This is a world of pills - the Manchus occupy the north as well as the south of the Yangtze River, and even though it is only a few years after the Kangxi Emperor ascends the throne, the Nanming is still there, and it also occupies Sichuan, Yungui and Liangguang, and even part of Hunan is also in the hands of the Nanming. Since the annihilation of Zuo Liangyu's army and the almost complete annihilation of the Manchu army, including all the elite of the Manchurian Eight Banners, the Manchus no longer have the heart and strength to go south.

However, Nanming is also a pill, all kinds of heroes are vying for power and profit, and Nanming's army is also so rotten, and it is probably impossible to want the Northern Expedition - only wait for a certain hero to raise his arms and shout, first destroy Nanming and then destroy the Manchu Qing...... But that doesn't seem likely.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor summoned an army of demons at the cost of his own life, and the demons of more than 100 people brought the first wisp of demon breath of the Demon Sky King's Landing, and the emperor opened the door of the demon world with his life, and enough demonic energy for these terrible demons to slaughter the entire Zuo Liangyu army in a short period of time to connect with the Manchu elite soldiers, but the demons did not leave much sequelae after they went back - it was a little more than the lonely ghosts and ghosts in this world......

These demons can be regarded as keeping their promises, they only kill those rebels and Qing soldiers, and they actually did nothing to the ordinary people, and after doing all this, they also obediently went back - but the tiger talisman that summoned them is still in the hands of the next generation of Great Tomorrow......

However, in fact, this tiger talisman will not respond to the call for a while, but this situation is basically unknown to anyone. The Manchu court knew about this, and they feared that it would be too late to fight it, while the Southern Ming had never recognized the Manchus but could not afford to go on a northern expedition at the moment - and they all faced the common problem, that is, the lack of food production caused by the magic clouds covering the sky.

Nanming's solution is to expand its power to the south, the closer to the equator, the stronger the power of the sun, then if there are enough water resources, it can still produce more food - but this mountain spirit water monster is inevitably a little more, and it is not easy to pacify the small southern country along the way and eliminate the entrenched demons and monsters.

These small countries are afraid that they wish the Ming Dynasty would swallow them - in fact, these demons and monsters have grown explosively, and some remote places have been out of control at all, that is, there are demons that catch people and eat people near the national capital, and the Ming Dynasty may be able to get rid of demons, but these small countries are powerless to stop the demons unless they hide in the temple.

What's more, ordinary temples can't stop demons...... Even in the Heavenly Empire, there are no fewer demons entrenched in the temple......

The Tartars relied on the grain of Jiangnan and Hunan and Hubei, and of course, the matter of the officials and gentry paying the grain on an errand was also very firmly grasped - if you don't catch it, you can't do it, if you don't catch it, it will be finished in minutes. Especially for the Jiangnan gentry, it is extremely harsh, which makes the people here think clearly - it's just that none of the Wenchen in Nanming want the Jiangnan people to continue to come to power, and they have no ambitions, so I can only trust Mingyue with my heart, but Mingyue shines on the ditch.

It's easiest to shout about the Northern Expedition, but the specific action is just to divide one side - there are not people without clear minds in the court, who know that the world is now the bigger the territory, the bigger the trouble, the big trouble in the north and the south of the Yangtze River, or let the Tartars carry this black cauldron, and when the Tartars are done with the world, how good it would be for me to go up and pick peaches again - the luck of the Hu people for five hundred years, I'm afraid that this demon-rampant chaotic era will not last for a hundred years......

This is a good thing that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty did, but the black cauldron can't be blamed entirely on him - for about the same time, there are people doing similar things or similar things happening in the Eastern Ming Dynasty, Western Ottomans and even more Western Europa...... This is an era.

Sen Luo was in a ruined temple in the south of the Yangtze River, wrapped in his own rags, waiting quietly in the dead leaves and branches of the dead trees in the backyard of the temple. The skeletal warrior waited for himself to be restored many times, "Maybe it's a curse, isn't it?" This demonic power born out of thin air and a skeletal body that is gradually recovering. Sen Luo thought so, in his empty brain, these thoughts were probably thinking in the soul.

Sen Luo was not in a hurry to recover, and the high-frequency combat made even the Skeleton Blademaster feel a little tired—even if his body was an iron-colored skeleton, he shouldn't feel tired, but mental fatigue was inevitable. The samurai of this skeleton is not one of those monks with a will like a vajra, even if his will is as sharp as a sword, that is another aspect.

Slaying demons doesn't happen overnight, but it's also nice to be a little lazy and look at the demon clouds and the looming moon in the desolate courtyard with dead branches and leaves. Although the magic clouds obscured the sun, the moonlight at night was interestingly not affected much.

"How long has it been since you bathed in moonlight?" The skeletal warrior thought that his skull was now not iron-colored, but yellow, with hollow eye sockets facing the sky, and Sen Luo had gathered his demonic energy to gather it into his chest—which would also be beneficial to his recovery, but the greater purpose would be to conceal his presence.

After all, in this world, who would pay more attention to a bag of bones under a dead branch? This world is an era when the bones are exposed, in those battlefields where thousands of armies were destroyed, no one dared to collect the corpses, it was the corpses of the dead within a radius of dozens of miles, the whole place was occupied by fog and death, and there might be some ghosts born in the depths of those places.

The skeleton is not lonely here, because there is clearly something in the apse. Unlike the previous one, the apse is the best-preserved building in this ruined temple, with an intact roof and doors and windows, but they are all wide open. The pillars and gates that had been painted with vermilion paint were now ominously black, and inside the main hall, Sen Luo didn't see it, but he thought that the golden Buddha statue was probably also covered with ominous black. "It's hard to say if there are Buddha statues or not." The skeleton warrior thought.

But from his current angle, he could see a corner of the coffin resting on two wooden benches in the main hall, and there was more than one coffin. The coffins shook in the middle of the moon, and though they could not be seen, there must have been someone sitting there on the other side of the coffin—for Sen Luo had heard the singing, a very soft singing.

These coffins are old, and the paint has long since peeled off where they are exposed, but the wood has not decayed, and the corpses inside have not fallen off with the bottom plate, so it seems that these coffins were still built with great care. Sen Luo also knew about the situation of some people in the front hall, but those people never set foot in the back hall, and they even locked the waist door passage on both sides and the back door of the main hall.