“If we kill the master, will our restrictions be gone?”

The pavilion was truly cold at that moment.

樊力’s words were followed by a long silence.

This silence also signified a terrifying truth, a truth that would make all six present feel ashamed and guilty.

Because,

No one immediately stood up to refute 樊力’s rebellious words,

No one spoke out to quickly rebuke 樊力, saying his thoughts were dangerous!

Silence,

Meant that everyone was thinking,

And thinking,

Meant that everyone was hesitating,

Hesitation,

Meant that everyone…was tempted.

Everyone was truly weighing the pros and cons in their hearts, truly guessing whether such a move could succeed.

If they hadn’t spoken out at the beginning, they had already revealed their little thoughts. What was the point of professing loyalty or disavowing the idea now?

Who were they trying to fool?

Especially those present, even if they weren't in the same comic before, they had been living together in this world for half a year. Everyone knew what kind of people they were.

But,

Someone had to speak up to end this silence; otherwise, the entire team would develop cracks.

And the one who spoke,

Wasn't Blindman Bei, nor Fourth Sister,

But 梁程.

"I used to lead troops, fight battles. Putting aside everything else, I've done many things similar to, or even worse than, the Marquis of Zhenbei's family using the lives of thousands of civilians as bait.

But no matter what, to my subordinates, to my soldiers, even if I made them cover the retreat, even if I sent them to their deaths, I would tell them everything clearly.

A general can deceive his enemies, even his own monarch, but if he deceives his own subordinates, his own comrades, he loses his reason for existence."

梁程 picked up his wine cup,

Slowly raised it,

"We are not good men or women. By worldly standards, we are all heinous demons.

We see through many things. We can be more unrestrained, more free, to pursue the feelings we want even more wantonly.

Blood, life, cruelty, violence,

We can enjoy it, we can be unrestrained,

But in the end, we are still us.

The reason we are still us is because we have personalities, edges, characteristics, and pursuits, not just machines that simply pursue the maximization of profit.

Otherwise, we can all change our names. What's the point of having a name?

It's like a bubble, its appearance is to float upward, and then burst after floating to the surface.

Really, doesn't it sound funny? When we were just ordinary people, we promised him that he could choose whether he wanted to live a wealthy and ordinary life or pursue something more exciting.

At that time, we were willing to protect him, to let him be a wealthy man his whole life.

Now,

We have recovered some of our strength, although very little,

But we are starting to want more!

I am ashamed of myself, and I really know that I am not qualified to say such things. I am not clean either;

Let's drink this cup of wine together, and then, let's all forget what 樊力 just said, all the thoughts that just moved in our hearts..."

A'Ming raised his wine cup, Xue San raised his wine cup, Feng Si Niang raised her wine cup, Fan Li raised his wine cup, and Blindman Bei also raised his wine cup.

Then, everyone drank it all in one gulp.

The temperature inside the pavilion rose a little.

Blindman Bei muttered to himself and opened his mouth again:

"Actually, there is a point that everyone should be able to understand. If a player's account is deleted, the mounts under his name...

No, can the pets under his name continue to exist?

If things were really that simple, why didn't Sun Wukong simply cut off Tang Sanzang's head, pickle it, and take it to Leiyin Temple to complete the mission?

So, let's stop this matter here.

Next, let's continue to talk about serious matters.

According to my guess, what we need to do next can be divided into two categories;

One is the development of economic wealth, the development of power, including the establishment of the three hundred riders, including their training, their equipment, and how the master, this vastly overrated Protector-General, can fight for the right to speak and influence in the Tiger Head City.

The other is to find a way, at all costs, to improve the master's strength!

This world has magic, battle qi, cultivators, martial artists, there are too many systems, and they are all uniformly divided into nine ranks. What we have to do is to let the master raise his rank step by step!"

The second category is the most important.

Because only by improving the strength of the seven of them, by holding the strength in their own hands, can they truly develop in the future, without having to borrow too many techniques and alliances.

If my fist is hard enough, I can directly break the enemy with one punch. This is the most righteous path of development.

"So, what path should we choose for the master?" Fourth Sister muttered, "Zombie said the master is a bit strong."

"What about battle qi?"

Xue San suggested battle qi.

"Let's go with martial artist. After all, battle qi is a bit too Westernized, and it's a bit difficult to learn," A'Ming said.

"Yes, we still need to adapt to local conditions," Blindman Bei echoed. "With our current conditions, it is difficult to really get in-depth contact with the Western power system.

It is said that there are mages and fighters in the Yan Kingdom, but there are very few of them, and most of them are exchange students in the academies of the Yan Kingdom's capital or military officers in places like embassies.

We currently do not have the ability to kidnap a teacher to the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom."

"Kidnap a teacher?" Feng Si Niang took a breath, as if she finally understood something, and said, "Blindman, did you call us here tonight to kidnap...no, to invite a teacher for the master?"

Blindman Bei hummed.

"So, it's already decided?" A'Ming suddenly felt a little speechless. This damn blind man, why was he being so mysterious, causing that iron-headed Fan Li to say those words, making everyone so embarrassed tonight.

Blindman Bei shrugged, seemingly aware that everyone was blaming him at this time, but he couldn't help it, because even he didn't expect someone to say such a thing.

"Yes, this is why I gathered everyone together tonight. Combining the existing conditions and the master's current situation, I think it is very necessary to find a martial artist teacher for the master."

As he spoke,

Blindman Bei continued to analyze:

"Liang Cheng, although his fighting ability is very strong, his methods rely more on his own zombie bloodline. A'Ming is the same. Unless you can perfectly transplant your bloodline to the master, the master cannot embark on the same path as you. Your directions are not suitable for the master.

Xue San's movement techniques and some abilities are more about experience and understanding of the use of power. Even Fourth Sister's and my abilities rely on some inexplicable opportunities. They are not very reproducible.

As for the Demon Pill, not to mention it, its existence setting was made by the master to be like Sun Wukong, a peak since debut. How can you replicate that?"

Everyone was too special. It was precisely because they were too special that they were not suitable for Zheng Fan, a blank slate, to imitate.

Because everyone's existence largely stemmed from various accidents. How could you imitate accidents?

Wouldn't it be good for our own people to be the master's teachers?

Why let the fertile water flow into other people's fields!

Moreover, everyone would definitely teach with all their strength, without reservation, but could it succeed?

"Yes," Fourth Sister responded and said, "Yes, if the master imitates our paths, he will only narrow his path."

"So, since there are so many people in this world and the cultivation system is so rich, it also means that every mature cultivation system has been successfully verified by many, many people, and first of all, it has a very strong reproducibility."

"Catch a martial artist, right?" Xue San couldn't wait to ask, "Do you have a target?"

"We definitely can't look for someone who's just so-so, we definitely can't have the kind that only flashes and sparkles,"

Feng Si Niang commented.

Liang Cheng nodded and said, "At least, we have to catch someone who has truly entered the ranks, someone who is a genuine ninth-rank martial artist."

"How strong is a ninth-rank martial artist?" Feng Si Niang looked at Blindman Bei, "Isn't the man of the woman who sent you the ascites,

The patrol captain, a half-step ninth-rank martial artist, how strong is he?"

Xue San chuckled beside him and said, "Tch, Blindman is doing things discreetly. He definitely wasn't caught in bed."

"Half-step ninth-rank is not difficult to deal with, but if it is a true ninth-rank martial artist, the risk factor will be very high if we face him alone."

When saying these words, Liang Cheng thought of the old man holding a sword beside the female general of the Marquis of Zhenbei family on the battlefield.

"So, we must first find a target. After confirming the target, the six of us must take action together to ensure that we capture him alive!"

Blindman Bei said the final plan.

"Um." Fan Li raised his hand.

A'Ming glanced at Fan Li and said unhappily, "A'Li, if it's nonsense, don't say it."

Fan Li thought seriously,

Seeming to be analyzing whether what he was about to say was nonsense.

"Say it, A'Li," Blindman Bei sighed.

"I heard from the barbarians in the caravan that there are sacrificial places in the royal court where talented barbarian masters can go to study and learn. The Yan Kingdom also has military academies and colleges. Master, can you go to a school to study? Will that work better?"

Hearing this, Xue San yawned and his lips began to fire like a Maxim machine gun:

"Yes, the master first goes through the audition, and finally gets the qualification to enter the academy from the geniuses in Tiger Head City;

Then, as a waste, the master is squeezed out, suppressed, and looked down upon in the academy. No matter which corner the cat or dog comes from, they will deliberately run to the master to show off and pull a wave of hatred;

Don't ask why, the master is the master, the most unique fireworks in this world.

Then, the master is bullied in the academy, and we are not by the master's side. The master runs to the back mountain, either accidentally falls into a cave and obtains a secret book, or meets Tianshan Granny who wants to pass on his skills, or picks up a ring, and there is still an old lady living in the ring;

The old lady asked: 'Please tell me your dream!'"

As expected of the "Little Gentleman" who had been telling stories in the inn for half a year,

He said so many words without pausing, directly making A'Li dizzy.

Xue San picked up the wine pot, took a few sips directly at the mouth of the pot, then put down the wine pot, wiped his mouth, and said:

"I support Blindman's plan. This plan is definitely much better than the master going to some damn academy.

Let's first catch a ninth-rank martial artist together, we can threaten him with his family or his own life, and let him teach the master.

When the master reaches the half-step ninth-rank, let's see if our strength has improved. If it has, good, the next rhythm will be simple and clear.

When the master reaches the ninth-rank, our seven, six, damn, when will that lazy guy come out, damn it!

Let's not talk about him, let's continue. When the master reaches the ninth-rank, our strength will also improve, and we will catch the eighth-rank back and torture him to teach the master.

When the master is eighth-rank, our strength will improve again, and we will catch the seventh-rank, then the fifth-rank, the fourth-rank..."

After speaking,

Xue San slammed the table with a "bang",

And shouted:

"In this world, is there a more enjoyable way to level up than this?"