Li Chengfeng and others' plan to switch to a straight train was once again shelved. The Yuezhou Embankment collapsed much faster than expected, especially since Li Chengfeng and others wanted to go from north to south, which happened to be the same time. The floods spread in the same direction.
The distance from Yuezhou City to Yuanjincheng is only more than 200 miles. When Li Chengfeng and others rushed from Yuezhou City to Yuanjincheng, the train could not go any further. The reason was very simple, because the floods were raging from Anhe. It overflowed nearby and rushed into the Liaohe River, causing the water level of the Liaohe River to skyrocket, which in turn triggered a chain reaction. The Liaohe River embankment burst and collapsed. The flood rolled like an avalanche in the mountains and crazily destroyed the embankment. It rushed all the way from the upper reaches to the middle reaches, only one Eight hundred miles of erosion in one day and one night!
Coupled with the fact that the house leaked and it rained continuously all night, the fighting caused the earth to crack, and the hot air in the ground came out of the cracks in the ground and poured into the sky, causing heavy rain!
Boom! !
A bolt of thunder rolled past, shaking Li Chengfeng's heart in the inn, and he frowned tightly together.
The heavy downpour outside not only made the entire Yuanjincheng unable to lift its head, but also made Li Chengfeng feel depressed and heavy. As soon as he entered the city, he saw many refugees pouring into Yuanjincheng from all directions. They were everywhere. The whole city was crying and shouting as the refugees dragged their families with them, shaking the sky.
The prefect Zhang Junming placed them all in the south of the city, which happened to be not far from the Zhidao Station where Li Chengfeng and the others were. The noisy and boiling cries, screams, and curses came like a tide, caught in the The sound of howling rain could not be heard without stopping.
In Li Chengfeng's ears, this voice was like a magic sound urging him to die. Hearing this, Li Chengfeng became restless and felt pain all over his body.
If Li Chengfeng had grown up with fine clothes and fine food, and a golden key in his mouth, he would probably not have cared about the life and death of the people in the city. After all, how could those high-ranking dandies have ever experienced the suffering of the common people?
Their kindness is often a spur-of-the-moment pity and compassion, not empathy at all.
But although Li Chengfeng is also a child of a wealthy family, he has been crawling around in the streets since he was a child. Among these refugees are countless people of the same type that he is familiar with.
Some of them are hard-working farmers who work hard from dawn to dusk, some are small traders who are cautious about their business, some are gray-haired parents, and some are mothers holding their children and breastfeeding.
Li Chengfeng was very familiar with these people, and he understood them too well.
They may all have their own problems, some are petty bourgeois, some are sneaky little gangsters, some are stingy, and some are mean and bitter.
But it is precisely because of these people that they work hard, work from dawn to dusk, and support the entire Daqi government, the army, and the top practitioners like them.
After leaving Senior Brother He Zhu's home, He Zhu's mother made Li Chengfeng fall into deep thoughts.
Such a mean, fierce and vulgar old lady, but she also has the quality of gold: she dedicated all her best things to her children, asking for nothing, only hoping that her children can succeed and be able to In the future, she will return home in fine clothes, making her, a mother, proud.
She and He Zhu are just microcosms of the entire Daqi and the cultivation world. They sacrificed themselves to support their fellow practitioners, and what have these fellow practitioners... done
This question just popped up in Li Chengfeng's mind, lingering in Li Chengfeng's mind like a devil.
After Qian Shanxue was defeated by Li Chengfeng and others, his deep-seated hatred was finally vented, and the sharp sword hanging over Li Chengfeng's head, the life and death of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, was finally removed. Although he faced new crises and pressures, Li Chengfeng Feng knew that the pressure and crisis Ma Qianli put on him this time were far from the threat brought by Qianshanxue before.
Because of this, he could finally take a breath and think about some issues.
If the previous practice was to protect the safety and survival of the Xiyue Li family, then Li Chengfeng has basically done it now. As long as he does not commit suicide, the Xiyue Li family can sit back and relax in a short time.
So in the future, if the Xiyue Li family becomes famous all over the world again, what will be the significance of his subsequent practice
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Xiaobao, who was reading a cultivation book on the side, keenly noticed something unusual about Li Chengfeng and asked in a low voice.
Li Chengfeng was slightly startled. He looked at Zhao Xiaobao and whispered: "Xiaobao, tell me... what is the meaning of practice?"
Zhao Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, and Han Tianxing, who was carefully maintaining the Tianlong Sword on the other side, suddenly said, "It's to get ahead, to honor our ancestors!"
Li Chengfeng asked back: "There are many opportunities to get ahead and honor your ancestors. You can still do it if you win the election or become an official. Even if you have the means to become a rich man, you can also do it. If you can do it, why do you have to practice?”
Han Tianxing said without hesitation: "Because the monks are superior!"
Li Chengfeng immediately asked again: "Are monks really superior?"
Han Tianxing said in astonishment: "A first-class monk, a second-class scribe, a third-class warrior, isn't this monk a first-class noble?"
Although he was a scholar before and had no fame, Han Tianxing always regarded himself as a scholar. It was not until he became a monk in Lingshan that he changed his view and regarded himself as a monk. He was doubly proud of his identity.
Li Chengfeng asked in amusement, "Then why were you bullied so miserably when you were in Zangqing Pavilion? Are there any high-ranking nobles like you in the world who were bullied to the point of being unable to survive?"
Han Tianxing suddenly became speechless and speechless. After a while, he said, "That's because I'm not strong enough. If I practice to the level of the master one day, no one will be able to bully me."
Li Chengfeng asked again: "Then why has the leader failed to ascend until now? If he ascends to the ninth heaven after ascending, will there be immortals stronger than him? Will they bully him?"
This sentence made Han Tianxing suddenly feel awe-struck, and he vaguely understood what Li Chengfeng meant.
Li Chengfeng shook his head and said: "In my opinion, if practitioners can transcend reincarnation and jump out of life and death, this is a shocking scam!"
Han Tianxing and Zhao Xiaobao were both stunned: "How is this possible?" "What do you mean?"
Li Chengfeng sneered and asked, "Who is the most afraid of death in the world?"
Han Tianxing thought for a while and said: "Common people! People are like sheep and as timid as rats. They are most afraid of death!"
Li Chengfeng shook his head and said: "Those suffering people who are struggling in the world of mortals? No, they are not afraid of death! They are afraid of death because they still have hope, but once they lose hope, then they will I will let you know what it means that the people are not afraid of death, but how can they be afraid of death? When a man is angry, blood will be splashed five steps away! The enemy is completely wiped out at a very close distance!"
Zhao Xiaobao probed: "Are they those officials who are well-dressed and well-fed?"
Li Chengfeng said: "Yes, they are afraid of death, and they are reluctant to part with their glory and wealth, but are they the most afraid of death? Not necessarily! Because they know that they will all die one day! Human beings are destined to die. It may be lighter than a feather, or it may be heavier than Mount Tai! Isn’t Lord Chu Yunchu a precedent?”
Han Tianxing thought for a while and said, "Are they us monks?"
Li Chengfeng sighed and said: "Yes, we are all very afraid of death, because theoretically we may one day live forever and enjoy all the glory and wealth. However, we will also sacrifice our lives for our ideals and beliefs. Sprinkle your blood, and when you meet on a narrow road, you will raise your eyebrows and draw your sword even though you know you are outmatched!"
These words made Zhao Xiaobao and Han Tianxing's eyes brighten and look sharp, as if they had returned to the most critical period of Hidden Sword Pavilion, "fighting against heaven, fighting against earth, and fighting against people"!
Han Tianxing said: "Brother, I don't understand."
Li Chengfeng said happily: "They are those great practitioners who are truly superior, have transcended reincarnation, and transcended life and death!"
Zhao Xiaobao and Han Tianxing looked at each other in shock: "Them?"
Li Chengfeng said seriously: "Yes, it's them! Is there any precedent in the world for a great cultivator to sacrifice himself? Is there any precedent in the world for a great cultivator to sacrifice his life? No, not one! The more you climb, the more you climb. The higher the level of cultivators, the more afraid they are of death!"
Han Tianxing said confusedly: "Brother, what do you want to say when you say this?"
Li Chengfeng looked out the window. His eyes were deep and he hesitated. After all, he did not say what he had thought and summed up in his heart, because he knew that these words would be shocking to the world and earth-shattering!
At this time, there was a rumble of thunder outside, illuminating the night brightly for an instant, and then a shrill voice suddenly rang out: "The embankment has burst, the embankment has burst!! The flood has entered the city!!"