To the west, head to Qishan Zhouyuan Motorcade.

The old man looked at the suffering tribesmen and shed two lines of blood and tears.

"Jian Shang, Jian Shang..."

It sounds simple, but easier said than done.

The earth has nine states and eight pillars. The emperor of the earth is passed down to the emperor of the people, and the descendants of the emperor of the people are passed down for 45,600 years.

As a descendant of the human empress, Dayi merchants have been passed down for more than ten thousand years. The blood of the emperor has been passed down from generation to generation. The fierce flames are overwhelming. Dayi merchants have been in the middle of the earth for many years, and the dynasty has been run like an iron barrel.

If you want to conquer Jian Shang, you need to defeat the six hundred vassal states surrounding the royal family.

This move is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Everything is done in advance, but failure to do so will result in failure.

The old man secretly swore that no matter how many generations he takes, those who destroy the merchants will be my descendants!

The words are divided at the other end.

After the little frog got used to it, he carefully opened his eyes.

"Let's go over there."

Tang Ping pointed to the small village not far away.

This direction is also the direction that Black Wood Ghost and his party are going.

The annual opening of the gates of hell is not just about eating tributes.

We also need to collect resources from the underworld, burn, kill, plunder, and fight other forces.

He doesn't know how to eat blood. If someone in the village places tribute, it would be best to burn mugwort.

Although it is not as good as the official sacrifice, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.

Although this world is a feudal system, perhaps because of extraordinary power, productivity is not low at all.

Soon, Tang Ping arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain.

……

The cold wind is blowing.

A little boy with disheveled hair and bare feet was hiding under the eaves, shivering and chewing on dry and hard bran cakes.

The child's name is Zhang Qi, a horse-breeding boy from a noble family named Zhang.

In terms of blood relationship, he is still a direct descendant of the Zhang family. After his father's death, his second cousin's uncle inherited the position of head of the family.

Then the hard times for him and his sister came.

In order not to let his sister suffer, he could only work hard.

At this time, bursts of noise came from outside the stable.

After listening carefully, it turned out to be the voices of the family head and several clan elders.

"This year Zuo Qing ordered that boys and girls should be replaced by nobles. This year it is our family's turn. Has the little girl been sent away?"

"The sacrifice has been enjoyed by the Tang God, and Zuo Qing is very satisfied."

There are three cities in the Sanjing area, Fengyuan, Longpo and Zuoyi, all of which are the fiefdoms of the Zuo family, the senior official of the Jing Kingdom. The Zuo family has the title of baron, and the Zhang family is Zuo Qing's retainer.

"Block the news and don't let his brother know."

"It's just a little boy who keeps horses, what can he do if he knows?"

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Qi was struck by lightning.

Doesn’t this mean you are talking about yourself?

My sister was sacrificed by them?

Didn’t you say that if you work hard, you can let your sister live a normal life?

Zhang Qi felt extremely sad and angry.

Click!

He accidentally made some noise, letting everyone see Zhang Qi curled up in the corner.

"Catch him!"

The head of the Zhang family made a decisive decision and immediately ordered his subordinates.

"Drive!"

Zhang Qi got on his horse and the horse jumped out of the stable.

Rush away and rush into the side racecourse.

"Stop! Come back!"

The Zhang family warriors hurriedly chased after him, and an archer shot an arrow through his back.

Just when everyone thought Zhang Qi was about to collapse.

He glanced at the Zhang family bitterly, then jumped into the forest.

Now the Zhang family warriors no longer dare to chase.

Normally, I can still chase him, but now is the day when the door of hell is wide open. If I chase him in hastily, I’m afraid I won’t know how I’ll die.

"Don't worry, head of the family, this child will not survive. There are many ghosts and gods in the forest, and the blood can attract ghosts and gods."

Zhang Qi lay on the horse's back, his consciousness gradually blurring.

The surroundings are filled with fog, making it difficult to see the way forward.

Life flows slowly.

At this time, he saw a figure in front of him.

This person wears a black robe, has a majestic appearance, and has a face like a ghost, with black and white lines like water waves.

Yin energy surrounds his body, and wherever he goes, vegetation blooms.

"I am the Marquis of Maoting of Youdu, the underground ghost and god!"

The voice was majestic, like a bell from a bell, and the majestic yin energy awakened Zhang Qi instantly.

God!

This is God!

Despite the vicissitudes of time, Zhang Qi still has a deep memory of what happened tonight.

"Meet the God Lord!"

God is an honorific, Hou is a name.

"Get up!" Tang Ping nodded slightly.

God Marquis?

It's a pity that he doesn't have courage.

…………

So so, so so.

"The eldest son of the Zhang family... I can help you get revenge, but if you win the position of the Zhang family in the future, your family will worship this god for generations to come."

"Enshrine..."

Zhang Qi hesitated.

Do you want to learn from the second room and do things that seek wealth and death?

If revenge is to become the next second wife, then what’s the point of all this?

"Humph, I am the righteous god of heaven and earth. I only need incense, moxa smoke, wine, and three animals to worship me. I don't need blood or food."

"The Righteous God of Heaven and Earth..." Zhang Qi knelt down with a firm look in his eyes and a pious heart, "I, Zhang Qi, swear to the Emperor and Empress Tu, in the name of my ancestors and descendants, to worship Maotinghou, the Righteous God of Heaven and Earth, forever and ever. If I violate it,

,Destroyed by heaven and earth!"

Poof!

Zhang Qi pulled out the arrow from his back, and blood immediately flowed profusely.

"Witness with blood!"

He gradually became weak, holding himself up to prevent himself from falling.

Tang Ping took out a pair of slow medicine, which is a kind of mud, and applied it on the wound. Zhang Qi's complexion improved a lot.

In this era, if ordinary people want to become talented, it will be as difficult as reaching heaven.

No matter how capable the common people are, they are still common people. When the nobles who are as miserable as beggars raise their arms, their followers will flock to them.

The Shiqing Shilu system means that you are not a noble, and you don’t even have the qualifications to speak.
To be continued...