Chapter 200 Yes
Lu Zhou stood up and wanted to deal with the Purple Mansion Saint and those people who were causing trouble.
He doesn't care whether you can justify yourself or not.
He doesn't care about the law that one cannot hold everyone responsible, and he thinks he can justify himself. As long as he puts on a layer of cover and has many followers, everything will be fine.
Lu Zhou doesn't even care whether you have any evil intentions or not. He makes excuses openly but actually instigates you secretly.
He never cared what others thought of him.
He only cares about his own opinion.
It's enough as long as he thinks you are harboring evil intentions and trying to sow discord.
Just like when he had no evidence at the beginning and had the solid evidence that it was a ruthless group hidden in Yaoguang who were attacking him, he directly targeted Yaoguang and took revenge on him.
He thought that he hadn't been in the spotlight for a long time, and now some people had forgotten some of his style of doing things.
However, he had just stood up and had not yet taken any action to deal with the Purple Mansion Saint Son and others.
Feng Huang, however, took action before him.
"That's enough. What do you think this place is?"
"Today is my grandfather's 1,500th birthday, and you are making a fuss here, and you want to fight over a disagreement."
"How can this be disgraceful? Do you not take our Wind Clan seriously?"
"Are you trying to provoke my Wind Clan?"
Feng Huang was dressed in colorful feathered clothes and had sharp and captivating eyes, like an empress. She was looking around at the Son of Purple Mansion and the young heroes who had followed him to make trouble.
She didn't look at Li Heishui. She helped her relatives but not the others. This is very cowardly!
What's more, she is not a fool. She knows what the situation is at a glance.
The so-called "reason" of the Saint of Purple Mansion is not reason at all.
As Feng Huang opened her mouth and uttered every word, some of the Feng Clan elders also exuded an imposing aura, trying to support Feng Huang.
Some of the people who had joined the commotion earlier were stunned. They were intimidated by Feng Huang's power and kept saying they dared not.
Confessing my crime!
They reiterated that they had no other intentions and had temporarily put aside some of their thoughts.
But Feng Huang ignored him. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the Purple Mansion Saint who had started the trouble first.
"You really want to know how precious the gift that Tyrant Immortal will give you is, right?"
Before the Saint of Purple Mansion could answer, Feng Huang did not even give him a chance to speak.
Then she continued to speak.
"I have long heard that the Saint of Purple Mansion is extremely talented and ranks among the best of the younger generation in the Eastern Wasteland."
"I think you must have heard that no matter how big or small the gift is, it is all a token of the heart, right?"
"I don't know since when did even a gift become worthy of comparison in our Eastern Wasteland?"
"And you are still competing with me on the occasion of my Wind Tribe Saint Lord's 1,500th birthday."
"Could it be in your Purple Mansion Saint Son?"
As she spoke, she once again looked around at the group of young heroes who had joined in the fun.
"In You"
"In the eyes of you people, are we the Wind Clan so greedy for money that we don't care about your feelings, but only care about the value of the gifts you present?"
"You have something against my Wind Clan, do you want to humiliate my Wind Clan?"
There are many more people who denied the crime at this time, indicating that they had no such intention.
Even the Holy Son of Purple Mansion is no exception.
"I never meant that. My words were inappropriate and I was careless and offended."
Feng Huang's words clearly elevated the matter to such a high level.
Who would dare to act rashly at this time?
If anyone really dared to respond openly at this moment, that was what he meant. He just thought that the Wind Clan was money-minded and he was provoking and insulting the Wind Clan.
So nothing was said.
The Wind Clan will definitely take action immediately and kill it.
what can be confirmed is.
Even if he was killed, it would be in vain.
The signboard of the holy land cannot be insulted, and the majesty of the holy land cannot be challenged!
Everyone knows this.
If he was killed for this, no matter the forces behind him or other forces, they would not dare to and would not say anything.
I would just think that guy is crazy and is looking for death.
Not everyone is Lu Zhou.
The more powerful a person is, the more likely they are to openly abide by some tacit rules that everyone understands.
Even if you fight to the death behind the scenes, in public, everyone still has to fight for the word "reason".
Obviously Feng Huang grasped this principle.
She interpreted the initial words of the Saint of Purple Mansion from another perspective, dispelling some of the hidden intentions in those words.
However, do you think that this matter is over when the Purple Mansion Saint Son and others confess their crimes and retreat?
That's definitely impossible!
There is a saying: It is better to offend a gentleman than to bully a villain; it is better to bully a villain than to offend women, especially beautiful women.
The Saint of Zifu had ulterior motives and had offended Fenghuang and other girls greatly.
If today wasn't her grandfather's birthday, it wouldn't be appropriate to shed blood. She would have definitely killed that damn Purple Mansion Saint Son.
Even so, she still has plenty of means to deal with the Son of Purple Mansion.
She didn't give any face to the Saint of Purple Mansion. She pressed on step by step and listened to what she continued to say.
"You said you didn't mean anything else!"
"I don't think so!" "I think you are targeting Lu Zhou. You are jealous of him."
The face of the Saint of Purple Mansion darkened. Feng Huang's pressure on him was too obvious.
"What do you mean, Princess? I never meant that!"
He questioned Feng Huang and reiterated his position.
"What do you mean?"
"Need I say more?"
"Everyone knows that Lu Zhou has a relatively harmonious and close relationship with many forces."
"Today, my Wind Clan has invited him to celebrate his birthday. Tomorrow, the day after, and in the future, there will definitely be other forces that have a close relationship with him, or for one reason or another, that will invite him to celebrate!"
"And if your competition really started from the Wind Clan."
"Then tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and in the future, every time Lu Zhou gives someone a gift, he must give a gift equivalent to the one he gave to my grandfather."
"If he took less or more at some point, would people say that he looked down on a certain force?"
"If we talk about this too much, people will start to talk about it. Will it make those forces have some opinions about Lu Zhou and damage the relationship between them?"
Just then, Yao Xi stepped out.
She is slender and graceful, like a blooming fairy flower.
People saw her red lips slightly opened, and words came out of her red lips.
"Yes, Feng Huang, you are right!"
"He is targeting me, the Holy Son of Yaoguang, and wants to harm him. He is jealous of him."
"Everyone, please think about this."
"If this trend of comparison starts, and I, Saint Yaoguang, want him to be fair in the future and give out so much every time, can he do it?"
“Who here can do that?”
"Can you, the Saint of Purple Mansion, do it?"
"I believe that even if all the extreme forces were combined, they wouldn't be able to do this, right?"
"How dare you say that you are not targeting my Son of Yaoguang?"
"You're talking nonsense. I didn't do that. I never meant that. The whole comparison thing is nonsense."
The Saint of Zifu used three consecutive denials!
However, before he could finish his words, An Miaoyi also spoke up and offered an assist.
“I think there’s more.”
"I think he is setting a trap for all of us. Is he targeting all of us? This person really has ulterior motives!"
"Oh? What do you mean by this?"
Some people didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously.
A vague and ethereal voice was heard.
It’s Shiyao.
She actually spoke.
"it's actually really easy!"
"Once this trend of comparison starts, there will naturally be comparisons!"
"It will gradually expand from Lu Zhou to other people."
This is a very simple truth. If you follow this line of thought, everyone can think of it.
Then An Miaoyi continued.
"Sister Shiyao is right!"
"Everyone, I would like to ask you to think carefully about this. If someone is outdone by someone else, will the outdated person be talked about by others? Will he feel ashamed?"
"Even if he doesn't care about being embarrassed or being laughed at, what about the orthodoxy he represents?"
"Isn't this a trap set for all of us?"
"If we meet someone with a hot temper, and if we have a disagreement, it might turn a small matter into a big one, and even lead to a war of sects. That's not impossible."
As they spoke one by one, some people at the scene who thought what they said made sense began to nod their heads.
"You. You are all talking nonsense."
"What about the spirit of comparison, what about setting traps for everyone? I don't have such thoughts at all, I..."
The Saint of Zifu continued to deny, his face darkening. He felt like he was being targeted.
He was not the only one who felt this way. Some people who had been watching from the sidelines also felt it.
At this moment, many people must have remembered the widely circulated saying, right?
"Don't let the wind of comparison get in the way!"
Suddenly, another ethereal and slightly magnetic voice sounded.
The voice was not loud and did not carry any emotion, but it seemed to be in harmony with the omnipresent avenue between heaven and earth.
This voice, which was not loud and did not carry any emotion, actually drowned out the voice of the Purple Mansion Saint.
People looked in the direction where the sound came from.
Oh?
It’s Zixia, the Saintess of Zifu!
It seemed like she said nothing, yet it also seemed like she said everything!
etc.
Someone is confused!
The ideas are almost growing out of my brain.
'Why is she joining the concentrated fire?'
"Isn't the one being attacked by concentrated fire your Saint Son of Purple Mansion?"
(End of this chapter)
