West, go to Qishan Zhouyuan convoy.

The old man looked at the suffering clansmen, and his eyes shed two lines of blood and tears.

"Merchants, Merchants......"

It's simple, but it's easier said than done.

There are eight pillars of Kyushu, the emperor of the earth is passed down to the emperor, and the descendants of the emperor are handed down for 45,600 years.

As a descendant of the queen of the people, Dayi merchants have been handed down for more than 10,000 years, and the lords of the country have inherited the bloodline of the emperors from generation to generation, and the fierce flames are monstrous.

If you want to be a merchant, you need to defeat the 600 vassal states that defend the royal family around you.

It's a difficult move.

All things are foreseen, and those who are not prepared are wasted.

The old man secretly swore that no matter the hundreds of generations and thousands of generations, those who destroy merchants will also be my descendants!

The words are at the other end.

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

"Let's go, go over there."

Tang Ping pointed to the small village road not far away.

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

The annual ghost gate opening is not as simple as eating tribute.

It is also necessary to collect the resources of the yang world, burn and plunder in other places, and fight with other forces.

He doesn't eat blood, and if someone in the village places an offering, it's best to burn wormwood.

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, it may have extraordinary power, and its productivity is not low at all.

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

……

The wind was cold.

A little boy with his hair and bare feet hid under the eaves, shivering, nibbling on a hard bran cake.

The child's name is Zhang Qi, a horse breeder of the Shi family surnamed Zhang.

In terms of blood, he is still a descendant of the Zhang family, and after his father's death, the uncle of the second room inherited the position of the head of the family.

After that, he and his sister had a hard time.

In order not to make his sister suffer, he can only work hard.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the stable.

Listening carefully, it turned out to be the voice of the head of the family and several clan elders.

"This year, Zuo Qing ordered that the boys and girls should be descendants of the nobility, and it will be our family's turn this year, will the little girl send it?"

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

There are three cities in the first area of Jing, Fengyuan, Longpo and Zuoyi, all of which are the fiefdoms of the Zuo family, the chief doctor of the Jing State, the Zuo family has the position of baron, and the Zhang family is the retainer of the Zuo Qing.

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

"What can you do if you know about a small horse breeder?"

Hearing this news, Zhang Qi was like thunder.

Isn't that just 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 was extremely sad and angry in his heart.

Click!

He accidentally made a little movement, allowing everyone to see Zhang Qi curled up in the corner.

"Catch him!"

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

"Drive!"

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

Rush into the side racecourse.

"Stop! Come back! ”

The warriors of the Zhang family hurriedly pursued, and an arrow pierced his back with an arrow.

Just when everyone thought that Zhang Qi was about to fall.

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

This time, the warriors of the Zhang family did not dare to chase.

Usually you can still come forward to chase, but now is the day when the ghost door is wide open, and if you rush in, I'm afraid you don't know how to die.

"Don't worry, the head of the family, this son can't live, there are many ghosts and gods in the forest, and blood can attract ghosts and gods."

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

The surroundings were cloudy and foggy, and it was difficult to see the road ahead.

Vitality passes slowly.

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

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

Yin Qi surrounds his body, and wherever he goes, plants and trees bloom for it.

"I am the Marquis of the Hidden Capital Maoting, an underground ghost god!"

The voice was majestic, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and the majestic yin qi made Zhang Qi wake up instantly.

God!

This is God!

Despite the vicissitudes of time, Zhang Qi still remembers tonight's encounter deeply.

"Meet the Gods!"

God is an honorific title, and Hou is a name.

"Get up!" Tang Ping nodded slightly.

Shenhou?

It's a pity that he doesn't have an iron gut.

…………

So and so and so and so and

"The eldest son of the Zhang family...... This god can help you take revenge, but if you win the position of the Zhang family in the future, you will definitely worship this god for all generations. ”

"Offering ......"

Zhang Qi was a little hesitant.

Do you have to learn from the second room and do something to make money and kill people?

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

"Hmph, this seat is the god of heaven and earth, only incense, mugwort, smoke, wine and three animals are offered, and there is no blood to eat."

"Heaven and Earth Righteous God ......" Zhang Qi knelt down, his eyes were firm, and his heart was pious, "I, Zhang Qi, swear to the Emperor and the Queen of Heaven and Earth, in the name of the ancestors and ancestors, descendants and generations, to worship the Heaven and Earth God Mao Pavilion for eternity, and those who violate it will be destroyed by heaven and earth!" ”

Burst!

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

"Witness by blood!"

He gradually became weak, and he propped himself up to prevent himself from falling.

Tang Ping conjured up a slow medicine, which was a kind of mud, and applied it to the wound.

Zhang Qi's complexion improved a lot, and when he saw the god's ability to create something out of nothing, he became more and more awe-inspiring in his heart.

Tang Ping looked at this child and thought to himself that if the common people of this era want to become talents, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

No matter how capable the common people are, they are still common people, and the nobles who are as down-and-out as beggars raise their arms and shout, and they gather together.

Shiqing Shilu system, not aristocracy, does not even have the qualifications to speak.

This person is a disciple of the scholar clan and the eldest son, so he has natural legitimacy for inheritance.

If he helps him seize the family, then he can be regarded as having someone to support him in the yang world.

After Zhang Qi's injuries were healed, he was waiting for the gods to help him regain the family.

Tang Ping said: "I will teach you the method of hunting, fend for yourself, and wait here today next year." ”

Looking at Zhang Qi's stunned expression, Tang Ping said: "Those who have achieved great things must keep one thing in mind, be self-reliant, and be patient and patient." ”

"Yes."

Zhang Qi wrote it down.

After that, Tang Ping taught him the methods of hunting and farming.

"You can't do it alone, there are a lot of landless savages in the mountains and wilderness, don't look down on them, they are also people, deal with them, go."

Tang Ping conjured up a knife and a pair of armor and handed it to this person.

The items in the underworld can also be used by the people of the underworld, if you guess correctly, it should be the things that were originally sacrificed to the underworld.

Although the underworld is underground, it is really a different dimension, and it is impossible to simply dig a pit and bury things and send them to the yang world, so sacrifices need to be carried out.

Zhang Qi obeyed the words of the god who saved his life.

After this person left, the frog that pretended to be serious on Tang Ping's shoulder finally broke the gong.

"Quack." The frog was puzzled.

"Be patient, test this person's character, go, and find trouble."

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell.

An explosion was heard in the distance.

I saw a series of colorful clouds fighting with the eerie ghostly aura.

"Haha, the Tang God is dying, but that's it."

There is a ribbon in the sky, twisting and twisting, faintly in the shape of a dragon.

Like a cloud, like a real dragon.

At the "dragon's head" is a white cloud in the shape of a ganoderma lucidum, on which a person sits.

It has white hair on its abdomen, a pair of gray-white wings on its back, and a white crane feather coat, which looks strange.

There is the same feathered man behind him.

These feathered people were killed by ghosts and gods in the air, and blood was sprinkled all over the sky.

The feather man at the head laughed wildly.

"Kill my tribe, destroy my mountain, Tang God! Today, this immortal has come to you for revenge! ”

Rumble!

The two sides fought inextricably.

The ghost generals also stepped forward one after another.

"This is the power of the yang world? Feathered people? Gu Immortals? ”

It's very peculiar.

Mortal Village.

An altar is placed at the entrance of the village.

The smoke of wormwood burning spread everywhere, and white banners fluttered in the wind.

The fog was thick, and many ghosts appeared in the fog.

Four paper-white figures with blush on their faces carrying a bamboo frame, on which is a ghost who is also covered in snow.

A white note for his hair, rouge on his cheeks, and an old man with heavy makeup looked very disgusting.

Unlike the paper figure with a hollow inside, he seems to be pasted with paper.

Wow!

The papermaker flew up and landed in front of the altar.

As soon as the nose is inhaled, the cyan moxa smoke is inhaled into the body, and at the same time, the wine and the three animals are eaten.

"Why aren't there any living people?"

It seems that he does not take himself seriously.

The papermaker's eyes were cold, and it seemed that he could only go into the village to get it.

At this time, the battle in the sky began.

As a subordinate of the black wood ghost, the papermaker had no choice but to give up, and he had to go over himself.

Then set off and went to the place of battle.

The fog dissipated.

As he passed by the water's edge, a golden light caught his attention.

It was a frog with lotus leaves on its head, and the lotus leaves emitted golden light, and it looked like a different species.

"Good baby!"

The papermaker throws out a piece of paper.

The paper turned into an arrow and shot at the frog.

Bang!

The frog jumped suddenly, dodging the arrows, and in the air, its golden eyes mockingly looked at the ghosts.

"Humph!"

When the frog fell, he threw paper knives and arrows in succession......

Who knew that the frog threw out the lotus leaf hat, stepped on the lotus leaf hat on its hind legs, and jumped extremely high in the air with its strength, dodging another attack.

The hat returned, stepped on it again, and ran into the woods.

"Quack ......" seems to be a mockery of frogs.

"Chase!"

Such strange beasts are too rare, no matter what the origin, take them down first.