Chapter 131: The source of power

Su Xing had many incomplete memories of the 21st century. It wasn't that he didn't have them, but that there were many hazy memories that were similar but not quite right, similar to a 30- or 40-year-old person recalling memories of being five or six years old. He remembered roughly, but they were hazy and unclear.

Originally, he thought he had slept stupidly, but later he realized he wasn't the original Su Xing anymore.

After sleeping for hundreds of years, and likely adding the unknown multiple of time triggered by the Super Brain potential, he was already a new Su Xing who didn't know how many times his self had been annihilated.

So his memory of Song Dynasty history was hazy, and his memory of many things in the 21st century was also hazy. However, he still remembered one sentence.

Power is only responsible for the source of its power!

He didn't know too many other things, and couldn't think clearly. What kind of great speculation, his memory wasn't complete, so what was there to discuss?

If he really wanted to discuss speculation with the great Confucians of this era, he estimated he would be circled in himself.

But there was one point he was very clear about: this world is materialistic. As long as he insists on one principle, that is, the common people and working people in the places he has been to cannot live worse than before, then all problems will be solved.

Life will always find its way out. If it doesn't fit, kill it, then the rest will be in harmony with his philosophy... If the common people he expects cannot become the source of power for these carnivores, he doesn't know what to do, and he can't take all the thoughts of later generations, so let his fist become the source of power for this world!

Su Xing punched out, and three civil officials turned into meat mud, painting a wall and ceiling of this Golden Palace.

"Spare, spare..."

Several civil officials ran outside the palace. Su Xing directly pulled over a pillar next to him and threw it out. These civil officials immediately turned into meat mud, and the pillar rolled and fell outside the palace, rolling hundreds of meters away.

Zhao Huan collapsed on the throne. Seeing Su Xing kill several civil officials again, he began to walk toward him. He was covered in feces and urine, but he immediately woke up, and at the same time shouted loudly, "I, I... I, I have no way, the court is full of civil and military officials talking, I can't do anything at all, I was wrong, I was wrong, whatever the immortal says, I will do!!"

The voice was hoarse and sharp, not like a man, not like a human.

Su Xing walked to him. There were probably more than twenty ministers in the hall, all of whom were scared and kneeling on the ground.

Su Xing looked around and shook his head, "You... can't even be a dog. I said the common people are those people, I said to go north to recover the lost land, you couldn't do any of this, then what use are you to me?"

Zhao Huan immediately screamed, "I am willing to be a dog, I am willing to be a dog..."

Su Xing didn't speak, reached out and slapped down. With one palm, Zhao Huan's head was directly beaten into his chest, then the chest was pressed down to the abdomen, and then his whole body was beaten into meat mud.

The palace maids and eunuchs around were already scared crazy, but Su Xing didn't kill a single one. He killed ministers, killed the emperor, but he didn't touch the imperial guards, the guards, or the palace maids and eunuchs, and didn't kill a single one.

At this time, some eunuchs and palace maids were scared to the point of losing their minds, each screaming.

"Collapsed, collapsed, collapsed..."

"Stop!"

Su Xing gave a loud roar, and the noise in the entire hall disappeared immediately.

He stood in front of the throne, kicked it away, and then turned and roared, "Where is the historian!?"

Called three times, a minor official knelt out from the side, lying on the ground and not daring to move.

"Zhao Huan is dead, how should history be written!?"

The official didn't dare not speak, and could only lie on the ground and say, "The emperor collapsed in the palace..."

"*Slap*!"

Su Xing jumped down with one palm, and this official also became meat mud.

"Where is the historian!?"

Called three times again, but this time no one dared to answer.

Su Xing picked a lucky minister at random, lifted him up, and regardless of how he screamed, begged for mercy, he was beaten into meat mud.

"Where is the historian!?"

Called three times again, and this time all the remaining ministers knelt out.

"Zhao Huan is dead, how should history be written!?"

The remaining ministers were almost unable to speak. At this time, a young civil official shouted loudly, "A tyrannical monarch is not a monarch! The sub-sage said, the people are precious, the society is secondary, the monarch is light! This is not a monarch, but a lone man, a tyrant, and should be buried with the people's ceremony, no, should be sent to the nine borders, exposed in the street, as a warning for all ages!"

Su Xing immediately looked at this young civil official. Several ministers around raised their heads and looked at the young civil official in surprise, but those who dared to raise their heads and look at this time were immediately picked off their heads by Su Xing.

"Look at your horse! Don't you think he is right? Or do you think this Zhao Song emperor is bigger than the heavenly principle and the heavenly way!?" The remaining ministers all prostrated themselves, each shouting, "Dare not, the heavenly principle and the heavenly way are the biggest, this is a tyrannical monarch, not a monarch!!"

Su Xing didn't kill anyone else. He looked at this young official with interest and asked, "What is your name?"

The young official trembled, but his heart was immediately overjoyed. He knelt and shouted loudly, "My name is Qin Gui!"

"Qin Gui!? You are Qin Gui?"

Su Xing was surprised, and for a while, his heart was extremely complicated, but he didn't kill Qin Gui, but turned and came outside the hall.

"Zong Ze, let Zhao Gou come to see me!"

"Summon all Confucian schools in the Great Song to this Bianliang, I want to hear them debate the classics!"

Zong Ze was leading the civil and military officials who came out to meet him back to the imperial palace at this time. Just as he arrived at the square outside the hall, he saw a blood-stained scene at the entrance of the hall, and his heart sank. At this time, hearing Su Xing's roar from afar, he could only show a bitter smile.

On the contrary, the civil and military officials behind him were all rejoicing.

Originally, they thought about kneeling to the immortal outside the city. In the Confucian forest, they didn't know what their reputation would become, and the clear stream would probably scold them, but now they were all rejoicing, looking at Zong Ze as if looking at their reborn parents.

!

"The sky has changed..."

A minister whispered.

Then he found that it wasn't just him whispering, almost everyone around him was whispering like this.

The sky has changed...

This change is not just the Great Song sky, but everything since the Ancestral Dragon, since the dismissal of the hundred schools, since the exclusive respect for Confucianism, since the appearance of the aristocratic families...

When Zong Ze protected Zhao Gou, who was about to be scared to death, and arrived at the blood-stained hall, the first sentence Su Xing said to them made them surprised.

"I was wrong."

Su Xing lowered his head and murmured.

Hearing this, Zhao Gou almost knelt down, but Zong Ze beside him pulled him hard, not letting him kneel.

Su Xing looked up at everyone present and said, "I originally thought you were all smart people, even Zhao Huan at least had a little reason. You should understand that I, who can beat the northern giant demon to death, dare to rush into the Jin army alone, and can go north alone to hunt down the remnants of the Jin Dynasty, are not something you can confront. As long as I want, killing you all is just a meal's time."

"I originally thought you knew, but I was wrong. You know, but without a direct display, you will deceive yourselves because of inertia, because of your three views, because of interests, etc. So Chu Minghao is smart, showing you what 'immortal' destruction is when he left. That big hole in the school grounds can remind you of one thing at any time, 'Mortals, don't do stupid things.' And I didn't understand before, originally thought my language had power, but this weapon of criticism can never replace the criticism of weapons."

"So I was wrong. I should have told you this at the beginning and let you remember it."

Su Xing didn't care about Zong Ze, the civil and military ministers present, and what Zhao Gou thought. He pointed to Qin Gui and said, "He is very good, very clear about the upper will. Zhao Gou, if you have anything you don't understand, you can ask him more. I think he can definitely keep you alive for a hundred years."

Qin Gui knelt down beside him, his expression was calm, but his heart was overjoyed.

Zhao Gou heard the words "live for a hundred years," and his whole body almost softened, but he immediately cheered up and listened carefully to Su Xing's next words.

Su Xing scratched his head and thought for a while: "I don't know how to tell you these great principles, because in your eyes, I guess I am the villain, I am the tyrant, but it doesn't matter, soon, someone will come to persuade you."

The ministers present, including Zong Ze, didn't believe it in their hearts.

Su Xing shook his head again, hammered his head and said, "I always feel that the original me should be eloquent, how come I can't say anything? But I still have a few words I can tell you, which are also the few words I still remember clearly."

"First, power is only responsible for the source of power, so you can treat the real common people as straw dogs, because your power comes from the upper level, from your private soldiers, from your knowledge, status, discourse power, and the power to interpret the classics, etc. But now, your power has changed, coming from my fist. I can't explain it clearly, but you should gradually understand."

"Second, people will not be suffocated by urine. Life will always find its way out. I believe in your intelligence, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand in this hall and talk about democracy, so I am very sure that under the situation of being killed by me at any time, or having been slaughtered by me group after group, you should soon know what to do, what can be done, and what must be done."

After saying this, Su Xing patted the flesh and blood on his body and turned to walk straight out of the hall. Everyone immediately gave way. They didn't even dare to look at Su Xing himself, each lowering their heads and standing aside.

Walking halfway, Su Xing suddenly stood still and said again, "Zong Ze, my previous instructions must be done. Three days, within three days, I want to see all Confucian schools in the Great Song gather in this Bianliang..."

"I want to try to see if it will really be as said on those platforms and forums."

"There will be great Confucians to interpret the classics for me, and their interpretation sounds will echo through this heaven and earth!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 132 =====