Gaya Dynasty, suburbs of Yancheng. en8.
As autumn approaches, migratory birds fly south, and the vast wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see. It is obviously the harvest season, but there are only a few scattered wheat plants in the rice fields. The old man walking in the wheat field was shirtless, carrying a hoe in one hand, and a pipe on his waist. He had no tobacco, so he just grabbed a few hay and lit it, enjoying the smell. Yancheng was originally the largest granary on the Cangjiang Plain, but now its reputation is just in vain.
The emperor of Gaya's imperial capital is planning to build another building. In recent years, he has built the imperial mausoleum, the practice palace, dug mountains and dug rocks, and dug and reclaimed the sea, which has consumed millions of manpower.
The old man sat down on the field ridge and looked up at the sky. He saw a wild goose that had lost its flock and was hovering around, whining for a long time. Thirty years ago, he could shoot the goose right through with one arrow, but now that he is old, he can only hold the cigarette pole.
He also heard that the emperor sent people to hollow out the Five Mountains, and the hundreds of meters of huge stones dug from the mountains were to be sent to the imperial mausoleum intact, without being touched along the way. It is unknown how many officials lost their heads because of these stones. All counties and counties had to offer treasures, and poor places without treasures could only offer people. Beautiful men and women, and hardworking men in their prime, these emperors accepted them without fail.
Yancheng is no exception. The small families outside the city have all been sent to build the emperor's mausoleum, leaving behind the old, weak, sick and disabled. Who has time to farm? If you don't farm, you won't make money, and if you can't make money, you won't be able to pay back the rent, so you have to sell your sons and daughters and beg the clan masters in the city to be merciful and give you a break for a year or two. Most people have a lifetime of reprieve. The debts they can't repay in this life are kept. Their sons and daughters can pay them back. If their sons and daughters can't pay them off, they can only rely on their grandchildren. There will be no end to them, and they will be slaves for generations. As a maid.
The old man thought, the emperor is always right, but the common people are wrong. They are so useless. The bones and flesh in their bodies cannot feed the god-like royal family at all. Therefore, they should have more children and reproduce their offspring. If one day, the emperor feels happy chewing on their bones, maybe they will have the time to stand out. He himself once had a beautiful daughter, but unfortunately she was not able to enter the palace for the emperor to enjoy. She just married a country squire. The squire was not bad, but it was a pity that his daughter died early and could not enjoy more blessings in his courtyard.
The goose in the sky lingered for a while, and suddenly a sharp arrow shot through the air and hit it at once.
The old man narrowed his eyes and was about to go up to see what was going on. At this time, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind him. When he turned around, he saw several young men and ladies in hunting attire coming on horseback.
He was about to get up and kneel down, when an arrow pierced his chest. He only heard a burst of hearty laughter, and his body fell on his back uncontrollably. He saw the clear sky falling, and he lost consciousness after that. .
The chaotic horse hooves trampled over his skinny body like weeds. The boys and girls laughed loudly and went to pick up the goose. No one looked back.
A middle-aged man wearing commoners walked out of the hut in the field. He was sallow and thin, and his clothes were all in strips, but his eyes were full of energy. en8. As soon as he came out, he saw his father died tragically, and his eyes were almost split. He howled heartbreakingly and shouted: "You bastards!"
The beautiful and delicate-looking clan sons and daughters looked back with indifference, not even the slightest hint of annoyance. In their view, being angry is a very unbecoming thing, especially to be angry over such a dirty thing. That would be a great injustice to oneself. Someone casually drew an arrow and shot it in the direction of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man hurriedly raised the dustpan beside the door to cover it, but he was still pierced by the arrow.
The boys and girls rushed towards the wild geese that landed on the ground with great interest, and no longer paid attention to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man felt that his vision was blurry, blood seeped into his eyes, and endless anger and resentment overwhelmed his mind. Even if he turned into a ghost, he would not let these scum go!
He reached for the arrow in his chest and tried to pull it out of his body, but the arrow had a barb and a large piece of flesh came out when he pulled it out. It hurt, it really hurt. He wanted to return this pain a hundred times a thousand times to those who were still alive.
Just when he was about to pull the arrow out completely, his hands suddenly felt a little cold.
He felt someone holding his hand, and then sighed in a low voice from a very close place: "Those who kill will always be killed."
The coldness froze half of his body, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no scar on his chest except for a blood stain. He slowly sat up and saw that he was sitting on a dilapidated bullock cart parked in a deserted wheat field. The driver was a young man.
The man looked quite steady. Although his appearance was ordinary, he was always a little different from ordinary people. He was reading with his head down, his brows furrowed, as if he had encountered something puzzled.
"Thank you for your help, sir!" The middle-aged man stood up and was surprised to find that there was no pain in his body, and he was as energetic as a new life.
The young man then looked up from the book. He looked quite kind and always had a smile on his face: "The person who saved you is my venerable person. If you want to thank her, just thank her."
The middle-aged man suddenly remembered that he heard a girl's voice when he almost died. Could she be the "Venerable"
"My name is Sun Er. How do I call my benefactor?" the middle-aged man asked gratefully.
The young man smiled sheepishly: "Don't call me any benefactor! I was given the name Swordsman by the Lord. That's what you call me. As for the Lord..."
"Yun Qing." A gentle voice sounded from behind the straw pile. Sun Er saw a girl in black clothes coming over, jumped on the bullock cart, and sat next to him.
Sun Er is a rough guy. Although he has studied for several years, he still has the aura of dirt. He looked at the girl's spotless appearance and stepped back a little embarrassed. The girl had her eyes closed all the time, maybe she was blind or something. She looked more noble than those clan ladies in colorful clothes and feathers, but her temperament was much gentler and more approachable. Sun Er felt that he had met a noble person, and he didn’t know which clan now likes to call people "venerable"...
The young man who called himself the swordsman waved the whip in his hand as soon as he saw Yun Qing getting on the ox cart. The ox cart started to move slowly, and Sun Er's heart also rolled and spun along with the axle of the cart.
"My condolences, Mr. Sun. The deceased has passed away, but the living still have to move forward." Yun Qing consoled him.
Sun Er felt that her words were more refined than in the book. He didn't understand much of the whole sentence, but he also knew that they were words of comfort. His eyes turned red and blood oozed from his eyes.
"Does the one who dies deserve to die? Don't those scumbags deserve to die?" he said harshly.
Yun Qing sighed and said harmoniously: "Of course not. Reincarnation has its own destiny in the way of heaven, and all the evil committed will eventually be repaid."
Sun Er felt the blood rush to his forehead, and he blurted out: "Fart!"
Jianchen frowned, turned around and was about to say something, but was stopped by Yun Qing waving his hand.
Sun Er spat: "How many corrupt officials in this world enjoy themselves all their lives and then live a long life? How many good people in this world are wandering around and dying young? The way of heaven is unfair! The way of heaven is unfair!"
"What do you want, Mr. Sun?" Yun Qing asked calmly.
Sun Er was startled, and then replied: "Kill them all!"
Yun Qing shook his head: "Those who kill will always be killed. I have already told the young master. It seems that the young master still does not have a thorough understanding..."
Sun Er felt that what this girl said was really mysterious. He wondered: "If you don't kill them, will you still let them harm other people?"
Yun Qing still shook his head, but the swordsman driving the car couldn't listen anymore, so he interrupted: "If you kill these people, they still have descendants, and there are other such people, you won't kill everyone, right? Let’s not talk about whether you have this ability. Even if you do, can you live forever? Can you keep guarding this land and kill them? Furthermore, if you kill them, their descendants will have a grudge against you and retaliate against you forever. What’s the point of being so entangled?”
After the swordsman finished speaking, he looked back at Yun Qing and said, "Sir, right?"
Yun Qing just sighed and said no more. Jianchen suddenly didn't dare to say anything and just kept his head on his way.
Sun Er was at a loss in his mind. He felt that Jianchen's words made sense, but it was difficult to understand the hatred in his heart. He struggled for a long time before looking at the girl next to him, and then asked: "I wonder what my benefactor has to say?"
Yun Qing shook his legs and replied casually: "Why do you think they can kill people at will?"
Sun Er couldn't answer.
"Because the Gaya Dynasty gave them such privileges." Yun Qing said lightly.
"Well, your grace is saying..." Sun Er shivered. The people of the Gaya Dynasty always called themselves "my dynasty" and "the upper dynasty". Only those overseas barbarians directly called "Gaya dynasty". This girl is from overseas. Barbarian? But aren’t barbarians all ignorant of etiquette, grinding their teeth and sucking blood? This girl doesn't look like a savage.
"Then who gave the Gaya Dynasty such privileges?" Yun Qing's questions were linked one by one, which immediately brought Sun Er's consciousness into a grand picture that he had never imagined.
"...Kingdom is given by destiny." Sun Er recalled the only few books he had read. He felt that his hands and feet were shaking, and cold sweat broke out in his palms. He couldn't tell whether he was excited or scared.
The girl beside him smiled softly, nodded and said: "Yes, killing one or two will not change this dynasty, so we must change the destiny and rectify the heart of heaven."
Sun Er's heart was shocked. He almost fell off the bullock cart. His lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't say a word: "This, this is treason!"
Yun Qing's expression was peaceful, and the golden warm sun spread over her body. The light and shadow were uncertain, and there was something inexplicable about the unreality: "Failure is a sign of rebellion, victory is destiny. Mr. Sun, you can't live here any longer. Why don't you follow my ox cart to the east, go there and find a living, and maybe you can achieve something in your career."
Sun Er's heart was swaying along with the oxcart. He was excited but couldn't find a place to go. He murmured for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence. He kept recalling the golden wheat fields in his mind. He remembered his childhood struggling with poverty and death. He also remembered his father who died tragically in front of him, and the indifferent faces.
The greater the oppression, the stronger the resistance. The pain this dynasty has inflicted on the people will be as deep as the hatred buried in the bones of the people. There will always be a moment when the souls imprisoned by slavery can escape. At that time, the end of the dynasty will come.
"Okay, okay..." Sun Er's eyes shone with luster, eager and full of hope.
Yun Qing just nodded calmly, closed her eyes and said nothing, as if she didn't care what he answered at all. She said to the swordsman who was driving: "Let's go to Langfeng Mountain."
The swordsman was a little strange. It was not a battleground for military strategists, so why would the Demon Lord want to go there? He didn't ask any more questions, just silently turned the cart around and headed east.
"Go and wait for someone." Yun Qing looked towards the misty mountain peak to the east. The sky there was filled with wisps of purple air, and the emperor's appearance was already vaguely visible.