I blame the system for licking dogs

Liu Zhengjing looked around and saw an old man striding into the room.

The old man glanced at Liu Zhengjing and looked condescendingly at Zheng Da, "The son of a traitor can also join the alliance. What are the rules? What is the belief of Hongmeng?"

Liu Zhengzheng looked at the chirping old man and said nothing.

Zheng Da pondered for a moment, "Elder Zhu, Hongmeng has never had any rules limiting this situation, right?"

"Even if not, then we still have to take care of the feelings of our Hongmeng children. Do you really think that the Hongmeng is a place where you can come and leave as soon as you say?"

Liu Zhengzheng was silent and smiling, as if watching the fun.

He knew that his status was special and that he might encounter various situations, but he didn't really take it to heart. For no other reason than that his father was Liu Sangen, his master was Zong Yong, and Zheng Daye

Hope he joins the alliance.

Then, there is no need to pay attention to other people's opinions.

Zheng Da frowned. For Zheng Da, his own opinions were one-sided, but the fact that Liu Zhengjing was his nephew could not be changed.

Liu Sangen was his third brother, and he could even be regarded as someone he had grown up with. Even though Liu Sangen and he later disagreed, it did not affect his personal relationship with Liu Sangen.

That is a brother who is closer than many real brothers.

Therefore, it is only natural and reasonable for Liu Zhengjing, the nephew, to "recognize his ancestors and return to the clan".

"Elder Zhu, the auditorium... acts according to etiquette. Since etiquette has no prohibitions, there is no reason to stop it unless the auditorium sets new rules."

Zheng Daping said calmly.

Elder Zhu looked at Zheng Da, his eyes seemed to have countless things to say, but Zheng Da seemed not to see the look in his eyes.

"Okay, just wait a moment. This rule should have been established a long time ago. Just a moment, I will come soon."

After speaking, Elder Zhu left the room in a hurry.

Liu Zhengjing thought to himself that it was no wonder that Lou Qian hated Hall Master Zhu so much. He was just conservative and too rigid. Liu Zhengjing didn't like the auditorium anymore.

The auditorium is indeed the most useless and troublesome place.

When Hall Master Zhu left, Zheng Da had a friendly expression on his face again, "Let's go, uncle will take you to join the alliance."

He said uncle, which means that in Zheng Da's eyes at this moment, Liu Zhengjing is just a junior. No matter what happens next, Liu Zhengjing should join the alliance at this moment.

Liu Zhengjing followed Zheng Da to the courtyard between the front hall and the back hall, and looked at the huge stone tablet. Liu Zhengjing had noticed the stone tablet when he first came here, but he didn't see the words behind the stone tablet.

"The Hongmeng membership ceremony is actually not complicated. For most children who have been raised since childhood, joining the League is just a formality. Someone can lead them and they can join the League."

"With uncle here, no one will be able to raise any objection if you join the alliance."

Liu Zhengjing looked at this kind and kind elder with complicated emotions for a moment.

When he met Zheng Da for the first time, Zheng Da told him about Xiao Qiao's marriage and his relationship with Liu Sangeng. Later, when they parted, he told him not to have too many interactions with the Killer Alliance.

Now it seems that Zheng Da is afraid that he will have too many interactions with Xue Er and will stand on the opposite side of him.

But at this moment, Zheng Da must know what Liu Zhengjing's return to Pingyang Town means, but he still insists on letting Liu Zhengjing join the alliance.

It proves that there is not much error in the judgment between this person and Liu Zhengjing. He is too rule-based and too reasonable.

"I'll say something, and you'll recite something to me," Zheng Da said.

Liu Zhengjing looked at the ancient seal script on the stone tablet and nodded. "The way of heaven is clear and the flood is surging.

It is vast and boundless, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

The four seas unite, and the nine rivers have their own borders.

With the same voice and corresponding response, hundreds of people have learned from each other.

If the rulers are unkind, the whole people will rebel.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.

To be a human being, one must fight.

Nirvana in blood, rebirth in fire.

Do good and eliminate evil, and do not fall into darkness.

Joy and sorrow, the stars are shining brightly.

Have pity on our world, for we have so many sorrows,

Have pity on our world, we are full of sorrows.

How joyful is life, and how painful is death.

If he were a sentient being, his name would last forever."

Liu Zhengjing recited sentence after sentence after Zheng Da, and was gradually infected by Zheng Da. The various sufferings of the people came to his mind, and the sacrifices made by the ancestors of the Hongmeng for their faith. It was not until this moment that he truly understood the meaning of the Hongmeng.

Why has Hongmeng never succeeded after so many years?

Maybe it's not because they don't have experts, nor is it because they are any different.

The real reason is that they have never had any ambitions. To put it bluntly, they are just a group of people who resist for their ideals. This group of people only thinks about overthrowing, but not how to rebuild.

There are many examples in previous lives, the simplest being the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

They are also a group of people who dare to resist. They know that the world is not good, and they long for the arrival of a new world. However, they still end up failing in the end. The real reason is that they have no real program.

There is only overthrow and resistance, but no goal. Throughout the ages, how many peasant uprisings have just pushed an emperor off the dragon throne, and then sat on it himself, and then waited until his descendants appeared as emperors, and were pushed down again... the cycle repeats.

The oath on this stone tablet has become the belief of the Hong Meng for thousands of years. Unfortunately, it only records why the Hong Meng came to be, but does not tell them where they are going.

Therefore, the Hongmeng for thousands of years have never really overthrown the Nine Gates. They are a group of idealists who have not found the real goal.

By the time Liu Zhengjing finished reciting word for word after Zheng Da, Elder Zhu had already rushed to the ancestral hall with a group of old men.

Zheng laughed, "Liu Zhengjing is already a descendant of Hongmeng."

Elder Zhu's expression was extremely ugly, and he pointed at Zheng Da, "Do you know that this move of yours may plunge Hongmeng into a place of eternal disaster?"

Zheng Da's face also became serious, "He is just a child. He is a member of the Hongmeng. If we exclude him because of our stance, then our so-called stance for the common people of the world may not be tenable."

"Sometimes procedural justice is more important than result justice."

Elder Zhu pointed at Zheng Da, his fingers trembling. After a moment, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave. The old people following him didn't know what was going on. They just glanced at Liu Zhengjing and then turned and left.

Liu Zhengjing bowed deeply to Zheng Da, "Uncle, in fact, there are many times when there is no absolute right or wrong in this world. Sometimes if you try to jump out, you may have different opinions.

After Liu Zhengjing finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving a thoughtful Zheng Da behind.

The next day, when the genius dawned, the open space in front of the ancestral hall was already full of people.

There was a small bell on the high platform in front of the ancestral hall. Zheng Dalian rang it eighty-one times. The melodious bell echoed endlessly in the town. By the time the last sound dissipated among the distant mountains, it was already bright.

Under the high platform, people were already standing densely packed.

There was no one on the high platform.

Zheng Dalang said loudly: "The children of the Hong League are spread all over the Qin Dynasty. Thousands of brothers have only one heart. Brothers support each other and will never rebel against each other. The Hong League Conference in New Era 10017 has officially begun."

Then some of the disciples from the auditorium shouted loudly: "To plan the strategy and take charge of the world, please ask the main hall——"

There were only two chairs in the middle of the high hall, one to one side, and the rest of the chairs were arranged on both sides. Zheng Da sat on the auxiliary chair. This seat was also arranged according to the status of Hong Meng under the person sitting in the hall.

"Two sticks, black and white, protect my orthodoxy, please protect me on both sides~"

Old farmer Zongfan stood behind the main chair in a flash, his eyes empty, as if he was extremely impatient for such an occasion.

"Master of justice, show off my heavenly power and invite the soldiers to the hall~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Qian pushed a wheelchair to the first seat from the left on the high platform.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair looked haggard, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his face was expressionless throughout. He looked unfathomable. Lou Qian stood behind the master of the military hall.

"The wealth is rolling in, benefiting all living beings, please come to the financial hall~"

A slightly fat man with a Mediterranean hairstyle stepped onto the high platform from the side step by step, followed by a middle-aged man wearing glasses who worked as a cashier for the financial hall. The two of them held hands and sat opposite the master of the military hall with smiles on their faces. This

The fat man looks very ordinary, a typical philistine businessman, but no one dares to underestimate this fat man.

The Hongmeng Financial Hall is in charge of the Hongmeng's largest wealth. Over the past thousands of years, this huge organization has developed an unknown business empire. Hidden in the Great Qin, there are countless money laundering channels to continuously provide funds to

Hongmeng.

Except for a few Tangtang, most of the Tangtangs rely on financial support. It is not that Caitang controls the economic lifeline of Hongmeng. After all, there are spy groups, main halls, and military halls watching. To some extent,

To put it bluntly, Caitang is just the financial department.

With the hundreds of years of peace in Hongmeng, the main hall's control over each sect has weakened, and the actual power of each sect has increased a lot. No one knows how much money the current financial hall has except this hall leader.

"The punishment stick is hung high, the dirt is wiped clean, and the punishment hall is invited~"

The scene fell silent, and many people turned their attention to the old farmer Zongfan. According to past rules, Zhang Dahai should appear on the scene at this moment and take his seat on behalf of the execution hall. But everyone knows that this year's Hongmeng is likely to make an exception.

The crowd dispersed to both sides, and hundreds of pairs of eyes turned to the young man who was slowly walking towards the high platform.

Liu Zhengjing didn't look sideways, holding a black stick in his hand, and walked slowly towards the high platform. After he climbed onto the high platform, he cupped his hands in all directions, and then sat down and sat down as the leader of the military hall.

The old man in a wheelchair showed a warm expression on his face and nodded solemnly with Liu.

Suddenly, there were a lot of noises. Liu Zhengjing heard a lot of noises. Some people didn't know the situation and asked who it was. Some people knew the situation and asked what qualifications he had to represent Xingtang?

Liu Zhengzheng had no expression on his face. He took out an "Inspector" badge from his body and hung it on the black stick. He closed his eyes and rested.

The audience was silent.

"The French stick is hanging high, the original source is clear, please call the court~" As soon as these words came out, the audience was instantly shocked. The leader of the financial hall on the stage had no expression on his face, and the leader of the military hall opened his eyes slightly, as if he had an accident.

Liu Zhengjing was unaware of the situation and raised his ears to listen to the noise in the audience.

"What's the situation? Why is there anyone in the Dharma Hall?"

"Has the Dharma Hall been rebuilt?"

"This Hongmeng conference is not simple."

…

At this time, a figure floated from the sky and walked straight to the seat where the leader of the financial hall was sitting.

Liu Zhengzheng's pupils shrank when he saw the person coming. He knew this person. To be precise, he had a big hatred. His family almost died at his hands.

The great spiritual magician, the abandoned disciple of the holy magician Hua Baiman, Wu Shu!