Man in the Heavens: Rewarding the Good and Punishing the Evil

Now that I think about it, if it weren't for you, if you didn't alert the guards overnight, no one would be able to get away with so much gold and silver. It seems that I underestimated you. "

Chen Chong waved his hand, and said calmly: "Small meaning, you can just treat it as a small spell in your sleeve. If you have anything to bring in the future, you can leave it to me."

This indifferent appearance is completely beyond the woman's expectations, seeing that the man does not seem to be pretending, Long Er said thoughtfully: "It seems that you have a lot of secrets!"

Chen Chong laughed and didn't answer, but looked at the woman and asked seriously: "Now that I've come to this point, I'd like to ask you a question. What happened to your master, we killed Feng Xifan and captured Wu Yingxiong, what will happen to you in the future?" What plan?"

Hearing Chen Chong's question, Long'er's eyes flashed with gloom, and then he shook his head blankly and said, "I don't know, maybe what you said before is right, the fact that King Pingxi's behavior is not the appearance of a king, but I can't help it!"

Then she explained.

The Dragon Sect is located in the eastern part of Guizhou, and its members have lived in the mountains for generations, and most of them are local Dong people.

After all, the Ming Dynasty was the orthodoxy of the Han family, and it was doing the work of reforming the land and returning it to the people from the beginning to the end.

Compared with those ethnic groups with a large population and aggressive style, the Dong people have always had a miserable life, not only to deal with the threat of imperial power, but also to be squeezed by other barbarians.

The Dong family in Wahuangling is the most remote branch that has not been annexed, and it is also the birthplace of the Dragon Sect.

It's just that many years ago, the Shenlong Cult couldn't bear the stickiness, and led the people to Liaodong Island.

After the great changes at the end of Ming Dynasty, Wu Sangui begged to go to Shenlong Island, and the leader at that time thought about it, and attached himself to this military officer, so that he could take the opportunity to return to his ancestral land in the future.

Later, Wu Sangui was granted the title of Pingxi King, and the Dragon Sect finally returned to Wahuangling. The two parties felt very happy to cooperate.

Wu Sangui was afraid of being assassinated by people in the martial arts, so in order to continue to let the Dragon Sect protect him, he tempted the leader with "the power of the dragon".

The leader had this intention. He didn't know whether he was really thinking about the Dong people, or whether he wanted to become an official in the court, so he agreed.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the jokes of the year really started to be practiced. The words "help King Pingxi drive out the Tartars and ascend the Great Treasure" also became an excuse for Wu Sangui to drive the Dragon Cult...

Chen Chong actually didn't know much about Yidi's life now. Although he grew up in the land of soil and seedlings in his previous life, it was after all an era of great national integration.

Except for foreigners who come to buy tourist souvenirs, it seems that the presence of soil seedlings is not strong.

However, Chen Chong has some eyesight. Although he is a little ignorant in this area, he can see that Long Er's sorrow does not seem to be fake.

Come to think of it, the lives of the children of the Dong family are really not very good now.

"Now that we have done such a big thing in the capital, the center of the Tartars is almost in chaos. If Wu Sangui can take advantage of the situation, he might not be able to annex the southwest and drive the Mandarins back to the north."

After thinking for a while, Chen Chong said slowly: "However, as the old saying goes, 'Rely on the mountains, and rely on everyone'. Since the Dong people want to fight for a three-acre land for themselves, I'm afraid they always think about relying on others. , not a good plan."

Long Er subconsciously nodded, these days Wu Sangui asks the imperial court for military salary every year, and this time the price is called to the sky, with the appearance of a lion opening his mouth.

But his strength is indeed not bad, and he is guarding the important areas in the southwest. Although the court feels a headache, it has to give it up.

Relying on the money, Old Wu's subordinates not only raised an elite soldier, but also had spare energy to expand to the neighboring provinces.

In recent years, King Pingxi's power has expanded, which also has the credit of the Dragon Sect.

As the holy daughter of the Dragon Cult, she is obviously very clear about the details, and she is also very clear about Wu Sangui's strength.

Long Er's master was naturally happy with such a heroic state of wanting to win the Central Plains.

Shaomin is not a stubborn man, let alone promise a thousand gold, the reason why she is so loyal to Wu Sangui is simply because she feels that the promise can be fulfilled.

Or in other words, if Wu Sangui hadn't played the trick of "killing the bird to hide the bow and cooking the rabbit to death", the Dragon Sect would not have had two minds at all.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

There were only Feng Xifan and Wu Yingxiong, full of joy, came to grab the class and seize power, but in the end, one died and the other was arrested.

Now that this step has been reached, the Shenlong Cult naturally has no reason to send Wu Yingxiong back with concern.

What other congregants think, Longer doesn't want to and is not interested in caring, anyway, she doesn't want to cooperate with Wu Sangui anymore.

Everyone started to do it first, and then they got together like this. Isn't this licking a dog?

Chapter 143 141. Pointing out the way out

Long Er thought over and over again, but still had no idea.

The saint felt a little frustrated, and began to doubt herself—could it be that I am not suitable to be a leader?

calm down!

After taking a few deep breaths, the beauty came up with a solution, so she began to think, if she was a master, what would she do if she encountered such a problem?

It's a pity that after thinking hard for a long time, I still didn't get the result.

This situation is too difficult to deal with. Obviously, the life experience of the saint is not enough to deal with similar problems.

In other words, someone who was forced to be promoted to the leader of the Dragon Cult does not have this kind of decision-making ability yet.

After thinking for a while, Longer decided to give up.

But at the same time, relying on a sudden inspiration, she also thought of a solution that was not a solution.

Back then, when the old leader let her lurk into the palace, apart from looking for the "42 Chapters" and probing the secret of the mite Qing dragon veins, trying to kill Oboi, she was just waiting for an opportunity to kill the mite Qing dog emperor.

As a secret agent, Long'er was actually not successful. Apart from being transformed into a queen mother at the beginning and getting her "42 Chapters" in hand, there was no progress in the task for the past year.

The "42 Chapters" were not collected, the mite clear dragon veins were not found, not to mention that Aobai was not killed, and the little emperor Kang Mazi was not killed either.

Regarding his work efficiency, Long'er had to admit that it seemed that his hips were a little stretched.

But all this changed after Chen Chong entered the palace.

First, his own "42 Chapters" was stolen, and then Kang Mazi was brutally murdered.

In the end, not only was Oboi killed and his power dispersed, even the only normal auxiliary minister, Sonny, became a dead dog.

In addition, the man once said that he had found the dragon veins of the imperial tomb. According to his previous performance, it is estimated that there will be no good end for the mite to clear the dragon veins.

Since Chen Chong is so powerful, why should he think hard?

Just ask him for bad ideas!

Thinking of this, Long'er coughed lightly on purpose, stretched out his white and tender feet, and rubbed against someone who was squatting by the blood spring.

Chen Chong was holding a bucket, and cheerfully squeezed the wool of Shenlongjiao, and beat bucket after bucket of blood spring, thinking that it might be useful in the future.

Suddenly, I felt an itching in my armpit, and then the bucket clanged and fell straight into the blood fountain.

Chen Chong felt strange, turned his head and was about to ask what was going on, when he saw a little foot that hadn't retracted.

This foot is very small, although it is not as exaggerated as the three-inch golden lotus, but in Chen Chong's view, it is not enough to hold.