As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 121 The Beginning of Bloody Robe

In the exquisitely decorated room, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and there seemed to be a hint of gunpowder in the air.

Compared to Liu Wang, whose expression changed drastically and looked excited, Mingchen was sitting on the Diaoyutai, very calm.

He didn't care about the other party's aggressiveness and just asked Liu Wang, "Brother Liu, why don't you ask your brother if he remembers the child who gave him a meal in Qingzhou six years ago?"

A qualified investor won't put all their eggs in one basket. Look at the Crown Prince, the old Emperor, the Princess, the Northern Emperor...

It never hurts to invest more. Even if a sick stock like Taizi falls, there will always be a way to use it when it rises again.

Even if it was the most unlikely one, he would not hesitate to invest a little.

For example, the Blood-Cloaked Army.

When it was an original share, it didn't have a name yet.

"what?!"

Liu Wang shuddered again, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mingchen in disbelief, exclaiming, "Are you Ao Gui?!"

Mingchen:?
What the hell is Aogui?

So ugly!

When did he say he wanted to join the Blood-stained Army?!

After a long time, Xiao Xinyue finally guessed it right.

Now it was Mingchen's turn to be confused.

However, before he could say anything.

Liu Wang, standing before him, suddenly retracted his hidden sword and immediately knelt on the ground. With a face full of reverence, he kowtowed to Ming Chen and said, "Thank you, Liu Wan, for saving my life!"

Mingchen smiled and said jokingly, "Aren't you asking me for some wine? Don't you want me to help you more?"

This person is a friend, not an enemy.

After confirming Mingchen's identity, Liu Wang stood up, rubbed the back of his head and laughed dryly: "No, no, I'm just a chatterbox, please don't mind it, benefactor."

Mingchen poured him a glass of wine, motioned him to sit back down, and asked, "How is Wang Huai?"

Mingchen asked this special name directly and openly. If it were a more crowded environment, they would probably be thrown into prison.

Wang Huai, the leader of the Blood-Cloaked Army, is the most hated name in Qianyuan Kyoto. The powerful and wealthy fear him like the plague, and the emperor hates him so much that he has issued a nationwide wanted notice. Whoever can get his head can be made a marquis with ten thousand households and get as much gold, silver and glory as he wants.

But at the same time, this is also the most respected name in the areas where the Blood Shirt Army wreaks havoc in the south. This reverence has been engraved in their bones and blood and has become a belief. The craziest and most devout Blood Shirt Army is willing to give everything for the leader, die for the leader, and do anything for the leader.

In this enemy base, Liu Wang, who has always been cautious, can finally meet someone with whom he can have a sincere conversation.

If Mingchen harmed him, he would accept it.

His face gradually turned red, and he seemed a little excited. He said to Mingchen: "In reply to your benefactor, my brother is fine now."

Mingchen waved his hand gently: "I think it's more comfortable to get along with each other like we just did. Don't call me benefactor, just call me Mingchen. I'm not even older than you!"

"Um... ahem, alright! Then my benefactor... Lord Ming, you can just call me Wang Liu."

"it is good!"

……

Mingchen can see the gods, demons, monsters and ghosts in the world, as well as the extraordinary people.

Six years ago, there was a severe drought in the south.

There was no grain harvest, but the court still had to pay tribute. The officials at all levels exploited the people, and heavy pressure fell on the shoulders of the people.

Some refugees from the south in Qingzhou fled here because they could not survive under the harsh rule. They had no identity and no home, and lived like stray dogs.

Begging on the streets, working as slaves and servants just to have a full meal.

When Mingchen went out, he saw a man in tattered clothes. He had a full forehead, a rhinoceros horn on the top of his head, and narrow and sharp eyes. Mingchen felt uncomfortable all over when he looked at him.

But his condition was not very good. He was pale and thin, his lips were chapped, and he was in a daze. It seemed as if he would starve to death in the next second.

He also tied an unconscious and sick person with a rope and carried him on his back.

He could see that this man could turn the world upside down, so he gave him a steamed bun and saved his life from starvation.

The man wolfed down the food, then knelt down and bowed to Mingchen to thank him for saving his life.

Even if the other person is just a child of six or seven years old.

The two of them had an intersection.

Mingchen is very good at judging people by their behavior and saying different things to different people.

Just a few words resonated with Wang Huai.

Wang Huai was extremely shocked. This ten-year-old child had a broader vision than anyone he had ever seen. The child's wisdom was amazing.

The words he spoke and the truth he expressed seemed to have penetrated into his heart.

It made his blood boil, all his confusion disappeared, and all his doubts became clear.

Even Mingchen, overtly and covertly, gave him a way and a direction.

He has reached a dead end and has no way to retreat.

It is better to do something at the risk of death, so that the decades of life will not be in vain.

After some time, he thanked Mingchen and said goodbye to him.

Mingchen gave him a small piece of fruit, but he couldn't bear to eat it and gave it to his younger brother.

……

Two years later, the man who was about to starve to death with his sick brother on his back ran to the southern prefectures and stabbed the governor to death, shouting "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born with different races?", which caused a huge uproar.

'The immortals do not save people, and the gods and Buddhas have no mercy.

It is better to believe in me, the Blood-Clothed Ghost, who will overturn the rules and save the world.

The heaven is cruel and the emperor is incompetent, so instead of struggling in suffering,

Why not soak your armor in blood, rise up, and join me in creating a peaceful country?' The mighty Blood-Cloaked Army took advantage of the situation and rose up. The court had long been corrupt, and the people who had been oppressed for a long time dyed their clothes with blood and joined the Blood-Cloaked Army.

For four years, war broke out in the north and blood-stained clothes became a trend.

Wang Huai founded the Blood-Cloaked Holy Sect, which had nine core leaders in charge of all aspects of the army, and were called the Blood-Cloaked Nine Ghosts.

Nine ghosts bring disaster to the country.

The vast army was unaware that the reason for all this was a conversation their leader had with a ten-year-old child six years ago.

Six years ago, Wang Liu survived because of half a piece of fruit, and now he finally saw the magical child that his brother had talked about many times.

Six years passed quickly, and the clever little kid had grown into such a talented and beautiful person.

Wang Liu guessed that Mingchen was probably not someone who could be loyal to the court and loyal to the tyrant emperor.

But I didn't expect that I would give him such a surprise.

This person turned out to be his benefactor whom he had never met.

Others don’t know that there are actually ten ghosts in the Blood Clothes Army, and there is one last ghost.

Proud ghost.

His brother told him that he must invite the child who saved their lives to join the Blood-Clothed Army, named Ao Gui.

It's not just because the child saved their lives, but also because of the child's ability.

Long before Xiao Zhengyang, there was already Chen Chui in this world.

Wang Huai knew very well what Mingchen's talents were.

Now Wang Liu finally met Mingchen, and he was indeed extraordinary.

As his brother said, this man has the power to change the world, and no matter what he does, it will always amaze the world.

……

Although Mingchen did not take care of the seeds he planted, six years later, they had grown into towering trees.

Mingchen took a sip of his drink and joked, "I thought he'd forgotten about me, a child worth nothing, after he became the Blood Robe leader admired by millions of followers."

It was indeed he who facilitated this matter, and all he paid was a few meals, some good talk, and half a peace apple.

Now it seems that Wang Huai is a really capable person.

Wang Liu quickly waved his hands and said, "I dare not! My brother often mentions you. He is even planning to go to Qingzhou to invite you to join the Blood Clothes Army!"

Mingchen: ...

The places where the Blood-Clothed Army has passed are not much better, so you'd better not come and destroy my hometown.

Well... I actually didn't want to join the Blood-Cloaked Army.

how to say?

The first wave of peasant uprisings was prone to violent deaths and became the biggest targets.

Moreover, Mingchen has never been very supportive of founding a nation based on missionary belief.

Although this method can quickly build momentum and train a fearless army, once the person at the center of power dies, it can easily lead to irreversible collapse and will be difficult to manage in the future.

"Forehead……"

Wang Liu was also a person who could read people's expressions. He could see that Ming Chen seemed to have little interest in the Blood Robe Army, so he couldn't help but ask, "Master Ming, don't you want to join our Blood Robe Army?"

"Master Ming, if you join the Blood Robe Army, we will never treat you unfairly."

Anyway, it has been exposed, and Mingchen doesn't seem to have any ill will towards him.

So Wang Liu didn't hide anything when he spoke.

Mingchen waved his hand, without explicitly refusing, and simply said, "Let's talk about it later."

"Uh... ok."

Hearing Mingchen's response, Wang Liu curled the corners of his mouth, but finally said nothing more, just sighed softly.

Even if the other party is really determined not to join them, there is nothing they can do.

He is your savior, you can only invite him but not force him.

He vaguely felt that his brother's plan was going to fail.

"What are you doing in Kyoto?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Mingchen threw a fruit into his mouth and asked casually.

Six years have passed, and this man's appearance has changed a lot. He almost didn't recognize him.

The efficiency of these officials nowadays is really not very good. It is outrageous that Wang Liu was able to sneak in and even pass the imperial examination and become the top scorer.

He is now a time bomb. Whoever he touches will die with him.

This guy is really brave, he is not afraid of being exposed in the future and causing a lot of trouble
Wang Liu shook his head, his eyes gleaming with determination, “Master Ming, I’m not afraid of death.”

"You should know how much benefit I can gain by sneaking in here."

Intelligence is very important. He can learn some basic systems and upper-level ideas in the court, and he can also cause sabotage in the capital, spread public opinion, spread beliefs, and establish organizations to cooperate internally and externally... In short, there are many benefits.

If they had the chance to assassinate the incompetent emperor, it would have saved them a lot of trouble.

Mingchen shrugged: "As long as you are happy."

Wang Liu looked into Mingchen's eyes: "Master Ming...then what are you doing here?"

Wang Liu was very surprised at the beginning. He thought that a man like Mingchen would not be loyal to this corrupt country and stupid monarch.

So I have been observing and testing, wanting to see if Mingchen can win it over.

However, now that he knew the other party's identity, he became even more curious about what Mingchen wanted to do.
Mingchen: Well, I want to make a small profit.

Maybe the Blood-Clothed Army is targeting people like Mingchen?
(End of this chapter)