Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

Seeing Fang La was silent.

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "It seems that Lord Fang still has a plan in mind. As long as Lord Fang is not determined to change the dynasty, I have a proper plan that can keep Lord Fang and his family safe, and allow the people in the southeast to live and work in peace. We can also take this opportunity to eliminate a traitor in the court. Lord Fang, do you want to listen to it?"

Yang Zhao's ability of talking nonsense is really powerful, and there is a kind of power in his words that can bewitch people's minds.

Fang La looked directly at Yang Zhao and asked, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Yang Zhao smiled calmly, held Zhao Shirong's hand, and said, "Mr. Fang, I would like to introduce you again. This is my wife, the current Princess of Five Lakes, the ruler of Southeast in the near future, and the future Empress of the Song Dynasty."

"Mr. Fang, are you interested in being the protector of my wife's country?"

Fang La: “…”

Chapter 90 Zhao Shirong's Transformation

Naturally, the more trump cards and killer weapons you have, the better.

Fang La is a ready-made Martial Saint. Although his foundation is weak due to his eagerness to break through, it would be fine for him to be a decoration as long as he doesn't fight with others.

Of course, if Fang La was the kind of person who was extremely ambitious and insisted on becoming emperor.

Then there is nothing to talk about. We can only speak nicely, drink a lot of wine, send him away, and then we can each do what we want in the future.

But it turns out.

Fang La was truly an ordinary, honest missionary who only sought to live a peaceful and stable life.

Born and raised in the Song Dynasty.

If Fang La had not been valued by the previous leader of Manichaeism, perhaps Fang La today would still be the Fang Shisan who honestly farmed in Qingxi County, Muzhou.

Simple and honest.

Even if he had been the leader of Manichaeism for decades, he just wanted to live a stable life.

A night of conversation.

It was not until dawn that Fang La stepped on the water with great excitement.

Before leaving, Fang La patted Yang Zhao's shoulder affectionately and said, "Zhao, in theory, your master Yang Dingtian is also my nephew. Your uncle came here in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts."

"This Ming Shen Wu Dian is the secret weapon of our Ming Cult. You are the 34th generation leader. The future of our entire Ming Cult and the people of Southeast China will be handed over to you."

"As for the things you have arranged, I promise that my uncle will do them for you properly. I will do whatever you ask me to do without any hesitation. Later, we two, the grandparents and grandchildren, will get closer and closer."

After saying some heartfelt words.

Fang La left in a hurry, but did not return to the Muzhou base camp in the southeast direction, but went towards Yanziwu again.

As for Yang Zhao, he returned with the dizzy Zhao Shirong, Yuan Shisanxian and Wei Yixiao.

The ancient garden of Western Chu, bamboo forest in sunny and rainy days.

Zhao Shirong held Yang Zhao's arm, not paying any attention to the beautiful scenery around her. She walked in a daze and asked like a madman, "Husband, how credible do you think Fang La's words are?"

Yang Zhao patted Zhao Shirong's hand and said, "Mr. Fang is a trustworthy person, so you can put your heart at ease."

Zhao Shirong was stunned for a moment, expressionless, and said, "Is that a powerful martial saint?"

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "A person's character actually has nothing to do with the level of their cultivation. You have also heard what Mr. Fang said. His nickname is Fang Shisan. His father is a woodcutter and his family owns less than one acre of land."

"Even after Master Fang achieved success in cultivation, he would still return home every year to farm with his father for three months."

"In fact, Lord Fang embodies the most simple and honest image of tens of millions of lower-class people in the southeast of the entire Song Dynasty."

"Rebellion is not what Lord Fang wants, and high office and generous salary are not what Lord Fang wants."

"For someone like Mr. Fang, unless he really cannot survive, his greatest desire is to live in peace and stability."

Yang Zhao's words were not nonsense.

Rather, it was based on intelligence speculation that the Six Bat Hall had already collected when Yang Zhao was still on the Bright Summit.

Even before meeting Fang La, Yang Zhao had discussed Fang La's character with Gao Zuo, Wu Jianzhang and He Ruobi on Guangmingding through the communication jade talisman.

People like Fang La are just like Yu Juluo, one of the Nine Elders who founded the Sui Dynasty.

Yu Juluo was also born in a farming family. He was valued by Yang Jian because of his great strength and double pupils. After joining the imperial guards at the age of 20, he was always the most honest one, no matter whether he was rewarded in victory or punished in defeat.

The same is true for Fang La. His personality was determined when he was young, and he actually doesn't have much wisdom.

For such people, whether they become kings or emperors, or die, it is actually driven by the times rather than their own ideas.

After hearing Yang Zhao's words, Zhao Shirong was silent for a moment and stammered.

After a long while, Zhao Shirong said with a guilty look on her face: "My husband, do you think that the emperor of the Zhao family has done a bad job? If the Song Dynasty was overthrown, would the people be better off?"

It can be seen that what happened to Fang La really shocked Zhao Shirong.

In the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, a top-level martial saint-level warrior would actually have such a difficult life.

The only reason why life is so difficult is that this powerful martial saint only wants his fellow villagers to live a little easier, to be able to cultivate a few acres of land in peace and stability, and to have enough food to eat.

But even with such a tiny wish, the government and court officials of the Song Dynasty were unwilling to fulfill it.

Looking at Zhao Shirong's confused expression.

Yang Zhao was also at a loss for a moment as to how to comfort her.

All I can say is that there are so many things to complain about the current Emperor of Song and the Song Dynasty court, it's really hard to find even a single bright spot.

After a pause, Yang Zhao said, "Shi Rong, this is why your husband wants to push you to become the empress."

Zhao Shirong's slightly confused eyes focused a little and she stared at Yang Zhao infatuatedly.

Yang Zhao felt annoyed, but he could only say softly: "Shi Rong, the current Song Dynasty is just a little sick, but the master of the Song Dynasty is only concerned with eating, drinking and having fun, and can't see his own illness."

"As for those scholars and officials in the court, they are quack doctors and evil slaves who hide their master's illness."

"Only by changing the master of the Song family, a wise and intelligent master who is not afraid of suffering, and then killing those mediocre doctors and evil slaves, can we prescribe the right medicine and cure the disease."

"When the time comes, Shi Rong will be the wise and brave mistress of our family, and I, your husband, will be a miraculous doctor..."

To be a sea king, one must know how to speak sweet words, but one must also have knowledge and experience.

Zhao Shirong's current confusion is actually the ugly face of the real world, which has shattered his worldview of living in a honeypot since childhood, so he feels that everything is wrong.

Yang Zhao used a bowl of excellent chicken soup for the soul to set a new small goal for Zhao Shirong.

But Yang Zhao didn't expect it.

Maybe it’s because there has never been any chicken soup for the soul in the Kyushu martial arts world.

Zhao Shirong tasted Yang Zhao's chicken soup for the soul, and the effect was even stronger than taking a shot of chicken blood.

After she made up her mind to change the entire Song Dynasty and let its people live a good life, Zhao Shirong no longer cared about her honeymoon with Yang Zhao. Just like a modern strong woman, she threw herself into the extremely busy work and struggle.

Learn the mindset of emperors and political games from Xiao Qinyan.

He learned strategy and governance from Mr. Jiaxuan.

He established relationships with many clansmen of Taizu's lineage, recruited talents, and exerted his influence in the court.

In short, after setting a small goal, Zhao Shirong has begun to transform from a prince's daughter who is obsessed with love affairs to an empress.

If it weren’t for Zhao Shirong coming back to play cards and collect semen from Yang Zhao every one or two days.

Yang Zhao even suspected that he was going to have grass growing on his head.

Chapter 91 Tong Guan: Cai Jing and Zhu Zhen Tried Me

After hearing the inspirational words from Zhao Shirong and Yang Zhao, I turned into a workaholic, but it was not without rewards.

In mid-June, Fang La finally launched a rebellion.

However, to the surprise of the world, Fang La did not rise up in his old nest in Muzhou, but brought his eight heavenly kings and sword-wielding golden guards to join forces with Murong clan and gathered in Yanziwu.

Even the emperor and Cai Jing in the court couldn't believe it.

A big boss who is at the level of a martial arts saint actually abandoned his old nest and went to work as a lackey for others.

Moreover, Murong Fu, the younger generation of the Murong family, was enthroned as the current King of Yan.

Just outrageous.

Originally, the imperial court had deployed heavy troops in the southeastern areas of Xuanzhou, Jingzhou, and Jinhua, lying in ambush.

Among the Murong clan, the contemporary King of Yan, Murong Fu, personally led his troops eastward from Suzhou and directly attacked Suzhou City where Zhao Shirong, Yang Zhao and others were located, in order to establish the capital of Yan.

Murong Bo led his troops northward, along Wuxi, Changzhou and Zhenjiang, cutting off the imperial army's eastern route heading south.

Fang La even divided his troops into Huzhou, Yichang, Guangde, Xuanzhou, Wuhu, Jiangning and other places, and while sweeping away a large area of ​​cities in the southwest of Taihu Lake, he also cut off the southern route of the imperial army's western route.

As a result, Tong Guan, who was in the southeast and led an army of 200,000 to ambush Fang La, was in a very bad situation.

The two largest ferry crossings in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

Jiangning Prefecture fell into the hands of Fang La. His eight heavenly kings and twenty thousand golden guards armed with swords were like a solid wall of steel.

Zhenjiang Prefecture fell into the hands of Murong Bo, with Murong Longcheng in charge. The entire Murong family's strength was out in full force, making it even more difficult to deal with than Fang La's side.

The court's two east and west routes across the river to the south were both blocked.

Tong Guan and his 200,000 troops were like dumpling fillings that were delivered to the doorstep while they were alone in the enemy's territory.

There's nowhere to run.

Muzhou, Shezhou and other places where Tong Guan and his 200,000 troops were located were relatively good, with dense populations and many cities.

But to the west is the mountainous area of ​​Jiangxi, which was seriously underdeveloped during the Song Dynasty. There are many small paths for three or five people to walk on, but it would be very difficult for a large army to pass through.

The southeastern region is a boundless sea area. The rebels would be very happy if 200,000 landlubbers wanted to go back by sea. They didn't even need to do it themselves. They could just spend some money to find a few groups of pirates and make Tong Guan and others pay for it.

As for the imperial navy in the southeastern region of the Song Dynasty.

It's already this time, and you're just kidding me. Once the military rations run out, it's easy for something big to happen.

Zhao Ji, Cai Jing, and Zhu Zhen spent nearly twenty years to force Fang La and Manichaeism in the southeast to rebel, and only then did they achieve the current results.

But at this moment, Tong Guan was standing on the top of Muzhou City, feeling very dejected.

He thought that with the preparation and intelligence of the past twenty years, he could ambush in advance with his 200,000 elite troops.

Once the war breaks out, he can just fight two battles and return to the court with the credit of suppressing the rebellion.

By then, he would be the most handsome eunuch in the entire Bian Jing circle.

Who could have thought... woooo...

How the hell did the situation become like this?

It’s too difficult, this battle is too difficult.

Bastards, who provided the information? Zhu Zhen and Cai Jing. It must be these two bastards who saw that I was too successful and deliberately brought me to this southeast area.

This is going to kill yourself.

"My Lord, it's already noon. No matter what, we have finally pacified the southeast. My Lord, please have your meal first!"

"Eat, eat, eat! Eat Niama! The east and west roads are blocked. Soon, the 200,000-man army will be left to gnaw on tree bark and eat grass roots. And you've pacified the southeast. Are you blind..."

On the north city wall of Muzhou City, Tong Guan, who was full of anger, scolded his men.

At this time, Tong Guan didn't even care about his former dignity, and didn't even call himself a jack of all trades. All he spoke about was full of slander, the kind that could make the world look bad.

Wait until Tong Guan got tired of scolding and his anger subsided.

Liu Fa, who was waiting nearby, just said, "Please rest assured, sir, it's just a matter of military rations. Once our men have had enough, we can go to the countryside and cut some crops, and we will be able to meet the military needs."

Snapped!

Hear Liu Fa's words.

Tong Guan, who was drinking barley porridge, suddenly raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

He finished the corn porridge in the bowl in just a few mouthfuls.

Tong Guan threw the bowl aside and roared, "Liu Fa, are you still a human being? The people in the southeast are so simple and honest. The bowl of corn porridge in my hand is the leftover food from the mouths of farm children."

"Cut it off, huh? I'm going to cut off your head today to see what the hell is inside."

"I am a member of the Privy Council and the military supervisor of the imperial court. How dare you ask me to steal the people's food?"

"Liu Fa, you are really good."