Today, these events occurred late at night. Liu Xigua waited alone at this small shop for the Qi family to arrive. Therefore, if the Qi family had a source of information, suspecting the owner of this small shop is actually a relatively reliable deduction.

The Qi family's assassins arrived swiftly and fiercely. Although Lou Jingzhi and the others could no longer spare the energy to control the overall situation, Ning Yi was someone who had spent a lifetime studying people's hearts. It was not difficult for him to remain vigilant at this time. The thought merely flashed through his mind, and he only maintained a fraction of vigilance towards the owner of the shop. Most of his attention was focused on the fight ahead. However, Qi Xinyong's loud shout was too startling. He subconsciously prepared to draw his gun, and a figure burst out from his side, causing the gun to be pointed at the other person's head.

No matter how skilled a martial arts expert is, trying to kill Liu Xigua under such circumstances would require a desperate all-out effort. How could they withstand a gunshot? This ended anticlimactically, startling everyone. The members of the Qi family were also courageous and decisive, and they fled upon seeing the unfavorable situation. The long street immediately became cold and quiet.

The self-introduction had just begun, and the other party ran away without hearing it, which was quite impolite. However, no one had really taken his "Blood-Handed Butcher" seriously lately. The response was cold, cold, cold, and he had gotten used to it. On the other side, Lou Jingzhi and his group suffered the most casualties, but they came quickly and left quickly. The few of them were still in shock, and Lou Jingzhi's sword-wielding hand was trembling. His expression showed some bewilderment. Only Liu Xigua, after a moment, retracted her somewhat theatrical punching pose and stood quietly for a while, her gaze shifting as she lightly laughed.

"Heh... Hahahaha Ahahahaha..."

From the beginning, she had no intention of pursuing the Qi family. At this moment, she lightly touched her lips with the back of her hand, looking at Ning Yi, unable to suppress her laughter. Then she turned her gaze away, likely amused by Ning Yi's final "Blood-Handed Butcher." Her laughter continued, but it didn't seem rude, like mountain flowers and silver bells, spreading through the dim and tranquil long street.

Ning Yi covered his forehead, then shook his head and laughed, "Heh... Heh..."

Lou Jingzhi, watching the laughing man and woman, had a slightly unpleasant expression. When his family guard came to ask him what to do next, he didn't know what to do for a moment. The girl on the opposite side laughed and lowered her head slightly. When she raised her head again, she covered her face with a thick veil. After a moment, she said, "Let's go." She walked towards the wall on the opposite side, drew out the giant blade with both hands, dragged it to the damaged shop, grabbed a piece of felt and wrapped the Overlord Blade, and carried it on her back. Throughout the whole process, the girl didn't look at Lou Jingzhi again. Ning Yi walked back with her. From afar, soldiers who had received the information were already coming towards them.

The firelight flashed from the street entrance, and there was a cacophony of voices. Soon, it dimmed again. The street where Ning Yi and Liu Xigua were walking was remote, and they were not walking fast. The girl was silent for a while before speaking, her voice somewhat low at this time.

"...My family and Uncle Qi were originally close friends. Although we weren't as close as with Uncle Fang, there was always a tacit understanding and friendship in the martial arts world. I thought this friendship would be passed down through generations. I never thought it would end like this. In the end, it's just a bunch of Jianghu people fighting and fighting. Everyone will just say they can't help themselves..."

The night was already deep, and the girl's face was covered by a veil, so her expression could not be seen. However, her words were low, and it was more of a monologue than a heart-to-heart talk. Ning Yi walked beside her without answering. Ahead was a small stone bridge. The grass, flowers, and trees beside the bridge were all silent in the darkness. A small courtyard across the river shone with a faint light, and a awning boat gently swayed under the bridge.

The nature of the relationship between the two of them was more of a host and guest than friends. After the girl said this, she probably felt that she shouldn't say too much, so there was no more to say. After a moment, she lightly "hmm" and suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth. Ning Yi turned his head, "What's wrong?"

She didn't speak, but after waving to Ning Yi, she quickly ran forward and stopped at the railing of the stone bridge. She leaned her upper body slightly forward, seeming like she was going to vomit, but then she just coughed lightly twice. Ning Yi saw her figure sway a few times, and then she leaned forward towards the river under the bridge.

At this time, the girl was carrying a heavy knife. She bent down, unable to stop her momentum, but she slowly leaned forward. Her hand had already dropped down, and then her feet suddenly left the ground. Her abdomen pressed against the railing, like a seesaw. From afar, it looked quite amusing. Ning Yi saw that she had already begun to faint and probably still retained a trace of consciousness. She waved her hands, but finally, her head became heavy and her feet became light, and she fell into the river under the bridge.

Just as the girl fell off the railing, Ning Yi had already rushed over and reached out to grab the cloth strap tying the giant blade. The girl's body was hanging below. After swaying a few times, the cloth strap didn't seem very strong, and it was about to break. The girl below moved slightly. Then, a strong force lifted the person and the knife. Ning Yi's hand loosened, and the girl's body suddenly flew in the air.

With a splash and a crash, the girl's figure flew several circles on the water surface and kicked the giant blade that was freed from its restraints. Her body flew towards the shore. The giant blade fell into the water, splashing high sprays. There was also a small patch of grass on the bank of the small river, and the girl's body fell on the grass, rolled twice, and hit the river embankment. She dizzily swayed a few times and used one hand to prop herself up, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

After vomiting this blood, the girl seemed to become sober. She half-lay for a while, tore off the blood-stained veil, moved backwards, leaned against the river embankment, took a few deep breaths, then bent her legs and hugged them, curling up in the darkness by the bridge.

No matter how high her martial arts were, they were still limited. Ning Yi didn't know about Qi Yuankang's matter, but he thought that the girl in front of him was thinking about the old friendship and felt that she had to take action to settle the matter. Leading troops into the city to kill Qi Yuankang was probably still based on Jianghu rules, trying to fight one-on-one as much as possible, sending the other party on their way, and then facing this round of assassins from the Qi family. She held her breath to fulfill the Jianghu rules in her heart. At this time, the internal injuries could not be suppressed.

The internal martial arts cultivated are a breath. At this time, the internal injuries accumulated and vomited blood, indicating that the injury was already very serious. Ning Yi walked around the bridgehead, jumped down the river embankment. The girl glanced at him and smiled lightly, "Blood-Handed Butcher Ning Liheng? I am Overlord Blade Liu Dabiao... Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise, Likewise." Ning Yi said, sat down next to her, and then whispered, "I've heard a lot about you."

"Heh, you should have... that's my dad... I am Overlord Blade Liu Xigua..." she said softly, thought for a while, "What if people hear Overlord Blade slicing watermelon? People will laugh... Later people will say Watermelon Knife Liu Dabiao, Watermelon Knife Liu Xigua, maybe even Watermelon Knife Liu Winter Melon. When I was a kid, my name was Xigua, and someone opposed me, so they insisted on calling me Liu Winter Melon, Liu Winter Melon, Liu Winter Melon..."

She probably breathed a sigh of relief and temporarily put down the pressure on her shoulders. The girl's voice was soft, recalling the past, teasing herself. Ning Yi looked at the river flowing in front of him and said, "There's also Liu South Melon... If you call Liu North Melon, everyone has to think about what North Melon is. But as long as you kill enough people, no matter what knife or melon you call it, people can't laugh. Although my name is Blood-Handed Butcher, I don't have any martial arts. Even if the name is loud, people may not be afraid."

"Blood-Handed Butcher isn't anything loud either." The girl laughed, then looked at him, "But, those who say you don't have martial arts are probably mistaken. Although you have such an ugly nickname, I, the famous Overlord Blade Liu Xigua, think that one day, you will be famous in the Jianghu."

"Thank you for the auspicious words, Xigua."

"Um... Xigua auspicious words..." She nodded, then repeated Ning Yi's words, gradually laughing, suppressing the sound, and even hammering the grass twice with her fist. After a long time, she couldn't help coughing before adjusting her breathing, "Actually, I originally wanted to make trouble for Li Tianyou tonight, but I got injured first, and later there was still a fight to fight, so that thing couldn't be done. Now you have also killed one of them, so let's just leave it at that, okay?"

"Um, I didn't want to do anything originally, and it's not good to be aggressive."

"Aggressive... heh." Liu Xigua smiled, "There's nothing aggressive. At the beginning, Uncle Fang and my father conspired to start an uprising, and Aunt Baihua and Uncle Qi and others came over often. I was practicing martial arts every day at that time, helping my father deal with the affairs in the village, bossing people around. They asked me what my great aspirations were in the future, and I said that I wanted to be an empress, managing many, many people. At that time, everyone decided that if the uprising could really succeed, they would give me an empress to be, and I could manage anything I saw."

The girl usually treated people and handled things. Although there were times when she pretended to be bold, she was inwardly biased, indifferent, and somewhat similar to the so-called emotionless girl image in later generations. Ning Yi thought of the scene when she was eleven or twelve years old and bossed around about all kinds of things in the village, and couldn't help but find it amusing. As for the empress or something, it was easy to understand. With her current status in front of Fang La, if the uprising could succeed, the Overlord Blade Camp would govern a county or a county, and it wouldn't be a big deal to let her be an empress.

"Li Tianyou relied on the prestige of his brother and thought that what I said was false, so he kept reaching out to test me. He always thought that the infighting between him and those people could be brought to me. He always thought that I was the same as everyone else. If it wasn't for Uncle Qi's matter, the people around him would have died tonight, but in the end... with Li Tianrun around, I still couldn't kill him, so... let's just leave it at that..."

When she said this at the end, there was still a trace of irony in her words. Li Tianyou tested and provoked in various ways, thinking that tonight's matter was still within limits, but he didn't know that it had actually exceeded the tolerance of the girl in front of him. But even if the girl could be unreasonable in many things, she was still a member of this Jianghu. Many things could not be done as she pleased. Probably thinking of this, she said these somewhat dispirited words.

"Actually, I am no different. People are in the Jianghu, intrigue and fight... However, I think I am very powerful. I am good at managing the things around me. The people in the Overlord Blade Camp live better than them. There are more people living a good life than in other places. For five hundred years, up and down, many emperors have been changed. In fact, the difference is only a little better and a little worse. What you scholars talk about all day long, what millennium, what great unification, is useless... Ning Liheng, is that right?"

Ning Yi nodded: "Yes, it's just the difference between a little better, a little worse, a little better again, and even worse."

Seeing him nod, Liu Xigua smiled smugly: "Even the best emperor can only manage a hundred years in his lifetime. I heard that those emperors are thinking about their own centuries-old foundation, but if their son is too stupid, the world will be terribly bad again. I am happy when I see the people around me living well. Sometimes I think I am like a shepherdess. I am very happy when the sheep in the pen are fat and fat. If it gets sick, I will cry anxiously. I raised them when I was a child. As for what happens after I die, that's their business. If they want to live well, they have to earn their own lives. I just can't stand them living too bitterly, so I just raise them for fun, and it's not really for them, just because I can't stand it..."

Ning Yi listened to these words: "This is a great hero." He knew early on that the girl's pattern was not large. She studied the methods of intrigue and human nature all day long, explored people's hearts and human nature, and discussed with Ning Yi how to manage a village, taking pride in arousing other people's rebellious psychology with some steamed buns and rice. But what she really cared about was only this village and the situation around her own village. She couldn't stand others living too poorly, too inhumanely, so she stood up to do things. At least in Ning Yi's view, this kind of mood seemed more sincere.

"I am not a great hero. I feel at peace when no one around me is crying." The girl shook her head and was silent for a long while. "Originally, everyone was doing it to live better, to make the world fairer, so they rebelled, but I don't know why everyone has become different now. In the past, those officials robbed them of their things. Now they not only rob officials, but also rob everyone's things. They fight each other. Even if Uncle Fang can really succeed, what's the difference between the Yongle Dynasty and the Wu Dynasty? I used to be able to afford to eat. What does this uprising have to do with me? After a hundred years, someone will always rebel... But I can't manage that much. Uncle Fang has started an uprising, so I can be my empress, managing my village, and the people around the village can live better. For thousands of years, this is the best result, right... Ning Liheng, you are a scholar. For thousands of years, it's the same. There won't be a better result, right?"

Ning Yi nodded: "Actually, it's already very good."

Liu Xigua laughed: "It's already very good, that is to say, it's not good enough. Then you make it clear."

The starlight was sparse, and the river wept. The two sat by this small river, talking from the idle chat just now to here. Ning Yi felt a little funny and shook his head: "It's already... almost the best. It's also good to be a shepherd."

"You scholars talk about the world being the same, thinking about it all day long. Just take it as a chat and say it..."

"The world is the same." Ning Yi laughed, "How can there be such a thing? It's just like what you said, it's just the difference between a little better and a little worse. Thousands of years ago, among a hundred people, ninety were slaves, and ten enjoyed happiness. All the way here, eighty-nine people are farmers, and eleven people enjoy happiness. This is how the world is progressing. The so-called great unity is that a hundred people all enjoy happiness. However, even in the worst times, there will be ten people who enjoy happiness, so even in the best times, there will definitely be ten people who suffer..."

"Then what about us now?"

"To give an example, it means that thirty people outside enjoy happiness, and forty people in the Overlord Blade Camp enjoy happiness. An outside world that can let forty people enjoy happiness is a good emperor. One that only lets thirty people enjoy happiness is a昏君. From here, 30% fairness and 40% fairness are the difference."

The girl smiled: "Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps."

"The things in this world are fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps. Being a little better is good. Those who say that what you do can't make the world the same, so they don't do anything..." Ning Yi sighed, "They are all vermin."

The girl was silent for a long time: "Ning Liheng, do you have an idea in your heart?" Then, she laughed, "You are a scholar, and scholars are thinking about the world being the same. You have also thought about it, right."

"No, but there is indeed a possibility..."

"What is it?"

"What will happen if there are two Liu Dabiaos in the Overlord Blade Camp?"

"Hmm?"

"The two of you, whoever makes the people in the village happier, whoever makes the people in the village live better, can be the village leader. Let everyone choose."

"...I will win them over and divide them, and then kill her..."

"What if everyone can be Liu Dabiao? If I want to be the village leader, I will come out and say that I can do better than you. I have also done some things now, and everyone has begun to believe me. Next, the Tiannan Chief Manager will also come out to be the village leader. He has also done many things... The three of us, let the people in the village choose..."

"The village is the foundation of our ancestors. How can you let you choose like this? If you do this, you will gather people to kill me, and I will also call people to kill you. All the old people who followed my father are still there. Liheng, you can't be the village leader even if you want to be."

After thinking about it as a proposition, the girl raised her chin and answered quite smugly.

"But it is the law that is equal, without high or low. Everyone is the same, so why can you be the village leader, and I can't be?"

"The village was earned by my father. Everyone is the same, and this is also my family's thing. You can't always say that there is no high or low, and that my family is richer, so you have to rob my family."

"..." Ning Yi was a little speechless.

"You have nothing to say."

"No high or low, everyone is the same. Now the village is your family's, but the people in the village are not. They gather together to live a little better. The value they create... uh, the things on the production relationship are a little complicated..." It was originally an offhand remark, and Ning Yi now felt a little headache. Next, he had to talk about capitalism all night. "But... to put it simply, if you cash out your village, you are a big rich man. Next, all that's left is for everyone to work together and share the money earned equally. You are the village leader and can get a little more. Now you are a good watermelon, with a conscience, and the people in the village have 40% fairness. If you are a bad watermelon, and you only know how to embezzle, then the village will only have 30% fairness left."

Liu Xigua pursed her lips and smiled.

"If you want 50% fairness, then you have to let everyone be able to speak. Where to sell the things this year, how to share the money, you can't have the final say. Someone has to supervise you. In the end, everyone thinks that the money is shared fairly, and that is really fair. If everyone thinks it's unfair, then you won't be the village leader next year."

"It's useless." The girl said, "Now I am a bad watermelon. I became the village leader and said that it was not good to choose and choose in the village before. The village is my family's, and I have the final say. Whoever doesn't obey will be driven away and killed. Later, it will all be the same. If I am a good watermelon, I will be in power for a few years and step down. There will only be 40% for a few years. Once a bad watermelon comes to power, it will be 30% for decades."

"So there must be supervision, separation of powers, so that the power of the village leader is not so great. The supervision mechanism cannot only have one or two layers... The most important thing is to publicize to the people in the village, not to publicize anything else, just to publicize that it is the law that is equal, without high or low, and to let everyone believe from the bottom of their hearts why the law is equal, why there is no high or low. There must be many people who study it, write books one by one, and let these ideas be passed down from generation to generation, just like the current Confucian ideas... Fairness and justice are not about letting everyone choose, and then doing nothing, acting as a hands-off manager... These fifty steps are not just about dividing power from top to bottom, but also dividing the responsibility. If people only see the power and not the responsibility, they can't reach the fifty steps..."

"...If you reach this 50% fairness, there is one benefit. If I want to rebel, I can pull up many, many people. What I think about first is not to rebel, but to let everyone choose me as the emperor. In this way, even if a thousand years pass, no one will rebel again..."

Buzzing and whimpering like whispers in the ear, the night was already deep. He didn't know when, but the scholar picked up the girl and walked towards home in the dark, occasionally talking about some messy ideas. Ning Yi's talk was not obscure. Democracy and freedom can be seen everywhere in later generations. He just outlined it simply. Of course, there are also some things that he can see and think of himself. When many people in later generations praised and longed for the sweetness of this fruit, few people said that from the slave system to the feudal system to the capitalist system, what was divided from the upper level of the pyramid was certainly the power that the lower level could continuously share, and what it needed most was the ability of the lower level to shoulder more and more responsibility. This consciousness of shouldering civic responsibility requires a complete set of theories to support it, to make people truly believe that the country is their own, and to make people truly maintain these things. The Western system in later generations is built on a complete set of theories about democracy and freedom, built on their movies, novels, books, and even in the eyes of every person. Culture and spirit are the root of everything.

These words were said later, and the girl just lay on his back and listened. Her internal injuries were not fatal, but they were enough to bring great fatigue. Ning Yi was also bandaged at this time, stained with blood. The two of them were equally embarrassed. At this time, it looked like a pair of Jianghu heroes and heroines who depended on each other. Ning Yi's voice was not loud, quiet and peaceful. He was just saying it casually after all, but the long-term cultivation of intuition still made him say it in this direction, just vaguely feeling that saying this would be beneficial to him. He did not deliberately think about what an ideal result would be, but in the end it became like this.

He didn't know what would happen to this matter in the end. Perhaps when the clever woman woke up the next day, she would give up that unrealistic idea. But in any case, this matter itself would not bring him any good or bad results. As things stood now, let's just take a look.

The starlight fell, and the turmoil in the city had just stopped. This night of the seventh day of the ninth month of the ninth year of Wujing Han passed quietly in an atmosphere mixed with肅殺 and tranquility. No one knew what kind of terrifying behemoth was brewing in such a night and dream...

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