Shrek, naturally the same is true.
"Bang!"
Dai Mubai slammed the table, and the hard wooden table instantly cracked a fine line. His handsome face was full of anger, and his strange-colored eyes were full of disdain and anger. "A group of untouchables who don't know the heights of heaven and earth! They just rely on some heretical evil weapons and evil skills to dare to commit crimes and rebel! Do you really think that the empire and Spirit Hall are vegetarians?"
He is the prince of the Star Luo Empire, and he has received strict hierarchical aristocratic education since he was a child. In his view, people are born with high and low status, and it is natural for nobles to rule civilians and civilians to serve nobles. Those mud-legged people should farm the land, dig mines, pick manure, and keep their duties. Now they dare to take up arms to resist. It is simply treason.
"That's right!" Ma Hongjun took a big bite of chicken leg, waved his greasy hands in the air, and echoed vaguely, "What kind of rebellion is this? It's just because they are full! If you have that time, it's better to have more children. If one of the children is lucky enough to awaken Martial Soul and become Soul Master, won't the whole family be turned around?"
He touched his round belly and said matter-of-factly, "Look at me, wasn't I a wild child that no one wanted before? Now I have become Soul Master, and people have to look up to me wherever I go. As long as I become Soul Master, what good life will I have? Do you have to raise your head to rebel?"
Oscar also nodded and touched his chin thoughtfully. "What the fat man said makes sense. I used to be a sausage seller and was bullied every day, but I never thought about rebelling. Later I awakened Sausage Martial Soul and followed Dean Flender into Shrek. Now I have become Soul Elder, right?"
"In the final analysis, those people are still too lazy, too stupid, and unwilling to work hard. If they are willing to work hard and save some money for their children to go to the Spirit Hall to awaken Martial Soul, they will have a bright future. If they have to follow this crooked way, won't they end up with their body and head but a different body in the end?"
The three people spoke to each other, and their tone was full of contempt and incomprehension for the lower-class civilians. They were all people who changed their destiny through Martial Soul. Naturally, they felt that everyone should be like them and become Soul Master through their own efforts instead of resisting in such an "extreme" way.
Tang San sat aside, holding a cold steamed bun in his hand, Jiujiu said nothing.
His brows were furrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of complicated light.
He is different from Dai Mubai. How can I say that he comes from the Tang Sect and he also knows that the princes and generals are very reasonable. He can't live anymore. Why doesn't he resist when he has the strength?
Therefore, he can understand why those civilians rebelled.
If you can no longer survive, you will naturally resist.
This is human nature.
But...
He looked out the window, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. "But they shouldn't practice that kind of evil skill. Burning their lifespan in exchange for Soul Power is simply drinking poison to quench their thirst. Even if they win for a while, they will die early in the end, leaving orphans and widows behind. What's the use?"
"Moreover, those firearms are so cruel that one shot kills a person without even a chance to fight back. If this continues, more people will bleed and more families will be destroyed."
His voice was very soft, but there was a hint of sincere unbearability.
He sympathized with the plight of those civilians, but did not agree with their methods.
In his view, it is okay to resist, but not in such an extreme way that harms both oneself and others.
The most important thing is, isn't this robbing him of the Tang Sect's business?
You must know that he has now begun to contact the rich woman Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Ning Rongrong to sell his Tang Sect product Hidden Weapons. On the one hand, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is also in large demand, indicating that that kind of weapon may also be able to prevent disassembly and build it separately.
In fact, he has also seen that weapons similar to Godly Zhuge Crossbow are more sophisticated than all his Hidden Weaponss. Even if they are disassembled, they cannot be built.
The same is true for Tang San in the Spirit Hall.
After all, these are two different versions of remote lethality weapons.
"Third brother is so right!"
Tang Dieyi immediately raised her head and looked at Tang San with eyes full of admiration and recognition. She reached out and gently held Tang San's hand, her tone gentle but firm. "Those civilians are really pitiful. They have been oppressed by the nobles for so long. Anyone would be angry. But no matter how angry you are, you can't practice evil arts or kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"Resistance must be done in a formal way. You can file a complaint with the government, or seek justice from the Spirit Hall. If that doesn't work, you can also jointly submit a letter to His Majesty the Emperor. There is always something reasonable, so how can you just kill people and rebel? What's the difference between this and those cruel nobles?"
She tilted her head and looked at Tang San seriously. "Third brother, do you think I am right?"
Tang San looked at her clear eyes, felt warm in his heart, and nodded slightly. "Well, you are right. Violence cannot solve the problem, it will only create more hatred and pain."
At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly came from:
"Complain? Submit a letter? Do you think these methods are effective?"
Everyone looked around and saw Yunxiao leaning against the door frame, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and a faint smile on his lips. The sun shone on him through the window, but it couldn't dispel the coldness in his eyes that saw everything in the world.
"Yunxiao teacher!"
Everyone stood up quickly and shouted respectfully.
Yunxiao waved his hand, walked over slowly, pulled up a chair and sat down, his eyes swept over the three Dai Mubai, his tone was calm but with a hint of ridicule. "Dai Mubai, you said they You are an untouchable, I am guilty of the crime below. Then I ask you, if your father was beaten to death by the nobles for a trivial matter; your sister was snatched away by the nobles and sold to the auction house; you worked for eighteen hours a day but could not even get a full meal, what would you do?"
Dai Mubai was stunned and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He grew up well-fed and well-fed, and had never experienced the feeling of despair.
He couldn't imagine what he would do if he really fell into that situation.
"Ma Hongjun, you said that if you have more children, one of them will eventually become Soul Master." Yunxiao looked at Ma Hongjun again, "Then let me ask you, Out of ten thousand civilians, how many can awaken Martial Soul? Out of a hundred, can one become Soul Master? The remaining nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people deserve to be cows and horses for the rest of their lives?"
Ma Hongjun The chicken drumstick in his mouth lost its flavor instantly. He scratched his head and said sarcastically, "But... but this is life..."
"Fate?" Yunxiao sneered, "What is fate? Those who are born aristocrats have a good life, and those who are born commoners have a bad life? Who stipulates this? Is it you or me?"
"Oscar, you said they are too lazy and stupid to work hard." Yunxiao finally looked at Oscar, "Then let me ask you, a miner works in a mine for eighteen hours a day and is so tired that he can't even raise his hand. He has no strength, how can he have the time and energy to practice? Even if he really awakens Martial Soul, he has no money to hunt Soul Beast to get Soul Ring, and without the guidance of a teacher, how far can he go?"
Oscar lowered his head and remained silent.
He used to think that he could succeed as long as he worked hard.
But thinking about it now, if he hadn't been lucky enough to awaken the top Food-type Martial Soul and be favored by Dean Flender, he wouldn't be where he is today.
For those civilians who don't even have enough to eat, what can they do no matter how hard they try?
There was silence in the cafeteria.
Everyone lowered their heads and no one spoke anymore.
Yunxiao looked at them, and his tone slowly softened a bit. "I'm not saying that they are right in rebelling, but Blood Burning Art is indeed an evil force, burning lifespan in exchange for power, which is too extreme. There are indeed some scum in the Black Fire Army who take advantage of the situation and kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"However, you must understand that this revolution did not appear out of thin air. It was the oppression and exploitation of the common people by the nobles for thousands of years, which accumulated too much resentment and hatred, and finally led to this prairie fire."
"No one is born to want to rebel, and no one is born to want to live with his head up. If he can live peacefully, who is willing to fight for his life?"
He paused and looked into the distance, as if he could see the burning land. A complicated light flashed in his eyes. "Actually, I am quite optimistic about this revolution."
"What?!"
Everyone raised their heads suddenly, their faces filled with unbelievable shock.
They thought that Yunxiao, like Spirit Hall and those nobles, would stand on the side of suppressing the rebellion, but they didn't expect that he would actually say such a thing.
"Teacher Yunxiao, you... you actually support those rebellions?" Dai Mubai shouted, his face full of confusion.
"I'm not supporting them, I'm supporting the inevitable necessity of history."
Yunxiao continued, "The system of Soul Master supremacy and hereditary nobles has lasted for tens of thousands of years and has long been rotten to the core. Whether it is thermal weapons or Blood Burning Art, it has evened the gap between ordinary people and Soul Master, giving them the power to resist. Otherwise, this old era should have been overthrown long ago."
"Of course, in the end, someone must keep vibrating, otherwise, even if the old aristocracy is overthrown, there will only be a new aristocracy, which will just change the soup without changing the medicine."
Tang Dieyi frowned, still a little unconvinced. "But if this happens, the entire continent will fall into war and many people will die. Isn't there a better way?"
"No."
Yunxiao just glanced at her and continued to say categorically, "Change is never a treat, it is always accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice. If you want to break an old world and build a new one, you must pay the price of blood."
"Instead of letting those civilians die slowly in silence, it is better to let them live a vigorous life in resistance."
He stood up, patted the dust on his body, glanced at everyone, and said in a very solemn tone, "Remember, times have changed now."
"As the saying goes, either keep up with this era, or be crushed by this era."