With forty-eight imperial tools, I just want to rely on myself

Ling Ze, who was struggling to survive in the slum, boasted that he was not a hero, and he had never had the consciousness to be a hero.

If he is really the kind of hero in the comics, then he will definitely not hesitate to help Changzhou Fan resist the "foreign barbarians."

Because in any case, no matter from which aspect, the "foreign barbarian" war of aggression is wrong and unjust. Then, as a hero of justice, how can he sit idly by?

If you look a little further, the "rice-grained sharp pot" is fighting the Civil War at this time. As a righteous hero, shouldn't a righteous hero go hand in hand with the just thing of liberating slaves?

Moreover, at this time imperialism and colonialism are rampant, and the whole world is being oppressed and sucked blood by European colonists. As a hero, should he not liberate the whole world?Beat up the colonists?

Ling Ze is not a partner of justice, a guardian who sells his life, or Shiro Wei Gong. He can't run around the world like a nanny to quell wars and save people.

He is just an ordinary, ordinary slum homeless. Those things have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care how many people are suffering and dying because of this.

Ling Ze, accustomed to seeing the overwhelming and dark side of human nature, and the fragility and dying of life, is basically doing everything from his own interests now. It is not a problem to say that he is a slightly indifferent and selfish person.

Using Ling Ze’s growth environment to estimate, if he hadn't always adhered to his bottom line of life, he would have become a slave to "power".

The greater the ability, the more you must hold your bottom line as the greatest responsibility, because once a person breaks the set bottom line, it will be very difficult to change it back, and then it will not be able to be called again. Be human.

At that time, don't talk about being a hero. I'm afraid that you will become an anti-social and anti-human super villain. There are too many examples of becoming a Buddha with one thought and a demon with one thought.

With the thinking of an adult, growing up in such an environment, Ling Ze saw, experienced, and understood more and darker things than ordinary children.

Maybe someone can do something like "The night gave me black eyes, but I use it to find light", but even the poet who wrote this poem can't do it himself, how many people can really do it? ?

Ling Ze was able to retain a heart with benevolent thoughts, to stabilize his fragile three views, to restrain himself from revenge on the society, and to kill innocent people indiscriminately. It was already his mind that was firm enough.

"Different ways do not seek each other, it is useless to say more."

Ling Ze walked straight past Takasugi Shinsaku. Under the slightly blank gaze of the auspicious soldiers, Ling Ze walked very cleanly, without any intention of staying.

Takasugi Jinsaku felt the ideological gap between him and Ling Ze, and he could not agree with what Ling Ze said, because the basic secular concepts and growth environment between them were completely different.

"People always have to pursue something, always fight for a goal, no matter how you want to use your power, for what you use your power, it is better than you put it aside in the mountains. The choice in the old forest is better."

Shinsaku Takasugi clearly understood Ling Ze's thoughts incorrectly. He thought that Ling Ze's refutation was just looking for a reason for himself "has a powerful ability but escapes from the world".

Shinsaku Takasugi felt that Ling Ze had not found a goal worth fighting for, so he chose to escape from the world. After all, Ling Ze's young appearance was there, and he could see that Ling Ze was not very old.

Shinsaku Takasugi felt that if he was given good guidance, he might not be able to lead Ling Ze to the right path.

"..."

This time Ling Ze didn't even stop. He felt that the conversation between himself and Takasugi Jinsaku was like playing the piano to a cow, and the two obviously couldn't understand each other.

"Governor Takasugi, are we going to chase?"

A civilian-born Raiders soldier asked Shinsaku Takasugi, he obviously didn't understand the current situation.

"No, go on patrolling."

He waved his hand to signal that the soldiers continue to patrol, Takasugi looked at the figure slowly going away, his brows gradually frowned.

He obviously doesn't understand the thoughts of those who are clearly capable but are unwilling to contribute to the betterment of the world. Is there anyone who can be alone in this chaotic era?

The rushing wave of the times is indeed affecting everyone living in this age, but some special people can really stand in this surging wave, and stand very stable.

The thirteenth generation of "Fei Tian Yu Jian Liu", Bigu Qing Jurou, is obviously such a special existence.

"Watching night cherry in spring, watching the stars in summer, watching the full moon in autumn, and the first snow in the winter meeting. With these, how can wine not be delicious?"

Seijuro Hiko looked up at the sky, looking at the twinkling stars, he brought a small wine cup in his hand to his mouth.

"If you still don't feel that the wine is delicious, then it must be a problem with the drinker.

After a glass of wine, the retreat hermit sighed again, watching the stars and drinking in the summer is a kind of enjoyment for him.

"In this situation, do you want to come for a drink? A strange swordsman. Don't say you can't drink. A swordsman who kills with a sword can't drink alcohol?"

Bigu Qingjuro raised his glass and said in the direction where Ling Ze was on one side. He had clearly spotted Ling Ze approaching. This is not surprising, after all, Ling Ze did not cover up his arrival.

Biku Seijuuro was wearing a white cloak, which was so big and long that most people couldn't support it. Biku Seijuuro was 1.9 meters tall, and the cloak had reached his ankle.

Ling Ze felt that he had probably figured out one thing. Kenshin Himura did not inherit the name of Kiyoshijuro, and it must have a lot to do with this cloak.

This 40-kilogram cloak, handed down from generation to generation, is really unfriendly to Kenshin Himura's height.

In fact, there is no way. Among the descendants of the "Flying Royal Swordsman" in the past, Kenshin Himura is indeed the one that is not very good. His physique is not suitable for the domineering "Flying Royal Swordsman".

In fact, it can be seen from the cloak that the ancestor had no intention of letting people like Kenshin Himura inherit the "Flying Imperial Sword Stream."

"I'm very sorry, I really don't drink."

Ling Ze walked out of the shadows, and refused the invitation of Biku Seijuuro to have a drink without giving up face.

Bigu Qingjuro turned to look at Ling Ze, he was slightly surprised, obviously he did not expect Ling Ze to be such an image.

"A blind child, how did you find this place?"

Hiko Seijuuro actually had some guesses in his mind, after all, the only one who knew he was here was his apprentice Kenshin Himura.