The centurion's words were few, and there were so many people who could not agree with them.

Aristocrats, can we resist?

The elders were furious, and the whip in their hands was replaced with a scimitar, and they scolded sternly: "What God gives you, what are you? Catch him up, chop off his hands and feet, dig out his eyes, and let him feed the leopards in the snow-capped mountains!"

Dozens of centurions looked at Wei Yang.

Wei Yang said: "You are waiting for your own life, you don't care, what do you think of me?"

Mu Ren knew that this was a matter of life and death, so he shouted, "Aren't you also a noble?"

"Ha!" Wei Yang laughed and said, "You really look down on me. My parents are ordinary people, and my ancestors have not produced noble people. I have studied in a small mountain village and have grown up to compete for the "inner book". What is my value?"

Mu Ren cursed: "You instigate them and treat them not obey you, see how you do it."

Wei Yang laughed and said, "My family now has more than ten people, and there is a restaurant shop. The money I earn every day is created by more than ten people in my family. Apart from that, I have nothing, so why worry?! If I become you, thousands of people will hold a knife and kill me. If I regard it like a cattle and a horse, they will have the right to kill me hard. Why should I be afraid?"

Everyone didn't believe it, so they looked at the black.

The dark horse spread his hands and said, "Why don't you go to the people in the western border to ask about this?"

That--

"I will kill anyone who wants to rob the value of my hands. Although I live by creating business, it is created by others with my hands. If I plunder it, I will have the right to hold a knife to resist." Wei Yang said, "God gives each of us the right to protect our labor value from being plundered, and also gives everyone the obligation to pay social value for the family, country and the world. As long as the rights and obligations are not given, it is selfish and there must be a way to deal with it. Rights and obligations complement each other and are indispensable. I have taught others the principle of resistance, so why fear them to resist? I am just one of them," I added another sentence, "But so far the right to explain seems to be only in my hands."

...

He gave an example: "Before I come, you can only enter and exit the dog hole. If the posture is ugly, the nobles also have the power to kill you; after I come, although I cannot open the Avenue of Heaven for you, open two windows to see the bright moon; open the door and let you walk in and out standing upright. I can't say the rest, and I may not be able to do it. The person I admire most in my life has never done everything, just like my father. My father cannot create conditions for me, for my son and grandson to eat enough while lying down, just as the person I admire most cannot do such a big thing."

There was only the sound of wind on the hillside, and Wei Yang said slowly: "My father is like a towering tree, my mother is like a heavy hill, and the one I admire most is like the bright sun and the moon. I dare not hope to finish my whole life. You can decide for yourself, and I will never interfere."

But Zhuang Kexin said, "Before my elders came, the imperial court said we were pinching our Zhenrong Army's neck and pinched our necks. The scholars said we were wrong and we had to kill them. Those rich people want to earn all the money in the world and don't give us any money, but we can't do anything. Why don't you go and check it out in person today? What my elders said and done, we may not understand, but we only know that my elders arrived, and the western emperors did not ask for people. My wife and children were well fed and well, and they had food every day and meat for three or five days. Every household would be willing to work hard, and there would be silver in the account all year round."

He took a deep breath and said loudly: "What is the road to heaven? We ordinary people can't see that road or think how good it is. We only wait for one, and we must be dignified and live with guarantee. This is the gate we wait for, the gate we enter and exit with high hopes. This is something that our ancestors have been unavailable for generations. If we think so much, it is better to live our own life steadily. If we follow him, what are we afraid of?!"

The centurion who confronted the old men with a knife asked, "That's you, Han people. Do you dare to treat us like this?"

Heiha laughed loudly and said, "Am I not an outsider you are waiting for your thoughts?"

But since ancient times...

"Since ancient times, these nobles have said that they were born noble, do you believe it?" Heiha laughed, "I believed it too, but now I don't believe it anymore. Since the Han people are seeking life on the thick soil under the blue sky, what are the differences between inside and outside? I, Lao Hei, now living in the western frontier and bleeding for the western frontier, I am the person here, saying a thousand words and ten thousand words."

Several people were trying to kill him, but Wei Yang suddenly drew his sword, his sword technique was fast and fierce. He killed four or five people in a blink of an eye and said, "My man, even if he speaks wrongly, you can refute it. However, if you don't give him a chance to speak, I will kill you. Okay, you continue to debate, I'll listen here."

Lao Hei laughed and said, "What we Xiaolang said is Wang Hua. If you obey Wang Hua, you will be your own people. I will help you kill the people who oppose you. But now that you don't obey Wang Hua, Lao Hei has no choice. Please, please, kill the blood flowing into a river. I won't blink, please."

The centurion lowered his head and thought, and also wanted to die. He lifted his sword forward and slashed with the elders. He was only one by one, but his sword skills were not as good as them. In the blink of an eye, blood flowed, but it inspired his fierceness. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to ignore several scimitars. He only stared at one person and killed them desperately. There was only a collision of swords and guns on the hillside, and no one spoke any more.

Suddenly, a woman jumped up on the ground, snatched the scimitar of the noble master who was stepping on her head, stabbed him hard into his stomach, staring at the other person's eyes, and then screamed a few times after a while.

"Now, fighting is just a death. If you don't fight, you'll wait for death. You'll fight!" A thousand-man rushes out.

Then three or five treacherous men drew their swords and rushed out.

Mu Ren shouted, "Local dogs, give you some local dogs!"

A man suddenly drew his sword behind him, slashed his shoulder with one knife, and cursed: "If I hadn't been waiting, how could you have the ability to call him a sweat?"

It turned out to be Mu Ren's entourage captain.

The man looked fierce and stared at Wei Yang and asked, "In your words, I have been a slave for Mu Renhan's family for generations. I have eaten what he had eaten and used what he didn't use. My wife and sister must let him taste it first before throwing it outside the tent like a cattle and sheep. I want to kill him, okay?"

Wei Yang said: "Of course."

The man slashed down with Mu Ren's scream, then raised Mu Ren's head and shouted: "I killed Mu Ren, I killed Mu Ren, you are willing to take revenge, come, I am not afraid of you anymore!"

The elders of Mu Ren were furious and more than a dozen people drew their swords again.

But the anger had already burned, and someone in the army shouted sternly: "Kill them!"
Chapter completed!