The past is like the wind. Wu Yonglin looked at the venue where the competition finals were once. There was no noise at that time. In comparison, it seemed a bit cold.

The felt tents around him were irrational or wanted to use these things to vent their anger. Not only did they kill the people inside, but they also burned the felt tents. Wu Yonglin wanted to lock up these destructive elements again. Are these people a pig's brain? It's right to have a grudge against others, why should they be sad with good things? He was still waiting to live a corrupt life as a corrupt chief, but it became a bubble. Looking at the sparse felt tents in front of him, these people not only destroyed the good things, but also made this area as poor as them. Wu Yonglin had a headache when he was with a group of brainless people.

These people are now crowding in a tent that is commensurate with their identities. Wu Yonglin went to see it several times, and there was no chance to get another shot in the ghost place. Wu Yonglin wanted to go over and kick these people hard. If there was a good life, he had to make himself feel like he was in jail. Looking at the laughter that emanated from the deepest part of the heart, Wu Yonglin suddenly realized that the gap between classes could not be changed overnight. If the idea of ​​equality in future generations was imposed on them at this time, it would be very irrational. Before the basic living security of these people was solved, it would be very dangerous.

With their wisdom, they will regard everyone equality as an excuse to oppress others. After doing so, everyone will find that there will be no difference from the previous Tsomhun. Since everyone is equal, then yours is mine, and mine is mine. They will definitely fight around, and the chaotic situation can only slide more and more into the abyss from the bottom of the earth.

In fact, what Wu Yonglin needs to do now is to keep it the same, so that the authentic Buddhist teachings brought by Jiumo Xuankong gradually influenced them. As a nation established by religion, there is no more suitable than this.

When King Yundan left as if nothing had happened when his youngest son Nimaguen brought a Tubo elite troops to greet them. Wu Yonglin could judge from their shiny equipment and full spirit. Finally, at the moment of the decisive battle, the group of people also became a group of bystanders, and when it was profitable, they walked out in a noble manner.

When Wu Yonglin investigated the big tents of Cuom, he found that the wealth he had accumulated was already eight out of ten. He asked the guys around who had just gained freedom. They actually watched Nimagu and a group of people blatantly take away these good things from their eyes. Those people actually applauded and welcomed them. After Wu Yonglin heard this, he had the heart to hit the wall. When he met such a group of Tubo people with pure hearts, he didn't know whether it was his luck or unlucky? Fortunately, they were easily bewitched by Jiumo Xuankong, which allowed his group of people to easily take down the place and have a place to settle down. Unfortunately, except for a few broken tents, there was no property left here. The original wealthy tribe turned into a common slum.

Wu Yonglin did not hate King Yundan's ruthlessness at all. This made him more free and easy, and he would not have to worry about them in the future.

The most pitiful one is probably Duanmu Xiong. He finally had a passion for a fight with Princess Rouge, and it was almost the same as when he was about to talk about marriage. If he told him that he was about to start a war with King Yundan and others, what would he feel?

There was only a prisoner and a wolf in the prison where Wu Yonglin, Duanmu Xiong and Cuomuli were imprisoned. The wolf still looked like he was dying. In order to be foolproof, the guy named Luo Pingyang would give it a shot every day. The White Wolf King probably would never wake up in this life.

Compared to Tso Muhun who took a bath, he returned to his former vitality. He was extremely dissatisfied with the food he gave him. He thought that he treated Wu Yonglin and others completely with courtesy. Except for not sending women to them to the cell, he almost did everything else he could. He thought that this group of people would remember his goodness, but now he thought about the so-called "rewarding and reciprocating" words from Wei Chao are all lies. He should have returned the suffering he suffered today to them at the beginning, so that it would be fair.

"Don't stare at me like this, this is the best thing I can do."

"Who are you lying to? I can't finish the cattle and sheep outside in my life. How could I have only one bowl of brown rice left?"

"I really didn't lie to you this. The youngest son of King Yundan, Nimagu, is as smart as a monkey. While we were not here, not only did you get away with your two women, but your cattle and sheep. Even the treasures you have accumulated over the years have been emptied. I heard that he moved for two days, everyone, two days, Cuomhun, you are quite capable in your life, but unfortunately you have become a pauper now."

"King Yundan, I want to kill you." Tsomu roared heart-wrenchingly. He felt sorry for everything he had lost. The glory of wealth and peace in his place was because of his insatiable greed that he now became nothing. This feeling of heaven to hell, he couldn't stand the stimulation and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Keep this kind of look, really, this will make you look fighting spirit. Oh, I forgot to tell you something, your nephew must come to challenge you, I advise you to eat this bowl of rice first, he is also full of anger, you can just ask both parties to vent your anger."

When Duanmu Xiong learned about what Yundan King did, he was also very thunderous, and afterwards, he was like earth. This first love had just begun and ended quietly.

So he made a bold decision that he would fight the real Kubai first because he defeated Wu Yonglin. Although the process was a bit embarrassing, he still won.

When Duanmu Xiong appeared in front of Tsomu Hun, the bowl of brown rice in front of him had been swept away. When Duanmu Xiong was ready, the two had already wrestled with each other. You punched and I kicked each other, and it was impossible to fall. It was not until Duanmu Xiong, who was very strong, pressed Tsomu Hun to the ground, and the anger between the two gradually subsided. As a newcomer, Duanmu Xiong was remarkable. I believe that he would shine in the martial arts competition next year.
Chapter completed!