"It's Li Haoran below. Senior Wang, please sit down." Li Haoran looked at Old Wang and smiled.

"Li Haoran's martial arts skills were outstanding. He beat the Southern Emperor and Dongxie, one of the five masters of the Central Plains. Later, he defeated the Mongolian masters in the Xiangyang Martial Arts Conference..." Old Wang sat down and looked at Li Haoran with a cautious look. He actually told him his deeds in recent years one by one, and vaguely protected Old Zhao within his own scope.

"It's very good! But it's not comprehensive. It's a big mistake to say that I'm lonely." Li Haoran was not afraid, raised his cup on his own and respected Mr. Zhao from afar.

Mr. Zhao was not surprised by his compliment and disgrace. He smiled and picked up the wine glass, drank a drink at the sky, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you can do it! He is so powerful, I'm really misleading."

The king smiled bitterly and said, "Master, don't look like he is as gentle as a chicken without any power. When he kills people, he can't blink. It's dangerous!"

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "Little brother, have you killed someone?"

"I have killed it, and there are quite a few." Yun Danfengqing poured a glass of wine and said with a smile: "I am tired of my career in the martial arts world and are ready to change to business."

Mr. Zhao suddenly looked majestic, his eyes were full of light, and he said coldly: "Who did you kill? Have you ever asked yourself that you have the right to kill?"

"Is it necessary to kill the Mongols? Go to the barracks and ask, who doesn't have many Mongolian lives in the hands of the soldiers? I killed a lot of people, but I have never killed any good people by mistake. If you don't believe it, ask him, in his record, you should know who I killed!" Li Haoran's expression remained unchanged, which was quite the same as Mount Tai collapsed before him.

The king nodded without waiting for Mr. Zhao to ask, "It's true that he killed a good person."

"Isn't this going to be done? Just think I'm a garbage cleaning person. I'm specializing in cleaning up the stains in society and giving the society a bright world."

Mr. Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "You boy! But he wrote a good handwriting and had a sharp mouth. By the way, why did you think of killing the Mongolians?"

"Because they deserve to die, I killed me." Li Haoran smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, the Mongolians are busy and are cleaning up the mess! I don't know who has taken action yet, and they are suspicious of each other! They won't come so early to clean up the Song Dynasty, which is only romantic and intriguing."

Mr. Zhao looked embarrassed and sighed after a long time, "The Mongolian Incident was full of discussions, and he didn't know who took the action. He thought it was their own rebellion. He never expected that it was the man of the Song Dynasty. The Mongolians have always underestimated me, but they didn't want to suffer such a big loss from our southerners. By the way, how did you do it?"

Li Haoran thought about it and told everything that was done. However, in his mouth, the special warriors became masters of martial arts. When Mr. Zhao heard that all the tribes were killed, his expression changed. He hesitated for a long time and said: "You slaughtered Mongolians in the north like slaughtering chickens and dogs, and they didn't even let go of the elderly, weak, women and children! And turned many Mongolian villages into ruins. That hell-like scene is really unthinkable! This is completely contrary to the Song Dynasty's advocated to convince people with reason. Are you not afraid of being rejected by the world?"

Li Haoran looked at the people around him and found that almost everyone looked at him with a strange look. He understood why this was the reason, and anger suddenly arose in his heart.

He was not angry about the attitude of these people towards him. With his previous life experience, he would not get angry about such things. What he was angry about was the mentality of these scholars. He acted with such self-righteous and noble mentality regardless of reality. No wonder in the history of our country, dynasties influenced by such thoughts did many ridiculous things, even the extremely powerful Han and Tang dynasties were no exception.

For example, a small Hu tribe killed countless Han people on the border, blocked countless women, and burned many villages and towns. For such neighbors, the Central Plains dynasty showed an extremely tolerant attitude. Even though the emperor wanted to send troops, the resistance was unimaginable, and the argument was ridiculous. He actually said that the great power of the Central Plains dynasty could not bully others a small tribe. When they said this, where were their compatriots suffering from the border?

From ancient times to the present, there have always been a group of people in our country who sing unrealistic and talk about benevolence and righteousness, and even to reflect the demeanor and face of the "Celestial Dynasty". When decorating this unrealistic and ridiculous face, they completely put the vital interests of the country and the nation behind their heads, and even when someone raises these questions, they will sneer and look abominable and noble.

These people actually didn't even understand a simple truth. The world environment is actually a forest. There is only one law of survival in this forest, that is, the prey of the weak. Only the strong have the qualifications to survive, the weak can only become the food for the strong, and any glory or glory can only be based on the blood and tears of the weak.

The Song Dynasty was the most benevolent and righteous dynasty in Chinese history. There was a common argument in foreign policy at that time, that is, using military power to conquer foreign races was ineffective and wasted money. It advocated using today's culture and noble morality to inspire those foreign races who were eyeing them and make them surrender to the Celestial Empire.

Under the influence of this view, although the Song Dynasty army had the most advanced military equipment in the world at that time, it did nothing. The beast that was supposed to have expanded its territory was raised by the cowardly Song Ting and the pedantic literati.

In the end, not only did the alien race not surrender under the influence of the advanced culture of the Song Dynasty, but instead set off a wave of invasion. Song Ting first threw Kaifeng away, and even the two emperors at that time were captured by the alien race; then threw it north of the Yellow River; then threw it north of the Yangtze River, and finally the history of the Song Dynasty ended in the torrent of Mongolia's iron hoofs. Then it was a dark era that was ruled by the alien race for more than a hundred years. Of course, this is called the great fusion of ethnic groups in the arguments of some people.

The Song Dynasty put the peace, benevolence and righteousness that some people sing since ancient times into practice, but the result was both sad and ridiculous.

Those unrealistic benevolence, righteousness and high-profile behaviors are of no benefit to the country and nation. They will only ruin the future of the country and nation. To make the country strong and the people not be bullied, there is only a strong character and policy.

Li Haoran glanced at Mr. Zhao coldly and said, "Yes, I destroyed many Mongolian tribes, but have you seen the lifestyle of the Han people in the occupied areas? It was a dog-like life. The Mongolians killed them when they wanted to kill them, and rob them when they wanted to. There they were not as good as death. They were looking forward to the royal army to settle the Central Plains day and night, but they waited for a hundred years. In this century, the Zhao royal family had completely forgotten them and were still immersed in the fun of being in a peaceful place."

Li Haoran felt that he was playing the piano at the cow, glanced at Mr. Zhao and sneered: "You are talking about benevolence and righteousness, but I can't understand why you only care about the enemy's people, but ignore the Han people around you? Is it natural for our nation to suffer from alien massacre?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but then Mr. Zhao retorted: "We are certainly sympathetic to the people in the border areas who are persecuted by foreign races! The foreign races are doing more trouble just to make money. We just need to give them some money to eliminate this matter. And we can also send noble people to influence them. Why do we need to use rash weapons and kill so many people!"

Mr. Zhao immediately ordered to make peace, and the king's face showed a mysterious smile, but Li Haoran did not see his smile. He was furious in his heart, so he had no time to pay attention to these things.

"Okay, well said, very good! I just don't understand at all. I want to ask Mr. Zhao, who will give this wealth to please the alien race?" Li Haoran asked calmly withstood the urge to beat someone.

Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then replied naturally: "Of course this is expensed by the state treasury."

Li Haoran smiled, "Then where does this treasury come from?"

Mr. Zhao frowned. He didn't understand why the other party asked these questions, but he still answered accordingly: "The income from the treasury is of course taxes paid by the people of the world."

Li Haoran's face changed and he said loudly: "Since the people have worked tirelessly to pay taxes to the country, why doesn't the country protect the people? If such things are done as you said, what's the use of paying taxes to the country? It's better to keep the money and give them to them directly when the robbers arrive!"

Mr. Zhao was stunned and asked, "This..."

At this moment, Mr. Wang replaced Mr. Zhao and replied: "As a citizen of the Song Dynasty, it is natural to pay taxes to the court. Not paying taxes is rebellion."

Li Haoran smiled and said, "Let's not talk about the tax payment. I only ask you, if you come once, you will give money once. When will this happen? The foreign races are all jackals. They get what they want so easily, and their appetite will grow bigger and bigger. Even the large treasury cannot withstand such frequent consumption. In the end, our national strength is exhausted, but the foreign races rely on absorbing our blood to become stronger without any effort. At that time, the strong and weak power, in the momentum and national strength are in the opposite direction. How can we resist? When things develop to that point, the foreign races don't want any money from you, but they want the entire Song Dynasty! In this case, the foreign races will not talk about benevolence and righteousness to you. The destruction of the six kingdoms is the bribery of Qin. Don't you understand this principle? I only know that if there is a situation where the master is weak and the servant is strong, then the family will change its surname."

Li Haoran's words shocked everyone in the room, and everyone's faces looked a little ugly. They had never thought about these problems carefully, or they never believed that things would develop to such a serious point.

Usually, these people have thoughts of benevolence and righteousness. No matter what they consider, they basically take it for granted and think it is self-righteous, and always put themselves in a high attitude to consider the problem, and rarely analyze it based on actual conditions.

It is under the influence of this kind of thought that so many ridiculous arguments have appeared in the history of our country. And because of the important position of these literati in social and political life for various reasons, national policies have been influenced by these people to do a lot of ridiculous things.

"This is a bit alarmist!" Mr. Zhao, who could not find a reason to refute, was silent for a moment and said this.

"What is alarmist? Are there still fewer foreigners doing this? Do you, the so-called romantic literati, understand the principle of being prepared for danger in times of peace? If you don't even understand such a simple principle, you will really live to be a dog." Li Haoran said in a deep voice with a cold face.

"Li Haoran, don't hurt people!" Mr. Wang frowned and said.

"I hurt people, but I still want to hit people!" Li Haoran looked at Old Zhao coldly and said fiercely. At this time, Li Haoran no longer had any fantasies about them. Even though he knew that Old Wang was Wang Hongyan, and Old Zhao might be Emperor Lizong of Song, Li Haoran was too lazy to bother with such pedantic and ridiculous people and thoughts.

"Maybe what you said makes sense. But no matter what, you shouldn't be a common person!" When he said this, Mr. Zhao's face was full of justice.

Li Haoran snorted coldly and said, "I only want to do things to benefit the individual and the nation. No matter what means he does! As long as it is beneficial to me in China, I will use similar means again! Since ancient times, there have been many Han people and fewer aliens. Kill one is less one, and kill two is less one. If everyone is like me, thinking about the dignity and development of the nation in everything is the blessing of the nation."

"Aren't you afraid of being criticized for eternal infamy?" Mr. Zhao seemed to be excited, and he couldn't help asking.

Li Haoran burst into laughter when he heard this and said, "It's enough to ask for a clear conscience!"

Mr. Zhao had nothing to say anymore, and the spirit Li Haoran showed at this time made them secretly feel disappointed.


Chapter completed!