Taking a deep breath, Liu Xun suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew that now was not the time to be impulsive. That middle-aged monk alone was enough to cause him trouble, not to mention that there must be their people among the monks around. Choosing silence now was the best way to deal with things.
"This beast!" But at this moment, a young monk behind Liu Xun growled and wanted to rush towards the middle-aged monk. His reason had been burned out by anger, but just as he took a step.
Liu Xun grabbed him and said, "Be patient for a while. Although it won't bring peace, it will leave a glimmer of hope. With that glimmer of hope, there will be a bright future."
After the words fell, the young monk gritted his teeth secretly, but his reason was also awakened by Liu Xun's words. Feeling that the young monk was awake, Liu Xun let him go and looked at him.
This is an extremely sunny young man with delicate features, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. There is an unnatural heroic spirit in his eyes, and there is a hint of dormant tiger in his body.
Nodding secretly, Liu Xun really didn't expect that there would be such a person in such a small town. He was definitely an outstanding person. Of course, the premise was that he didn't die before he became successful, because there was never a shortage of geniuses in this world. Since ancient times, how many geniuses died in their growth
"Does anyone have any other opinions? If you have any, please speak up! This city lord loves the people like his own children. You are cultivators, and you are the elite among the people, so this city lord will definitely accept your advice. Of course, this city lord only accepts good advice. If it is an evil advice like the two people just now, this city lord will severely punish you!"
At this point, the fat city lord looked at the monks below with a cold light in his rat eyes. After a moment of silence, he continued: "The foreign land will arrive in our town tomorrow. In order to show our sincerity, this city lord has decided to tie up those bastards immediately. Tomorrow morning! This city lord will personally supervise the execution! Disband!"
After the fat city lord finished speaking, he climbed up from the chair and walked towards the hall, followed by the middle-aged monk with two swords on his back. Liu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the fat city lord's back with cold eyes, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
There are scum in every world. There were traitors on Earth during the Anti-Japanese War, and there are similar people in the ancient Chinese star! It seems that the first step to restore my combat power is to kill these so-called "compatriots!" It's really ironic.
At the same time, the middle-aged monk who was heading towards the hall seemed to sense Liu Xun's murderous intent and immediately turned around to look, but Liu Xun had already mixed in with the group of monks at this time. The middle-aged monk frowned slightly. He could feel that this murderous intent was different from other murderous intents. This was a murderous intent that was almost intended to destroy everything!
This is the middle-aged monk's intuition for many years, and he has survived to this day relying on this intuition, so he never doubts his intuition.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky and it was almost noon. The monks who had been in the square had dispersed, but almost every monk had anger on his face.
Liu Xun walked slowly on the street, glancing at the facial expressions of the monks around him from time to time. But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Thank you for your words just now. I am Beili. What is your name, brother?"
"Liu Xun!" A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Liu Xun knew who the person behind him was. Sure enough, just as he finished speaking, a handsome but sunny face appeared before his eyes.
Bei Li smiled at Liu Xun kindly, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but then he whispered: "Based on the temperament that Brother Liu exudes, he should not be a coward. Could it be that he is really..."
Before Bei Li finished speaking, Liu Xun's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he interrupted: "In this chaotic world, where the strong prey on the weak, few people are afraid of death, but the premise is that they must die for a good cause!"
At this point, he looked at Bei Li meaningfully and whispered, "Also, fellow Daoist, please be more careful when you speak next time. Some words cannot be said everywhere."
After he finished speaking, Liu Xun yawned and continued to walk forward, while Bei Li frowned deeply. Liu Xun's words were correct. In the current situation, how many people were afraid of death? Of course, except for the few people who had never experienced war and lived a life of luxury.
Just talking about the monks, in this year's constant secret battles with foreign lands, the cruel reality, the passion in their bodies, and the national sentiments have already tempered their minds to the extreme. Why should they fear death
That’s right, Bei Li knew that what Liu Xun said was very right. Few people are afraid of death, but one must die for a good cause. Although the two monks before were worthy of admiration, to put it bluntly, they just wasted two lives in vain!
In troubled times, death is not scary, because everyone's life has become extremely cheap, but death must be valuable and meaningful, so that you can have a clear conscience, a sense of guilt for the nation, and a sense of guilt for your family.
Bei Li looked at Liu Xun's back and smiled faintly, then followed him closely. After about an incense stick of time, Liu Xun returned to his residence.
He brewed a pot of tea, took out two teacups, and then looked out the door and said, "Brother Beili, you must be thirsty following me all the way. Why don't you come in and have some tea?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes walked into the room. He smiled and said, "Since Brother Liu is so kind, it would be artificial for Bei Li to be polite again."
Bei Li strode towards the tea table, picked up the teacup with one hand, straightened his face, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Liu, please."
Liu Xun smiled calmly, pointed at the teacup and said, "No need for these formalities, please feel free to do as you please, Brother Beili."
Bei Li smiled kindly again when he heard this, and drank the tea in one gulp. But just as he drank the tea, his face changed, and the tea he drank spurted out again. He looked at Liu Xun in surprise and said, "This..."
Seeing this, Liu Xun said nothing. He slowly picked up the tea on the table and took a sip calmly. He said with a look of aftertaste, "Life is like tea, bitter, sweet, and bloody! I mixed blood into this cup of tea."
Bei Li was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then he straightened his face and said solemnly: "I was rude just now, I will drink three cups as punishment."
After saying that, Bei Li picked up the teapot and continued to pour tea, but was stopped by Liu Xun. Seeing this, Bei Li looked puzzled.
"Life is like tea. Although this is said, can life be interpreted by a cup of tea? For example, Brother Beili is now unwilling to drink this kind of tea, but he is forcing himself. What is the meaning of this?" (To be continued)