The Era of Immortal Cultivation

The first day of April, noon.

Outside Jinling City, dozens of warships slowly sailed out of the water village on the edge of the Yangtze River, sailing against the current.

On the first day of April, at the beginning of the month, the school would normally go out to the water village to inspect the ships at that time.

However, Jianning's military preparations have been lax for a long time, and it is rare to see a "good soldier" and "loyal to his duty" who can go out to deal with the situation.

This is not a mockery. After going through Jiangnan East Road and dozens of states on the West Road, the Jinling navy is already a first-class elite:

The establishment of 15,000 people was actually able to make up 6,000 people. There are not many old, weak, sick and disabled, and the vacancy rate is as low as 60%, which is lower than the vacancy rate of the Imperial Army in Bianjing!

It is also said that Liu Menglong, the commander of the navy, was born after his mother dreamed of a black dragon entering her belly. He was good at understanding the nature of water. He once fought against thieves in Xichuan Xiajiang River and was famous for his achievements.

"I was late for a while today! It's all because the girl on the Qinhuai River was so charming."

Liu Menglong was half-dressed in military uniform, with eyes hazy from drunkenness, standing staggeringly on the bow of the flagship ship. Although he was drunk, he still had some clarity in his heart.

He took out his hand and greeted a few boats that were deviating from the formation, and asked them to adjust according to the formation diagram. Then he sat down on the bow of the boat and asked others to cook some sobering soup, while he stared blankly at the beautiful scenery of the Yangtze River.

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The Yangtze River has fast currents, sparkling waves, and green water; both sides of the river are full of spring, with birds chirping and frogs singing, green willows and new grass everywhere, making it a vibrant scene.

Great! So beautiful!

Liu Menglong looked at the rolling Yangtze River that he would never tire of, and he felt infinite emotion in his heart. However, he was a rough man and had no knowledge of poetry, lyrics, and music, and he could only think of "good" in his endless emotions.

Huh? Liu Menglong looked far into the distance and saw a small boat like a leaf floating down the rapids, like a rolling silver pen scratching the beautiful painting of the Yangtze River.

The boat went down the river, like an arrow, and soon approached the fleet.

This boatman is so ignorant that when he saw our big ship coming, he didn’t know how to pull over to the shore to avoid it?

Liu Menglong felt a little annoyed. He looked at the boat again and saw a monk walking out of the canopy.

This monk has a very strange life. He is so ugly and has no eyes?

Liu Menglong lost most of his anger in one breath, and just when he thought that he would be spared the sin of ramming the warship, he saw the monk on the bow of the boat suddenly started to 'transform', and in an instant, a large living person turned into a two-foot-long man.

The above cannon.

This is the true form?

Liu Menglong woke up in an instant and saw that the barrel of the giant cannon was flashing with arcs. He could not care about the thousands of sailors. He immediately took off his clothes and plunged into the rushing water of the Yangtze River.

The disguised Lilong carefully lay at the bottom of the river. Only then did Liu Menglong raise his head and look across the river at the scene on the river.

The shining white meteors soar into the sky from the river, turning the Yangtze River into two sides like a sharp sword.

Then countless meteors streaked across the sky, competing with the sun, and accurately covering dozens or hundreds of ships.

This short-lived meteor ignited the endless fireworks on the Yangtze River.

The Jinling navy is finished!

"It is said that Liu Menglong is very strict in running the army. He rarely misses the time for reviewing, but that is not always the case. He can delay leaving the stronghold until noon at noon, and he almost misses the time."

Li Hao, who had returned to Xu Zhu's appearance on the boat, had no intention of chasing down the few defeated soldiers who escaped with their lives one by one. He used his magic foot power to transform into a science fiction plane and headed towards Muzhou.

From Jinling to Muzhou, the power of the divine foot power can only take half a stick of incense.

"Fortunately, I caught up!"

Li Hao and Fang La apologized, and after some teasing with Murong Fu and several of Fang La's Dharma kings and guardians, they stood on the side of the newly built high platform.

There are dark clouds covering the sky today, and even though it is noon and there is no rain, the spring east wind is still chilling people to the bone.

At noon, Fang La took the stage. Li Hao used the management authority of Chicken No. 7 to force tens of millions of people on Jiangnan East-West 2nd Road, Liangzhe Road and 8th Road south of the Yangtze River to listen to Fang La's speech at the same time.

Under the high platform, the elites of the Ming Cult gathered together. All the troops were silent, and they all looked at Fang La on the high platform.

The field was quiet and solemn, with only the sound of the flags blown by the wind, set against the dark clouds.

Fang La wears a bright gold hat with a soaring corner on his head, a nine-dragon robe with sun, moon and cloud shoulders, and a red cloth on his head, giving him a domineering appearance.

He stood on the high platform, first confirmed with Li Hao that the live broadcast was on, then looked around at the countless faces under the high platform, then took a deep breath, circulated the source energy to amplify the sound, and said loudly:

Nowadays, the taxes and servitude are heavy, the officials invade the fishing industry, and there is insufficient supply of mulberry trees. The people I rely on for my life are lacquered bamboo and fungus.

Moreover, the Son of Heaven, the sounds of the ministers, the dogs and horses, the buildings, the prayer temples, the armored soldiers, the flowers and stones, and the millions of silver and silk that I bribed the two captives in the west and north every year are all the blood of my innocent sons from the southeast!"

He made his opening remarks and paused. Seeing that some of the soldiers below looked angry and some didn't seem to understand, he spoke more straightforwardly:

"This group of powerful and treacherous ministers and tyrannical gentry are like blood-sucking insects, lying on the great rivers and mountains, sucking the blood of all our people, eating their marrow, seizing power and fleshing out the common people!"

We are the only ones who work hard all year round, but our income is meager. Our wives are cold and exhausted, and we cannot get enough food for a day. If there is a disaster, the whole family will be destroyed. What do you think?"

Most of the tens of thousands of soldiers present came from poor backgrounds. Thinking of their families eating chaffy vegetables and lying low, most of them had their chests heaving and were filled with anger.

Fang La was very satisfied with the reaction of the soldiers, and he immediately came up with the desire to perform. He raised his hand high and shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder:

"At the time of our ancestors, a load of grain was only 400 Wen. Before the disaster last year, a load of grain cost 1,200 Wen. This year, a load of grain cost 3,000 Wen!

Three thousand coins!

How many people can afford three thousand coins per load of grain?"

The crowd was furious, everyone was furious, their faces were red, and they wished they could eat those powerful and treacherous ministers raw.

As Fang La talked, he also got into the drama, burst into tears, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"This world doesn't allow anyone to live! But those powerful people only have one head. If you chop it off, won't they die?

If they don’t let us live, we won’t let them live either! That would be contrary to the motherfuckers!”

In the dark clouds, a flash of lightning flashed, and the rumble of thunder sent a trickle of water.

Fang La took off his hat, threw it on the ground, and shouted:

"Then kill and destroy all the mountains and rivers, turn everything into ashes, kill and trample all the bones of the minister! Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The roar of all the armies resounded through the sky.

Fang La, who looked like a madman, tore off his clothes and waved them in the wind like a flag. The sound was louder than the thunder, and he shouted:

"Kill the powerful people and destroy the Song Dynasty. The land is equal to each person, and the people have food!"

This was repeated three times, and countless soldiers shouted in unison, raising their weapons in unison.

"Trouble!"

At this time, the dark clouds seemed to be frightened by the shocking roar, and a hole opened in it, and the warm sunshine shone on Fang La's burly body.

The sky and the earth were dim and dim, and the rain was heavy. Only the high platform where Fang La stood was undisturbed by the wind and rain, just like a miracle.

Li Hao quietly raised an eyebrow at Murong Fu, indicating that he should learn this method, and then looked wordlessly at Fang La, who seemed to be shining with light, and the soldiers below who were emotionally aroused to the extreme.

Although the emperor's hegemony is unpredictable, this scene is enough to leave a page in history.

? ?The low-grade fever doesn’t stop. There’s another update, I’m coding, and I’ll send it out after coding