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Chapter 1311

"Since you're here, do you still want to leave?"

Gently stroking the bun on his head with his left hand, Zeng Yunfeng saw two cyan figures flying out soundlessly chasing the two old men.

Only two screams were heard, like geese shot in the air, and the two of them fell heavily from the beams like two shot chickens.

The black-bearded old man was breathing in but not out, laying on the ground, his mouth was full of blood, humming: "Old monk, old...I was killed by you...killed me!" sounded.

And the moment the other one fell from the beam, he was actually dead.

The old monk glanced at the several people who fell to the ground in various states of death.

The old monk sighed inwardly, he didn't expect to invite a few people, but they were killed by Ying Wugou on the spot in a very short time, among them were some people he knew, and they had a good relationship.

The old monk looked at Zeng Yunfeng with a calm expression, "Ying Wugou, you can't win forever." The old monk smiled, a little weirdly, "The poor monk knows that you have a woman in the Western Regions and you have a good relationship. , but there is one thing you may not know, that you left her hope and made a big mistake the night you left the Western Regions, and this will become your eternal weakness!"

When Zeng Yunfeng heard this, his eyes were fixed, and he looked at the old monk with a murderous intent.

The old monk looked at Zeng Yunfeng's expression, but he smiled extraordinarily happily, "Hahaha! Ying Wugou, sometimes you are afraid, and I thought you didn't care about anything, you were a hard-hearted person."

"I didn't expect you to be afraid even when you are cruel." Zeng Yunfeng came to the old monk in a flash, and clasped his left hand into a claw on the old monk's throat.

The old monk let Zeng Yunfeng do what he did without the slightest resistance.

"What do you want to do?" Zeng Yunfeng frowned.

"Poor monk, I don't want to do anything. Just as you are worried about your descendants, I am also worried about my descendants. I have already run out of oil wells, and I want you to let them live."

"You should be able to understand my thoughts now."

The corners of Zeng Yunfeng's mouth curled up, the obliteration intent permeated wantonly, and his left hand clenched tightly.

"You want to kill me? Hahaha, but my messenger is already on his way to the Western Regions. There are countless people who want to kill you Ying Wugou. As long as I say that child is yours , you should understand how many people in Jianghu want to get rid of him or control him!"

Zeng Yunfeng's face was gloomy.

"Ah~hahaha, cough...cough!" The monk laughed, laughing so carefreely, he even coughed while laughing, but the blood from the corner of his mouth flowed wantonly, he finally grabbed Ying Wugou.

Outside the hall, Zhu'er was fighting against a dozen people by herself, and only these dozen people were left when she killed dozens of people within the time of a stick of incense.

Many monks looked at the spider in red clothes, the fear in their hearts could not be restrained, and it spread wantonly. The three faint blue lights have now turned into purple, and they are still circling back and forth around the spider.

Zhu'er walked among the crowd step by step. Although they were holding monk knives and sticks, they subconsciously took a few steps back, as if the person in front of them was not a delicate and cute girl, but a bloody and bloody girl. the devil.

"I said, you are not my opponent, why do you have to come up to die?"

The fat monk chuckled, but his chest swelled.

It seemed as if something was about to spurt out of his mouth, but the fat monk swallowed a breath and swallowed deeply what was in his mouth.

"I have to admit that the leader of the beggar gang has never been a simple figure in the world since Ying Wugou. We underestimated you too much."

Zhu'er raised her brows, "Indeed, I have never seen anyone who uttered such wild words in front of me. If you want to kill me, you are really not qualified."

But the fat monk smiled strangely, "Hahaha, since our group of people came to this Great Buddha Temple, we don't plan to go back." As he said that, the fat monk lowered his head, his eyes were particularly gloomy.

"The collapse of a dynasty always requires someone to sacrifice, and I, Katu, am one of them!" Looking at the fat monk in front of him who persisted even though he was seriously injured, Zhu'er couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Have you ever seen the goose feather snow in July, have you seen the black storm on the Gobi? Have you ever seen a piece of dead cattle and sheep?"

"You will never understand the Mongols, never will!" The fat monk smiled and shook his head with a miserable expression.

Inside the hall.

"Why does Changshengtian treat us Mongolians so poorly? One hundred years, only one hundred years, one hundred years is really too short."

Hearing the old monk's words, Zeng Yunfeng was really surprised, isn't a hundred years too short? If it weren't for the strong foundation of the Mongolian ancestors, how could they be defeated for a hundred years.

It has been a hundred years since the Great Yuan Dynasty levied violently, governed the region with a tax package system, and let local officials beat the bones and suck the marrow like snakes and scorpions.

Even if the Great Yuan court wanted to treat people leniently, it would never be able to do so. The treatment most of the people received speaks for itself. They still think that a hundred years is too short, and the world will be turned into chaos in just a few decades. It will be another hundred years if it becomes a miasma.

Zeng Yunfeng had never seen any orthodox dynasty in the Central Plains become like this. As long as there were no foreign invasions, the Central Plains dynasty would basically maintain its rule for two to three hundred years, and then it would gradually collapse.

Only those emperors who extorted violently, or frequently made stupid moves, would make the country turbulent and perish in a short period of time.

One hundred years should actually be the most glorious period of a dynasty. If a new dynasty was first established as a period of rising sun, then the Yuan Dynasty court at this time should be at its peak, and it should be the most prosperous period of time.

And now?In less than a hundred years, the Great Yuan court has already made the world full of holes.

Zeng Yunfeng really wanted to say that you did it yourself.

It is not uncommon for the Central Plains to be ruled by a foreign race, and it has happened many times. Even many royal families have foreign blood, but there is absolutely no such thing as the Great Yuan Dynasty after it achieved the orthodoxy of the world, and it has just established the country for more than three generations. It's easy to lose the country so quickly.

Looking at the monk in front of him, Zeng Yunfeng sneered, "In my opinion, it's not a shortcoming at all. You are all to blame for everything. The people in the world can't stand you long ago, otherwise what happened today would not have happened."

"The sage holds on to oneness and thinks that the world shepherds. You Han people treat the common people as Mushou, and we do the same. Treating people everywhere is like herding cattle and sheep. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Zeng Yunfeng frowned. Is this the meaning of the so-called shepherding the world? Is it too far away?

After a long time, they actually thought so, and it's no wonder that the world is governed like this.

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