"I have never understood that since the cultivators you mentioned are all masters, they have the ability to turn their hands to make clouds and turn their hands to make rain, so why did they die in that catastrophe?" Wang Mo looked puzzled.

"I said at the beginning that although cultivators are cultivators, under the premise, they are human beings, they have children, they have friends, and they have relatives. Mr. Mao's power and strategy have reached the pinnacle. He uses these intricate relationships to make cultivators kill each other without knowing themselves. Do you know what the difference is between cultivators and powerful people in the world?"

"One has strong personal power, the other has vast power." After Wang Strange answered, he felt a little confused. After all, this difference was too obvious, and the werewolf definitely did not say this.

"You're right, but the difference is not that. Let's give a simple example. If you have three relatives now being persecuted and they are in three different places, what should you do, a cultivator?"

"Ah..." Wang Stupid was stunned. This question was as hard as if it was to save whom his wife and mother first after they fell into the water.

"Haha, in the eyes of cultivators, this is a dead knot, but in the eyes of secular powerful figures, this is not a problem at all, because there are too many powers they can use. They only need a phone call and an order to make the peerless masters of thousands of troops pounce on three places..."

"I understand." Wang Mo suddenly realized.

"What do you understand?" The werewolf smiled slightly and poured tea for Wang Mo.

"In other words, what the cultivator can do is a powerful person, but what the cultivator does may not do, unless he has the same magic power as the Buddha."

"It's basically that. Of course, power does not necessarily solve the problem, it is more of a shock. As you said, when your power is the same as the Buddha, your enemy will naturally not dare to act rashly, for fear of causing trouble. However, there is only one Buddha in this world, so power can intimidate the enemy at some point."

"deterrence……"

Inexplicably, Wang Mo thought of Cao Susu. If he had enough power or strength, Wang Hanchao would naturally not try to kidnap Cao Susu and threaten him.

"I know that it is not a blessing to lose my husband." Looking at Wang Fan's cold expression, the werewolf was faint.

"Do you know?" Wang St trembled.

"I don't know." The werewolf shook his head.

"Why do you say that the loss of the horse is wrong?" Wang Stantai breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the werewolf had been following him and knew about Cao Susu.

"If you have a long life, and look back a hundred years later, you will find that the idea of ​​letting you live and die at that time is not worth a smile. Most things will be dim in the long river of time."

"Yes, time can change everything, but we live in the present, not a hundred years later." Wang St. shook his head.

"Yes, live in the present." The werewolf was stunned.

"Continue your story."

"What else do you want to hear?" asked the werewolf.

"Talk it casually, I don't care."

"Well, when it comes to reform and opening up, the one who catches mice in white cats should be the one who catches mice."

"Have you seen him too?" Wang Stupid looked at the remembrance on the werewolf's face.

"He is the only national leader I have never met, but I still respect him very much. Although his theory has caused the Chinese nation to lose its morality and abandon its proud courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame, it has to be said that it was him who changed the entire China and turned the dream of a century-old power set by the cultivators into reality..."

"Yes, although I don't like him very much, I still admire his far-sightedness. In fact, the so-called moral destruction and the industrial revolution have the same effect." Wang Mo thought for a while.

"Mythical destruction and industrial revolution have the same effect...what means?" This time, the werewolf looked confused.

"During the Industrial Revolution in the UK, the country was severely polluted and was called the fog capital. The severity of smog caused shock to the entire society. According to some data, the number of people suffering from respiratory diseases in the UK at that time was very large. In fact, this is a hurdle that cannot be avoided. If you want to develop, there will be pollution. Judging from the current scientific and technological level of human beings, it can develop and not pollute. That is a dream. In developed Western countries, Germany, Japan, the United States, and the United Kingdom, they all have this process. However, when industrial civilization develops to a certain extent, some polluted industries will be transferred. In fact, the significance of this transfer is not very great, because they are still on the earth. Just like now, high-pollution industries, such as steelmaking and global manufacturing, have been transferred to China, and in the future, they will also transfer from China to more backward countries..."

"What does this have to do with moral depravity?" The werewolf was confused.

"In order to develop, Mr. Deng pushed China's traditional virtues that had been around for thousands of years into the fire pit, and then, under the economic development, he restored tradition bit by bit. In fact, this is a vicious circle of industrial development. First pollute and then control it. At present, there is no better way, especially for a big country with a population of one billion."

"Hahaha, listening to your words is better than reading for ten years! When you say this, I have less resentment towards Mr. Deng." The werewolf stroking his hands and laughing.

"In life, you must live a clear understanding." Wang Stupid looked a little ashamed. In fact, if it were the past, he would never pay attention to these things. It was only recently that he has frequently gone to different spaces, so he pays attention to this knowledge. When reading, he will also deliberately pay attention to economic development.

At any time, strength and civilization are inseparable from economic development.

If the barbarians want to get rid of their life of eating raw meat and drinking blood as soon as possible, they must improve their living environment and improve, that is, economic development.

If the granaries are full, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.

At present, due to Wang Mo's guidance, the living conditions of the barbarians have improved a lot, but it is far from knowing etiquette and honor and disgrace. Therefore, if you want the barbarians to quickly enter civilized society, the best way is to let the barbarians develop their economy.

Regarding the economic development of different spaces, Wang Fan has always been hesitating whether to guide him, because development will inevitably cause serious pollution, and this has an unforgettable experience for a person on earth...

...

"Actually, I have nothing to say, it's just some small details. Basically, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, I have never participated in some major historical time again. I have become an insignificant bystander. Of course, it is precisely because I am a bystander that I was not affected in the catastrophe. Otherwise, I would not have lived to have tea and chat with you today."

"It is a blessing to lose your horse."

“Hahahahaha…”

"By the way, you said that there are not many cultivators left in the mainland, why are there many cultivators appearing now?" Wang San asked.

"Cultivation is also a kind of civilization. It is very difficult for a civilization to destroy another civilization. Moreover, everyone lives on earth. Here, we will mention the group of cultivators who escorted Mr. Jiang to Baodao. It was precisely because of their wise decision that they had retained the spark for cultivators. After the reform and opening up, many families of cultivators who were declining were supported by cultivators from Baodao, which made them make a comeback. It is precisely because of this that the originally tense relationship between Baodao and the mainland has eased a lot. All of this has the merits of the cultivators, but now..."

"Yeah, keep going."

"There are more and more conflicts nowadays, and they have a certain relationship with the cultivators."

"Why?" Wang Fan couldn't imagine that the relationship between the treasure island and the mainland was also related to cultivators.

"The idea of ​​those cultivators back then was to preserve Chinese civilization, but at present, there were conflicts in culture between the treasure islands and the mainland, which were originally of the same root and species, and the conflicts between the two places naturally increased. After all, this was related to who was the mainstream."

"Is the mainland richer and Baodao unhappy?" Wang San asked.

"There are reasons for this, but in fact, there is no specific reason, because it is a competition between economy, politics and culture. At the beginning of reform and opening up, Baodao had an absolute dominance. Now, in front of China's huge economy, Baodao has been marginalized. You also know that the poorer the people, the stronger the self-esteem. At present, Baodao is also facing this narrow thinking. In the eyes of the cultivators of Baodao, the cultivators of the mainland made a comeback because of their help. Now, they are surpassed by the rising stars of the mainland, so they are naturally in a bad mood." The werewolf sighed.

"Can you fight?" Wang San asked.

"War! Do you think the treasure island is still qualified to fight with the mainland?" the werewolf said with a wry smile.

"No."

"Yes, this is the sorrow of the cultivators of the Treasure Island. In the past, because of their weapons and economic advantages, both cultivators and ordinary people on the Treasure Island had a sense of superiority. Now, this sense of superiority has disappeared and is still living in fear all the time, which shows its mood."

"Will cultivators care about these things?"

"Cultivators are also human beings. Moreover, the greater the power of cultivators in the secular world, the higher their cultivation will be. In addition, this will go back to the fact that the cultivators of Treasure Island helped the cultivators of the mainland. At that time, in addition to the reasons for the same root and species, there is another major reason for the cultivators of Treasure Island to help the cultivators of the mainland - the cultivation materials."

"Cultivation materials!"

"Yes, cultivation materials. Compared with the continent that has a history of cultivation for thousands of years, the treasure island is a wilderness. There are not only no ancient weapons and magical objects, but also some very common medicinal materials, let alone any treasures of heaven and earth."

"What you mean is that the cultivators from the Treasure Island help the cultivators of the mainland mainly to find some materials that are beneficial to the cultivation."

"Yes."

"The weasel wishes the chicken a happy New Year, but he has no good intentions!" Wang St. snorted coldly.

"Of course, we can't say that completely. If it weren't for the same root and species, or even if there were many good things, they wouldn't be able to help." The werewolf shook his head and said.

"That's right. Thank you for your tea. This Pu'er tea is good. Is there any? I'll pack some and go home and drink it slowly." Wang St grinned.

"Ah..." The werewolf's face changed, and she subconsciously covered a dragon-patterned black satin box on her chest.

"Damn, I'm so nervous!" Wang Mo couldn't expect that he would ask for some tea casually, so he would make the werewolf who had been calm and become uneasy.

"Ahem...this tea...this tea is very precious..."

"How is a precious method?" Wang Stupid looked disdainful. Although he had no research on tea, he often drank tea with Su Xue and had also drank a lot of good tea.

"This is the Pu'er tea paste for the Qing Dynasty that Mr. Zhou gave me."

"Mr. Zhou...Lu Xun?"

"Yes, Zhou... This tea was collected by Lu Xun and Xu Guangping and his wife. When I went to rob... cough cough... when I visited Lu Xun, I talked with him at night. After that, he gave me a box. I kept collecting it and couldn't bear to drink it. It was not until you came just now that the meat was started..."

"My mother, it turned out to be Pu'er tea paste, a tribute from the Qing Dynasty. I saw the news last time that this thing was said that Mr. Zhou Haiying, the only descendant of Lu Xun and Xu Guangping, provided a box of 28 yuan, totaling 105.6 grams, with a total weight of 105.6 grams. In 2010, it changed hands for 1 million yuan at the Rongbao Spring Art Auction, setting an auction record of nearly 10,000 yuan per gram."

"Yes, but its preciousness is not a matter of money, but a rare and rare." The werewolf gently stroked the dragon-patterned brocade box in his hand.

"Then did I drink 10,000 yuan per gram of your tea just now?" Wang St widened his eyes and picked up the tea cup carefully looking at the black tea leaves inside the cup, with an incredible expression on his face.

"……Yes."

"Hahaha, don't be stingy. You have lived for more than a hundred years. There must be a lot of good things. Come on, pack some for me, I'll drink it slowly when I go home..."

Wang Fan, who was originally in a low mood, suddenly became ignorant. His rolling eyes emitted a strange light, patrolling the werewolf's room, making him frightened.
Chapter completed!