Chapter 158 The Saint

Everyone watched Xiang Youxian leave.

"What a Youxian, haha." Sun Simiao laughed.

His name is like his personality, he is really like a Youxian, coming and going without a trace.

Xiang Youxian fulfilled his wish and left in style.

A song of "Xiaoyaoyou" really fits the occasion.

Xu Xuan said nothing, but returned to Wutong Cave.

The other children who practiced martial arts saw it. They were still young and didn't understand what parting was at this time. When they really faced it, they were already sighing.

The next day, Xu Xuan rode down the mountain.

Xiaoyao immortality, walking through the green mountains without getting old.

Who can resist the temptation of immortality.

Xu Xuan went down the mountain again.

This time, there was no opponent.

There are not many famous grandmasters in the world, either hiding or secluded.

Xu Xuan came to Chang'an, and then came out of the mansion, followed by a thin middle-aged man, this person is Lu Jing.

"This place has changed a lot."

Chang'an is more prosperous. Although it is not as prosperous as in the past, it has reached the peak of the ancient dynasty.

There are more than a dozen martial arts halls in the city.

"Huashan Martial Arts Hall, Taibai Martial Arts Hall, Taoist Martial Arts Hall..."

There are also pharmacies, fur shops, bone-setting massage shops...

Most of these are the industries of the sects.

Due to the land limit of the Taoist sect, most sects cannot rely on land to make profits. They used to own a lot of land and enjoy the fruits of others' labor.

Now they either rely on farming to make enough food and clothing, or find another way out.

Due to the dispersion of wealth, the increase in the base of the middle class, and the increase in grain production, the people have a lot of spare money in their hands and have begun to pursue a higher quality of life.

The types of shops on both sides of the street are more than ten times that of before, and martial arts halls have become people's first choice for physical exercise.

Medicine is also an indispensable part of people's lives.

"Come and take a look at the qi-replenishing and aphrodisiac medicine of Huashan Martial Arts Hall! Honesty, ten times the price if ineffective!"

The salesperson of the martial arts hall shouted while knocking on the gong.

There was a long line in front of him. The money earned from this kind of drugs was faster than robbery. Who would be willing to do some bloody work?

Times have changed. The income of martial artists has increased.

Martial arts have gradually shifted to strengthening the body. Of course, this does not mean that there is no combat effectiveness. With the increase in the number of martial artists, the overall combat effectiveness of China has improved a lot.

As time goes by, the distance is getting bigger and bigger. When the gap is widened to a certain extent, it will be a crushing defeat when the war with the border is launched.

So the people from the desert and Goguryeo came to ask for peace, and Kou Zhen readily agreed.

The other party is nothing more than the difference between quick death and slow death. Choosing slow death will result in fewer casualties on his side.

"Yes, that's how it should develop. Don't try to save trouble and suppress blindly. Suppression will only make the country stagnant. As long as the Dao Sect forms absolute suppression, we don't have to worry about them causing any trouble."

"Disciple understands." Lu Jing suddenly said, "By the way, Kou Zhen is in seclusion and is preparing to break through to the Grandmaster level. He asked me to tell you."

"Okay, I know."

Xu Xuan nodded.

I came here at the age of 110, and now I am 131 years old. Twenty-one years have passed.

From the mediocre warrior Kou Zhen I met at the beginning to the Grandmaster now, it can be said that he has made steady progress. He is a little worse than Tang Ming back then, but he has a solid foundation and may achieve higher achievements than Tang Ming in the future.

"By the way, have you found Tang Ming?" Xu Xuan asked.

"No, I don't know where this guy has gone. He may be hiding among the people." Lu Jing added, "Not only that, other wanted criminals have also disappeared; the world is so big, if they just hide and don't reveal their martial arts, it will be difficult for us to find them. Maybe this group of people are secretly plotting something."

"Let them go, and we can lure them out of their holes in the future and catch them all in one fell swoop." Xu Xuan said indifferently.

Many people don't know the power of a mature system. This system will not have the problem of a lack of successors, but as time goes by, strong people will emerge one by one.

So competing with the Taoist sect for time is the wrong person.

"Are you trying to outlast me?" Xu Xuan almost laughed when he heard this idea.

"Do you want to see the prisoners? Wang Dao is not dead yet."

"Okay."

Xu Xuan followed Lu Jing to the outside of the city. It's better to say it's a concentration camp than a prison.

A special area outside the city is set aside for the purpose of detaining prisoners.

"Spare my life!"

"I was wrong! I won't do it again!"

In the prison, there are Confucian scholars who kill people for the sake of etiquette, knights who break the law with force, overbearing aristocratic families and lackeys, corrupt officials.

The blood on the guillotine has never dried up, day after day, bloody and terrifying.

Xu Xuan looked at the killing calmly, without any fluctuations in his heart.

In troubled times, severe punishments should be used.

Even if you have unified the country for five years, there are still many things that cannot be eliminated.

"The land of China is sinking, and the Five Barbarians are invading China. It has been more than three hundred years. The mixed barbarian culture in the north and the decay and decay in the south must be killed with cruel means, until the world is turned upside down, their race is exterminated, and their culture is destroyed. Only in this way can the style of Qin and Han dynasties be restored."

"The disciples will keep it in mind." Lu Jing said solemnly.

They have been continuing Xu Xuan's teachings for many years.

It has become a consensus to cross the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before having a peaceful and prosperous era.

The two men rode horses, followed by two hundred guards.

First walked around.

Not far away, a troop was smashing murals and statues with a sledgehammer, chiseling off the strange words on the mountain wall with a chisel, and burning down magnificent and strange temples.

"This is the relic left by the barbarians. This should be the largest religious building in the world. It has a history of hundreds of years and is too large, so I have to dispatch troops to destroy it."

"Yes, it must be cleaned up."

The barbarians will either be killed or wait to be killed.

Xu Xuan has never cared about the protection of cultural relics, especially the culture of barbarians, no matter how glorious they were in the past, and how many brilliant poems and beautiful words they left behind.

Xu Xuan doesn't care about anything, and he wiped them all out of history.

In the future, you only need to see their names in history books.

This is what the Taoist sect is doing at this stage.

"How many people are there in the world?" Xu Xuan asked.

"About 50 million, maybe two or three million less in the past few years."

"Haha."

If all the heads are counted on Xu Xuan, it is estimated that more than 15 million people have died because of him.

Killing a million is a hero among heroes, so killing ten million is a saint.

After a walk outside the city, I returned to the prison.

At the door of the cell, an old man with half a blind eye was locked by his scapula, and his only remaining eye watched helplessly as people were taken out and beheaded one by one.

Next to him was a jailer, who was holding a yellowed paper and reading: "The successful implementation of 1,000 jin of rice and 1,000 jin of corn has brought prosperity to Shu and a bumper harvest to the world. Today's prices are 2 cents for brown rice, 5 cents for polished rice, and 1 cent for potatoes..."

"Martial arts schools have opened in various places, and 90% of the sects have established martial arts schools. The number of martial arts practitioners has increased from 15,000 in the Datong period to 180,000..."

The imprisoned old man is Wang Dao.

Gu Xiao tortured him for three years until simple physical torture was ineffective, and then he changed to killing people and destroying their hearts.

"Why..." Wang Dao muttered to himself, his face ashen.

The so-called righteous path is gone, and the aristocratic family is gone.

Why has the world become better? What link went wrong?

Wang Dao did not suspect fraud until he was taken out for a walk and found out that he was so wrong.

Everything they said was actually true.

On one side were the nobles who were constantly being killed, and on the other side was the country that was constantly getting better.

Reality tore apart everything Wang Dao held on to in his heart.

He couldn't believe it was true, and he struggled more and more in his heart, and suffered more and more.

It turned out that he was the real villain.

The difference between ideal and reality made him very tormented.

This was more effective than any torture, and it was simply a negation of his ideas for most of his life.

"No, these prosperity are just illusions, the prosperity created by the wealth obtained by the aristocratic families. They just took a step ahead. If the wise men rule the world, the country will become better."

Wang Dao murmured to himself, still sticking to his old ways.

"Tang Ming is still alive, and he must survive until Xu Xuan's hundred-year deadline. By then, he will definitely rectify the chaos, and the prosperous era of killing will no longer exist, and it will be replaced by a more prosperous and prosperous era."

The jailer glanced at this guy, probably because he was used to it, and laughed disdainfully.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the jailer's respectful voice.

Two people came in.

Wang Dao looked up and saw that it was Xu Xuan and Lu Jing.

"Are you here to laugh at me? Don't be too proud. The strong are only temporary. No strong person can escape the passage of time. I'll be waiting for you down there!" Wang Dao looked at everyone fiercely with his only remaining eye and said.

"Unfortunately, I am an exception."

"Humph, you are so stubborn... When Tang Ming shows up, will you still be able to laugh?"

"It's a bit rude to call me kid. I'm 131 years old this year. Call me grandpa."

Wang Dao was stunned when he said this.

He felt as if something in his heart was broken.