After what happened tonight, Liu Watermelon waited for the people of the Qi Family to find her alone in this small restaurant. If the people of the Qi Family had a source of information and suspected the owner of this small restaurant, it would be a relatively reliable speculation.
The killers of the Qi Family came in a hurry. Although Lou Jingzhi and the others couldn't spare any attention to control the overall situation, Ning Yi was a person who had spent his whole life studying people's hearts. It wasn't difficult for him to remain vigilant at this time. That thought only flashed through his mind. He only maintained a little bit of vigilance towards the boss. Most of his attention was still spent on the fight in front of him. However, Qi Xinyong's shout was too shocking. He subconsciously prepared to pull out his gun, but a figure beside him suddenly appeared, and the muzzle was pointed at his opponent's head.
Even if he was a martial arts master, if he wanted to kill Liu Watermelon in this situation, he would have to fight with all his strength. How could he withstand a shot from a flaming gun? Everyone was startled by this strong start but weak finish. The people of the Qi Family were also brave and decisive. Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately ran away. The long street suddenly became cold.
He had just started his self-introduction, so it was a bit rude for him to run away before he finished. However, no one really took his Bloody Hand Butcher seriously recently. The response was always cold, so he was used to it. On the other side, Lou Jingzhi and the others, who happened to be there, suffered the most casualties. However, they came quickly and left quickly. They had just recovered from the shock. Lou Jingzhi's hand holding the sword was trembling, and she was at a loss of what to do. Only Liu Watermelon, after a while, put away the posture of punching which was quite pleasing to watch. After standing quietly for a while, she looked around and chuckled softly.
"Hehe … Hahahahahahaha …"
She didn't have the intention to chase after the people of the Qi Family from the beginning. At this time, she put the back of her hand on her lips and looked at Ning Yi with an uncontrollable smile. Then she looked away, probably because Ning Yi's last "bloody butcher" amused her. Her laughter didn't sound rude. It was like the mountain flowers and silver bells, spreading in the dark and quiet long street.
Ning Yi held his forehead, then shook his head and laughed, "Hehe … hehe …"
On the other side, Lou Jingzhi looked at the man and woman who were laughing, and his expression turned slightly ugly. When the family guard came over to ask him what he should do next, he didn't know what to do for a moment. The girl in front of him smiled and bent down slightly. When she raised her head again, her face was covered with a thick veil. After a moment, she said, "Let's go." He walked to the opposite wall, pulled out the giant blade with both hands, and dragged it to the front of the damaged shop. He grabbed a piece of felt cloth and wrapped the Tyrant Blade, then carried it on his back. During the whole process, the girl did not look at Lou Jing again. Ning Yi walked back with her. From afar, the soldiers who had received the news were already coming over.
The light of the fire swept across the street, and the voices of the people were noisy. After a while, it became dark again. Ning Yi and Liu Guihua walked on a remote street, so they didn't walk fast. The girl was silent for a while before she spoke again. Her voice was a little low this time.
"… My family and Uncle Qi used to be friends for generations. Although we weren't as close as Uncle Fang, we always had a tacit friendship when we were friends in Jianghu. I thought that this friendship would be passed down from generation to generation, but I didn't expect it to end like this. We were all Jianghu people, fighting and fighting, but in the end, we only said that we had no choice … "
It was already late at night. The girl's face was covered by the veil, and her expression couldn't be seen. However, her voice was low, and it was more like she was talking to herself than talking to her heart. Ning Yi walked to the side and didn't answer. There was a small stone bridge in front of them, and the grass and flowers by the bridge were silent in the darkness. There was a small yard across the river, and the black awning boat was gently swaying under the bridge.
The nature of the relationship between the two was more like a guest and a host than a friend. After the girl said this, she probably felt that she shouldn't say too much, so she didn't continue. After a while, she softly said "Oh", and suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth. Ning Yi tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
She didn't say anything, but after waving at Ning Yi, she quickly ran forward and stood by the railing of the stone bridge. Her upper body leaned out slightly, and it seemed that she was about to vomit, but then she just coughed twice. Ning Yi saw that the figure swayed a few times, and then leaned forward under the bridge.
At this time, the girl was carrying a heavy saber on her back. She leaned down, but she couldn't stop the momentum, but she also slowly leaned forward. Her hands were already hanging down, and then her feet suddenly left the ground. Her lower abdomen was pressed against the railing, like a seesaw, which looked interesting from afar. Ning Yi could see that she was starting to faint, and probably still had a trace of consciousness. He waved his hands, but in the end, his head was heavy, and he fell into the river under the bridge.
When the girl fell out of the railing, Ning Yi had already rushed over, and reached out to grab the cloth tied to the giant saber. The girl's body was hanging below. After swaying a few times, the cloth seemed to be not very strong, and it was about to break. The girl below moved slightly, and then a strong force lifted the person and the saber. Ning Yi's hand loosened, and the girl's body suddenly flipped in the air.
Hua, boom, the girl's figure flipped a few times on the water surface, and then she kicked the giant saber, and her body fell towards the shore. The giant saber fell into the water, splashing high. There was a small patch of grass on the other side of the embankment, and the girl's body fell on the grass, rolled twice, and hit the embankment. She swayed a few times in a daze, propped up her body with one hand, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
After spitting out the blood, the girl seemed to start to wake up. She half lay down for a while, tore off the blood-stained gauze, moved to the back, and sat down against the embankment. Taking a few deep breaths, she bent her legs, and reached out to hug herself, curling up in the darkness beside the bridge.
No matter how high her martial arts skills were, there was still a limit. Ning Yi was not clear about the matter regarding Qi Yuankang, but thinking about the girl in front of him, thinking about the past friendship, and thinking that she had no choice but to take action to settle the matter, led the troops to kill Qi Yuankang, most likely in accordance with the rules of the Jianghu, fought as much as possible, and sent the opponent on his way, and then turned around to face the Qi family's killers just now. She held her breath to fulfill the rules of the Jianghu in her heart, but at this time, she still could not suppress her internal injuries.
The cultivation of internal martial arts was based on one breath, and at this time, the internal injuries had accumulated and spat out blood, indicating that the injuries were already very serious. Ning Yi walked around the bridge, walked over, and jumped down the embankment. The girl glanced at him, and said with a light smile, "Blood-handed Butcher Ning Liheng? I am Tyrant Blade Liu Dabiao … please advise me. "
"Not a problem, not a problem," Ning Yi said, and sat down next to her, then added in a low voice, "It's an honor to meet you."
"Heh, it's an honor to meet you … That's my daddy … I am Tyrant Blade Liu Watermelon …" she said softly, and thought for a moment, "What if people hear that I am Tyrant Blade Cutting Watermelon? People will laugh when they hear it … In the future, people will call me Watermelon Blade Liu Dabiao, Watermelon Blade Liu Watermelon, or maybe Watermelon Blade Liu Donggua. When I was young, I was called Watermelon, and when people opposed me, they insisted on calling me Liu Donggua, Liu Donggua, Liu Donggua …"
Probably because she was relieved, and also temporarily put down the pressure on her shoulders, the girl's voice was soft, and she was reminiscing about the past, teasing herself. Ning Yi looked at the river flowing in front of him, and said, "And Liu Watermelon … If I am called Liu Donggua, everyone will have to think about what Donggua is. But as long as I kill many people, no matter what the name is, people won't laugh. Although I am called Bloodhand Butcher, I don't have any martial arts skills. No matter how famous my name is, people won't be afraid of me. "
"Bloodhand Butcher isn't famous either." The girl laughed, then looked at him, and said, "However, I'm afraid that people who say you don't have any martial arts skills are wrong. Although you have such an ugly nickname, I, the famous Tyrant Blade Liu Watermelon, believe that one day, you will be famous in the pugilistic world. "
"Thank you for your auspicious words, Watermelon."
"En … Watermelon's words are auspicious …" She nodded, and then repeated Ning Yi's words. Gradually, she began to laugh. She suppressed her voice, and even punched the grass twice with her fist. After a long while, she couldn't help but cough, and then adjusted her breathing. "Actually, I originally wanted to find trouble with Li Tianyou tonight, but I was injured first, and then there was still a fight to fight, so there was no way to do it. Now that you have killed one of them, let's forget about this matter, okay? "
"Yes, I didn't want to do anything, but it's not good to be overbearing."
"Overbearing … Ha." Liu Watermelon smiled, "There's nothing overbearing about it. Back then, when Uncle Fang and my father planned the uprising, Auntie Baihua, Uncle Seven, and the others often came over. At that time, I practiced martial arts every day and helped my father deal with the affairs of the village. They asked me what I wanted to do in the future, and I said that I wanted to be an empress in the future and manage a lot of people. At that time, everyone agreed that if the uprising was successful, I would be given the title of empress. As long as it was something I could see, I could manage."
The girl usually treated people, and although she pretended to be heroic, she was stubborn and cold inside, somewhat similar to the image of the so-called "three no girls" in the future. Ning Yi couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the scene of her criticizing various things in the village when she was eleven or twelve years old. As for the title of female emperor, it was understandable. With her current status in front of Fang La, if the uprising succeeded, it wouldn't be a big deal to let her be a female emperor since the Tyrant Blade Camp ruled a county and a county.
"Li Tianyou, relying on his brother's prestige, thought that what I said was false, and always stretched out his hand to test me. He always thought that he could use the intrigue between him and those people in front of me, and he always thought that I was the same as others. If it weren't for Uncle Qi, all the people around him would have died tonight. But in the end … with Li Tianrun around, I still couldn't kill him, so … I just let it go … "
At the end of her words, there was a trace of sarcasm in her words. Li Tianyou tried all kinds of provocations, thinking that tonight's matter was still within the bounds of propriety, but he didn't know that in fact, it was beyond the tolerance of the girl in front of him. Even if the girl could be unreasonable in many things, she was still a member of the Jianghu after all. There were many things that she couldn't do as she pleased. Probably thinking of this, she said these somewhat dispirited words.
"In fact, I'm not that different. People in Jianghu are always scheming against each other … But I think I'm very powerful, and I'm good at managing things around me. The people in the Tyrant Blade Camp live a better life than them, and there are more people living a good life than in other places. In the past 500 years, there have been many emperors, but in fact, the difference is just a little bit better and a little bit worse. You scholars talk all day about the great unification, but it's useless … Ning Liheng, don't you think so? "
Ning Yi nodded and said, "Yes, it's just a little bit better, a little bit worse, a little bit better, and a little bit worse."
Seeing him nodding, Liu Watermelon smiled contentedly and said, "No matter how good an emperor is, he can only manage his life for a hundred years. I heard that those emperors only care about their family's hundreds of years of foundation. In fact, if their sons are too stupid, the world will be very bad. I'm happy when I see the people around me living a good life. Sometimes, I feel like I'm a shepherdess. When the sheep in the sheepfold are fat, I'll be very happy, but if they get sick, I'll be so worried that I cry. I raised them when I was a child. As for what happens after I die, that's their problem. If they want to live a good life, they have to fight for themselves. I just can't bear to see them living too hard, so I raised them for fun. It's not really for them, I just can't bear to see them … "
When Ning Yi heard this, he said, "That's a great hero." In fact, he had long known that the girl didn't have a big picture. She spent her days researching ways to scheme against each other, probing into people's hearts and human nature, and discussing with Ning Yi how to manage a stronghold. She was proud of herself for using some steamed buns and rice to provoke the rebellious mentality of the people around her. However, what she really cared about was the stronghold and the situation around it. She couldn't bear to see other people living a bad life, so she stood up and did things. At least, from Ning Yi's point of view, this kind of feeling seemed even more sincere.
"I'm not a great hero. As long as there's no one around to cry, I'll be at ease." The girl shook her head and was silent for a moment. "Originally, everyone wanted to live a better life and make the world more fair. That's why they revolted. But for some reason, everyone has become different now. In the past, the officials robbed them. Now, not only do they rob the officials, but they also rob everyone else. They fight among themselves. Even if Uncle Fang really succeeds, what's the difference between the Yongle Dynasty and the Wu dynasty? In the past, I was able to eat, so what does this have to do with me? A hundred years later, there will be people who will revolt … But I can't care so much anymore. If Uncle Fang revolts, I can be my female emperor and manage my stronghold. The people around the stronghold can also live a better life. For thousands of years, this is the best outcome … Ning Liheng, you're a scholar. It's the same for thousands of years. There can't be a better outcome, right? "
Ning Yi nodded. "Actually, it's already very good."
Liu Watermelon laughed. "It's already very good. That means it's not good enough. Make it clear."
The stars were sparse, and the river was moaning. The two of them sat by the river and chatted. At this point, Ning Yi found it a little funny. He shook his head. "It's already … almost the best. It's not bad to be a shepherd."
"You scholars talk about the Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth. You think about it all day long. Just treat it as a casual chat and say it …"
"The Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth." Ning Yi laughed. "How can there be such a thing? It's just like you said. It's just a difference between a little better and a little worse. A few thousand years ago, among a hundred people, ninety were slaves, and ten enjoyed a good life. Along the way, eighty-nine were farmers, and eleven enjoyed a good life. This is how the world progresses. The so-called Great Harmony means that a hundred people enjoy a good life. But even in the worst times, there will be ten people enjoying a good life. So even in the best times, there will be ten people suffering … "
"What about us now?"
"For example, there are thirty people enjoying a good life outside, and forty people in the Tyrant's Saber Camp. If there are forty people enjoying a good life outside, it's a good emperor. If there are only thirty people enjoying a good life, it's a bad emperor. From this point of view, there's a difference between thirty percent fairness and forty percent fairness. "
The girl laughed. "The pot calling the kettle black."
"In this world, the pot calling the kettle black. It's good to be a little better. Those who say that you can't do anything because you can't make the Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth …" Ning Yi sighed. "They're all worms."
The girl was silent for a long time. "Ning Liheng, do you have an idea?" Then, she laughed. "You're a scholar. All scholars think about the Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth. You've thought about it too, haven't you?"
"No. But there's a possibility …"
"What is it?"
"What will happen if there are two Liu Dabiao's in the Tyrant's Saber Camp?"
"Huh?"
"Between the two of you, whoever makes the people of the stronghold happier, whoever makes the people of the stronghold better, will be the Stronghold Lord. Everyone can choose."
"… I'll rope her in and kill her …"
"What if everyone can be Liu Dabiao? If I want to be the Stronghold Master, I'll come out and say that I can do it better than you. I've done some things now, and everyone is starting to believe in me. Next, the Chief Supervisor of Tiannan will also come out to be the Stronghold Master. He's also done a lot of things … The three of us will be chosen by the people in the stronghold … "
"The stronghold is the foundation of our ancestors. How can you choose like this? If you do this, you'll gather people to kill me. I'll also ask people to kill you. The old people who followed my father are all here. Liheng, you can't be the Stronghold Master even if you want to. "
After thinking about it, the girl raised her chin and answered rather proudly.
"But the law is equal. We're all human. Why can you be the Stronghold Master and I can't be?"
"My father fought for the stronghold. Everyone is the same. It's also my family's property. You can't say that there's no difference in power. Just because my family is richer, you can rob my family. "
"…" Ning Yi was a little speechless.
"You have nothing to say."
"There's no difference in power. Everyone is the same. Now that the stronghold belongs to your family, the people in the stronghold don't. They're all gathered together to live a better life. The value they create … Uh, the relationship of production is a little complicated …" Ning Yi was originally speaking without thinking, but now he felt a little headache. He had to talk about capital theory for the whole night. "But … to put it simply, if you convert your family's stronghold into money, you'll be a tycoon. Next, everyone will work together and split the money. You're the Stronghold Master, so you can get more. Now that you're a good watermelon with a conscience, the people in the stronghold will have 40% justice. If you're a bad watermelon and only know how to be greedy, the stronghold will only have 30% justice left. "
Liu Watermelon pursed her lips and smiled.
"If you want 50% justice, then you have to let everyone have their say. You can't have the final say on where to sell the things this year and how to split the money. There have to be people supervising you. In the end, everyone feels that the money is split fairly. Then it's really fair. If everyone feels that it's not fair, then you won't be the Stronghold Master next year."
"It's useless," the girl said. "Now that I'm a bad watermelon and I'm the Stronghold Master, I can say that it's not good for the stronghold to be chosen in the past. The stronghold is my family, and I have the final say. If anyone doesn't agree, I'll chase them away and kill them. It'll be the same in the future. If I'm a good watermelon, I'll only be 40 for a few years after I step down. If a bad watermelon comes to power, I'll be 30 for a few decades. "
"That's why there needs to be supervision. The separation of the three powers will prevent the Stronghold Master from having too much power. The supervision mechanism can't just have one or two layers … Most importantly, we have to spread the word to the people in the stronghold. We have to spread the word that the law is equal and that there's no difference between superior and inferior. We have to let everyone believe in it from the bottom of their hearts. Why is the law equal and why there's no difference between superior and inferior? We have to have many people study it and write books so that these ideas can be passed down from generation to generation. It's just like how the Confucians think now … Fairness and justice doesn't mean that everyone can choose. Once they choose, they don't care about anything else and just be a hands-off boss … These 50 steps don't just divide the power from the top to the bottom, they also divide the responsibility. If people only see power and no responsibility, they won't be able to reach the 50 steps …"
"… There's a benefit when I reach this 50% justice path. If I want to rebel, I can pull many people together. The first thing I want to do is not to rebel, but to let everyone choose me to be the Emperor. In this way, even if a thousand years pass, no one will rebel again … "
It was already late at night. At some point in time, the scholar carried the young girl on his back and walked in the direction of his home in the darkness. Occasionally, he would say some messy thoughts. Ning Yi's words were not obscure. Democracy and freedom could be seen all over the streets in the future. He only gave a simple outline. Of course, there were some things that he could see and think about. In the future, when many people sang praises of the sweetness of this fruit, very few people would say that from slavery to feudalism to capitalism, the lower levels could continuously share power with the upper levels of the pyramid. However, what it needed the most was for the lower levels to be able to shoulder more responsibility. This consciousness of shouldering the responsibility of citizens needed a complete set of theories to support it. It needed people to sincerely believe that the country was their own, and it also needed people to sincerely protect these things. The system of the West in the future was built on a set of theories about democracy and freedom. It was built on their movies, novels, books, and even the eyes of everyone. Culture and spirit were the root of everything.
Towards the end, the young girl just lay on his back and listened. Her internal injuries were not fatal, but it was enough to bring about great fatigue. At this moment, Ning Yi was also wrapped in bandages and stained with blood. The two of them looked equally miserable. At this moment, they looked like a pair of chivalrous lovers who helped each other in times of hardship. Ning Yi's voice was not loud and was quiet. After all, he was just saying it casually. However, when they saw Xiliu Street, Liu Guihua raised her head and said softly, "Ning Liheng, you want to kill the emperor."
Ning Yi was silent for a moment. The young girl said, "You want to kill … the emperor of the Wu dynasty, the emperor of the Yongle dynasty, the emperor of the Tyrant's Blade Camp … You want to kill all the emperors …"
"I was just saying it casually."
Liu Guihua lay down and then did not speak. When they reached the gate of the Tyrant's Blade Camp, she lay on Ning Yi's back and fell into a deep sleep. He carried the young girl all the way in. The soldiers of the Tyrant's Blade Camp that he saw were all somewhat surprised. After a while, Liu Tiannan also came out with the others. They went all the way to Liu Guihua's bedroom. Ning Yi put her on the bed. At this time, the doctor had also come. When Ning Yi was about to leave, the young girl grabbed his hand.
She opened her eyes and looked at the top of the bed. There was a strange light in her eyes, calm and determined.
"Ning Liheng, let's start tomorrow."
Her words were a bit ambiguous, but the determination in her words dispelled everyone's thoughts in this direction. The young girl lay on the bed and did not say anything else. As the old doctor from the medical center came over, Xiaochan also came soon. When she saw Ning Yi's state, she was so anxious that she almost cried.
However, Ning Yi was not seriously injured. They waited in the courtyard outside for a while. When they were sure that Liu Guihua's condition was stable, Ning Yi left with Xiaochan. After leaving the courtyard, Ning Yi looked back. His eyes were a little sharp, and also a little … sad.
Nothing could be achieved.
Ning Yi believed in the superiority of democracy. Even though he was a dictator, he even believed that there would be a state after capitalism called social democracy. When social resources were extremely developed and sufficient, fairness was further promoted, and people participated in society more, then it would be worthy of the name social democracy.
But now, everything was just empty talk.
At this time, when the Confucian principles were extremely powerful, people were used to being pigs and cows. They were used to being arranged by "adults" at all times. At this time, even if the idea of democracy was developed, it would take over a hundred years of brainwashing to convince people. Just like Liu Dabiao said, the village was her family. What right did she have to choose the leader of the village? If you asked 99% of the people in the world at this time, they would think the same way. No matter how good a system was, it could not be maintained without culture. This was because people did not believe that they only wanted benefits without participating. These hundred years did not include the internal strife, the rain of knives and spears, especially in the East. If one wanted to compete with the Confucian school for status, one would suffer a huge backlash. No one could imagine it.
Fang La did not have that kind of time, nor did Liu Dabiao. Even the Wu dynasty did not have that kind of time. When people were extremely devout in this direction, the more effort they put in, the more it would turn into internal friction.
Liu Guihua was a very good girl. If possible, he hoped that she would have a good ending, but there was no other way at the moment. Fang La's rebellion could not be won. Based on what he knew of history, this rebellion was not even as powerful as the later revolts of Li Zicheng and the Kingdom of Tianping. A rebellion without any chance of success, as it dragged on, would only make the situation of the Wu dynasty even more unbearable. With people like Qin Siyuan and Qian Xiwen around, Ning Yi, who was already prepared to go north, could only choose to bring down Fang La as soon as possible.
Just now, he did not deliberately try to sell or incite this idea. However, his intuition, which he had cultivated over a long period of time, made him continue speaking in this direction. He only vaguely felt that saying this would be beneficial to him. He did not deliberately think about how ideal the result would be, but in the end, it still turned out this way.
He did not know how this matter would turn out. Perhaps the next day, when she woke up, this clever girl would give up on this unrealistic idea. But no matter what, this matter itself would not bring him any good or bad results. Now that things had come to this, he would just write about it and see.
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