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After all, life is unpredictable, and the Jianghu is dangerous. No one knows when disaster might strike unexpectedly.

After leaving the mountain, Lu Yuan stayed cautiously in Yangmei Town, not even going out of his house, focusing on practicing martial arts at home.

Two days later, Sun Siwen returned.

Scholar Sun has been busy attending various literary and social gatherings, visiting classmates and colleagues, meeting senior juren, and expanding his social circle since he gained his title. He was extremely busy.

Finally having time to rest, he began to study hard, researching exam questions, and preparing for this year’s Imperial Examination.

With all these things going on, the number of times he met with Lu Yuan decreased.

It used to be once every two or three days, then it changed to once every five days, then to once every ten days or half a month, and now, they hadn’t seen each other for almost a month.

Today.

At noon, Lu Yuan brought his homemade Green Plum Wine and cured deer meat to Sun Siwen’s home to meet with his friend.

After they had a few rounds of wine and tasted various dishes, they started to talk about things.

Scholar Sun drank a glass of Green Plum Wine poured by Lu Yuan, then slammed the glass on the table with a bang, his face flushed red, and said, “Brother Lu, you have no idea how arrogant and unbridled those Jianghu martial artists are—they openly kill people on the streets of Fu City, with no regard for the law!”

As a scholar, especially one who had just passed the examination and entered the ruling class, Sun Siwen was extremely disgusted and angry with the reckless behavior and blatant disregard for the law displayed by the people from the Jianghu.

What did the imperial court rely on to rule the world?

It relied on various rules and regulations, and the obedience of the common people under those rules.

Only if the common people obeyed and dare not resist, scholars like him with titles and the ability to become officials could enjoy their positions, oppress and exploit others.

But now, what did Mr. Sun see?

He saw various sword-carrying and knife-wielding martial artists from the Jianghu appearing openly in the highest-ranking city in one province. They fought bloody duels in public, occasionally brutalized the common people, abducted women on the streets, and wrecked shops.

Once, when Scholar Sun and his classmates were having a party at a brothel, a martial artist from the Jianghu barged in. Not only did he act rudely and speak obscenely, but he even snatched away the sought-after courtesan they were pursuing and took her away.

The next day, the courtesan’s naked, bruised corpse was unceremoniously dumped at the west gate of the city, attracting a crowd.

Scholar Sun also went to see it.

Seeing his former goddess with a gaze of utter despair and a tormented corpse that was unbearable to look at, he felt like his entire world was collapsing.

What was even more frustrating was that the Prefect, who was supposed to maintain order in the city, did nothing.

Not only did he not interfere, but he also issued orders for the city’s patrol officers and officials to restrain and avoid conflict with those Jianghu martial artists.

According to the information Scholar Sun received during a gathering,

The reason the Prefect issued such an order was that he was threatened when someone sent a bloody human head to his bedroom while he was sleeping with his concubine at night.

The head of the province was threatened.

The threat would have been bad enough, but the fact that he submitted and became afraid was even worse.

The mighty imperial court was being bullied to such an extent by Jianghu ruffians.

For Sun Siwen, who had been studying the classics since childhood and pursuing loyalty to the emperor and service to the country, this was like shattering his worldview and crushing his beliefs.

As a result, the city became increasingly chaotic with the officials turning a blind eye to it.

Jianghu martial artists fought everywhere, and local thugs took advantage of the situation to rob and plunder. A once orderly city was now filled with turmoil and chaos.

In such a situation, it was impossible to hold literary gatherings or study in peace.

With no other choice, Sun Siwen packed his bags and returned to his hometown, Yangmei Town.

“If I become an official in the future, I will definitely restore order in the local area, enforce the law rigorously, and eliminate these bandits. If I have the good fortune to enter the imperial court, I will petition the emperor to ban martial artists all over the world and eliminate these rebellious elements, leaving no one behind!” Sun Siwen said with a resolute and indignant expression.

“Brother Sun, I admire your great aspirations, allow me to raise a toast to you,” said Lu Yuan, showing his respect upon hearing Sun’s words.

Truth be told, with the arrival of martial artists from the Jianghu, who turned Dayu County, which was originally peaceful and harmonious, into something resembling Gotham in Yue Country, he was quite discontented in his heart.

No matter what, Dayu County was the first place Lu Yuan stayed in when he traveled from another world, and it could be considered as his half hometown. Now that his hometown has been made smoky and polluted by others, and he can’t even return to his own home in the mountains, it’s only natural for anyone to get angry.

Moreover, the boldness, contempt for order, and brutality of the Jianghu people have gradually left a deep impression in Lu Yuan’s mind through what he has seen and heard these days.

It can be said that,

He had no good feelings for such social groups that brought no benefit to society, could only be an unstable factor, continually causing destruction and chaos, seriously threatening the lives of others, especially his own.

As one who seeks longevity, what he likes most is stability.

Because stability represents safety, and safety means no major threats to one’s life. Stability is the most important thing.

As for those martial artists from the Jianghu who disrupt stability, Lu Yuan naturally wanted to eliminate them, preferably in one clean sweep, to prevent them from unexpectedly coming out in the future and indiscriminately stabbing him with a sword.

‘However, this kind of thing can only be thought of in my heart, and it is impossible to achieve in reality.’ He sighed in his heart.

Lu Yuan knew that in this world of martial arts, it was unrealistic to ban martial arts.

For a simple reason:

In this world, those who possess the highest martial power are the Jianghu martial artists who have mastered martial arts. They are the highest rulers of this world, and the emperor is just one of their spokespersons.

It was naive to think that these martial artists would overthrow themselves.

Moreover, Lu Yuan had been practicing martial arts for more than a year, had opened up only one meridian, and knew only two palm techniques. Even so, in close combat, he felt he could defeat an ordinary army of more than ten people.

You must know that he was just a low-level martial artist.

Above him, there were third-rate, second -rate, and first-rate martial artists. Even above first-rate martial artists, there were legends about grandmasters and great grandmasters.

A low-level martial artist can be a match for an army of more than ten people.

What about those first-rate experts who stand at the top of Jianghu, and the grandmasters and great grandmasters who are in the legend?

‘I’m afraid only the Earthly Gods and Immortals described in novels, who can be an army by themselves and be invincible to tens of thousands, can be used to describe them, right? But who can balance such characters? Those scholars who are powerless, or the ordinary army that is like grass in their eyes?’ Lu Yuan thought to himself.

The more he knew, the more he revered the world.

Similarly, his understanding of this world became clearer.

Therefore, unlike Sun Siwen’s naive ideal, Lu Yuan was acutely aware that as long as martial arts exist for a day, it would be impossible to eradicate the martial artists of Jianghu.

Even if there is oppression in this world, it is impossible to clean it up.

The only thing humans can do is to try their best to delay, suppress, and alleviate the situation.

Sun Siwen, in Lu Yuan’s eyes, was just such a person trying to delay, suppress, and alleviate the situation.

“Come, Brother Sun, let me toast you a glass.” He smiled, raising his glass and happily drinking with his friend who had lofty ideals.

Lu Yuan could not save the world.

For one, he was not that selfless and was not willing to sacrifice himself for others. Secondly, he was lazy and did not want to do things that were destined to have no results.

Just because he didn’t do it himself didn’t mean he hated and despised those who were willing to do it.

On the contrary, he admired people who had such altruistic ideas.

At this time, as a friend, he did not mind adding fuel to the fire for Mr. Sun’s ideal path, so that the other party could walk farther and smoother. “Anyway, it’s just a few words of encouragement, and it doesn’t cost money.”

Drinking fine wine, Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, thinking beautifully in his heart.

Next to him, Mr. Sun was inspired by the words of encouragement and his blood was boiling. His eyes were shining with light.

Perhaps, in a few years or more than ten years, there will be such a prime minister who can save the world under the sky!

Who knows?

Everything is possible..