Vast and vast.
Fifty thousand Liangzhou troops, as well as these tribesmen with small trousers, surrounded by their son of the black dragon, entered Qiongdu City in a victorious manner.
Liu Zheng was not afraid of making Shama Zhuoyi angry. He knew that he was a tough guy, and if he could decide the outcome in a battle, he wouldn't mind letting his brothers stretch their muscles.
Qiongdu was originally canonized by the Longyan Dynasty. This time he brought 50,000 Han troops to garrison here, which was reasonable and legal.
If Shama Zhuoyi made the first move, it would really be illegal.
Liu Zheng expected that this ethnic group that had occupied Liangshan with poppies for many years did not have that many troops.
Now it seems that it is indeed the case.
Along the way, other Yi people looked at this large team eagerly, with very complicated expressions in their eyes. These people who came to Qiongdu early from all over Liangshan are naturally here to participate in this Qiongdu Torch Festival. Among them are people from various ethnic groups with large trousers and medium trousers, Shamash, An, Shahong, etc. wait wait wait. This time, there were eight Dabimo alone who came to Qiongdu - Aluba, taking Chilhadu's place.
From this we can see how complex and dispersed the ethnic groups and clans in the Liangshan area are.
"Sir, what are they looking at?"
Qin Changfeng was a little strange.
What are these people looking at all the way?
Liu Zheng said calmly: "They are looking at God."
"god?"
Qin Changfeng laughed: "It's almost like a magic stick."
Liu Zheng shook his head: "No, they are looking at God, or in other words, they are longing for God."
Qin Changfeng was a little confused.
On the contrary, Pei Yanran, who was standing next to him, chuckled and said, "Brother Qin, almost all the Bai Yi in Liangshan are slaves. When they see Aluba's Black Dragon Cult, how can they not yearn for the freedom and equality in its teachings?"
Liu Zheng also nodded.
Since ancient times.
The issue of religious belief is relatively mysterious and sensitive.
There may even be an extreme situation. How extreme is it? Or, those who believe in religion are a group of extremely ignorant people with a very low level of education.
Or, Kochi.
Let alone ignorant people, they can easily be brainwashed and deceived.
But what about Kochi?
In Liu Zheng's memory, many big-shot entrepreneurs and senior executives in later generations were very superstitious.
Let’s not discuss this first.
As far as these slaves in Liangzhou are concerned, their belief in God is absolutely devout, and they are absolutely yearning for a more systematic and mature religion. They long for a unified Liangshan, a unified religion, and a unified god.
Unknowingly.
Liu Zheng's purpose of packaging Aluba, a magic stick, has been achieved.
When public opinion began to gather, that was the moment when the slave owners began to collapse.
soon.
Huo Buquli, who set off first, has returned excitedly. He has already arranged accommodation for these people.
Just near Qionghai.
Liangshan's Torch Festival will be held around Qionghai, strictly speaking, the second largest freshwater lake in Sichuan and Sichuan. When the army arrived here, you could see from a distance the bustle of Qionghai. The Yi people in the Liangshan area and people from other ethnic minorities had already gathered here.
Long tents are dotted on the grass surrounding Qionghai like stars.
Many ethnic groups have already begun to laugh, sing and dance.
Qionghai lies at the northeastern foothills of Lushan Mountain. The mountain light and cloud shadow cover thousands of hectares of blue. Qionghai has clear and transparent water and pleasant scenery. At this time, the various costumes of various ethnic groups and the decoration of people in various costumes make the surroundings of this tranquil freshwater lake full of popularity and spirituality.
"Set up camp!"
Qin Changfeng shouted loudly, and the Liangzhou army agreed.
At this time, Pei Yanran came over and asked Liu Zheng with a smile: "Master, how do you do it without getting drunk after a thousand cups?"
When Pei Yanran asked this, sure enough, Huo Buquli and Qin Changfeng couldn't help but look, waiting for the answer.
Especially the fire power.
A thousand cups will not make you drunk...
It's the Torch Festival in Qionghai. If he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, wouldn't he be able to put down all the leaders of other ethnic groups tonight?
Several people discovered it at the same time.
It seems that following Mr. Liu, you can really gain a lot of knowledge... They don't believe that it was really Liu Zheng's previous great dancing that attracted the divine power.
Liu Zheng smiled: "Measure the kudzu pollen with one finger and take it orally. You will not get drunk after a thousand cups of it that day."
Several people were amazed.
At this moment, suddenly several girls came from a distance, wearing various jingling accessories. Compared with the ordinary Yi people, these girls had fair skin and their clothes were very different. And she looks quite beautiful. Obviously these women, in groups, came here.
But not far away, they stopped, then laughed and pointed in this direction, and then one of the women, with a shy look on her face, sang a folk song directly.
The sound is very pleasant, like a swallow emerging from the valley, delicate and delicate.
While singing.
That look was still lingering on Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng looked confused: "What's going on?"
Huo Buquli was also stunned, and then he said with an ambiguous smile: "Haha, sir, this is our girl from the Buyi tribe in Liangshan, and that one is the daughter of the leader of the Buyi tribe. She has taken a liking to you! If you can match this folk song , maybe she will leave a window for you in her tent tonight!"
"puff……"
Qin Changfeng almost sprayed out.
Pei Yanran also laughed so hard that she fell on her back.
Liu Zheng was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse, turned around and ran into his tent.
…
"How can this not make sense? How can it not make sense!"
Shama Zhuoyi looked angry at this time.
Everyone else was also confused.
"Headman, they have already gone to Qionghai."
"what should we do?"
Shama Zhuoyi looked angry, because until now, he still didn't know why he lost the battle because of drinking!
"Headman, is there really a son of the black dragon?"
One person asked uncertainly.
"fart!"
Shama Zhuoyi kicked him away. At this time, he absolutely could not admit the existence of the Son of the Black Dragon! What else would happen to his dominance?
"No problem, hurry up and find Da Bimo and discuss countermeasures together!"
Who would have thought.
This time, it was not only Da Bimo and Jimu Youla who were wearing trousers, but there was also someone beside him, who was slowly walking towards him.
"Old god?"
Shama Zhuoyi was startled and quickly knelt down to worship.
That's right, this person is none other than Chen Ran from Wangbei Academy.
"waste!"
Chen Ran kicked him hard and came over, with a sinister look in his eyes: "Shama Zhuoyi, I raised you up, not to treat you like a waste and eat nothing, do you understand?"
Shama Zhuoyi lowered his head, not even daring to fart.
Chen Ran said coldly: "I want this person from Longyan to die, do you understand?"
Shama Zhuoyi was shocked: "Old immortal, he will definitely not be able to get out alive!"
Chen Ran then smiled coldly: "I believe you can do it. Because if you can't, we will all die, and everyone will be able to escape!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room felt chills running down their spines.
