To the west, head to Qishan Zhouyuan's convoy.
The old man looked at the suffering tribesmen and shed two lines of blood and tears from his eyes.
"Jian Shang, Jian Shang..."
It sounds simple, but easier said than done.
The earth has nine states and eight pillars. The emperor of the earth is passed down to the emperor of the people, and the descendants of the emperor are passed down for 45,600 years.
As a descendant of the human empress, Dayi merchants have been passed down for more than ten thousand years. The blood of the emperor has been passed down from generation to generation. The fierce flames are overwhelming. Dayi merchants have been in the middle of the earth for many years, and the dynasty has been run like an iron barrel.
If you want to conquer Jian Shang, you need to defeat the six hundred vassal states surrounding the royal family.
This move is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.
The old man secretly swore that no matter how many generations he passed, those who destroyed the merchants would be my descendants!
The words are divided on the other side.
After the little frog got used to it, he carefully opened his eyes.
"Let's go over there."
Tang Ping pointed to the small village not far away.
This direction is also the direction that Black Wood Ghost and his party are going.
The annual opening of the gates of hell is not just about eating tributes.
We also need to collect resources from the underworld, burn, kill, plunder, and fight other forces.
He doesn't know how to eat blood. If someone in the village places tribute, it would be best to burn mugwort.
Although it is not as good as the official sacrifice, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.
Although this world is a feudal system, perhaps because of extraordinary power, productivity is not low at all.
Soon, Tang Ping arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain.
…
The wind is freezing.
A little boy with disheveled hair and bare feet was hiding under the eaves, shivering and chewing on dry and hard bran cakes.
The child's name is Zhang Qi, a horse-raising boy from a noble family named Zhang.
In terms of blood relationship, he is still a direct descendant of the Zhang family. After his father's death, his second cousin's uncle inherited the position of head of the family.
Then came the hard times for him and his sister.
In order not to let his sister suffer, he could only work hard.
At this time, bursts of noise came from outside the stable.
After listening carefully, it turned out to be the voices of the family head and several clan elders.
"This year Zuo Qing ordered that boys and girls should be descendants of nobles. This year it is our family's turn. Has the little girl been sent away?"
"The sacrifice has been enjoyed by the Tang God, and Zuo Qing is very satisfied."
There are three cities in the Sanjing area, Fengyuan, Longpo and Zuoyi, all of which are the fiefdoms of the Zuo family, the senior official of the Jing Kingdom. The Zuo family has the title of baron, and the Zhang family is Zuo Qing's retainer.
"Block the news and don't let his brother know."
"It's just a little horse-breeding boy, so what can I do if I know?"
Upon hearing the news, Zhang Qi was struck by lightning.
Doesn’t this mean you are talking about yourself?
My sister was sacrificed by them?
Didn't you say that if you work hard, you can let your sister live a normal life?
Zhang Qi felt extremely sad and angry.
Click!
He accidentally made some noise, letting everyone see Zhang Qi curled up in the corner.
"catch him!"
The head of the Zhang family made a decisive decision and immediately ordered his subordinates.
"drive!"
Zhang Qi got on his horse and the horse jumped out of the stable.
Rush away and rush into the side racecourse.
"Stop! Come back!"
The Zhang family warriors hurriedly chased after him, and even an archer shot an arrow through his back.
Just when everyone thought Zhang Qi was about to collapse.
He glanced at the Zhang family bitterly, then jumped on his horse into the forest.
Now the Zhang family warriors did not dare to pursue him.
Normally, I can still chase him, but now the door of hell is wide open. If I chase him in hastily, I'm afraid I won't know how I will die.
"Master, don't worry, this child will not survive. There are many ghosts and gods in the forest, and the blood can attract ghosts and gods."
Zhang Qi lay on the horse's back, his consciousness gradually blurring.
The surroundings were filled with mist, making it difficult to see the way forward.
Life flows slowly.
At this time, he saw a figure in front of him.
This person was wearing a black robe, with a majestic appearance, and a face like a ghost, with black and white lines like water waves.
Yin energy surrounds his body, and wherever he goes, vegetation blooms.
"I am the Marquis of Maoting of Youdu, the underground ghost and god!"
The voice was majestic, like a great bell, and the majestic Yin energy awakened Zhang Qi instantly.
god!
This is God!
Despite the vicissitudes of time, Zhang Qi still remembers what happened tonight.
"Meet the Lord God!"
God is an honorific, Hou is a name.
"Get up!" Tang Ping nodded slightly.
God?
It's a pity that he doesn't have any courage.
…………
Such and such, such and such.
"The eldest son of the Zhang family... I can help you get revenge, but if you win the position of the Zhang family in the future, your family will worship this god for generations to come."
"worship……"
Zhang Qi hesitated.
Do you want to learn from the second roommate and do things that seek wealth and death?
If revenge is to become the next second wife, then what's the point of all this?
"Humph, I am the righteous god of heaven and earth. I only need incense, moxa smoke, wine, and three animals to worship me. I don't need blood or food."
"The Righteous God of Heaven and Earth..." Zhang Qi knelt down with a firm look in his eyes and a pious heart, "I, Zhang Qi, swear to the Emperor and Empress Tu in the name of my ancestors and descendants to worship Maotinghou, the Righteous God of Heaven and Earth, forever and ever. If I violate it, , annihilation from heaven and earth!”
puff!
Zhang Qi pulled out the arrow from his back, and blood suddenly flowed out.
"Witness with blood!"
He gradually became weak, holding himself up to prevent himself from falling.
Tang Ping conjured up a slow medicine, which was a kind of mud, and applied it to the wound.
Zhang Qi's complexion improved a lot, and he felt more and more in awe when he saw the gods' ability to create something out of nothing.
Tang Ping looked at this child and thought that it would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to become talented in this era.
No matter how capable the common people are, they are still common people. The nobles who are like beggars raise their arms and their followers gather.
The nobles are not nobles, and they are not even qualified to speak.
This person is a disciple of the noble clan and the eldest son, so he has natural inheritance legitimacy.
If he helps him seize the family, then he will have support in the world.
After Zhang Qi recovered from his injury, he was waiting for the gods to help him regain his family.
Tang Ping said: "I will teach you how to hunt and make a living on your own. I will wait here today next year."
Looking at Zhang Qi's astonished expression, Tang Ping said: "Those who achieve great things must keep one thing in mind: rely on their own efforts and be patient."
"yes."
Zhang Qi wrote it down deeply.
After that, Tang Ping taught him hunting and farming methods.
"To achieve great things, you cannot do it alone. There are many landless savages in the mountains and fields. Don't look down on them. They are human beings too. Go ahead and deal with them."
Tang Ping conjured a knife and a pair of armor and gave them to this person.
Items from the underworld can actually be used by people in the underworld. If you guessed correctly, they should be items from the underworld that were originally sacrificed to the underworld.
Although the underworld is underground, it is actually in a different dimension. It is impossible to simply dig a hole and bury things to send them to the underworld. Sacrifices are required.
Zhang Qi obeyed the words of the god who saved his life.
After this person left, the frog pretending to be serious on Tang Ping's shoulders finally broke through.
"Quack, quack." The frog was puzzled.
"Be patient and test this person's character. Go away and find trouble."
boom!
The words just fell.
There was an explosion in the distance.
I saw streaks of colorful cloud energy fighting with the gloomy ghost energy.
"Haha, Tang Shen is getting old, that's all."
There is a colorful ribbon in the sky, winding and twisted, vaguely shaped like a dragon.
Like clouds, but also like a real dragon.
At the "dragon head" is a white cloud shaped like Ganoderma lucidum, with a person sitting on it.
It has white hair on its abdomen, a pair of gray-white wings on its back, and is dressed in white crane feathers. It has a strange appearance.
There is the same feathered man behind him.
These feathered people were killed by ghosts and gods in the air, and their blood filled the sky.
The leader of the feather men laughed wildly.
"Kill my tribe and destroy my mountain, Tang Shen! Today, I am here to seek revenge from you!"
boom!
The two sides fought fiercely.
The ghost generals also stepped forward to help.
"Is this a force in the underworld? Feathered people? Ancient immortals?"
Very strange.
Mortal Village.
An altar is placed at the entrance of the village.
The smoke from burning mugwort spreads in all directions, and white streamers flutter in the wind.
The fog is thick and there are many ghosts floating in the fog.
Four paper figures covered in snow-white bodies and with blush on their faces were carrying a bamboo frame. On the stretcher was a ghost who was also covered in snow-white body.
With white strips of paper for his hair and rouge on his cheeks, an old man with heavy makeup looked disgusting.
Unlike the hollow paper man, he seems to be made of paper.
Wow!
The papermaker flew up lightly and landed in front of the altar.
He inhaled through his nose and inhaled the green moxa smoke into his body. At the same time, he feasted on wine and food.
"Why is there no one alive?"
It seems that he doesn't take himself seriously.
The papermaker's eyes were cold, and it seemed that he could only go to the village to get it.
At this time, the sky battle began.
As a subordinate of Hei Mugui, Papermaker had no choice but to stop and wanted to go there himself.
Then he set off and headed to the battle site.
The fog dissipates.
As he passed by the water, a golden light caught his attention.
It was a frog with lotus leaves on its head, and the lotus leaves emitted golden light. It looked like a strange species at first glance.
"Good baby!"
The papermaker throws out a piece of paper.
The paper turned into an arrow and shot toward the frog.
boom!
The frog suddenly jumped up and dodged the arrow. In the air, its golden eyes looked mockingly at the ghosts.
"snort!"
While the frog was falling, he continued to throw paper knives and paper arrows...
Unexpectedly, the frog threw the lotus leaf hat, stepped on the lotus leaf hat with its hind legs, and jumped extremely high in the air, avoiding another attack.
The hat returned, stepped on it again, and fled into the forest.
"Quack, quack, quack..." seemed to be the frog's taunt.
"Chase!"
This kind of strange beast is too rare, no matter what its origin, we should capture it first.
