I Can See the Combat Prowess

Chapter 478 Chapter 482: Supplication

Tang Luo turned his head and looked at the man who was yelling at him in doubt. This was a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar, dressed in a dark blue robe and looked very neat and tidy, quite different from the ragged appearance of ordinary people.

It can be seen that this should be a very prestigious figure, and following his words, there was a commotion in the crowd.

The middle-aged man saw Tang Luo turn his head, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Since we took refuge in Chixia Mountain after hearing what Tianjiao said, the pride should be responsible to us that day. But two full months have passed, and you remain silent. Needless to say, we are not willing to take out even a cent of supplies, and let us fend for ourselves! The winter is approaching, the people are short of food and clothing, and there are no tiles to cover their heads. Now there are plagues everywhere. We think that the appearance of Tianjiao is ushering. Savior, not only did you have no assistance, you also sent street gangsters to force free people to become domestic slaves! Son Luo, do you think you deserve the praise of the people of Xiling, the name of Wanjiasheng Buddha!?"

Shocking the vocal cords with spiritual power, even though these words were not as good as Tang Luo's magical powers, they still covered a range of several hundred meters. The crowd immediately rang out in an uproar. Some people seemed to be persuaded by middle-aged people in an instant, and they also echoed the words.

"Yeah, Tianjiao, save us, we have no food and can't live anymore."

"I beg Tianjiao for some elixir, my daughter has been vomiting and diarrhea for two or three days, she is only five years old, please be merciful."

For a while, the already quiet crowd began to noisy again, and everyone begged Tang Luo for food, or elixir, or bedding or shelter.

Starting from dozens of people, and then developing to hundreds of people, people in the back heard the prayers of the people in front, and began to beg for it. The crowd who had just recovered their calm became extremely noisy again, and Tang Luo frowned.

The middle-aged man felt the excitement of the crowd behind him, as if he had infinite power, like a real celebrity, pointing to Tang Luo’s nose and loudly said: "Listen, the people are forced into such a field, all because of your insensitivity. If you still have a trace of conscience, you should take out food elixir to suppress the plague and feed the victims!"

"Suppress the plague and feed the victims!"

"Suppress the plague and feed the victims!!"

The last eight characters seemed to have magical powers, and people repeated them loudly, as if they could obtain elixir and food.

Listening to the uniform slogans of everyone, Tang Luo looked at the triumphant middle-aged man, really angry and funny.

In fact, in his philosophy of life, even though helping the weak can not reach the highest items, they are also relatively high.

Why would he sympathize with the weak, because in them Tang Luo could see himself who was once powerless.

Therefore, he will feel sorry for the suffering of the people, sympathize with the difficulty of the martial arts youth, and even care for the servants at home.

But this kind of compassion is only manifested in the face of the real weak.

What is the real weak? In Tang Luo's view, the real weak are those who have a minimum of self-knowledge and take the help of others as a life-saving straw to cherish and be grateful; rather than some moral kidnapping and intimidation of the strong to increase their support. "Pseudo-weak".

The biggest feature of these "pseudo-weak people" is that they are self-centered, carrying the banner of the weak, and asking the strong to give directly or more, without a trace of gratitude, as if everything is taken for granted.

Among the tens of thousands of people gathered in the Du clan land, most of them are poor people who really need help. They have no way to survive this natural disaster on their own, so what Tang Luo is doing now is to plan for them, but There are also people who are not so weak in the crowd.

For example, the middle-aged scribes in front of me, looking at the gentle manner but the four nines on the top of their heads can not be faked, a pinnacle nest in the crowd to incite, it is nothing but because they are unwilling to give up freedom, and the crowd is the first to respond to the middle-aged people. Most of them are "refugees" with a cultivation base.

These people used the psychology of refugees who had reached the end of the road to instigate them to put pressure on Tang Luo together, and tens of thousands of people shouted uniformly, like a giant hammer, hitting the hearts of the people in the Du clan.

However, he has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years. Tang Luo's life skills are not for retreat. The immortal battle body revolves again. The silver-gray giant appeared on the ground, sat down cross-legged, and watched the crowd chanting slogans quietly. There was no wave of peace.

He wanted to see how long this group of people were willing to delay on this stupid thing, and also wanted to see how many people felt that they could force themselves to submit by shouting slogans.

Even if the hill-like giant sits cross-legged, it is as tall as a house, and even if it is far away, it can make people see the face that resembles Tang Luo, and the expressionless coldness.

People looked at the giant’s expression, and their hearts burst. The original uniform slogans suddenly stopped, and then became weaker and weaker. Even some of the least eye-catching civilians were pulled by their sleeves and stopped speaking. .

The middle-aged man watched Tang Luo suppress the sentiment excitedly just by sitting, and he was secretly anxious. As he rolled his eyes, his heart rose again. He really wanted to speak when he heard the giant raise his voice.

"Since you don't shout, I'll say it again." The silver giant sat cross-legged and was three meters high. With his strengthened eyes almost seeing the end of the crowd, he said coldly: "Become my servant, and you will receive food. , Elixir, houses, you don’t have to starve or freeze anymore. Have I made it clear?"

As an adult who has completed the ceremony, he needs to build his own local power. Compared with the careful selection of ordinary sons, he intends to gather all 1.6 million free people under his command.

For ordinary people, it is a hundred times more comfortable to be under the command of a strong son than to be a free man, especially this son also has the title of Xiling's No. 1 Tianjiao, but in the logic of the weak, he thinks that he will lose his freedom and become a servant. Naturally, they were unwilling in their hearts, even if their original life was not as good as a clan servant.

"Those who are willing will tie the cloth strips to their foreheads, and then wait here, unwilling to be rebels, and leave by themselves." The giant said coldly: "Now, choose!"

Crowd, you look at me, I look at me, and bowed my head like a fate. For most victims in ragged clothes, they are covered with scattered cloth strips, which can be tied to their foreheads by tearing them off.

For a time, the tearing sound of the cloth became one piece, and there were many civilians in the crowd with cloth strips tied on their heads. The middle-aged people heard the noise behind them, and became furious, saying: "Wait, everyone! This cloth Once the article is tied to you, it becomes Tang Luo's private property. From then on, there will be no freedom to speak of. It is to live today, and future generations will be enslaved. Are you really willing!"

(End of this chapter)