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A gentle breeze swept by, and the fiery sunlight was transforming into an orange hue in the sky. On the rooftop, the young man spoke with a smile. On the street below, almost half the people turned their gazes towards the rooftop, including the one holding a bow and arrow. Then… the atmosphere became slightly stiff.

The young man turned his head back: "It's not just them who want to kill you. Zhang Daoyuan is with Li Tianyou, and then there's Xu Bai, Yuan Xing... and it seems like Zhuo Wanli and others, I don't know many. But you don't need to worry, this is Ba Dao Ying's territory… Hey, look, that’s Li Tianyou, he seems to be leaving…"

At this moment, the atmosphere near the street was strange, with people scattered in twos and threes. The sunlight began to warm in the sky, and the shadows of the trees were like golden elm coins scattered on the ground, bright but gentle. Apart from the archer at the end of the street, at first glance, this long street didn't give people the feeling of impending conflict.

Two men sat on the rooftop, and on the other side of the street, in some scattered old buildings, people opened windows, some looked at each other, some looked at the street below, and some looked at the rooftop. After the young man waved his hand with a smile, a middle-aged man quietly stepped back into a two-story building across the street, disappearing from Ning Yi's view.

The young man saw this scene, smiled slightly, and after a long while, as if suddenly remembering something, he suddenly asked: "But... why aren't you worried?"

Ning Yi had also been looking at this man for a while, and at this time, he frowned and thought: "I am worried. But… since I've survived until now, I probably won't die in this situation today, is that it?"

"That's hard to say…" The man sat there, looking at the situation below, murmuring. After a moment, he said again, "I hate smart people…"

This was the first time in more than ten days that Ning Yi had truly come into contact with Fang La's people. He had made several conjectures in his mind before, but he didn't expect it to be the current situation. The young man in front of him carried a bit of arrogance, which was very different from many people of this era. Usually, if such a person wasn't a madman, he should have amazing skills.

Like Qin SiYuan's second son, Qin Shaoqian, who traveled thousands of miles and then took the enemy's head in a situation where the enemy was strong and we were weak. However, Qin Shaoqian's arrogance was relatively orthodox. The Qin family had a long tradition of scholarship, and he himself was a wealthy young master. The man in front of him was more of a radical, giving Ning Yi the first impression of being like an angry youth from a grassroots background. Of course, this was just a first impression, and it was hard to say if it was objective.

Ning Yi was just watching this scene with interest at this time. As the young man mumbled to himself, the figures in the street were scattered, the atmosphere was constantly changing, and figures gradually appeared on the roofs of some courtyards nearby, melting into a huge confrontation situation in the sunlight. The young man didn't notice this, he just sat there, kicking a bit of moss on the roof tiles with his foot, and when he turned his head, he faced Ning Yi's scrutinizing gaze for a long time before finally frowning and becoming serious.

"I heard that when you retreated from Huzhou, you were used as bait, deliberately left behind to lure the enemy, and were captured as a result. The imperial court treated you unfairly, but that's how those people always are, so it's not surprising. Now we have something more practical here, would you like to stay and do something?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Ning Yi's question was rhetorical, and the young man laughed: "What if you did?"

Ning Yi thought for a while: "I don't want to."

"Why?"

"You have no future."

Ning Yi answered this sentence decisively. After saying it, he sighed and stood up on the roof. The young man looked at him, then stood up as well, about to speak, when a loud boom suddenly came from the window across the street where Li Tianyou had disappeared.

An astonishing aura suddenly swept over. In that instant, the young man in front of Ning Yi directly waved his left hand, and more than a meter away from Ning Yi's side, a piece of tile burst and splattered, and an arrow ricocheted in the air. At the window across the street, the window lattice turned into wood chips dancing in the air. Ning Yi slightly changed his position on the roof, stopped, and grabbed an arrow with his right hand, which was trembling slightly. The young man was facing Ning Yi at this time, and he had only stretched out his left arm. On his left hand, he had firmly grasped two arrows. No one knew how he had held them, but in that instant, Ning Yi clearly saw his sleeves shaking like a long whip, shaking one arrow high into the air, which had already passed over his head and was spinning downwards.

The arrows that shattered the window lattice and flew together seemed to have pressed the switch. Ning Yi was concentrating at this time, his hearing and eyesight were improved compared to before. Before those wood chips and arrows landed, he heard the sounds of swords and sabers being drawn in the air, some fast and some slow, continuous and undulating. The window over there was broken, hanging and shaking with a creak, the wood chips fell to the ground, and the flying arrows smashed on the tiles. Then he heard the sounds of "ping" and "pang", scattered and fragmented, obviously because the people who came were nervous about drawing their swords and sabers, some had fought each other, and there were also shouts of "stop" resounding in the alleys and between the houses, not clear.

The atmosphere almost solidified afterward. Many people here were probably waiting for the young man's attitude, and the people on the other side probably didn't want to fight like this, waiting for a clear command. But the young man just frowned and looked at Ning Yi. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth:

"My teacher said that some people, in order to gain the attention of others, always like to sound the alarm, first say things that others don't want to hear, arousing the resentment of others. Then they use eloquent words and take out seemingly plausible but actually useless principles to deceive people. The strategists of ancient times loved to use such methods, but apart from temporary courage, they are useless. Now that the imperial court is tyrannical and the world is rebelling together, you say we have no future, why? If you're just talking nonsense… I'll kill you."

"Uh…" Ning Yi was slightly stunned by the man's strong reaction. In fact, there were many methods and statements to show that he had a certain value. Ning Yi had naturally made various assumptions. He was just a little surprised that the other party would react so strongly to this sentence, indicating that the other party's thoughts at this time were different from most of the ideas of Fang La's rebel army. He was estimating the other party's identity, but after all, his understanding of Fang La's military system was not sufficient, and he could not identify who the other party was. After a moment, he said: "You have no ambition."

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"Those who do not think about creating peace for one generation will find it difficult to create peace for ten thousand generations."

It was almost evening, and Chen Fan was looking at this line of words in a messy room, written in a crooked and unsightly handwriting. He looked at it for a while, licked the tip of the writing brush in his hand, added the words "no ambition", and then threw it aside and lay on the bed.

In the afternoon, they ultimately didn't fight. That person named Ning Liheng didn't make any moves either. Overall, it wasn't a big deal. That scholar named Ning Liheng, overall, seemed to have some skills—he knew beforehand that the other party must have some skills, but he didn't expect that this time the impression was not bad, and he wasn't a guy he hated, but he still had to be wary of him. Of course, although he knew that the other party would definitely say something interesting, he didn't expect it to be this sentence.

He had heard his teacher say before that the opinions of scholars are difficult to judge as right or wrong. There is no truth in the world, it all depends on the circumstances and how you explain it. If the other party talked about other things, he would let the other party explain it a little. Anyway, he didn't hate the person, and he could listen to his explanation, but he didn't expect it to be a sentence: "No ambition," which reminded him of... the sentence that the teacher had said to him before.

Those who do not think about creating peace for one generation will find it difficult to create peace for ten thousand generations.

It sounded like a very boring sentence, and after the teacher said it to him, he didn't take it to heart. The reason why he cared about this sentence was actually because of the recent half-month. After the Holy Duke's army captured Hangzhou, the teacher led troops on an expedition, instructing him to roughly maintain order in Hangzhou. He wasn't stupid, and he originally knew what he had to do, so although he was unhappy verbally, he wasn't actually embarrassed.

In the past half-month, even though to outsiders he was rough, relying on his identity as a disciple of the Buddha Commander and his martial arts to run rampant in Hangzhou City, fighting and killing without any rhyme or reason, in reality, if it wasn't for such barbarity, he wouldn't have been able to truly guide the situation. If you wanted to reason with those military leaders who were used to looting, they simply wouldn't listen to you. Even if they really gave you face, some small punishments that didn't hurt or itch wouldn't scare anyone.

At this time, it was difficult to have real reason and laws. He had been in the army for several years, so he simply ignored these things. Burning, killing, looting, and taking by force were okay, as long as he secretly did things that didn't disrupt the overall situation. If anyone really affected something important, he was too lazy to say anything and would just go to their door and beat them to death. Like Chen Damu a few days ago, this person was under Bao Dao-Yi, and it was okay to collect protection fees, but when it affected the extent of water transportation, within a few days, he beat all the major related people to death or crippled them. Then, no one dared to do such a thing again.

But the more he sorted out these messy things, the more he could understand the meaning of what his teacher said. Saying to create peace for ten thousand generations might be too lofty, saying no ambition should be more appropriate. If an average person looked at it, these people had already started an uprising, killed officials, and rebelled. Now they had even captured Hangzhou. This was already the most ambitious thing, but now, this ambition was not enough.

Why don't men carry Wu hooks to take the fifty states of Guanshan. From Chen Fan's position, there were many people who were truly ambitious and wanted to seek a title and rank. But if you counted carefully, they were only in the uppermost group of people, such as his teacher, Bao Dao-Yi, Zu Shi-Yuan, Lu Shi-Nang, and others. They all had the ambition to pacify the world. But as soon as you went down a little, those people no longer had such ambition. Even among Zhang Dao-Yuan, Xu Bai, Yuan Xing, and others, after capturing Hangzhou, the ambition of a large number of people had stopped. As for those soldiers and refugees below, they simply didn't know what ambition was.

When they had nothing, they thought about robbing money, food, and women. But once they arrived in Hangzhou, these people seemed to suddenly realize that everything they wanted was already here. They no longer needed to rob far away, and there were plenty of things around them. Among the armies that benefited from the battle to capture Hangzhou, a large number of people didn't want to attack Jiaxing again. The upper-level generals and leaders certainly wouldn't say it clearly, but among the lower levels, this emotion was very obvious. Even those who hadn't benefited in Hangzhou, as long as they had connections, many of them didn't want to go to Jiaxing to fight again, because as long as they had connections, they could get a lot of things in Hangzhou.

But Chen Fan knew that the resources of Hangzhou couldn't actually satisfy so many people. They just saw that there were things around them, easy to take. In a short period of time, the dangerous burning, killing, and looting turned into relatively safe infighting. When these people had a safer way to get grain and jewelry, they no longer wanted to attack Jiaxing. If in the past, the rebel army could have razed Hangzhou to the ground, with everyone taking the divided supplies and wreaking havoc again, which would have been enough to create more refugees and have more troops. But Chen Fan also knew that the Holy Duke wanted to become emperor, and now the form of the uprising had spread widely. Next, it should be stable.

The biggest problem was that these people's ambition was not enough. And in these days, Chen Fan also discovered that those scholars who originally read the Four Books and Five Classics and had no power to restrain a chicken might be more ambitious, because once the Holy Duke intended to recruit talents, those scholars who came to join, whether they had talent or not—in fact, mostly they had no talent at all—they almost all thought about being enfeoffed as marquises and becoming prime ministers. When countless soldiers were busy dividing Hangzhou, these people, one by one, were thinking that if the Holy Duke's army could take the world, they would be the founding ministers.

No ambition…troublesome…

Thinking about these things, he sighed slightly. Of course, as for that Ning Liheng who said this sentence, he didn't need to take it too seriously. Having some vision proved that Liu XiGua had a discerning eye. But the number of people who could see these things probably wasn't just one or two, so he wouldn't be surprised to treat the other party as some kind of talent of statecraft. It was just that the other party's words made him feel a little emotional.

As for the solution, so many people in the army had no way, he had no way, and his teacher had no way now. Even if that scholar could talk, it would naturally be difficult to solve. It was just that scholars liked to talk nonsense. If he asked him, he would inevitably boast a lot. Of course, if he had time in the future, he might as well listen to him boast, although it would mostly be unreliable, but he might get some inspiration…

As he was thinking this, someone outside reported that the eldest son of the Lou family, Lou ShuWang, had come to visit. This person had come several times persistently. Chen Fan found it annoying and waved his hand as usual: "Tell him I'm not available, tell him to go to hell." Then he got up and prepared to go out to find someone to fight and eat a free meal… (To be continued.) Vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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