Chapter 501 Society

Chapter 501 Society

The waiter brought the wine and food and looked at Xue Mu and Zhuo Qingqing drinking with a bit of anticipation.

Xue Mu smacked his lips, this low-grade sweat medicine... somewhat affects the taste of food and wine.

What’s interesting is that the dishes here are also spicy, and I don’t know where the peppers come from. Anyway, there are so many special products that Xue Mu can’t understand them all in detail. But the feeling of "Sichuan cuisine" made Xue Mu miss it very much. He didn't care about the smell of low-grade Menghan medicine in it. He waved his hand and said: "It tastes good. Go ahead."

The waiter walked out of the room in confusion and waited at the corner.

This couple was eating and drinking so much, how come they didn't feel faint at all?

Zhuo Qingqing didn't like spicy food very much, so she drank leisurely from the wine bottle and said with a smile: "Don't you see that my husband likes spicy food? In the past, you didn't pay much attention to your diet, and you seemed to be happy-go-lucky."

"Hey, I didn't know this kind of cuisine existed in the world. I'm surprised." Xue Mu said with a smile: "I don't just take things as they come... because our diet is already very sophisticated. If I really wanted to eat Wotou all day long, I would probably have done it long ago. I can’t bear it anymore.”

Zhuo Qingqing nodded and said: "In fact, many of my starting points are just for my own enjoyment and convenience... If the food is unpalatable, maybe my husband's thoughts will be in this direction."

"Haha... Qingqing knows me."

A ray of voice drifted into my ears from nowhere: "He is obviously a person who loves to enjoy himself, but he says that he is not a Hehuan Taoist."

Xue Mu said leisurely: "Wuye is in the sect, is it very extravagant?"

"Of course, otherwise, what is the purpose of developing the sect and becoming more powerful? To sit in seclusion? Or not for the power to follow the rules, or for the luxurious enjoyment that others cannot get." Qin Wuye's voice was matter-of-fact. Drilling in: "Just like Mo Xue said she was just, but did she care about this virtue right under her nose? It's okay if she can be aloof. The so-called justice is just for the sake of being praised by others. Over time, even she thought she was real. Very righteous, after all, she has the same virtue as her family Zhu Chenyao."

Xue Mu was stunned for a moment, then sipped his wine and said nothing.

Zhuo Qingqing also said: "I think Mo Xuexin may not be this kind of person. Her righteousness is still very obvious. However, the upper echelons of the entire sect may not be like this. People practice martial arts in order to be superior to others. Not everyone has the right in their heart. OK."

Xue Mu smiled slightly and did not continue the discussion. This group of people are all demons, and Ye Guying, who is invisible and silent, is also a demon. It is natural that she has no good words for the right way. Moreover, this kind of thinking is indeed the characteristic of the demon sect and is in line with their consistent psychology.

As for whether Mo Xuexin is an upgraded version of Zhu Chenyao, to be honest, Xue Mu is not completely sure. He went to Yunzhou not for Mo Xuexin, but to compete in the world.

He couldn't understand the meaning of the other party instigating the Qixuan Rebellion at this time. Even if Mo Xuexin didn't support him, would it have any impact on his ascension to the throne? No.

If something goes wrong, it will be a monster.

But Zhu Chenyao and his young apprentice were in Yunzhou, so he couldn't worry about it, so he had better go there by himself.

After having had enough wine and food, Xue Mu and Zhuo Qingqing undressed and went to bed, practicing their martial arts to regain their strength. The sound of Mi Mi gradually sounded, and the two of them completely forgot that there was a waiter with evil intentions.

The waiter hid in the corner outside the door and waited, and the longer he waited, the more circles his eyes became. The conversation inside was erratic and unclear. We chatted for a long time and didn’t see the sweat medicine taking effect. That’s it. Why did it happen again? This time, the sound was heard everywhere. Could it be that I just took the wrong medicine, not the medicine for sweating? , but to add to the fun?

The sounds inside were getting louder and louder. The waiter's legs felt sore when he stood, and he felt itchy and heartache. How could such a beautiful woman...

The waiter was angry and jealous, gnashing his teeth, and Ye Guying disappeared and stood upright in front of him, tilting his head to look at his twisted appearance with an expressionless face.

You know what the most painful torture in the world is, Ye Guying was so sympathetic that she didn't want to stab him to death with a dagger, and let him listen to it before talking.

The waiter finally couldn't stand it anymore and cautiously went over to open the door panel. An invisible fist flew towards him and knocked him unconscious.

"I told you to listen carefully and refuse to listen. You deserve a beating."

…

Early the next morning, Xue Mu sat in the room feeling refreshed and Zhuo Qingqing was helping him comb and tie his hair. The waiter, who had been beaten into a pig's head by the invisible man, shivered and knelt at the door waiting to be punished.

"My hero, my hero! It's the little lard that has deceived my heart. Please tell me, hero, that I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a three-year-old child below..."

"Come on, you seem to be copying Sanhao Xue Sheng." Xue Mu dug his ears: "Let me ask you, under Qixuan, where do you have the courage to do such a thing?"

"At Qixuan's feet?" The waiter was stunned for a moment: "Why does Qixuan Valley care about such trivial matters like ours? If it does, it's their lower-level sect that takes care of it."

Zhuo Qingqing couldn't help but ask: "The bottom class doesn't care?"

"Everyone is practicing martial arts by themselves. Those who fail to practice are useless. Who cares about so many other things? In the big families in the city, the young master is still bullying the bastard, the housekeeper is still bullying the maid, the bastard is fighting with the housekeeper for the sake of the maid, and the housekeeper is still fighting with the maid. Outsiders are flirting with each other, and the whole city is waiting to see the joke when the arena starts...Who cares if the residents pass by and die?"

Xue Mu: "...Which book is the protagonist?"

"ah?"

"Forget it, forget it." Xue Mu waved his hand and said, "Where is the government office? Where are the six gates?"

"Aren't the six gates in this small place also colluded with the martial arts sect? Not to mention our place, the whole world is similar..." The waiter answered honestly: "If the guest is not too strong... maybe... …”

Maybe he would sue back and let Liumen arrest this guest.

But this time he has completely seen it. This resident is a super dragon that crosses the river. He is a little bit meat-eating and has no idea about the underlying ecology. He is either a top-level business executive or a powerful person in the court. There is definitely no one in this small town who can match him. Yes, that little thought was completely gone.

If you cooperate honestly, you might still survive.

Xue Mu's expression was gloomy and uncertain, and he leaned back on the chair and pondered. He knew what the waiter said was right...

What I usually see is too high... Only when I go out and meet the bottom of society can I have a deeper understanding of what the world of martial arts is. Xia Houdi's ideal world of peace seems to be an unattainable dream.

It's not a problem of righteousness or Mo Xuexin, but an environmental problem. This is the world environment where the weak can eat the strong. If you don't see it elsewhere, it doesn't mean that the atmosphere in Jianzhou and Luzhou is better than that in Yunzhou. It just happens. Just didn’t see it.

Xue Mu suddenly felt a little uninterested. He used to be very interested in understanding the ways of each family and distinguishing the pros and cons. Now it seems that there is no difference between who has Tao. What Qin Wuye said is not wrong to a certain extent. Maybe some people have Tao in their hearts, but why do most people practice martial arts? It is not for the sake of world harmony, but for the sake of being superior to others and becoming a master. Even Xue Mu himself cannot escape this concept.

"Let's go, there's no point. Hurry and get where you need to go." Xue Mu stood up and coldly ordered: "Give him a restraint and forget about seeing us."