The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 628 Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, a white horse is not a horse

"Look at the bloodline."

Bao BuTong replied.

This is a seemingly flawless answer.

It made many people nod their heads.

However, it only seems perfect!

"Then, who can tell me, what is the difference between the blood of the Song people and the blood of the Liao people, or even the blood of the Jin people, Xixia people, and Mongolians?"

Lin Chaoci inspired the thinking of these people.

It's just that there are always those idiots who don't have any brains.

"Song people are Song people."

"Liao people are Liao people."

"Their blood is just different."

"Does this still need a reason?"

Lin Chaoci, one of the four elders of the Beggar Clan, didn't know his last name. Qiao Feng didn't have time to introduce him, so he stood up and said this.

The main theme is unreasonable.

"Then I say you are not from Song Dynasty..."

"It is said that the blood of the Liao people, the blood of the Jin people, and the blood of the Mongols flows in your body. May I ask, what reasons can you use to prove that you are not?"

Lin Chaoci said a word.

The unknown elder was choked and speechless.

He said anxiously: "You are using strong words to make excuses. I am from the Song Dynasty. Do you need to prove that I am from the Song Dynasty? The sky can tell you, and the world can prove it, so why do you need to prove it?"

Lin Chaoci coughed slowly.

Under the scorching sun, a thunderbolt from the clear sky!
"Okay, now the sky has no clue."

He raised his hand again and patted his chest: "I am also a member of the world. I need you to prove it now, and I don't want to give you a testimony. How can you prove it yourself?"

"you you……"

The elder of the Beggar Clan was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Looking left and right, he rushed to a disciple.

He snatched the pitchfork from this Beggar Clan disciple's hand.

Furious: "In that case, I am willing to die to prove my innocence. This should prove my identity as a Song Dynasty, right?"

"If you die, you will become a Liao native."

"Because dead people cannot speak."

"You can't even prove yourself."

Lin Chao Ci smiled disdainfully, raised his hand, and took out a syringe from nowhere. With everyone watching, he walked up to the elder of the Beggar Clan and inserted the syringe into his arm. , and injected the bright red liquid inside.

Afterwards, the sky and the earth were eclipsed.

He said something that silenced everyone: "The blood I just injected into you is the blood of the Liao people. It is also mixed with the blood of the Xixia people, the Jin people, the Mongols, including the blood of some barbarians. Excuse me, if It’s really based on blood. I’m not scolding you, I’m just saying, have you turned into a bastard?”

"How can that little blood impregnate me!"

The elder of the Beggar Clan raised his head.

His tone was full of disdain.

"I think Mo Zhi will have a common language with you."

"As for oil, I should be able to discuss with you the story of its inability to mix with water."

"You are like a dispute between a river and a river."

"The river says that we all come from the mouth of the sea."

"Jiang Shui said so, didn't we?"

“Everyone is originally sea water, rushing from the estuary to the big rivers, and then rushing from the big rivers to lakes and rivers everywhere. No one has the consciousness or the qualification to say that I want to go to a certain river or a certain lake. Li, just like this blood, can you say that this blood is the blood of the Liao people?"

"I also said that what I just injected was chicken blood!"

"Can you tell what blood that is?"

"Pig blood, cow blood, sheep blood, or human blood?"

Lin Chaoci pressed the needle.

Squeeze out a few drops of remaining blood from the glistening needle.

Drops of blood swayed in the breeze.

Finally, it landed gently on the ground.

Only a wet mark is left.It was digested by the soil in the blink of an eye.

It was obviously a subtle sound, but it was like a loud slap in the face, making everyone present feel dizzy.

The elder of the Beggar Clan stopped arguing.

Because he could think of what Lin Chaoci would have to say waiting for him later.

Yes, one syringe of blood is not enough, but what if Lin Chaoci has more than one tube of blood in his hand?
What if we catch a dog, or a rabbit, or a wild boar, and give him a blood transfusion from head to toe?
Did he become a beast after the blood exchange?

Isn’t this logic wrong?
At this point, Qiao Feng also understood what Lin Chaoci wanted to explain. He smiled bitterly and was embarrassed to let Lin Chaoci continue to speak for him. The main reason was that the friendship that Lin Chaoci saved him from was too heavy. It was so heavy that he didn't even know how to pay it back.

He took two steps forward and regained his confidence: "You all also know what kind of person I, Qiao Feng, am. From the moment I took over as the leader of the Beggar Clan, when have I ever done anything unfaithful, unfilial, or unkind? ?”

There was a moment of silence.

Afterwards, many Beggar Clan disciples came out to support him.

"The gang leader is right!"

"We believe in the gang leader!"

“The gang leader’s character is obvious to all!”

"The gang leader has never been unfaithful, filial, benevolent or unjust!"

"..."

No matter how much people's hearts change, friendship cannot last forever.

"Besides, even if he is from Liao, what can he do?"

Lin Chaoci patted Qiao Feng on the shoulder, stood up, and glanced at the faces of Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing, and Kang Min: "No one is perfect in terms of deeds and heart, even if Brother Xiao is As a Liao man, did his actions endanger the safety of the Song Dynasty?"

"Not now, doesn't mean not in the future!"

Kang Min said righteously.

But he was startled by the embroidered spring knife that Lin Chaoci took out.

"This sword belongs to the Jin Yiwei of the Ming Dynasty."

"Have the ability to kill first and then show off."

Lin Chaoci smiled slightly, with murderous intent: "Then I can use this sword of future generations to kill the officials of this dynasty, is it okay?"

Pretty!

Bao BuTong pumped his fist excitedly.

It seemed that he was the one who was shouting angrily in all directions at this moment.

"Not to mention that there is something fishy about this matter."

Lin Chaoci changed the topic and looked at a bald old monk in the crowd: "Monk Zhiguang, do you think that for the sake of the honor of a dead person, a young man who lost his parents because of your intelligence errors should continue to bear this burden? Is it really worth the public opinion that should not belong to him, and even the unwarranted sin?"

After saying that, Zhu Xin said: "Could it be that putting the blame on an innocent person is the Buddha promoted by your bullshit Sakyamuni?"

"Donor speak carefully!"

Master Zhiguang couldn’t sit still.

He lowered his eyebrows and reminded him like this.

"I'm not careful about what I say."

"I believe Gautama Buddha would not make such a mistake."

"But you believe in Buddhism!"

"You believe in Gautama Buddha!"

"Does what you do represent the will of Sakyamuni?"

"And you chose to avoid talking about it."

"Let someone else pour sewage on a victim."

"Monk Zhiguang... you betrayed the Buddha!"

Lin Chaoci's words of sincerity were like a steel knife piercing Master Zhiguang's heart. Master Zhiguang, who was already feeling guilty about this, took three steps back as if struck by lightning, and his figure was on the verge of collapse.

After a long silence, he let out a long sigh.

"Sin, sin."

"The Buddha never taught his followers to deceive the world."

"It's the little monk who has taken the form."

"It's just that for the sake of the deceased, please forgive me for not being able to reveal the name of the leader. I also hope that by telling the truth, I can clear Gang Leader Xiao's name. I am willing to suffer the punishment of the eighteenth level of hell. I just want to pay for my sins so that Gang Leader Xiao’s parents can be reborn as soon as possible.”

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