Yunluo had to bite the bullet and walk to a small table, facing down, looking at the faces below, some familiar, some unfamiliar, some worried, some expectant, and some more watching the show.

Taking a few deep breaths, the orphan from the broken alley spoke the first sentence to the prides of heaven below.

"I am an orphan, poor since childhood, and I only have one thing in my mind every day, which is to survive and struggle to survive."

After a word was spoken, the whole hall was in an uproar. After all, the few people knew about Yunluo's situation. More people were still shocked by the huge contrast between the geniuses of Cui and Lu and the most depressed orphans. For a moment, a buzzing whisper suddenly started.

Li Hengshan roared: "Silent!"

"So, when I was lucky enough to stand here today, I was thinking, what could I say usefully, and now I think of it."

So Yun Luo simply and calmly told everyone about the scenes that were not considered scenic at the bottom of society.

If you change your son and eat, sell your son and daughter, you will rob and prostitute, and you will not cover your body and eat and eat;

For the purpose of belonging to a garbage dump, you can live with each other;

The housewife who accidentally gave her one tael of silver to her wages was hanged to commit suicide because it was the food for her whole family for a month;

In order not to drag down his young wife, a sick man took the initiative to jump into the river;

All of these are what Yun Luo saw and heard in person, and they are naturally vivid and unusual to speak.

Fu Tianqi, who was wandering with his master, deeply felt the same and shed tears secretly;

Pei Zhen clenched his fists, wondering if he remembered the same stories in his hometown;

Lu Qi's eyes were slightly red, and Cui Zhi's face was expressionless.

Liu Fuqiu and others were full of indifferent expressions. There was no such thing. People who practiced should be at the heart of the great way and look at the sky and clouds above the peak, so they need to care about the low-lying muddy ponds?

"So, I think, if we practice only by cultivating ourselves and seeking immortality behind closed doors, what is the benefit of this heaven and earth? Since we are practitioners, we are considered to be extraordinary, why don't we do anything useful for this heaven and earth? If I can achieve success in my practice, I will hold a sword to protect the people and do my best to make this heaven and earth better and better. Just as the Confucianism said, if you are poor, you will be able to keep your body alone, and if you are successful, you will be helpful to the world. Thank you."

The sparse applause made Yun Luo, who retreated from his passion, feel a little disappointed.

Liu Fuqiu snorted coldly in his heart, "Extraordinary and extraordinary, you are not a practitioner yet, so you are talking nonsense here."

Bai Qingyue thought to himself: This person is sluggish and has no intention of being free and open-minded. If you practice the martial arts of our Sword Sect, it will be difficult to become a great person.

Chen Qingfeng came over and took his hand, and whispered to him: "You speak very well."

Yun Luo looked up in surprise, but Chen Qingfeng said directly: "Come with me and go to burn incense."

Yunluo followed Chen Qingfeng on the high platform behind the elders' seats. Chen Qingfeng handed him three long incense sticks. Yunluo took it respectfully, lit it on the oil lamp next to him, bowed three times, and piously inserted the long incense into the incense burner. Three wisps of blue smoke were thick and straight, and went straight towards the green clouds.

At the same time, in the old courtyard, in an extremely hidden secret room, the white-haired master also picked up three fine incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the two tablets in front of him, and said happily: "The child is very good, very good, don't worry."

Sitting at a small table, the old man said to himself: "The bribed city gate official Zhang Chunfeng is dead, and Pan Chonglou, the clerk who forged military orders, is also dead. He did it all, and he did it very well."

"He went to Xiling, which was a lot of risk, but that was the way he should go."

May every wisp of blue smoke in the world go to the other side of life with those pious and simple thoughts that ignite his people;
Chapter completed!