Chapter 710 Zhang Sanfeng’s Journey to Another World——Inheritance

Author: Jiuqiaobafang

Chapter 710 Zhang Sanfeng’s Journey to Another World——Inheritance

"political reform?"

Ma Xianhong was puzzled.

"I know! Like Shang Yang's reform, Wang Anshi's reform, etc."

"But what does that have to do with my Slimming Stove?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, stretched out his hand, and gestured for the two of them to walk and talk.

"Since ancient times, the cause of reform has been continuous. Among these reforms, only one end has been successful, and the others have failed."

"Then have you summarized the rules of why they failed?"

Ma Xianhong is a very discerning person, and he heard that Zhang Sanfeng used the reform method as a metaphor for his self-cultivation furnace.

He said with a meaningless look: "It's just that the king's methods are not strong enough, his attitude is ambiguous and suspicious, and then there is political strife within the court, which is nothing unusual."

After finishing speaking, Ma Xianhong noticed that Zhang Sanfeng looked at him with a slightly strange look.

"What's wrong? Master Dao, am I right?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said: "It's not wrong, it's just that this is the understanding of ordinary people..."

"I thought a genius like you would see things for what they are..."

"I'm just confused..."

"Just because you are a genius in the art of "divine machine" does not mean that you can be superior in other aspects..."

Ma Xianhong said "oh".

"Please give me some advice."

Zhang Sanfeng recalled the many eras he had experienced.

The late Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, Daxuan... and various so-called modern materials I have read, and I have compiled the sentences.

"Reform should be a win-win or multiple-win game."

"So the key to the success of the reform is whether it can bring benefits to the whole society and whether all members of society can benefit from it."

One sentence sets the tone first.

Zhang Sanfeng was unparalleled in Taoism and martial arts, but politics and economics were not his strong points.

Although specialized knowledge is not easy to master, as long as you have certain conditions and enough time, if you study hard and study in depth, you can still achieve great results.

Extensive knowledge, including various practical experiences, cannot be obtained in a short time. It must be accumulated over many years of hard work to lay a solid foundation.

Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng lived long enough and was not stubborn and was willing to accept new things.

"If we can't make the pie bigger, the reform will be the redistribution of interests."

"Some people will benefit while others will suffer. Those who suffer will definitely oppose the new law and will resist and obstruct it. The reform will inevitably fail."

Ma Xianhong stopped.

"You mean that my stove will be a stumbling block for some people? Will it harm their interests?"

"But I do not prohibit outsiders from entering here. As long as they are willing, I will not hesitate to help them transform into aliens..."

"By then, there will be no differences between everyone..."

This is his ideal.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ma Xianhong, this young man had extraordinary intelligence and was unusually focused on what he believed in.

He is a smart and sincere but "lucky" person because he was able to find a career that he loves throughout his life and has the talent, talent and wisdom needed to reach the pinnacle of this career.

Unfortunately, his ideal path is doomed to be difficult.

Zhang Sanfeng said calmly: "The so-called harboring a sharp weapon in one's heart is the intention to kill."

"These transformed aliens, who have not experienced more than ten years of practicing Sanjiu in winter and practicing Sanfu in summer, have not experienced the loneliness and irritability of meditating in silence, suddenly gained strength..."

"Do you think their character can be controlled?"

"Do you think that you are a winner in life, the son of destiny, frivolous and arrogant, and do whatever you want without knowing the heights of the world?"

"Moreover, will those who have good intentions have evil thoughts in their hearts and not want you to continue transforming aliens?"

“You need to know that people’s hearts are unpredictable!”

"What many people want most is not the "education without distinction" you want to build, Xiaoyou Ma, but to gain a sense of superiority in the setting of inequality and being nobler than others."

The words are spoken softly, but the meaning is like thunder.

Ma Xianhong is not a stupid person.

How can a stupid person learn [Magical Skills and Hundreds of Refinements]?

It's just that his personality is more frank and upright.

Technical geek!

Being nudged by Zhang Sanfeng, his expression suddenly turned bad.

Not to mention ordinary people who once gained strength, even strangers who came from hard training, there are also people who can't keep their minds and control their horses, such as Quan Xing.

He hopes to create a world without differences, but he does not want to cause social chaos and mobs to run rampant.

He was unwilling to give up: "Master Dao, do you want me to give up?!"

Zhang Sanfeng was surprised and said: "When did Pindao say this? Pindao just explained to you the hidden dangers in this, so that you will not do things without any sense of proportion."

Ma Xianhong frowned, and the two moles at the corners of his eyes moved slightly.

"What should we do?"

"I have spent so much time and effort creating the Slimming Furnace, can I just turn it into a decoration?"

Zhang Sanfeng asked: "Have you never thought about...cooperating with the state?"

Ma Xianhong: "Company? Can you access anywhere?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "The company is just a part of the entire national machinery and cannot represent the will of the entire country..."

"Pindao discovered that you here have made a distinction between ordinary people and aliens. In fact, the so-called company executives have a tendency to let aliens accelerate their internal consumption..."

"Little friend Ma, you have to look beyond the so-called alien world..."

"Your [Magic Machine Hundred Refining] is amazing and very adaptable to this society. Moreover, you are not a person who cherishes broomsticks. If many of these technologies are developed together with those big researchers, the overall national strength can be greatly improved..."

Zhang Sanfeng thought of Daxuan established by Hong Kang.

Those Shanmen monks initially joined because of the military power of Daxuan, but they soon discovered that after joining Daxuan, their magic secrets were constantly updated and iterated under the joint study of countless outstanding people.

"For example, your capsule is a space device that can accommodate dead and living things without affecting the weight;"

"Another example is your self-cultivation furnace. It can be simplified a little. It eliminates the effect of transforming aliens and only retains the effect of transforming the physical body."

"You can still open the eyes of the blind, recover the deaf and mute, and regenerate residual limbs..."

“Isn’t this a great merit!!”

Zhang Sanfeng drew a blueprint for him.

"At that time, it can be foreseen that you will be the existence of Buddha in thousands of families."

"With your influence at that time, who would dare to say anything about the thirty-six thieves in the alien world who asked the country to clear your name?~"

Zhang Sanfeng felt strange.

These aliens have various abilities, and some of them, if used in the right way, will definitely benefit the country and the people. However, despite the fact that they have developed into the new century, the aliens still adhere to the ancient habits of the world.

"Cooperate with the country to help clear my name..."

After being prompted by Zhang Sanfeng, Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up, his heart was high, and his blood was surging.

I just feel a sense of transparency all over my body, and my innate energy is running faster.

…

…

Not to mention what Ma Xianhong will do next.

Zhang Sanfeng met the little girl Chen Duo.

Chen Duo had a different feeling about this old man because he was not afraid of his own poison.

For the first time, she felt what it was like to be touched on the head by someone else, not through protective gloves.

It was a real feeling of flesh and blood touching each other, full of life.

The old man asked himself if he wanted to learn a set of kung fu from him, saying that he could become like others.

Do I need to make my own choice?
To be continued...