The first level is not the pinnacle. Above the first level are the heavenly emperors, and even higher is the realm of the god kings.
"If you want to practice cultivation," Zhang Weiyu glanced at Lu Shu: "Then you have to enter the palace of the Emperor of Heaven. Otherwise, you will die as a slave to the nobles, which is the second grade. What's the point?"
Lu Shu glanced at Zhang Weiyu and thought, this is a master with a relatively high vision?
"But you have to be castrated to enter the palace, hehe," Zhang Weiyu said with a malicious smile.
Lu Shu was stunned for a moment: "Death?"
Zhang Weiyu rolled his eyes: "Unlearned, castrated, power of power, meaning castrated."
Lu Shu was silent for a long time. He remembered that his place in ancient times also had this saying, purification, castration, castration...
But does this mean that he has no knowledge? Lu Shu, the academic master, can't bear this grievance. Isn't it just showing off his words? Lu Shu pondered for two seconds: "I understand castration, but have you ever heard that the power is as strong as breaking the bamboo, the power is powerful?"
Words such as "Shen", "power in numbers", "following the trend", "incompatible with each other"...?"
"The negative emotion value from Zhang Weiyu, +666!"
Zhang Weiyu simply took a breath of air, and immediately couldn't look directly at these idioms!
Lu Shu fell into deep thought. Some places in this world seemed to overlap with the earth, including why the place where Mingyue Ye was imprisoned could find an entrance on the earth. Things such as this became a knot in Lu Shu's heart.
Just when Lu Shu was meditating, the sound of horse hoofs suddenly came from the distance. Zhang Weiyu quickly pulled Lu Shu into the field and whispered: "Don't provoke these slave owners!"
Lu Shu watched quietly. The sound of the horse's hooves was coming from Tiangeng Town. It was said that all the big slave owners in the town lived in the town. Only farmers lived in the countryside. Every inch of land in the town was precious, and all the merchants were attracted by nobles and merchants.
Slave owners controlled.
Lu Shu looked at Zhang Weiyu and thought to himself, does everyone in this world have the right to call "Prince General Xiang Ning" something like that?
Zhang Weiyu chuckled and said: "The social classes in this society range from the God-King downwards, including the Emperor of Heaven, nobles, slave owners, big and small, and common people. But in fact, the God-King seems to be the biggest slave owner."
According to Zhang Weiyu, the heavenly emperors of all parties hold the strongest skills and the strongest slaves. This class is naturally formed based on strength. Those with second-level skills are nobles, while those with first-level skills are only the emperors and gods.
The king has just seen it.
It's difficult to rebel in this matter, after all, the strength is completely unequal.
It is said that there are some geniuses, and the little slave owner created his own second-grade martial arts, but he was immediately recruited by the emperors and given a new status. Lu Shu thought about it, whether the martial arts he used were from the Jiange Pavilion or the Star Chart,
They are considered very strong, at least reaching A level is no problem, and there seems to be no pressure to aspire to the Shen Zang realm...
Moreover, he has only reached the fourth level of the seven-level nebula and is now invincible at the first level. So what will the scenery be like further up?
Lu Shu suddenly felt confident that the Emperor of Heaven was nothing more than this.
According to Zhang Weiyu, Lu Zhou was quite interested in knowledge at the aristocratic level. Similar to the ancient slave society, some educated slaves who could serve as tutors were even worth a pasture in exchange.
At this time, a man and horse galloped past on the dirt road. The horse was much taller and covered in sinews, just like a mutated creature on the earth.
Everyone in the cavalry had sword marks on their hands and backs, and they looked fierce. What surprised Lu Shu was that the leader of the cavalry was actually a girl.
Zhang Weiyu pulled Lu Shu: "Stop looking!"
As the girl was riding her horse, she turned her head and glanced at Lu Shu in the field before continuing to move forward. Lu Shu bent down and continued to hoe, but the girl came back holding the reins.
Zhang Weiyu lowered his body, almost buried in the ground, just not wanting to be noticed.
The girl smiled and said: "Zhang Weiyu, aren't you planning to sell your land? Let me see how long you plan to hold on."
Zhang Weiyu lowered his head and said with a flattering smile: "I can still hold on for a few more years."
"If you were my slave, your life would definitely be better than now," the girl said with a smile.
"I think it would be a good life not to be a slave," Zhang Weiyu said, although he was smiling flatteringly, but he did not back down.
Lu Shu thought to himself that he always felt that there was something wrong with this Wei Yu. He could read but not speak, yet he dared to be so strong-willed when he was so weak. In this age where human life is like grass, there are still civilians who are not afraid of death?
"Very good," the girl waved the reins in her hands and smiled: "You have backbone and are better than these slaves!"
Lu Shu was stunned for a long time. What you said was too harsh on the faces of the slaves next to you. Where do you want your slaves to put their faces?
The girl turned to look at Lu Shu: "Where are you from?"
Zhang Weiyu hurriedly said: "This is my distant cousin. I called him to come over and help."
"Oh," the girl nodded: "You are pretty and pretty. Are you willing to be my slave? Being my guest will ensure that you are well-liked and well-liked."
Lu Shu was silent for a long time. If a girl on earth said this, it would be quite embarrassing...
But if you look at Lu Zhou, he really sold himself into slavery and became a cow or a horse...
Lu Shu said righteously: "I have to ask my cousin about this. My cousin has the final say on major decisions in life. After all, I don't know how to make a good choice."
"The negative emotion value from Zhang Weiyu, +299!"
Zhang Weiyu was originally in front of the crowd, but why did he end up being picked up? Seeing the girl's face darken, Zhang Weiyu began to think about how to shirk the blame: "Silly boy, you choose your own path, which one should you choose?"
There's no telling which way is more suitable for you."
Lu Shu turned to look at the girl: "My cousin can't say for sure."
"The negative emotion value from Yudie, +666!"
The girl named Yudie laughed: "Very good, very backbone."
She suddenly turned to the slave next to her and said: "Send a message to the other slave owners. I have identified him, and no one is allowed to try on him! This year, my Yu family will give them half of the profits at the trading meeting!"
Lu Shu: "..."
What a girl with personality...
When the group of people walked away, Lu Shu turned around and looked at Zhang Weiyu with a puzzled expression. Zhang Weiyu smiled: "This girl went to the main city of the Emperor of Heaven to study. I don't know where she learned a lot of benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust.
You're being picky. The more backbone you have, the safer you will be. Her father died in the last war, and now she has the final say in the Yu family."
At night, Lu Shu's arms were shaking when he scooped water from the water tank and drank.
This was the result of overuse of the muscles and their strength failed. He had not encountered this kind of situation for too long, and he was even weak when lifting very light objects.
Zhang Weiyu looked at Lu Shu and joked: "You haven't done any work before. Just take a good rest today and work conscientiously for me in a few days. I don't want to support idlers here."