Chapter 501: society

Xiao Er brought up the wine and food, watching Xue Mu and Zhuo Qingqing drinking with a look of expectation.
Xue Mu slapped his mouth, this low-level Mongolian sweat medicine...a little affected the taste of the wine and food.
What's interesting is that the dishes here are also spicy. I don't know where the pepper comes from. There are so many special products that Xue Mu can't understand them all. But Xue Mu missed the feeling of "Sichuan cuisine" very much, and regardless of the low-level Mongolian sweat medicine smell in it, he waved his hand and said, "It tastes good, you go."
Xiao Er got out of the room in wonder, and waited around the corner.
How come these men and women eat and drink, so they don’t feel dizzy at all?
Zhuo Qingqing didn't like spicy dishes, so he drank it while holding a hip flask, and smiled: "I don't see that my grandfather likes spicy food? You used to look like you didn't pay much attention to food, just as easy as you go."
"Hey, I don't know that there are such cuisines in the world, it's very surprising." Xue Mu smiled and said, "I don't just follow the situation...because our diet is already very sophisticated, I really want me to eat all the time. Can't bear it anymore."
Zhuo Qingqing nodded and said: "In fact, many starting points are just for your own enjoyment and convenience...If the food is unpalatable, maybe Xiang Gong's thinking will be placed in this direction."
"Haha... Youth knows me."
A ray of sound transmission floated into the ear from nowhere: "He is obviously a person who is eager to enjoy, but he says that he is not a huandao."
Xue Mu said leisurely: "No night is in the sect, so extravagant?"
"Of course, otherwise, what is the purpose of developing the sect and prospering power? To sit and retreat? Not for the power to speak the law and for the extravagant enjoyment that others can't get." Qin Wuye's voice took it for granted. Drilling in: "Just like Mo Xuexin confessed justice, does she care about this virtue under her eyelids? It doesn't matter if she can be superior. The so-called justice is just for the glitz of being praised. Over time, even she thinks she is true. Very righteous, let’s talk about having the same virtue with Zhu Chenyao from her family."
Xue Mu was stunned, sipping his wine without saying a word.
Zhuo Qingqing also said: "I think Mo Xuexin may not be this kind of person. Her righteousness is still obvious. However, the entire upper sect may not be like this. People practice martial arts in order to be human, but not everyone has the right way. Row."
Xue Mu smiled slightly, and did not go to discuss. These gangs are all demon girls, Ye Guying, who is invisible and silent, is also a demon. It's natural that there is no good word for the right way, and this kind of thinking angle is indeed the characteristic of the demon, which is in line with their consistent psychology.
As for whether Mo Xuexin was an upgraded version of Zhu Chenyao, to be honest, Xue Mu was not entirely sure. He went to Yunzhou not for Mo Xuexin, but for wrestling in the world.
He couldn't understand the significance of the other party's instigating the Qixuan Rebellion at this time. Even if Mo Xuexin didn't support him, would it have any impact on his ascension to the throne? Nothing.
If something goes wrong, it will be a demon.
But Zhu Chenyao and his little apprentice are in Yunzhou, he can't rest assured, he should go there by himself.
After drinking and eating, Xue Mu and Zhuo Qingqing slept undressed, and went back to their strength after practicing. The voice of miraculousness gradually sounded, and both of them had forgotten that there was another shop Xiaoer with bad intentions.
The shop Xiaoer hid outside the corner and waited. The more he waited, the more circles his eyes became. The words inside were erratic before, and I couldn’t hear clearly. After chatting for a long time, I didn’t see the Mongolian sweat medicine attack. That’s all, why did it happen again? This time the sound is really audible everywhere. Did I just take the wrong medicine? , Is it fun?
Listening to the voice inside, I was getting more and more excited. Xiaoer stood with sore legs, itching and heartache, so beautiful and beautiful woman, why...
Xiao Er was angry and jealous, gritted his teeth, Ye Guying stood straight in front of him invisibly, turned her head to look at his twisted appearance, expressionless.
Knowing what the most painful torture is in the world, Ye Guying was so sympathetic that she didn't want to stab him with a dagger, so let him talk about it after listening.
Xiao Er finally couldn't stand it anymore, and cautiously went over to open the door panel, and an invisible fist flew toward him, knocking him out.
"Let you listen carefully, owe you a beating."
...
Early the next morning, Xue Mu was sitting in the room cleanly, Zhuo Qingqing was helping him comb his hair. The shop Xiaoer who was beaten into a pig by the invisible man shrank and knelt at the door waiting for his hair to fall.
"My hero, my hero! It's the little lard who is blinded. I beg my hero to see that I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..."
"Come on, you seem to have copied what you said, Xue Sheng." Xue Mu drew his ears: "I ask you, at the feet of Qixuan, where do you have the courage to do this kind of thing?"
"At the feet of Qixuan?" Xiao Er was stunned for a moment: "Why does Qixuangu care about our trivial things? It's their low-level martial arts."
Zhuo Qingqing couldn't help but ask: "Then the bottom level does not matter?"
"Everyone is practicing martial arts by himself. What can't be done is waste. Who cares about so much nosy? The big family in the city, the young master is still bullying the servant, the butler is still bullying the servant, the servant is making an appointment with the butler, and the butler is still fighting with the servant. Outsiders hook up, the ring begins, the whole city is waiting to see the joke... Who cares if the residents pass by?"
Xue Mu: "...which book is the protagonist?"
"what?"
"Forget it." Xue Mu waved his hand and said: "Where is the official mansion? Where are the six doors?"
"Aren't the six doors in this small place also colluded with the martial arts sect? Don't say we are here, the world is almost the same..." Xiaoer answered honestly: "If the guests are not too strong...maybe... …"
Maybe he will tell you back and let six doors catch the guest.
But he has thoroughly seen this time, this guest is a super super dragon, so why not eat meat and don't know the bottom ecology at all. It is not the top big high-ranking or the royal court. It is definitely not a small city who can match. Yes, that little thought was completely accepted.
If you cooperate honestly, you might still survive.
Xue Mu's expression was uncertain, leaning back in his chair and pondering. He knew that Xiao Er was right...
What I usually see is too high... Only when I go out and meet the bottom of society can I understand more deeply what the world of martial arts is. Xia Houdi's ideal world Qingping seems to be an unreachable dream.
It’s not a matter of righteousness, nor is it Mo Xuexin’s problem, but an environmental problem. The world environment where the weak eats the strong is one thing. I haven’t seen it elsewhere. It doesn’t mean that the atmosphere of Jianzhou Luzhou is better than Yunzhou, but it just happens to be. I haven't seen it.
Xue Mu suddenly felt a little uninterested. He used to be enthusiastic about understanding the ways of each family and distinguishing the pros and cons. It seems that no one’s Dao is different now. Qin Wuye’s words are not wrong to a certain extent. Perhaps some people have Dao in their hearts, but why do most people practice martial arts? But it was not for the great harmony of the world, but to surpass others, to be a master, it was because Xue Mu himself could not escape this concept.
"Let's go, it's meaningless. Hurry up and go where you should go." Xue Mu stood up and coldly ordered: "Give him a ban. Forget about seeing us."