Now that we know that Wang Quan can kill the young master of Zhaixing Pavilion, and then he even sends it to his door...
Even if we use the human wave tactic, we need more people, right?
Just about ten people...
Either they were overconfident, or the information they received about Wang Quan was omitted.
It may also be that they were tricked into giving away their lives in order to see Wang Quan's level so as to evaluate whether their strength could withstand Wang Quan's strength.
Unfortunately, they are too shallow and Wang Quan is a bit long.
After killing the people, Wang Quan felt a little uncomfortable smelling the smell of blood.
Also, the shoes really hurt my feet.
The fabric of the clothes is indeed too rough.
"ha......"
This reminded Wang Quan of an allusion.
Why not jump into a well and die for your country?
Because the water is too cold.
After walking for several miles through the woods, he saw a village.
Wang Quan touched the banknotes in his arms and planned to find a place to take a bath.
Entering the village, he was stopped.
Those who stopped him were several young and strong boys from the village.
They held iron forks in their hands and looked at themselves nervously.
The leader was an old man holding a pipe. This old man only had one hand.
He walked forward, put on a smile, and asked cautiously: "Is the hero Wang Quanwang the hero?"
Does everyone in the village know my name? It seems that the Salt Gang is doing a good job.
Wang Quan laughed warmly and said: "I am not a great hero, but Wang Quan is indeed me. Dad, is there a place for me to wash up? Don't worry, I have enough money."
When the old father-in-law saw this, although his expression was equally respectful, his words were quite repulsive:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, the old man's village is closed and there is no place for you to wash up. Please find another place."
Damn you Diaomin! If I wasn’t doing it for you... Wang Quan’s eyes were scarlet and he was about to go crazy.
Then he saw the helpless pleading, indifference and disgust in the other person's eyes. He was horrified, as if he had drank a bowl of iced sour plum soup in Siberia in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the rage in his heart, he still said gently and said, "In that case, I won't bother you anymore."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
After he walked away, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief.
Some young people wondered: "Old man, I don't think he is as cruel as what is said outside. Do I think what is said outside is false? His linen clothes are similar to what I wear. He has not seen those wealthy people in the world.
Who is so poorly dressed?
"The heroes who passed by the village to stay overnight were either very heroic or just liked to entertain us. He is not like that. He is quite polite to us. From my point of view, he is more like a poor scholar."
In and out of words, he did not hide his yearning for the world.
Once you enter Jianghu, you can eat meat and drink alcohol!
When I go back to the village from now on, people in the village will have to treat me respectfully! Even if I ask Xiaofang to accompany me for a drink, her father won’t dare to refuse!
"Idiot, do you want to end up disabled like the old man?"
The old man picked up his cigarette and gave him a headache. "Let's all scatter. Put all your packed luggage back. It's okay. It's okay."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house.
After walking no more than two steps, he paused, looked back at Wang Quan's retreating back, and shook his head.
"It's different, but they're all the same."
They were all the same aloof and condescending, even though they were indeed gentle and kind-hearted, their arrogance deep down was no different from the disciples of the sect he had met when he was in the world.
It's just that one is on the surface and the other is deep in the bones.
What's different...he didn't actually do anything.
You must know that this old man stepped forward with the thought that he would be killed.
As a result, the other party did not become angry.
"Forget it, it's all about the Jianghu, it has nothing to do with our small mountain village."
There are bosses on the left and right, no different from the past.
............
In the woods, Wang Quan was sitting next to a tree.
He is conducting self-reflection and summary.
Although the symptoms are not serious, he does continue to be mentally polluted.
You know, when he came back from Fenggu Village, he couldn't stop vomiting.
There have been a lot of killings in the past few days, but I don't feel any discomfort at all.
And it’s easy to get caught easily.
Sure enough, it wouldn't work without Ajiu here.
He is now in urgent need of Little White Hair's hair fragrance to alleviate the pollution level.
I hope Ajiu can arrive after a few days in Lin'an City.
Then he began to reflect on his actions.
Well, actually there is nothing to reflect on.
Wang Quan is also a senior double-standard dog. His favorite thing to do is to point out the world on the keyboard.
But that doesn’t mean he is incapable.
He didn't think about any lofty things like reform.
With the longing for the world since childhood, I stepped into this world, and found that it was different from what I thought.
Then if you don't have a clear idea, then try to overturn this world.
As the saying goes, there will always be injustices in the world, and whoever has the ability will handle them.
Whether he succeeds or fails is another matter, as long as he has a clear idea.
He is so selfish.
The old man's eyes and reaction just now, as well as the reactions of the villagers, really made him unhappy.
If he behaves more domineeringly, they will give in.
As a result, because of his education in modern society, he had some respect for the old and the young, but they turned their noses up and treated him coldly.
But now that I think about it, there is no problem.
And it doesn’t matter.
He just wants his thoughts to be clear, and if you don't care, it's none of the king's business.
Anyway, as long as the final result is good.
He didn't expect to leave a name in history, and even this world didn't need his legend.
He has been here, tried it, and is happy with it, that's all.
The worst outcome is that the world remains unchanged.
Then what else is there to say, just rush and that's it.
He remembered that when he was a child, he also encountered this kind of situation two years ago when he went to target poverty alleviation, and he was scolded at that time.
Later, when results are achieved and the other party sees the benefits of the results, they will naturally cooperate.
If you can't think of others the way you think of others, that would be too arrogant.
However, Wang Quan will not deny that he does have a sense of superiority.
The entertainment novels I read in the past, novels about traveling to different worlds and ancient times, to put it bluntly, are not just the all-round dimensionality reduction impact of modern society's three views, culture and technology on that world.
Everyone looked very happy and actually felt full of superiority.
Everyone likes double standards.
I get so high that I feel so high, and then when I see someone else, I criticize them from the moral high ground, making myself look very noble.
ha......
It doesn't matter, he just has to do his own thing anyway, he's not a hero.
After thinking about this, Wang Quan happily took out the low-key, luxurious and meaningful green shirt prepared by Ye Shengge and put it on again, and his shoes were replaced by antique boots that looked like he was stepping on shit.
Damn it, just make yourself comfortable, why do you care so much?
Anyway, if he did it and his thoughts were clear and he had a clear conscience, that would be enough.
As for like-minded companions...
He doesn't need to, if anyone wakes up, it's someone else's problem.
Anyway, he won't drag others into trouble, Ajiu is enough.
After summarizing and reflecting, Wang Quan felt inexplicably much better.
He stood up and stretched his body.
Then he pulled out the long sword and looked at the uneven blade, which was even on the verge of breaking in some places.
"Pity."
Wang Quan did not touch the sword this time, "It seems that it is only enough for one use, but it is enough."
After saying that, he raised his head and scanned the surrounding area.
At some point, a circle of masked men in black had surrounded them.
Wang Quan sighed, "Wearing night clothes in broad daylight, are you mentally ill?"