Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Meng Chuanbai felt that the haze in front of his eyes was swept away. The words of several people made him feel enlightened. His blood boiled. He looked at Lu Wensheng and the others with sharp eyes - these were all thought-provoking words!

Chief of the Guards: "..." Is this something he can listen to? ! But... there is no need to worry now, these people are even more arrogant than his son.

"In troubled times, no one can stay out of trouble. Changing all this is also a way to save yourself! " Lu Wensheng's words seemed to carry a bewitching power.

In the previous life, they read about the troubled times, and their life stories were recorded in just a few strokes in the history books. However, the real history was buried in the long space of time. Lu Wensheng could only try to touch their tears through the pale pages of the books - the troubled times mentioned lightly in the history books were their life of wandering.

Now I can see with my own eyes the despair roiling in the war flames, hear the heart-wrenching cries of the refugees, and smell the strong smell of blood flowing in the air.

Because the soldiers died defending their thatched cottages, they still had to pay taxes even though their hemp clothes and hair were burnt and mulberry trees were left uncultivated. Even after the fields were deserted, they still collected crops, and sometimes picked wild vegetables and roots to cook, and then cut firewood and burned it with leaves. Even if they were deep in the mountains, there was no way to avoid conscription.

Once the "hero" draws his sword, it will be another ten years of disaster for the people. Drawing the knife to cut flesh will make your eyes tear. In times of peace, you will be a concubine in times of chaos.

The tragic scenes vaguely glimpsed in the book now hit him in the face, cruelly revealing to him the truth of treating human life as worthless, and displaying it bloody before his eyes.

I wiped away the tears on my hands. The tears were hot and real - it turned out that the air of this era was wailing.

Before, he could only feel the echo of their tears and blood through the pale pages, touching the words, and feeling the echo of their tears and blood across time and space. Now he is there in person - he is unwilling to be a bystander, and he wants to try to spread the flame of hope in this time and space.

No matter how far we can go, as long as it makes them feel better, that's enough.

But it is useless for him to rely on himself. What can truly save this era are people with lofty ideals, these young students who want to change the status quo, and themselves - the children of troubled times, like grass or giant trees.

The others listened silently and were shocked by their words. They felt that it was an earth-shaking feat and couldn't help but admire them in their hearts.

Lu Wensheng endured his breathing which became heavier due to his thoughts, but the light in his eyes became more and more eye-catching.

Liu Jiqian looked into Lu Wensheng's eyes and vaguely understood Lu Wensheng's deep meaning - he was very happy to "add fuel to the fire" for Lu Wensheng's career.

"If you do it, no matter whether you succeed or not, you can be considered a pioneer, and your name will be added to the history books." With his warm face and clear voice, everything he said was very convincing.

Noticing the vague excitement in Lu Wensheng's voice when he talked about these things, Liu Jiqian became more certain and felt that Lu Wensheng was the person with whom he could resonate spiritually - Lu Wensheng was different from others, he was the red sun rising in the east, dazzling and warm, bringing dawn and hope, Yangming, which was really appropriate.

This chief disciple who looks the most disciplined in the Discipline Hall is actually the most "rebellious" and has an innate unyielding nature.

Yan Qingshu couldn't help but look at the two of them: they were singing the same tune, the child had been fooled and looked like he had been injected with chicken blood.

And Lu Wensheng is planning to make trouble... Yan Qingshu just thought about it, and she felt her blood boiling - she also wanted to join in such a big thing! Please, saving the people from the water and fire is really cool!

Lu Wensheng didn't elaborate on what happened next - he also had the skill to slay dragons, for fear that Meng Chuanbai would be frightened to death on the spot if he told him.

The more the captain of the guards listened, the more he felt that his good days were coming to an end. But for some reason, he knew that these were all outrageous and shocking words to the world, but he still wanted to listen - he held his breath and even heard the sound of his own heart beating in his chest.

It has to be said that the combination of Liu Jiqian and Lu Wensheng, plus the irresistible temptation of "opening the family tree alone", easily caught Meng Chuanbai as a black carp.

Meng Chuanbai felt as if a fire was burning in his heart. If Lu Wensheng asked him to assassinate the emperor the next second, he might be willing to do so. (Exaggerated statement)

Although the imperial court still had dignity, it was a bit of an exaggeration to describe it as a chaotic world, but if most of the other towns were like the one they passed by earlier, Lu Wensheng felt that a chaotic world was not far away—the common people were the easiest to satisfy, and as long as they were still alive, they were the most obedient and submissive group of people.

However, if they can't survive...even rabbits will bite when they are cornered - if they are pushed into a corner, they will rebel.

Ji Yanli sensed something was wrong and sent a message to Lu Wensheng, kindly reminding him.

"Junior Brother Lu, cultivators should not meddle in matters concerning the destiny of the nation, otherwise they will be retaliated by Heaven." The same thing happened to Senior Brother Liu. He should have understood this, so why did he still agree with Lu Wensheng and follow Hu?

Lu Wensheng sent back an innocent voice: "I didn't interfere. I just talked to him and helped the confused young people. I didn't do anything else." What bad intentions could he have? He just added fuel to the fire and fueled Meng Chuanbai's wavering heart.

Ji Yanli didn't believe it anyway. He knew after so long that Lu Wensheng was a man with his own ideas. He could tell from his ability to flexibly use rules and regulations to make people fall. So even though he felt that Lu Wensheng was frantically testing the brink of death, Ji Yanli just gave him a reminder and didn't say anything in the end... Junior Brother Lu was not someone who would suffer a loss.

Meng Chuanbai felt that he had found his goal. As the saying goes, "Where the Tao is, there the teacher is." He immediately called Lu Wensheng and the others "sir" one by one, treating them as guiding lights on the road.

Lu Wensheng patiently advised him that he should find ways to attract more influential people to join him, as only by concentrating their efforts could great things be accomplished. Young students with talent and ambition would be the most suitable candidates.

"Then I know someone, Qi Zhaoshu, also known as Huaixiu. He comes from a scholarly family. At that time, I had not yet gone to Yunhe Academy to study, and I was his classmate in the capital. His knowledge and talent are top-notch, and he is known as the best in the capital. His family often gives out porridge and does charity. People say that he is 'You must know that he had great ambitions at a young age and promised to be the best in the world'"

With such high reviews, everyone became interested. Meng Chuanbai paused, looking a little hesitant.

"But I heard that something happened at home. I'm far away in Gyeongju and don't know the details. I don't know how he's doing now..." But you'll probably know if you go to the capital. A man as outstanding as Qi Zhaoshu will surely still radiate brilliance even if he's down and out.

(Regarding the plot, or inquiries, including responses, in order not to take up the word count, I will post the author's words - this does not take up the word count)

Below is the translation in case you don’t understand.

Because the soldiers died defending the thatched thatch, the hemp clothes and hair were burnt and the mulberry trees were abandoned, but they still had to pay taxes. After the fields were deserted, they still collected seedlings. Sometimes they picked wild vegetables and boiled them with roots, and then cut firewood and burned it with leaves. No matter how deep the mountains are, there is no way to avoid conscription.

My husband died in battle, and I am now living in a simple thatched house, wearing a coarse linen shirt, with gray hair and burnt yellow hair. Farming and sericulture are abandoned, but the village headman still urges me to pay taxes. My fields are barren, and the officials are collecting crops but I am not given up. Someone who pities me picks wild vegetables and cooks them with their roots. Someone who pities me cuts firewood and burns it with its leaves. Although I live in a very secluded place deep in the mountains and old forests, I cannot escape the heavy taxes and corvée.

"Drawing a knife to cut meat makes eyes almost burst, in times of peace eat sheep, in times of chaos eat concubines."