The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 242 A dead Taoist friend is not dead but a poor Taoist

In May, in the vast fields, the crisp rice seedlings sway in the breeze like waves, which is very pleasing to the eye.

"Moo!"

The big buffaloes roared to the sky to the sound of the shepherd's flute, kicking the mud with their front hooves uncontrollably, and their eyes as big as copper bells revealed a sense of uneasiness.

"Yes, Not Bad."

At this moment, Shen Yuanliang, wearing a brown short shirt, was walking in the fields, observing the spring farming situation this year. He nodded from time to time and was very satisfied.

With the authority of the Green Emperor, he can see the growth of plants at a glance, and even some diseases and pests cannot escape his eyes.

"It's all thanks to the young master."

"If the young master had not arranged for experienced farmers to compile the "Summary of Agricultural Books", there would not be today's achievements."

Qiu Ju, who followed closely behind, smoothed her messy hair, fluttered her big round eyes, and boasted.

China has an agricultural civilization that dates back thousands of years, and all farming experience has been passed down orally, and has remained the same from generation to generation with almost no major changes.

Under the influence of Shen Yuanliang, people from all walks of life were good at summarizing, brainstorming, making improvements, and gradually improving their technology, achieving fruitful results, especially in agriculture.

With intensive cultivation, the yield of Shen's No. 1 rice, which used to be 15 shi per mu, has now increased to 18 shi per mu, and is steadily increasing.

"To see the essence through phenomena, one must be good at using one's brain."

“Focus on one thing and learn it thoroughly. After ten or twenty years, you will be a great master.”

As his white fingers brushed across the crisp rice seedlings, Shen Yuanliang spoke meaningfully.

Shen Yuanliang felt helpless about Qiu Ju's half-heartedness and frequent slacking off when refining the elixir. He hoped that she would wake up on her own or wait until she was older.

But when Shen Yuanliang turned around, Qiu Ju was still ten feet away. I don’t know if she heard what he said!
“Sasha!!”

As the sun sets, under the leafy locust tree, Shen Yuanliang and Shouhou sit opposite each other in the cool breeze, while boiling hot tea boils under the red fire.

On the round table carved from bluestone in the mountains, plates of exquisite snacks are filled with fragrance, and the aroma lingers at the tip of the nose.

"Where is the vanguard of the Porcupine Clan now?"

Shen Yuanliang took a sip of tea, ate some sweet preserved fruit, and asked casually.

Ever since he knew that they were in the Far North, Shen Yuanliang didn't dare to relax at all and kept a tight control on the movements of the Porcupine Clan through the Sky Monitoring Department.

"My lord, Aldous Lucero led an army of 700,000 to continue their westward migration. He massacred countless cities along the way, and the Russians suffered heavy losses, almost destroying their nation and their race."

“We are now crossing the Caucasus Mountains and are about to enter the East European Plain.”

Putting down the cup in his hand, the skinny monkey, who looked exhausted from the journey, spoke seriously.

With the help of his supernatural power of hearing and the exotic beast Saker Falcon that can soar in the sky, the skinny monkey is adept at gathering intelligence and is always successful.

"I would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die, let alone a group of foreigners."

Hearing this, Shen Yuanliang chuckled, his deep eyes full of gloating, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The vanguard of the Abyss Porcupine Clan is harming the Eastern land, it would be better for them to harm the Westerners. It doesn’t matter how many people die. As the ancients said, those who are not of my race must have different hearts.

Shen Yuanliang even hoped that the army led by Aldous Lucero could complete the unfinished business of Genghis Khan, a great conqueror, and plow the entire Western world like farming land.

"Master, it's getting late. We should go back."

Qiu Ju, who was standing gracefully, looked at the sun gradually sinking into the sea level, took a step forward, and said softly, "Wait a moment."

Waving his sleeves, Shen Yuanliang turned the jade ring in his hand and said slowly: "Skinny monkey, the next focus of the Tianshi Department will be on the Qing Dynasty."

"Stir up trouble as much as possible to attract the attention of the court and the martial arts world, buy crucial time for the mobilization of the army, and catch the enemy by surprise."

Being prepared and being unprepared are two different things. As long as the Qing Dynasty is thrown into chaos, the chances of winning the war will increase and casualties will be reduced, which is very cost-effective.

"Here!"

The skinny monkey stood up suddenly, bowed, and took on this difficult task.

As if thinking of something, the skinny monkey walked a few steps away and then turned back, gritted his teeth, and said, "My lord, do you want to win over the gangs within the Qing Dynasty?"

In order to resist the rule of the Qing Dynasty and restore the Han people's rule, the Tiandihui, the Red Flower Society, the White Lotus Society and others often rebelled and assassinated corrupt officials, and enjoyed great prestige among the people.

If we can win over these gangs, overthrowing the Qing Dynasty will be much easier and will relieve a lot of pressure on the frontline troops.

"Boom boom boom!"

Shen Yuanliang tapped the table repeatedly, frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he refused: "No need."

It would be a lie to say that he was not tempted. However, Shen Yuanliang did not want to accept this group of swindlers, and was even more unwilling to share the fruits of his labor with others!

The Tiandihui and the Red Flower Society are not good at anything, but they are very good at harming their own people. If you really want to win them over, it will be as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. You really can't trust them!

"go home!"

After a cup of tea, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and hundreds of iron guards surrounded a luxurious warm and comfortable carriage, which was as big as a house, with red flags fluttering in the wind.

The golden space runes were looming, and the interior space of the entire warm and cool car was expanded tenfold, making it very spacious, with beds, desks, and even a bathing area.

"The location of the Heavenly Gate has been exposed. Emperor Shitian calls himself a god, so how can we let him live so comfortably!"

"It's time for the Seven Warriors to begin the Dragon Slaying."

Reclining on the pillow, Shen Yuanliang raised his eyebrows lazily and gave instructions nonchalantly.

When Shen Yuanliang heard that the pig-headed man turned west and massacred countless people along the way, he was actually very uneasy, with an ominous shadow looming in his heart.

The Pig-Headed Men, the vanguard of the Abyss Porcupine Clan, had their own ulterior motives in deliberately slaughtering so many people. It is impossible that they were doing useless work. It is clear that a storm is brewing.

To be honest, facing the abyss world that is eroding the heavens, Shen Yuanliang feels a sense of urgency. So he can only take action against Emperor Shitian, let him explore the way and bear the backlash of the bloodthirsty holy beast.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist!
"Yes, Master."

Qiuju nodded and didn't ask why.

After staying with Shen Yuanliang for several years, Qiu Ju knew his habits and temperament very well. She knew what could be discussed and what must be completed without question.

"The empty heaven, the free earth, and the immovable human world."

"In the name of Emperor Shitian, Xu Fu really thinks he is a god. He is crazy."

Thinking of Xu Fu's neurotic behavior, Shen Yuanliang curled his lips and was speechless.

If one only cultivates his life but not his nature, it will be difficult for him to become a saint. Indra relied on the blood of the phoenix to ascend to heaven in one step, but his own nature was not further polished.

During a long period of time, he was poisoned by the immortality poison and his personality was split into two people, one good and one evil, and his actions were ridiculous.

(End of this chapter)