu, who is the head arrester of the yamen, recognized the other party at a glance:

"Tianhu Gang, the director of the West City Gambling Shop, rush to Thunder Ax Zhou Jia!"

"It's him!" Guo Ping gritted his teeth tightly:

"In the early years, a friend of mine was the coachman next to him. Unfortunately, he died unfortunately. Unexpectedly, this person is so ruthless!"

"Punishment five."

Zhou Jia got up and looked sideways:

"I didn't expect to meet Lord Xing here. It's fate."

His voice was flat, and he was alone among the corpses, his expression was calm, and he was neither humble nor overbearing when facing a strong black iron man.

"You did it?"

Xing Wu glanced at the audience, with unbearable expression in his eyes:

"Why is this!"

"No way." Zhou Jia shook his head:

"They want to kill me, Zhou can only strike first."

"Hey!"

Xing Wu sighed softly, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

"Sir." Mrs. Xing said suddenly:

"He saved my life."

"Huh?" Xing Wu's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Zhou Jia again with a complicated expression.

He and his wife have lived together for many years, so it can be said that they have the same heart, and naturally understand that Mrs. Xing didn't want him to spare her life.

But worry about himself.

After the successive battles before, Xing Wu had already been seriously injured, and his life span had even been damaged. Even if he escaped, he would not live for a few years.

The person in front of him can kill so many people, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Might as well find an excuse and let it go.

"Don't worry ma'am."

Xing Wu said:

"I will keep him alive, but let him know why there are heavens and people outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky. If you act recklessly, you will suffer disaster in the future."

As he said that, the sword body trembled slightly, and the high-spirited and unyielding sound of the sword resounded through the void, and even the sound of the whistling rain around was suppressed.

He's not worried about himself.

He has also heard of Zhou Jia's name, he is not very old, already tenth rank, his Zilei saber technique has been transformed into an ax technique, it is said that his attainments are quite high, and he was once praised by Lei Batian.

but……

Ten grades are ten grades!

Moreover, there is no black iron weapon in his hands, and his strength is at most similar to that of Lei Prison. Even if he is injured, it is not difficult to suppress him.

Lei Prison and others teamed up to surround and kill him, but they were all easily resolved. Facing an ordinary tenth rank, why worry?

"interesting!"

Zhou Jia looked at Xing Wu and laughed dumbfoundedly:

"Your Excellency, as the person ordered to be hunted down by the Tianhu Gang, it's fine if Zhou didn't attack first, and you still want to attack me?"

"Alright!"

He nodded and stepped forward: