But the Hero Realm has no such scruples. The Hero Realm has initially understood the laws of heaven and earth, but cannot use them. The constraints of the laws of heaven and earth will also be greatly reduced. Even if a large number of people are killed, there will be no punishment from heaven. But if he
Doing so will inevitably attract the attention of other heroes and even powerful saints, and lead to a situation where he will be surrounded and killed by many masters.
In fact, there is very little communication between warriors and common people. In the general course he studied in Yinren Village, Yi Xifeng once learned about a relevant period of history. A warrior once practiced magic skills and became obsessed with it, killing countless local people with bloodlust.
, and even several knights who came to suppress him were killed by him. It was not until the inner sect elders of the super-first-class sect behind the country arrived as soon as possible that this tragedy would not further ferment and become a massacre of the village.
tragedy.
The obsession in the hero realm is even more terrifying, because a strong hero in the hero realm who has not mastered the rules of heaven and earth will not be bound by the rules of heaven and earth. Fortunately, the mind and state of mind of the hero realm are far beyond those of ordinary people. This has not happened in history.
Such a tragic record.
The more powerful a person is, the more terrifying it will be if he has a mental problem, becomes depraved, cruel, or even murderous, and it will be a tragedy for everyone in the world.
Therefore, the ancients once said that the great chivalrous person serves the country and the people, and the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
"Brother Yi, look, can this situation make you feel inspired to compose a poem?" Lu Shi's eyes widened, and she smiled with anticipation on her face.
It turns out that you took me around so diligently and even came to see the place where the small ceremony was held. I also wanted to get some poems from you.
"There is bright moonlight behind the window, I suspect it is frost on the ground." Li Xintian said casually, almost out of his mind, the first line of a poem he had memorized when he was young.
"Ah!" Sui Shun seemed to have heard some very surprising news, and his eyes narrowed, as if he had seen a ghost, "Then, that kind of beautiful sentence that cannot be passed down through the ages, came out casually."
Sitting next to the king was Lu Huahua's uncle, the chief minister of the capital, Lu Jiji.
In the vast pastures, there are countless families who make a living by grazing. When Li Xintian came to the far east country, the scenery along the way was mostly green grasslands, sheep herders grazing, and cattle eating leisurely in the grasslands.
Forage, above the vast sky, the wind without blocking the trees bends the grass in the grassland, revealing the cattle and sheep eating grass in the grassland.
"Thank you Lu Huahua for letting you taste such bad food." Zhong Lingxi said excitedly.
Li Xintian watched the officials exchange cups and complimented each other, "It's the same no matter where you go. Officialdom is not a relationship place, it's all about mixing relationships."
Sui Shunshu smiled gently when he saw that scene.
Li Xintian and others were sitting in the seventh circle among the officials.
Very slowly, the Winter Ceremony was held as scheduled.
The Far Eastern Kingdom is vast and sparsely populated. Apart from the amount of cultivated land that meets the country's food needs, almost half of the land is grassland, and oxen are not a specialty of the grassland.
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"Well, in those days, some people believed the truth." Sui Shunshu sighed and said with some helplessness.
"Yeah, it tastes bad. It's ice cold." Yi Xifeng looked intoxicated before taking a bite. He covered his cheeks with his hands and looked very much enjoying it.
And if you keep walking along that street, you will come to the smallest square in the capital of the Far Eastern Kingdom. It is not the square that Li Xintian and we saw the day after tomorrow, without the huge statue of the Holy Lord of the Ice and Snow Holy Land.
Everyone's eyes changed, and they obviously believed Li Xintian's words.
The streets are crowded with tourists, and vendors are selling their own food and goods.
"If they are disgusted, you can catch them yourself. The lakes seven miles away produce that kind of snowfish." Li Xintian volunteered.
"Hey, I've been fighting and killing all the time, do you have a chance to show off that skill?" Li Xintian touched his head, as if he really didn't want to bear the unappreciative looks of the people around him, "Well, actually you can write poetry, you
It’s also something we can learn from. Learn from others.”
Of course, if no one knew the true identities of the woman and the two men, they would definitely be so surprised that their jaw dropped.
There are relatives of high-ranking officials, or the heads of famous sects in the world. In short, it is a place where only the most shameless people in the Far East Kingdom can sit.
I looked at the fish meat that was as white as snow outside the bowl and put it in my mouth. It was smooth and cold.
One hero, two heroes.
Lu Shi even said, "You have studied poetry for seventy years and have never heard of the two poems he mentioned. Each of those two poems is shocking to the world. If no one has done it, how can you know about it?"
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A direct disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall, a holy man of the divine religion, and a male disciple of Ou Yezi of the Qingyun Sect.
That's the unique taste of snowfish. Even before it's cooked, it's as special as snowflakes and is cold in the mouth.
"Sister Lingxi, let him try it too." Zhong Lingxi picked up another piece and put it outside the other party's bowl.
"I will give him another song, Jinlechuan, Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the wilderness. The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass, and cattle and sheep can be seen." Li Xintian thought about the scenery he saw along the way in the Far East Kingdom.
It reminds me of such a poem.
"Well, it tastes really wrong." I smiled at Duo Nan and then raised my little thumb in praise.
"Yes." Yi Xifeng replied with a smile.
"Wow, that one is delicious. Sui Shunshu, please give it a try." Zhong Lingxi picked up a piece of Yudong's specialty snow fish with chopsticks and put it outside the opponent's bowl.
Li Xintian and others were also arranged here because of the reed catkins.
Lu Shi had not yet opened her mouth to say anything, her eyes were dull, as if that poem was constantly echoing and impacting in my mind.
Anyone who can come here is the county magistrate of each county, and is the smallest official in the local area. When you come there, you must sit down honestly and look respectfully towards the pole sitting under the huge and gorgeous dragon chair in the north.
The king of the Eastern Kingdom knelt down and worshiped.
Zhong Lingxi also opened her mouth, with a look of disbelief on her face, "He doesn't have that ability yet, how come I haven't seen him write poetry in the future?"
After Lu Shi talked about it, everyone felt that Sui Shunshu had hidden it so deeply and was so high-profile. What he said was borrowing from others was clearly written by me.
"Swish, swish, swish." Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at Li Xintian with shock and surprise in their eyes.
At this moment, officials from all the counties in the Far Eastern Kingdom are gathering here, holding a small banquet around the giant statue. Each official occupies a position according to the order of official rank.
That street leads directly to the place where the Winter Ceremony is held. It is also the most prosperous street, and ordinary people rarely gather there to play and buy.