Mystery Makes Me Strong

"The Tartars are back!"

"Return!"

"Really retreat!"

Above the city of Tonghui, there was cheering.

Guards, young and strong, rich, beggars... no one is unhappy.

Everyone knows that the Tartars are ferocious, and once the city is broken, everything will be destroyed.

Even if the city cannot be broken, many people will starve to death without work if the city is besieged for a long time.

"Thank you heroes!"

"Those masters saved us!"

Everyone in the city saw the battle scene from the Internet, and they yearned for the demeanor of that middle-aged master.

Soldier Tonghui was going to send someone to thank him. He had collected 7,000 taels of thank you silver from the big family, and he didn't get any taels this time.

It's just the master's words that made the chief soldier lose his mind.

"My lord, those people, if you read correctly, they should be members of the Devil's Cult, that is, the rebellious Heavenly Sacred Army." The master dissuaded.

"A group of rebels, why did they come to save us?" the chief soldier asked in surprise.

"Maybe it's to save the common people. The banner they played is to save all the people in the world." The master guessed.

"The purpose of saving the people is to make a name for yourself." The chief soldier is not a fledgling, and he saw through Wen Rensheng's purpose at a glance, "However, they want to be famous, so that's fine, you send someone to help them privately in restaurants, Goulan, and on the streets. Fame."

"My lord's opinion." The master understood the purpose of the general soldier as soon as he heard it, and he hoped that the next time there were tartars, he would come to rescue them again.

After all, Tonghui is one of the fortresses leading to the Central Plains and the capital in the northwest, and the Tartars have gone here for several attacks.

He made a name for himself in private and became a good man again, but the court couldn't hold the ground, and no one could impeach him.

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This moment.

Outside the city, a campsite.

Wenren Shengzheng, Quan Jiaozhu, and several hall masters rested, ate and drank.

"Those bird people, you beat back the Tartars, and you didn't even bring me hot wine!" The Seventh Palace Master cursed at the city while drinking some fishy-smelling water from the sheepskin bag.

Wen Rensheng glanced at him and thought, this memory erasure doesn't seem very reliable.

That's right, for a congenital master, when it comes to cultivation in the spiritual field, there will always be memory residues. These days have passed, and they should have recovered a lot.

He could see exactly what the people in the city thought.

In his state of mind, of course he wouldn't care.

In fact, those people still know good and bad, at least they didn't play a trick of throwing cups to trap and kill them.

Keeping an attitude of keeping a respectful distance now is actually a kind of acknowledgment, an acknowledgment of their strength.

"Okay, old seven, what did you say to those ordinary people? Besides, you didn't make a move." The fourth palace master said.

He is the only one who has not betrayed the leader of the whole sect.

The reason is very simple, he is too old and his hair is very white. The leader Quan said "it looks white at first glance", so there is no conflict with the leader.

Others also want to dye white, but how can they hide from the vision of the leader?

"Holy Master, do we want to kill them all while they are retreating?" The Seventh Palace Master was eager to try.

"No need." Wen Rensheng shook his head and said.

"Why? Shouldn't these Tartars be killed?" The head of the Seventh Palace was a little confused.

"Old Seven, you are so stupid. We are rebels. We have killed all the Tartars. Can't the court concentrate its troops to deal with us? We only need to kill the Tartars so that they will not dare to invade and harm the people. It's good to keep the pressure." The fourth palace master explained.

"Fourth Martial Uncle, you are really cunning..." The Seventh Palace Master admired him sincerely.

The fourth palace master twitched his mouth, resisting the urge to slap the idiot, and then looked at Wen Rensheng with some complacency: "Holy Master, I wonder if what I said is right?"

"The solidity of mountains and rivers lies in virtue and not in danger. The virtue of parents lies in teaching and not in drowning." Wen Rensheng looked compassionate.

The several hall masters were stupefied. It is said that this holy master, who is said to have been granted by heaven, spoke in such a way that people could not understand.

"I understand, the teacher is indeed a man of great virtue. You are telling us that it is okay to help those people for a while, but if everything is solved for them, they will grow into useless wood like spoiled children." The leader suddenly said.

Although he is blind now, his mind is sharper.

"Not bad, not bad, it's still Xiaoquan's understanding." Wen Rensheng said happily.

Sure enough, a person who can cultivate to the highest level in martial arts must have extremely high IQ.

The fourth hall master felt resentful.

He didn't think that Wen Rensheng thought in this way, the reason was outrageous at first glance.

The other party should think like this:

Without the evil of the Tartars, how to highlight the holiness of heaven?

Without the ruthlessness of the Tartars, how to highlight the benevolence of the heavenly saint?

This is the real idea of ​​the cunning master in front of him. He can easily manipulate people's hearts in the palm of his hand, so he can control the leader in a few words.

"By the way, I just fell into a dream and watched the military discussions of the Tartars. They seem to be practicing a kind of magic to deal with us natural masters." The Fourth Palace Master changed the subject.

"I'm already prepared." Wen Rensheng naturally saw Tuolu Tuohan's preparations.

Use the method he spread to deal with him?

Unfortunately, this is not the field of technology, but the field of mystery.

Time flies.

March passed.

The reputation of the Heavenly Sacred Army, along with repelling the Tartars, spread widely on Xiawang.com.

"It seems that the holy army today is not a simple bandit, but also knows the difference between Huayi and Yi."

"Yeah, unlike those thieves, their two counties are very prosperous."

"Would you like to take a look?"

"Go together, go together."

Many scholars and scholars who studied abroad secretly changed their names, put on masks, and came to visit the two counties in their dreams.

Not only that, but there are also people who really defected.

Although it was because of the disaster in their hometown, some scholars who came out to escape the disaster...

I know from the Internet that Tianshengjun is looking for a teacher, the salary is good, the full silver is paid, and he never defaults.

The sign of the beginning of the peasant uprising army is the support of the landlord class and intellectuals. If they cannot become dragons in time, they will become stepping stones for others.

Some scholars are very ambitious, and when they come here, they write thousands of words, pointing out the sky and the earth, hoping to find an official position, and they are not even afraid of rebellion.

There are people who vote for the Tartars, let alone someone who can defeat the Tartars.

What's more, the Heavenly Sacred Army is from Dayan after all.

Wen Rensheng naturally doesn't need these overskilled talents, but they can be used to eliminate illiteracy.

It is very difficult to read and write these days, and it will be better with Xiawang.

Just arranged some chores, Zhao Han came to him.

"When are you going to fight? Don't tell me you're holding back until you reach maturity?" it said impatiently.

"Why are you anxious? Conquering the world is easy, but ruling the world is difficult."

"Wouldn't it be easier to deal with it if it is defeated? It will also save the common people from suffering." Zhao Han said eloquently.

That sounds right.

However, Wen Rensheng's real purpose is to find and deal with the snake girl, not to simply rule the world.

And to defeat the opponent, in this restricted low-magic script, it is necessary to rely on the unity of all.

How can we be of one mind?

Conquer the world in a hurry, and all contradictions will become internal contradictions. How difficult is it to unite as one?

So he shook his head and didn't explain anything.

"Hmph, you always don't tell me the truth, but I know everything." Zhao Han left resentfully.