"But life is like this, full of disappointments, reluctance, and even coercion! Instead of this, Brother Beili, do you still want to drink this pot of tea?"
After Liu Xun finished speaking, he sat on the chair and stopped talking, while Bei Li fell silent. After about three breaths, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes like stars, and he grabbed the teapot and drank it. When the pot of tea went into his stomach, a flash of appreciation flashed in Liu Xun's eyes, this young man is teachable!
After finishing the blood tea, Bei Li laughed loudly, bowed to Liu Xun, and said: "I have learned from your teachings, but how can three cups be enough? Brother Liu is really a great man. When I met Brother Liu, I felt that Brother Liu was a man of great talent."
Liu Xun smiled calmly, glanced at the teapot, and said quietly: "Since Brother Beili has already forced himself, why not force himself again? But I don't know how many people like me like to drink my tea?"
After the words fell, Bei Li's face changed, and he immediately ran to the window and stretched his head to look out for a few times. When he found that there was no one, he said carefully: "There are more than 3,500 cultivators in the whole town, with varying levels of cultivation."
"There are about 1,500 local monks in this city. I am a local. Among these 1,500 monks, about 500 are of the same faith as you and me. As for the more than 2,000 foreign monks, I have also interacted with them before. I can be absolutely sure that there are about 1,500 of them."
Liu Xun's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said seriously: "According to what you said, there are more than 1,500 monks who obeyed the orders of this useless city lord? How can there be so many?"
Bei Li heard this and sighed, saying, "Most of them are because their wives are in the town and are controlled by the city lord's people. Since the Huaxia city lord is hereditary, everyone has no consciousness of resistance from the bottom of their hearts, but..."
Before Bei Li finished speaking, Liu Xun took over and said, "But now is a chaotic world. There are no rules in a chaotic world. Right and wrong are judged by one's heart. Whether he is the lord of a city or a town, it doesn't matter if he makes a decision that goes against the will of heaven. It's not a pity to kill him a thousand times."
Bei Li nodded, a smile on his face, and said: "Then I will go find people of the same faith now, and then we will rebel tonight?"
Liu Xun took a deep breath when he heard this. He had just arrived here and did not understand the local conditions or the mentality of the monks, so he was not sure about this matter. However, the deadline was tomorrow morning.
So no matter what, he had no choice. If he wanted to save those villagers, tonight was destined to be a bloody night. Looking at Beili, Liu Xun's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he whispered: "Is there any other choice?"
Bei Li showed a sunny smile on his face, looked at Liu Xun deeply, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is no choice, but if I can still live tomorrow, I should be able to choose."
Bei Li rushed out of the window after he finished speaking. When Bei Li left, Liu Xun glanced out of the window and said softly: "Killing can only be restrained by killing. In troubled times, heroes emerge! I have said long ago that I will bury all the injustice in the world! This is just the first step."
When Bei Li returned, it was already dusk. The sun was setting and a hint of red remained in the sky, as bright as blood, dyeing the entire sky red, which was very beautiful.
"Brother Liu, I'm sorry. The hereditary city lord system has too much impact on them. Only 500 monks will stand with us." Bei Li sighed. Obviously, he did not expect this result.
After hearing this, Liu Xun nodded. This result was within his expectations. It was true that few cultivators were afraid of death, but China had a hereditary city lord system since ancient times. If they followed him to assassinate the city lord, it would be a rebellion.
If the rebellion were known to the people in the city, not only would the person himself be killed, but more importantly, his descendants and all nine clans would be slaves for generations. It is understandable that they would feel fearful.
Liu Xun took a sip of tea, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then he said calmly: "Five hundred? That's enough! Brother Beili, thank you very much."
Bei Li sighed again after hearing this and said, "I really didn't expect that there are only 500 people. If so, this operation is too dangerous."
Liu Xun shook his head and said, "According to previous observations, the monk with two swords on his back should be the confidant of the city lord. You should be able to guess how many monks are fighting against us this time, right?"
After Liu Xun finished speaking, Bei Li nodded secretly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Most of the cultivators are afraid of the hereditary city lord system. After all, this concept has taken root in their hearts, but they also disdain the city lord's behavior, so they should not make things difficult for us."
"But I've met the monk with the two swords before. His cultivation should be around the seventh level of the robbery realm. He is respected as the best in this town and has supernatural powers. He is a great man. There should be about 600 monks following him! Together with the city guards, their number is about 1,000."
Liu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, but countless battlefield scenes flashed through his mind. If we only talk about the cultivation level of the cultivators, most cultivators are between the peak of the innate realm and the robbery realm, and there are only a handful of cultivators above the robbery realm.
If it was a head-on confrontation, five hundred against one thousand, Liu Xun and his men would not have any chance of winning at all. But now it is an assassination, and the only one accompanying the city lord is the monk with two swords on his back. In other words, if they want to kill the city lord, they must kill the monk first.
The cultivator's cultivation level is at the seventh level of the robbery realm, and he also possesses supernatural powers. Liu Xun alone is simply unable to fight him, unless of course he risks destroying himself and performs the Yin-Yang Double Kill.
"Beili, please tell them that one hour later, when night falls, they should gather a hundred meters outside the City Lord's Mansion. The first scream will be used as a signal to conduct a comprehensive blockade and assassination! No living creatures will be spared!"
After Liu Xun finished speaking, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Bei Li's pupils shrank. The words "kill all living things in sight" had completely stunned the young Bei Li. He was now wondering whether he was right or wrong to believe in Liu Xun.
After hesitating for a moment, Bei Li gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the maids in the city and the powerless women?"
After the words fell, Liu Xun's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and he said in a cold voice: "Kill! It is better to kill by mistake than to let him go! People who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. Compared with the tens of thousands of people in the city, those few lives are really nothing!"
After weighing the pros and cons, Bei Li finally compromised and turned into a shadow and left the window again. At this time, the night had slowly fallen, and the whole town was silent, just like a sign of the coming storm! In the blink of an eye, several more hours passed... (To be continued)