The rose relief is elegant and retro, the oil paints of the murals are filled with rich new freedom, and the silver mirror clearly reflects the figure.

An eastern hole approached the furnishings in the house, gently rubbed his chin with his fingers, and a magma appeared on his wrist.

"Can I bring a pair of this back? Of course, I will exchange it for the glazed pottery on my boat."

"Draw it? Of course, my friend, it deserves to be collected as a collection by someone who likes it."

The person talking in the room was a Genevan with curly hair and a robe in a Pulpouan sewing robe.

He was writing a draft on paper at his desk.

"Mr. Francois sent me another letter yesterday, saying that he was assassinated by the church at a new end."

"Sir, new changes will always be accompanied by the obstacles of old relics."

That oriental man seemed to be accustomed to such things.

"Is this the manuscript you are writing recently?"

"Yes, I'm trying to record some things recently, about our government, the church, and the forms of existence of citizens."

Make the sir nod.

"Sir, are you interested in this too?"

The Oriental thought about it and shook his head.

"Not much, I was once a promoter of the divine authority of the king. The queen I served once taught me a lot about... the 'resonance of heaven and man', we are called in this language."

"Did the rulers of the East also rely on the church to govern the country with ignorant worshipism?"

“Not exactly.”

The Oriental shook his head.

"I used to work under a Cao Cheng. Before I left the sea, Cao Cheng talked to me and talked about his views on the 'people's heart'."

"What did Mr. Cao say?"

"I would rather let others down than let others down."

"Humanistic thinking viewpoint..."

Let the gentleman think about the meaning of this sentence, write and draw on the manuscript, and record his trivial thoughts.

"Extreme individualism separated from the influence of theocratic power and the personal use of absolute rights may be the fundamental concept of civil society..."

Let the teacher think about it and savor it, and it felt a vague resonance.

It is not a resonance with "authoritarianism", but a resonance with "individualism" embedded in every citizen.

What is society? What is individual?

In the primitive era, there was no legal system and the group was loose. The nature of the individual was the theory of the free and powerful, the masses, and the law of the weak in force.

The existence of society stipulates laws and establishes a system that allows people to abide by.

So, when everyone gives up the rules of force and chooses to abide by social rules, has they already paid their own freedom?

Proprietors in primitive society come from competition for force and from the survival of the fittest by individuals.

However, the proprietors in the legal society are based on the legal rules established by each individual retaining relative freedom and giving "absolute freedom".

If proletarian individuals are dissatisfied with these proletarians who have been born out of continuing social rules and are dissatisfied with the deprivation of freedom, do they have the right to overturn the original rules?

That is...the right to rebel.

Various contradictory and compatible thinking collides in the heart of the teacher and keeps becoming the words on the manuscript.

Literature and art are reviving and ideas are beginning to be enlightened.

The text feedbacks the encounters and philosophy of an era, from the collision between the old and new eras to the call of democracy and freedom.

Mr. Let's coffin belongs to history in the Protestant funeral, and the manuscripts float across the ocean with the dust of the times and sent them back to the oriental friend who had talked about and given to oil paintings.

When the Oriental, wearing magma on his wrist, read the manuscript, its publication had regained its reputation in Geneva.

On the cover is the "Social Contract" written with a quill dipped in ink.

...

Edo silhouette, above the high platform.

He looked at the burning fire and closed the manuscript.

The bond between society and the free people is a contract.

Everyone has the right to rebel to tear the contract.

He has gone through a long period of time and has seen countless changes in dynasties, and each time it comes from the tearing of the contract.

But, this is another cycle.

The old contract will gradually become corrupt and complicated with time and will be torn apart in the vigorous revolution, but the new contract will also experience the same cycle.

No matter how you whitewash your freedom and equality, there will always be irresistible asset differentiation. This is an irreversible social attribute, a one-way street without retrograde.

Just as the ancient tomb era that he created was eventually destroyed and replaced in prosperity.

He rubbed the magma on his wrist.

The social contract theory of lettuce is a philosophy of social form for ordinary people, and for transcendent people, this is the mysterious change rules of the times.

He needs to build his new era mystery, but before that, he must tear down the existing old contract before he can free up his position.

Tokyo needs a fire to subvert the mystery of whitewashing "peace".

...

"Gaotian's original god stays in his beard, and the emperor congratulates his relatives, the god of gods, and the god of gods, and the beautiful life is known..."

The sound of Shinto Dazhe.

The glass stood with a bow, and the demon-suppressing arrows shot out frequently.

"I have been in Fenglizhiguo for a long time and I am concerned about the Lord of Po asked Bozhier..."

The clouds and mist are shrouded in the words of Dazhe, and the mountains are full of traces and traces appear and are holding on to all living things.

The three apes under the seat flew with arrows.

He shot through three oncoming ghosts and gods, and the ghosts and gods were swallowed up as they howled.

"After hearing this, I will obtain the ultimate Anuttara Samyaksambodhi..."

Wherever Ikkyu's demon-subduing pestle passed, the evil ghosts scattered, and the Buddha's Dharma body behind him whispered endlessly, terrifying and strange.

In comparison...

Tomoya Tomoya's "Bilibili" discharged electric rat shikigami is simply too cute.

The ghosts and gods in Yoshihara Hua Street clashed head-on with the local psychics in Tokyo, and a war between humans and ghosts broke out.

The psychics showed their own methods, and such a large-scale ghost-killing scene was unprecedented in confrontation between humans and ghosts.

Su Qi and Green hid in a safe place behind. In the ritual array painted by Green, he watched from a distance, slapped in the water and commented.

Green kept sighing that he was worthy of being the mysterious East where gods and immortals were everywhere on land, so vigorous.

This kind of scene of humans, ghosts and weapons fighting, tearing ghosts and gods with hands can not be seen in London.

"I have to take pictures as a souvenir..."

Green muttered.

Su Qi was covered in black lines next to him, cough cough, thinking that it was not good for them to paddle so easily?

However, mysterious people don’t have many ways to deal with ghosts and gods, and they are more dangerous, so they are indeed not suitable to take risks.

So, let's watch from a distance.

The black umbrella fell to the ground, and a large number of ghosts and gods emerged in the courtesan Path, blocking the way for everyone. The sermon association should be close to you.

Looking at the situation of fighting between humans, ghosts and weapons from afar, although there are huge numbers of ghosts and gods, their abilities are not outstanding?

Except for the courtesan ghost god who can fight against the three swords of the god who is like the "human-shaped ghost-killing machine".

Other ghosts and gods are not worth mentioning. They are basically cut by machetes from various psychics in Tokyo. It is only a matter of time to solve the problem.

However……

What the sermons want seems to be just delaying time.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion suddenly broke out deep in Yoshihara Flower Street!

The airflow and heat wave swept by, and huge fire rose into the sky, reflecting a burning red in everyone's eyes!

Green frowned.

He quickly arranged a reconnaissance ceremony, and then his face changed.

“Oops…”
To be continued...