Chapter 1302 A Wisp of Ghost Fire

Wanqi Feng couldn't help but ask: "Should the number of players be reduced? They need more experience."

"Rotating in small teams is also convenient for observation. Those who are suitable will stay, and those who are not suitable will be replaced." He Lingchuan built the Black Armor Army according to the standards of the Dafeng Army. Each cavalryman is a key inspection object. He Lingchuan will comprehensively evaluate each person's cultivation, will, character and on-the-spot reaction. Those who do not meet the requirements will be replaced.

As He Lingchuan said, because Shizhoutou and Liuping are very close, Yang Meng led 200 people to Liuping at the end of Chenshi.

The original Zhao Guangzhi army stationed here has been driven away by the Black Armor Army, and Liuping's military strength is vacant.

Yang Meng took a little effort and successfully entered the city to take over.

First, his reputation is much better than Zhao Guangzhi. Since this city must be managed by someone, it may be better to be governed by Yang Meng than by other strong men.

Second, the people of Liuping also heard that Yang Meng was coming and were mentally prepared.

After Yang Meng entered the city, he soon saw the big pot at the entrance of the vegetable market. When he asked about what had just happened, he was secretly shocked.

When Zhao Guangzhi was taken away by the black armor leader, he knew that this man would not have a good end.

But to treat him in his own way? The methods of the black armor army were indeed cruel.

However, the villagers of Liuping not only did not mind, but everyone was as happy as if it was New Year's Day.

Zhao Guangzhi's more than 100 kilograms of bones and flesh had been robbed by the people, and even his head was taken away by the old woman, who said that she would wrap it in lime and keep it well.

In addition, everyone also found a relief of a dragon head on the wall of Liuping.

The people of Liuping didn't know what was going on, but Yang Meng confirmed what he thought.

This thing appeared in the two places where the black armor army passed.

How did they do it?

Yang Meng looked at the relief and always felt that the dragon's eyes were staring at him, with a steady and majestic look.

He shuddered subconsciously.

After Yang Meng entered the city, he began to reorganize the village defense. Originally, after the Zhao army entered Liuping, they coerced local men to join the army to expand the army. Now that Zhao Guangzhi was defeated and died, some of them fled back that night and were reunited by Yang Meng, preparing to take over the next unowned land.

He Lingchuan secretly observed that they were busy in an orderly manner, and then returned to Jucheng with Dong Rui.

On the way, Dong Rui asked him: "We caught Liu and Zhao and killed them with a knife, so why do we have to hand them over to the villagers for execution?"

"Since we are doing things, we must do them effectively. Why do good things in obscurity?" The horse almost stepped on a squirrel that jumped out on the side of the road. With a puff, He Lingchuan patted the horse's neck to comfort it, "Besides, I want to see their attitude towards the evil people."

He had to implement the plan while observing the results, so that he could adjust the strategy at any time.

"Attitude?"

"What we are doing now is like lighting a fire with wet firewood. If the firewood is full of moisture, we have to increase the firepower; if the moisture is even greater, we will increase the firepower." He Lingchuan said seriously, "But if we can't even grasp the opportunity for revenge, this is not firewood, it is a stone that can't be lit."

Just like the people of Liuping who first saw Zhao Guangzhi tonight, even if the latter was tied up like a dumpling, they still didn't dare to look up at him.

Long-term terror and high pressure may inspire fighting spirit, but it may also cultivate slavery.

Some mud can never be propped up on the wall. In this case, He Lingchuan must adjust his strategy.

Dong Rui asked again: "What do you see now?"

He Lingchuan smiled: "Lucky, I found what I want to see most from them."

"Is the blood still there?"

"And the hatred of suffering."

As long as there is a faint fire in the heart, even if it is dim now, who dares to say that it will not shine one day?

…

After being out for many days, the two of them went to a tavern after returning to the city. They ordered a big bowl of sour bamboo shoots and vegetarian noodles to fill their stomachs, and then started drinking and listening to jokes.

It should be said that the drinks in these two taverns in Jucheng are average, but the noodles are quite good. The tender bamboo shoots are just sour, add some spicy, some shredded radish, and some sliced ​​mushrooms, and pour the prepared marinade on the hand-rolled noodles -

The noodles are slurping and adding two points of chewiness.

After a bowl of wine, you can sweat even in the slightly cold early spring.

Then you can heat some wine to drink, and eat with fried snails and mixed lotus root cubes.

The tavern was full before dusk, and everyone ate and drank while listening to the storyteller telling stories.

There were three stories tonight, and He Lingchuan had never heard any of them, but each one was more interesting than the other. The last one tells the story of a young woodcutter who encounters a sexy ghost in a deserted mountain. It is full of details from beginning to end, and the fight between the goblins is exciting. Dong Rui listened attentively and even asked for two more plates of marinated pork.

He also muttered: "I didn't think it was so good when Old Fu told this story before."

The story is from Fu Liushan, but the storyteller is not Fu Liushan, but hired by Yangshan Chamber of Commerce. He was trained for several days before taking up the post.

"It is vivid and has many twists and turns." He Lingchuan smiled and said, "I have read this script. This storyteller surnamed Xue did not follow the script completely, but added some embellishments."

But the additions are good, vivid, and even one person plays two roles.

If you want to make money by talking, you have to be really good at talking. In the middle, there are often drinkers interrupting the story of the ancients, either asking questions, finding faults, or asking questions in a embellishment-style manner. Xue opens his mouth and responds quickly.

Some drinkers are satisfied with what they hear and give him some money to moisten his throat.

The two of them stayed in this tavern for an hour without realizing it. They drank several bottles of wine and had two or three rounds of snacks.

He Lingchuan was busy with work and rarely spent time like this. It can be seen that this Xue guy really spoke well.

There are really 360 professions, and every profession has its own top talent.

Dong Rui was also very satisfied with what he heard, but then he remembered: "He didn't tell any of our past stories."

"It's better to go after the heart than to go after the body. Those who specialize in the lower three ways are the most attractive." He Lingchuan had to admit that Fu Liushan's words made sense, "It's enough to carry our private goods in here, and occasionally tell people about it, so as not to cause disgust."

At this time, the storyteller was also drinking tea to rest his throat, and he also ate two kumquats. At this time, the waiter came over with a tray and shouted:

"Guests at the window, please look at the reward, half a tael of money!"

Guests usually don't go out with hundreds of copper coins, so half a tael of silver is placed on the tray.

Although this money has to be shared with the tavern, the storyteller is also very excited and thanked repeatedly.

The guest at the window said, "Tell us about Beijia in the west! And the burning palace you mentioned last time, I only heard the second half."

"You are really good at it!" After putting down the cup, Shi Ran sat back in front of the ancients, "Bejia is a rare powerful country in the world. The land there is a good harvest. The river is not flowing with water, but honey! Take a sip, it's sweet."

Dong Rui interrupted, "Why not wine? We can save some wine money if we go there."