Bad Guys, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Zhenjiebei, Wang Xianzhi...

Huang Chao's former subordinates, Huang Chao's family, Huang Chao's legacy, the secret of the town's boundary marker...

And... participants.

If we take the participants into account, then some of the things that seem incomprehensible become quite easy to understand, and all the impossibilities become commonplace.

Wang Xianzhi escaped, Huang Chao failed, and Huang Chao's legacy fell into his hands. As for the boundary marker, its authenticity is unknown...

Lin Feng slowly drew a large net in his mind, incorporating everything Di Yu had said.

The story of "horses trampling Chang'an" doesn't necessarily require going to Chang'an. For example, knowing the secret of the boundary markers would allow horses to trample Chang'an without even setting foot on it. And the mission to avenge Huang Chao might be closely related to this story.

His plan was naturally to first find Huang Chao's former subordinates, then find out who Huang Chao's enemies were, how to take revenge, and then how to conquer Chang'an.

"Do you know anything about Huang Chao's last battle?" Lin Feng turned to ask Di Yu.

Di Yu replied, "All I know is that he fought a great battle with four generals who were responsible for protecting the country. On that day, the entire sky above the Holy Tang Dynasty was shrouded in thunder until someone said that Huang Chao was dead, and then it stopped."

As Lin Feng listened, his gaze gradually fell on Di Yu. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he asked again, "Do you think... Huang Chao is a good or bad person?"

"Good or bad?"

Di Yu hesitated for a moment, and was about to blurt it out, but he quickly calmed down: "This... I really don't know, but there is one thing I do know: all 108 Daoist sects of the Holy Tang Dynasty are controlled by powerful families. Anyone with talent who wants to become an official must marry into a powerful family."

Even the most talented scholars who pass the imperial examinations must first serve in the Hanlin Academy before being assigned to a post by His Majesty.

"Huang Chao slaughtered seven surnames and ten families, giving the talented scholars of the 38 fields a chance to rise, but now... these people have once again become the monopolists..."

“I once heard that the sage Li Bai wrote a letter to His Majesty, and His Majesty gave him ten years to govern a prefecture. After ten years, Li Bai resigned and went into seclusion.”

“I have also thought that if I were from a prominent family, I would do the same.”

"Huang Chao was wrong, and he was defeated."

Hearing Di Yu's words, Lin Feng remained silent for a moment before asking, "Who do you think truly owns this world?"

"Of course it's His Majesty's, but... if Huang Chao succeeds and dynasties change, then this world belongs to the strong, whoever is strong will rule..." Di Yu understood the implication in Lin Feng's words, and then added, "Without them, we wouldn't be able to survive. Alien soul beasts and those overseas demonic cultivators would invade and wreak havoc in the Holy Tang Dynasty, so I think Huang Chao..."

As he spoke, Di Yu stopped. He didn't dare to continue, since Lin Feng's current identity was Huang Chao's friend.

Therefore, the weak do not deserve to live... or the weak must obey the rules of the strong and follow the most shining selfish aspect of human nature in order to survive.

If you make good use of this point, you'll have no trouble becoming stronger.

This is reality, this is the truth!

"Um."

Lin Feng nodded, and disappeared from the car in a flash. Di Yu hurriedly looked around and then looked at Zhan Xiangwei on the side with questioning eyes.

After the latter shook his head, the group fell silent.

At this moment, Lin Feng, who had returned to the Red Spirit Ghost Realm, arrived at a secluded spot behind the courtyard.

Di Yu is right. That's how normal people think. How can anyone not think for themselves? Why should someone help you? If you want to gain benefits from others, you naturally have to gain benefits for them as well.

Isn't this just reciprocity?

Humans are selfish, and selfishness is a given. That's just how the world is. They are like this, and so am I. What's wrong with that?

so...

real...

It does not exist...

Is this the kind of world that everyone yearns for?

"If that's really the case, then what's the point of having a county government?"

"Natural disasters and man-made calamities, deceit and treachery—just accept your bad luck."

"Who told you to be stupid, foolish, and poor? You weren't born into a wealthy family, and you're not destined for wealth."

"If you die on the way, then you deserve it!"

"This is ancient times, not modern times..."

What's the rush?

"Yeah?"

Dozens of hours passed in the blink of an eye. The sky outside had just begun to change slightly, and Di Yu, inside the car, saw the boundary stone of Chang'an Road in the blink of an eye.

This journey should have taken several dozen days, but unexpectedly, they had already left Chang'an Road and entered Changyuan Road in such a short time.

As long as you follow the official road of Changyuan Road from top to bottom, you can enter the Mangshan area.

As expected... Di Yu was already prepared. If someone at the Literary Saint realm could shrink distances to an inch, then this participant who could kill someone at the second level of the Literary Saint realm must also be able to travel thousands of miles in an instant. If he wasn't traveling at full speed, he must have other plans.

As they arrived at a noodle stall behind the boundary stone, Di Yu, at Lin Feng's suggestion, ordered four bowls of noodles with his wife, children, and Zhan Xiangwei, and sat down to eat slowly.

Lin Feng, who was sitting down alone, ordered a pot of wine with great interest and looked at the shopkeeper, who was wearing a headscarf and looked flustered, with a smile.

"We're here! We're here!"

"Hahaha, I'm exhausted!"

A caravan approached at that moment, and the leader jumped down from a horse and shouted to the shopkeeper, "Manager Zhang, give me twenty bowls of Changyuan wide noodles!"

"Okay, just a moment, I'll be right there!" The shopkeeper quickly went inside, and in about three or four minutes, he brought out twenty bowls of noodles.

"Hahaha, good, your noodles are really tasty." The man sitting at a table outside Lin Feng laughed a few times, ate more than half a bowl in one bite, and exhaled a satisfying breath of hot air.

"After I make two more trips, I'm going to open a noodle stall. Making money is one thing, but I must make sure there's enough Changyuan wide noodles every day!"

"Haha, big brother, where do you open your shop? I'll definitely come to eat at your place every day."

"Brother, I want extra meat and eggs."

"Haha, big brother, I want to eat plain noodles, can you make some thin noodles?"

"Get lost! If you want thin noodles, make them yourself. I only make wide noodles!" the man cursed, finished the rest of the noodles in one bite, picked up the three bowls that had been specially served to him, and ate them one after another.

"Haha, big brother, how are we supposed to patronize your business if you do this?"

"I'll starve to death if you guys come to patronize my business." The man tilted his head back and finished the soup in his bowl in one gulp, then glanced furtively at Lin Feng, who was sitting and only drinking.

It's strange, the boss's demeanor is odd today, he keeps staring at that man.

He knew that the shopkeepers in this area were no ordinary people; they were well-informed and often helped them out, knowing which roads to take and which to avoid.

But today... could this person in front of me be some important figure?

Just as he was thinking, two figures suddenly descended from the sky.

"Changyuan Circuit Inspector... Jiang Hong."

"Changshi of Matiguan, Shen Han".

"Sweiang, Chief Secretary of Longmenwu".

"Shi Wenxuan, Chief Secretary of Jinshan City".

Jiang Hong reached the peak of the third realm of literary sainthood; Chen Han reached the reincarnation realm of martial arts; Shi Weian awakened the martial soul of Chongming Bird; Shi Wenxuan abandoned his pen for the sword, and then entered the path of literature through martial arts, reaching the third level of literary sainthood.

These four are roughly equal in strength...

Seeing the unspoken aura emanating from the four men, the man swallowed hard, grabbed the last bowl of noodles in front of him, and poured it into his mouth without a second thought.

Did he just walk into the line of fire?

If he overheard anything those people said, he would be dead.

Run! Run!

He swallowed the whole bowl of wide noodles, slammed the bowl and chopsticks on the table, threw down a piece of silver, and picked up his weapon.

He was merely a lowly martial artist, and had not obtained any martial arts manuals from beyond the realm. He could never surpass these literary masters, no matter how hard he tried.

The group of people who were still eating noodles also noticed the change. They didn't recognize the four people in front of them, but when they saw the man's flustered appearance, they all stood up and ran out.