The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Wu You watched Hao Zhao's actions. As a bedroom prepared by the townspeople for the immortal, every inch of wood and stone in this room had a style that should not appear in a suburban town:

The wall is made of a special coating with a clear and white color. It absorbs light when the light is bright and reflects light when the light is dim. Even if the wind and sand blow continuously outside, no dust can be seen on the wall.

The wall near the corridor has two windows, made of glass. Through them, you can clearly see the small patio outside the corridor. Many colorful flowers have been transplanted into the patio by the townspeople. The breeze blows, and the light floral fragrance lingers on the tip of your nose. .

The side away from the corridor also has two windows. Behind it is a side room for storing materials. It is also the backyard where guests live. It is also convenient for the temple owner to appreciate the many bonsais wrapped around the silk vines. Several green evergreen trees are growing well.

Hao Zhao's bed is on the side of the wing. The villagers' simple aesthetics led them to reject expensive wood and choose heavy wood that is solid and heavy but comfortable to sleep on. Their practical aesthetics made them more inclined to open a few hidden compartments instead of racking their brains. Increase added value.

But in some tiny details, Wuyou also saw antique patterns and hollows, low-key, but elegant in workmanship, not something that Qingquan Town should have.

Pulling the curtains to block the moonlight outside the window, Hao Zhao watched Ajie relax and close her eyes to sleep. Then he knelt down and put his hand on the bed floor, tapping lightly on a solid spot that showed no abnormalities, and found nothing. I saw that a hidden compartment was opened, and the innermost part contained three tightly enclosed wine jars.

"Want to drink?"

The orange cat picked up a jar of wine and shook it. He put the shaken jar to his ear to listen to the sound. He then put his nose to the tightly sealed jar and smelled it. Then he walked over to Wu You and placed the jar on the coffee table. , back on the couch.

He tilted his head and looked at Wu You and asked.

"Thank you my benefactor."

Wu You couldn't figure out what Hao Zhao meant, so he had to follow the orange cat's instructions.

Hao Zhao smiled, but without seeing him getting up to do anything, the wine jar in front of him was unsealed like water. As the last bottle cork was opened, the sweet aroma of wine spread out, making Wu You shudder uncontrollably. nose.

"The presence of this jar of wine here is the reason why the Taiping Religion gained the fanatical faith in Qingquan Town."

Hao Zhao doesn't seem to care that this altar is of excellent quality

The wine pulp is usually left to evaporate, but the orange cat looks into nothingness and says so.

Chapter 125 Bishop

The appearance of a jar of wine here can prove why the Taiping Religion has gained the fanatical belief of the people of Qingquan Town?

Wuyou frowned as he stared at the amber wine filling the wine glass.

He secretly paid attention to the quality of the wine glass in his hand. Like the wine jar, it was taken out from the hidden compartment under the bed. The pure white porcelain cup was glazed with beautiful blue and white patterns, and the crystal enamel sparkled under the light.

What's so special about it?

Wu You couldn't figure it out, and looked at the clear wine in the wine glass. Even if he didn't drink it, just putting it in front of his eyes, the clear aroma of the wine filled his lungs through his breath. The freshness of the mixed vegetation relaxed Wu You's thinking mind. .

It is indeed a good wine, and good wine goes with a good cup. Even in Gouwucheng, Wu You has not enjoyed the treatment he is receiving now - the family that can do such arty things is at least a famous family, even the master, at most he is with the nobles. During the meeting, I went to a famous restaurant in Gouwucheng to enjoy such treatment.

From this point of view, the people of Qingquan Town really respect Hao Zhao very much...

and many more!

Wu You suddenly widened his eyes:

Only the famous families and high-end restaurants in Gouwucheng have such benefits? !

So what happened to Qingquan Town? !

The Li Boli man suddenly looked at Hao Zhao. Orange Cat had already taken a sip of the wine in the porcelain cup and raised the glass to him under the warm light.

"If they have good wine, they must have plenty of grain - otherwise how could they use grain to make wine? Wouldn't it be better to keep the crops to eat by themselves? Wine can't fill their stomachs."

Hao Zhao smiled and said to Wu You who had already understood:

"This is one, and the other is that they must have mastered considerable technology - even if they have food, they may not be able to brew a good wine. Otherwise, there would have been countless special wines widely circulated on Terra. Only when the fermentation and distillation technology is in place can we have a glass of wine in our hands that can enter our mouths."

"The third is to see the whole picture from a small perspective, but it's not true. The porcelain cup in your hand is rare blue and white porcelain. The stool you are sitting on has a wedge-shaped structure to keep it stable. The bed holding the wine jar in front of you is a beautifully made and finely stitched velvet mat. quilt."

"This is a manifestation of the four aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Do you think this is something that normal townspeople can do?"

Wu You trembled his lower lip, unable to utter any rebuttal:

Generally speaking, only a mobile city with complete industrial equipment can have such a scene of living and working in peace and contentment, rather than a village or town that still has traces of natural disasters!

"Look," Hao Zhao spread his hands:

"Before I came to preach the Taiping Religion, the people of Qingquan Town were facing a natural disaster. They were far away from their homes in droves. Their food rations were just a few cakes that they carried with them. They didn't even have water. The trees they encountered on the road were , The turf has been eaten away, and it doesn’t look like a human being, it must be a swarm of hungry locusts.”

"But now they have rebuilt Qingquan Town after the natural disaster. There is food in the granary, and everyone has new clothes to wear, instead of just wearing a patched rag called clothes from adults to children. People have pursuits, I went from being stuck in the fields all my life to now being able to make a glass of wine that even I feel good about.”

Hao Zhao took another sip of wine, and without realizing it, he hurriedly put a glass in his mouth. The strong drink was unusual in his mouth. In the past, Liboli people followed the instructions of their master and rarely drank alcohol. Logically speaking, they could not tell whether the taste of wine was good or bad. bad.

But at this moment, the wine in his mouth clearly demonstrated its advantages to him. As soon as he took his mouth, the cold wine slurry soaked every part of his lips like lubricating threads, and the clear aroma of wine exuded between his lips and teeth.

Wu You held it in his mouth for a while, only to feel the gentle hot air slowly flowing through his body starting from his lips, allowing his cold lungs soaked in the smell to breathe again as if they were alive.

The slightly pungent taste flows with the heat, a little stimulating, but never excessive. Liboli people swallow it according to the feeling, and only feel the soft and misty heat flowing slowly along the silky wine syrup from the esophagus to the stomach, straight into the lungs.

Wu You swallowed, as if swallowing the remaining taste between his lips and teeth. The smell mixed with alcohol seemed to make him take another sip of wine, which made Wu You's Adam's apple move again.

He tasted it carefully for a long time, and then said to Hao Zhao with a complicated expression:

"The history books that Master asked me to read recorded that good wine is said to be 'good wine after three swallows, and the wine is still in the throat.' I never believed it and thought it was just folklore and imagination - after all, such good wine is ordinary. How could anyone have tasted it? I never expected that I would be entertained by my benefactor today with such a legendary taste."

"Yes," Hao Zhao responded, "The wine is so good, but what about the dishes and clothes? What about the furniture in the house? Nothing. You also saw those children who first played at the entrance of the town. Looking back, what do you think of their clothes?"

"how……"

Wu You closed his eyes and allowed the slight drunkenness to surge up, causing his cheeks to turn red:

"The clothes they were wearing looked like they were produced by Mobile City Factory, but more refined."

Yes, their clothes are indeed very strange. Compared with other residents living outside the mobile city, the clothes of the residents of Qingquan Town are too complete and too weird.

So, why didn’t I pay attention?Even if those children were stained with mud from playing, shouldn't I ignore this?

Wu You shook his head.

What was I thinking at that time?

Oh, it’s because their physical fitness is very good, their movements are quite orderly, and they seem to have received a good basic martial arts education...

Martial arts education? !

Wu Youjiu was so frightened that he looked at Hao Zhao, who was smiling, and asked uncertainly:

"My benefactor, if I am not crazy or deceived by illusions, the children in Qingquan Town seem to have...learned some basic martial arts?"

"That's right. How else can I remind you to think of this?"

Hao Zhao's smile grew stronger, he clinked his glass at Wuyou and took another sip.

"But, how did they..."

Wu You asked stammeringly, and his dry tone was more about asking himself than asking Hao Zhao:

yes!Even if it is a basic boxing manual, you have to be able to read, be literate, and have some medical skills to understand it. How can they practice martial arts?

Poor writers are rich in martial arts, poor writers are rich in martial arts, but even if they are poor writers, they have to start from a poor and poor family that is beyond the common people. How did the people of Qingquan Town skip so many rules and acquire martial arts abilities?

How can they learn to read and learn?

Unbelievable, unbelievable!

"So I say this glass of wine can illustrate the faith."

Hao Zhao placed the wine glass on the finely polished coffee table and made a clear thud:

"After entering the Taiping Cult, you can eat and drink well, your clothes can be fine, and the furniture in your room can be as good as this. You can read articles, practice martial arts, and even learn spells. You can acquire abilities that you never dared to think of before, and you can also be in dreams. Follow the four gods to see the scenes in this world that they could not see before."

"Nothing, do you think, among the precarious villagers outside the mobile city who have difficulty eating, and the parts in the mobile city that are groveling, risking their lives, working hard but without hope, who would reject the Taiping Religion? And in the entire Yan Kingdom, what? How many people like this are the most?”

"When they broke free from the prison, they gradually adapted after being frightened, and found that they could live well in another way of life. Following the four gods, they could eat well, wear good clothes, have freedom, learn martial arts, read poetry and books, and practice magic. , live a life many times happier than now, and make the Taiping Religion an indispensable part of life..."

"A decree has been issued to make the Taiping Sect extinct. We want parts to continue to be made of parts, and clay legs to continue to be clay legs. Do you think... it's feasible?"

A layer of shiny sweat formed on Wuyou's forehead.

Chapter 126 Bishop ([-])

What will happen?What else!

Even if Wu You was just what those big masters said about "the bitterness of martial arts training, haha", he also knew that if the Taiping Religion really reached that point, Yan Guo would not think of ending it with one word like in the past!

You can tell with your toes that ordinary people can enjoy an abundant material environment, abundant public resources, and a rich educational environment through their own efforts. Suddenly one day, the master said a word, and they will return to the slave society. But the old men continue to live a life of superiority, and there is no difference before and after. What do ordinary people think?

"This this……"

Wu You scratched his scalp and couldn't figure out the solution to this problem. In the end, he had to look at Hao Zhao eagerly, his expression full of struggle:

"But those sects that flourished in history..."

"Is there a god behind them in the records? Have the promises made been fulfilled? Can everyone have food to eat, clothing to wear, education for everyone, and martial arts training? Can it be done... to let civilians Do you want to live a good life so that believers have the ability to heal illnesses and save lives?”

Hao Zhao asked back.

"Some sects also have gods behind them..."

"Did God do the things I said?"

"..."

Wu You stopped talking.

When faith can really bring knowledge and wisdom and satisfy material and spiritual pursuits, how many people can refuse it?

Wuyou himself doesn't even know.

In other words, he couldn't even think of the answer to this question.

"What I just said was too hollow, so it made you ignore the appeal of the Taiping Religion. So let's use a more specific example."

Finding that Wu You was stuck in the horns and couldn't get out, Hao Zhao straightened up, his golden pupils sparkling under the light, and looked at Wu You, shooting his tenacious will into Wu You's thoughts like a spear:

"If on the day when your master was bled by those people who used the rules of the world and could not stand up, and gave you the fan when he was dying, and someone from the Life School came to you and told you that they could save your master, would you do it? "

Like dropping a huge boulder into an already meandering river, Wu Wu's thoughts, which were almost at a standstill, were stuck.

Even though he knew that something had happened and there was no chance to regret it, he still couldn't help but go back to that afternoon. His master's face was as white as paper, his red lips were pale from blood loss, and his originally rosy and vital skin became gray and haggard, and even his splendid eyes were haggard. His eyes have lost their luster.

"■■, go to Longmen, take my fan, go there, don't come back, don't come back..."

Wuyou punished himself like crazy. He pulled the hair off his head in handfuls. His cheeks were swollen from being beaten by himself, and his skin was dripping with blood from being scratched. However, he could only watch in despair as his master lost his life bit by bit. , the graceful beauty like a lady became a cold corpse

Dead body.

How wonderful she had been!

Her majestic and magnificent facial features, usually expressionless, make her smile like spring flowers and snowflakes. In just a short moment, she is stunning enough. The most beautiful woman in Wu You’s impression is the master. It was she who entered Gou Wucheng with her child, Wu You, who was farming. Teach him martial arts and teach him stories about the world. Until his death, Lian Zixu was a person who symbolized hope in Wuyou's eyes.

But she is dead. The lips that used to scold Wu You for not practicing martial arts were withered and stiff. She was as pale as a layer of white wax. The hands and feet that could easily block Wu You's moves have lost their temperature and are as cold as ice. They were always full of energy. , the eyes that were fixedly staring ahead lost their light, and Wu Youmu greeted him blankly.

He can't do anything.

If at this time, if the master is dying and lying in the martial arts hall, blocking the way for those beasts and unable to find a doctor, the people from the life sect come, and the leader waved several gestures and used the magic spell descended by the four gods. The magic technique makes Lian Zixu come back to life. Can he...can refuse?

Can't refuse!

How could he refuse? !

Watching Hao Zhao treat Zhao Yanyue's terminal illness, Wu You's hands were shaking!

When he saw Zhao Yanyue's pale complexion turning rosy, Master Lian Zixu's face that was so pale that day that it was almost transparent seemed to be flashing before his eyes!

Why couldn't he meet Hao Zhao at that time?Why didn't he join the Taiping sect of any life sect at that time?If only he knew something, the master would not die like that, as small as the dead leaves remaining on the branches of a dead tree, the heroic warrior died due to the conspiracy of humble flies.

If there was a Life School at that time, not to mention the abnormally good treatment now, even if he had to sell his life for nothing!

"Do it, of course you have to do it. If I don't do it, am I still a human being?"

Wuyou said in a hoarse voice.

He has repeated this question in his mind a thousand times and ten thousand times. What if someone said that he could be saved at that time and asked him to sacrifice his life in vain?

Not to mention rejecting it, he accepted it even if it cost one life.

"Even now, it would be easy for many sects to convince you."

Hao Zhao looked at the indelible pain on Wu You's frustrated face and continued to talk about the unparalleled temptation for Wu You in the Taiping Sect:

"Taking revenge as an example, if you want to take revenge openly and honestly, the Courage School allows you to kill the entire Gouwu City seven in and seven out. No one can stop it. It has regeneration ability, endurance ability, combat ability, spells, martial arts, internal Qi, divine power, and the Courage School has the ability to master and strengthen them all."

"If you want to treat others with their own medicine, the emotional school can make those people isolated in the entire Gouwucheng for an instant and make enemies on all sides, whether it is to stir up the resentment of the entire Gouwucheng against the so-called charlatans, or It is easy for those people to be dominated by greed and anger and destroy themselves by touching things they should not touch."

"Even if you give up and accept your fate - nothing. From the knowledge I learned from the old Taoist priest who introduced the Four Gods, there is an advanced level in the wisdom sect called Fate Weaver. With the support of the God of Wisdom, these people can orient themselves. Observe a certain future, and some of them are extremely favored by the God of Wisdom and can project a part of the past into the present."

The orange cat's clear golden eyes that could easily be misunderstood as amber under the light looked into nothingness, reflecting a struggling and painful face, as pale as a handful of burning ashes.

"Really...can you?"

Wu You murmured subconsciously, and then suddenly stopped - his first reaction was actually whether he could, rather than "I shouldn't believe it."