Yan Chaoran: "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, let it go quickly. Why sigh!"

Thirteen had no choice but to explain patiently: "We are from the Jianghu, boss. If we rush into the monk's territory so rashly, if we offend others, we will be completely embarrassed!"

Yan Chaoran laughed: "I thought it was a big deal. I lost my head and had a scar as big as a bowl. Eighteen years later, I became a good man again. Why would I be a bandit if I was afraid of death? By the way, we are bandits. I don't look like that.

You are so hypocritical. I am a bandit and I am proud!"

The men were collectively speechless.

Bandits are just bandits, people in the world are not that thin-skinned.

But the bandit also likes to live, okay?

Not being afraid of death does not mean that you want to commit suicide. Being hacked to death while fighting for territory, being killed while blocking the road for robbery, at least it is considered a worthy death, which is in line with the role of a hero. If you can't think of provoking a monk, it would be too uncomfortable to die.

Yan Chaoran: "Actually, you don't have to be too nervous. The monks are not government officials. They don't bother to care about us."

This is true. Monks who are truly successful in cultivation usually do not waste their time being officials. Therefore, monks and the government are two different things. The government has the responsibility of arresting theft. To the monks, gangs and gangs are nothing more than a kind of "mortal".

.

The premise is that it has not been violated.

The problem is that what Yan Chaoran wants everyone to do may offend the monks.

"Boss is wise!" Thirteen pinched his nose and praised, "We didn't come here for robbery. As long as we are careful, there is not much risk. But what if we rush in on horseback and cause unnecessary misunderstandings?

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No one dares to rob a monk in front of his sect.

Although monks are not as knowledgeable as Jianghu people, it is one of the oldest traditions in Middle-earth for ordinary people to rely on sects to survive. At least among the lay people under the sect mountain, monks will definitely not allow them to be bullied at will.

To put it bluntly, if you want to bully someone, it’s the monks who bully you, and it’s not other people’s turn.

A group of Jianghu people rushed into the town on horseback. Residents who didn't know the truth could easily panic and flee. Once the monks were alerted, they might not have the patience to listen to everyone's explanations and directly kill them.

Yan Chaoran: "If you have something to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush."

Shi Sanxin said I won’t explain to you, will you listen?

"My little brother thinks we should dismount and walk." Thirteen said, "Regardless of our status as Jianghu people, we do not violate the monks' rules when we enter the town to buy things."

Yan Chaoran hesitated: "What should I do if the person runs away?"

The subordinates said to themselves that it would be better if they ran away than if everyone was killed by the monks in vain!

Thirteen: "She is a weak woman. Even if she has practiced, how can she outrun you, the boss who is so powerful in martial arts?"

Yan Chaoran: "That's true."

"But..." Thirteen felt that she still needed to give some more warnings, "If she really escapes, boss, you'd better not chase her too fast. At least wait until you leave the town before using your full strength, otherwise you may still annoy the monks."

Yan Chaoran curled his lips: "Thirteen, you are too timid to be in the world. Besides, do you really know the monks? They don't have that much time to protect the people all day long."

"Be careful and you never go too far."

"Okay, boss, I know what's going on."

Yan Chaoran got off his horse, held his head high and walked towards the town first.

The men looked at each other with grimaces, dismounted, tied their horses on the roadside, and followed Yan Chaoran cautiously.

"Brother Qi, what you did is not honest!" A subordinate whispered.

Lao Qi said angrily: "You think I want to? If I don't catch that bitch, the boss will obviously refuse to return to the village for life or death. We have been wandering around outside for almost half a year, and we don't dare to rob casually. We are about to spend all our money."

"I'm not afraid of death, but if I starve to death... what kind of hero are you?"

Thirteen: "If you don't want to die of hunger, you can still beg for food..."

"Shut up!" Everyone glared at Thirteen.

Begging for food is more embarrassing than starving to death!

Of course, people like Yan Chaoran can change jobs at any time. The bandits are strong and must be qualified to look after people's homes and nursing homes. They can also farm and do odd jobs.

In terms of household registration, the management of the Taihao Dynasty was very rough.

Well actually not at all.

As long as a criminal who kills people and sells goods is not too famous and known to too many people, the government will not care if he suddenly washes his hands and becomes a rich man.

The gang didn't mix well and didn't accumulate any wealth, so that's okay.

The most indispensable thing in Middle-earth is land. There are wilderness areas outside every town and village. You can feed a family by just reclaiming any land.

Therefore, in Middle-earth, the first half of the sentence "three acres of land, one cow, wife and children on the bed" is completely meaningless, and there is absolutely no possibility of land annexation like the ancient times on Earth. In the final analysis, the population of Middle-earth is too small.

This is why wealthy families are all "city dwellers", and rich people like the Gu family also make their fortunes through shops.

In a word, there is an essential difference between Middle-earth and ancient Earth.

Powerful monks can make the impossible possible. For example, if natural disasters reduce food production, the Taihao Dynasty will not panic at all. The monks have many ways to temporarily produce a large amount of food to feed the people - provided they are willing.

In fact, natural disasters themselves can be prevented by monks.

So here comes the question. Why is there such a thing as banditry in Middle Earth, which is rich in products and you can live by just spreading some seeds?

Because there are always people who like to get something for nothing and enjoy the pleasure of robbery.

Just like the master and apprentice Gu Wuyou would rather cheat than earn money to support themselves, bandits or heroes are also a profession with a long history. We can't look down on bandits. At least they are not close to extinction, and they are much better than Taoist priests.

Already.

In the same way, there are always scum in the world who are addicted to eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. They sell their sons and daughters for money and waste their lives, so there are slaves.

A group of more than a dozen people from the Dilong Gang, led by Yan Chaoran, entered the town and checked shops one by one along the main road in search of their target.

Yan Chaoran, who has a beard and a ferocious face, doesn't look like a good person at first glance, but again, anyone who can open a shop at the foot of the Miaoyin Sect has a backstage. Ordinary people can't afford the rent starting at several thousand taels per year, let alone their own.

A store has been built.

Therefore, the shopkeepers of these shops are not very afraid.

There is no need to be afraid if there is no backstage. Who dares to go to the mountains of the Miaoyin Sect and act so arrogantly?

There are ordinary houses everywhere away from the main road, where the powerless people live. However, Yan Chaoran has no interest in those places because he does not think that the people he is looking for will live in that kind of place.

Finally, I checked out the soap shop.

Yan Chaoran glanced around and saw Gu Wuyou and others sitting around chatting, as well as the guys who were carrying New Year's goods.

"Okay!" Yan Chaoran strode over, looked at Shangguan Yi and sneered, "Lao Qi didn't miss it, you are indeed here!"

There was a sudden silence in the store.

Gu Wuyou and others stopped chatting and looked strangely at Yan Chaoran and the dozen or so bandits swarming behind him.

The guys stopped moving things and stood there looking weird.

Shangguan Yi ignored Yan Chaoran at all, and his expression didn't even change.

Yan Chaoran: "Pretend to be stupid? Haha, I won't do that! Shangguan Yi, if you have the ability, run away again. Even if you run to the edge of the earth, I will still catch you."

After brushing, Gu Wuyou and others turned their attention to Shangguan Yi.

Shangguan Yi: "Are you talking to me?"

Yan Chaoran: "Nonsense!"

Shangguan Yi: "But I don't know you."

"You don't know me?" Yan Chaoran was so angry that his face turned green, "Okay, then let's get to know each other again."

He took a step forward and reached out to pluck Gu Wuyou, because Gu Wuyou happened to be blocking his path, delaying him from catching Shangguan Yi.

The result was far beyond Yan Chaoran's expectation, and Gu Wuyou didn't move at all.

"Get out of my way!"

Yan Chaoran slapped Gu Wuyou.

Snap, Gu Wuyou accurately grabbed Yan Chaoran's wrist.

The body of the Juyuan monk has begun to strengthen. The so-called limitation is the comparison between monks. In any case, it is better than ordinary people, otherwise there is no point in practicing hard. Of course, compared with Yan Chaoran, the gap is probably not too big.

"If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to take action." Gu Wuyou said.

Yan Chaoran raised his leg and kicked Gu Wuyou: "Let go!"

"good."

Gu Wuyou let go of Yan Chaoran's wrist, pressed down, and blocked Yan Chaoran's kick with a bang.

"Oh, boy, I've practiced before!"

Yan Chaoran finally reacted, raised his hand and swung it behind his back, and a bright steel knife was pulled out. He pointed the knife at Gu Wuyou: "You'd better not meddle in other people's business. I've always been in charge of killing people, not burying them."

Gu Wuyou was startled and almost retreated out of reflex.

I have been wandering around the world with the old Taoist for many years, how could I not have encountered a bandit? The consistent policy of the master and the apprentice is to remain useful. The Shenxu Sect needs us...

Besides, Brother Juyuan really can't bear the sword.
To be continued...