"Congratulations to Master for his great achievements in martial arts!"

The changes that happened to the monk sweeping the floor were so obvious that Xiao Yuanshan couldn't see them, so he immediately congratulated him.

"well……"

Unexpectedly, the monk sweeping the floor looked as if he was sighing and frowning: "This person has become a demon, but he has the military spirit to protect his body. His disciples have the will to defend the way, but they have no power to eliminate demons!"

"What did the master say?" Xiao Yuanshan was a little puzzled.

"Far Mountain, you should follow the old monk from today!" The sweeping monk said, "As short as fifteen years, as long as twenty years, that donor Duan must have been close to Lin and test the old monk for the third time! The birth of the demon... This is a catastrophe that concerns the people of the world and the people!"

...

Fang Ming, who was far away in Dali, naturally didn't know that he had been regarded as a "devil".

But even if he knows, he probably won’t care much, because since the implementation of the “Forbidden Martial Arts Order”, he has become a “big devil”-level figure in the Dali martial arts world.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

After eliminating the cancer in the martial arts gangs, the aristocratic families lost their minions at the grassroots level, and the strength of the royal power has increased unprecedentedly. Fang Ming, the Dali emperor, was much more interesting than the previous few.

"Your Majesty, people from Central Plains are asking for their own visit and claim to be Murong Bo!"

Ba Tianshi was a little surprised.

Even though he was in Dali, he had heard of the Gusu Murong family, who "used his way, and gave him his body." He also knew that the other party's leader Murong Bo had long been dead, so why did one suddenly appear here?

"Prince!"

Fang Ming didn't move his eyelids and said calmly.

A moment later, Murong Bo, who was already middle-aged, came in and knelt down and bowed: "Murrong Bo has seen Your Majesty!"

He was desperate and thought about restoring the country. At this time, he saw that the mysterious person who was controlling him was Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali, and he felt a little hope in his heart, but he was even more respectful on his face.

"Okay! Thank you for being able to bend and stretch, Mr. Murong is also hardworking!"

Fang Ming was not so noble that he let Murong Bo rise up, let alone the teacher worked hard and made great contributions. We will be the same generation in the future, so there is no need to worship or something.

Before he traveled through time, he also read several novels. The protagonist was in ancient times and was in a high position, but he told his subordinates that he did not need to be polite. In the future, we were all brothers and were so poisoned that we were poisoned on the spot!

Every era has its themes. In ancient times, etiquette cannot be abolished! The protagonist who dares to say this is either a fool or a brainless person!

Because there is a very serious question involved, that is, why should I listen to you?

In real history, everyone is a physical body and has no extraordinary power. Why do you have to follow your superiors' instructions instead of just drawing a knife and turning it over?

It should be noted that even if the emperor is hit by a brick on his forehead, he will still be bleeding and even die! Everyone is the same person, why do you have to listen to the emperor?

It is necessary to distinguish between superiors and inferiors in order to control them. The core of this is the word "ritual"!

Why do you listen to me? Because I live in eight seats, and I am surrounded by others, and I am high above, holding great power, and if I don’t accept it, I will die!

Where is this power reflected? It is the word "ritual"!

It is precisely because of this that the power-rights in ancient times had to design a set of cumbersome etiquette to show their differences, and it was also the sacred and inviolable status.

The word "ritual" is really the maintenance of feudal relationships, so even Confucius had to "restrain oneself and restore ritual"!

Traveling through the ancient times of real history and abandoning this set of customs is to deny your own rule and noble legitimacy and ask others to rebel!

Since I don’t have to kneel down and be equal to you, why can’t I sit in your seat?

Of course, the main theme of the times is constantly changing.

If it was in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, then it would be called for freedom, democracy and ruthlessness, and that the remnants of this feudal corrupt ethics were stomped into the mud.

At this time, there were still seven or eight hundred years before the end of the Qing Dynasty, so Fang Ming naturally would not find a shot by himself.

Seeing Murong Bo delivering a meticulous gift, he asked, "How is everything done?"

When Murong Bo kneeled down, his psychological status was greatly reduced. He didn't even dare to look up and look at Fang Ming. He only felt that the person in front of him was extraordinary and arrogant.

He did not dare to neglect, so he immediately brought out a list: "I have spread hidden lines in the Central Plains, and have gathered seven businesses and five gangs..."

I have to say that although Murong Bo has been working hard for the revival of the Great Swallow for half his life, he has no use for birds.

If he hadn't received Fang Ming's instructions, he would have been devoted to the martial arts world and would not have thought of making other ideas.

"Even if you finally get what you want and become the leader of the martial arts world, with the thousands of younger brothers under your command, which country's army will be the opponent?"

Fang Ming despised this extra-large shit stirrer in his heart, and no longer regarded him as a threat.

Even if such a person is released and worked alone for a lifetime, he will not be able to make many waves.

Of course, now that people are limited, Fang Ming just pinched his nose and used the waste.

"Very good! This is the antidote for three years!"

Fang Ming stretched out his hand and several pills fell into Murong Bo's hands, causing a hint of joy to appear on his face.

"In the next three years, I want you to go to Shezhou of the Song Dynasty to search for a person named 'Fang La'! Remember, after finding it, it is to pay attention to it secretly, no matter what he encounters, otherwise you will not expect any antidote in the future!"

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

Hearing Fang Ming's words, Murong Bo immediately shivered, and even his voice trembled.

But I felt a little strange. Who is Fang La? I have never heard of it before.

Little did he know that Fang Ming showed a mocking smile on his face about fate.

Fang La, a native of Shezhou, Northern Song Dynasty, raised an army to rebel in October of the second year of Xuanhe in Huizong, gathered a million people to capture six prefectures and 52 counties. He was regarded as "Shenggong", and the year was called "Yongle", and set up officials and generals to establish a regime. In April of the third year of Xuanhe, he was defeated and captured, and his whole family was killed.

The other party was only twenty-three or four at this time. It was not until the second year of Xuanhe that he had suffered from the government's extra sect and Hua Shigang to embark on the road of rebellion. However, at that time, he was already seventy-eighty. Although the uprising was very popular, it was destroyed in one year, which was quite a pity.

Of course, Fang Ming would not wait until the other party was in his seventies or eighties. Although Fang La was confused at this time, he was lucky enough to be a person who was hidden in the abyss and was even more an excellent chess piece!

"This Fang La naturally has nothing to do with the master of the Divine Sword Sect in the main world and the Grandmaster Fang La of the Golden Sword King, but what would happen if I taught him the "State Tribulation Sword Book"?"

Fang Ming smiled at the corner of his mouth.

The times create heroes, and heroes create momentum! Although Fang La's final uprising was just a coincidence, he was also a capable person. If he learned advanced martial arts, he would be like a cone in a bag, and a dragon would enter the sea, and he would make his mark wherever he was.

"Well, I just don't know if this person has joined the Ming Cult now..."

Jin Yong's world is inherited. Since in the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Yang Xiao said that Fang La was the leader of the previous generation, then he must be!

This Ming Cult was preached by Persia. It was originally called Manichi. Because the doctrine cannot eat meat and act mysteriously, the comments about "eating vegetables and serving demons" were spread, and the word Mo was finally changed to the word "demon".

Unlike Taoism and Buddhism’s birth of the Qing dynasty, the teachings of the Ming sect are to save each other and help each other. It has a bit of "one side has difficulties, and all sides support each other", and its power is also extraordinary.

In the Jin world, if Fang La was not the leader of the Ming Cult and had the help of the Ming Cult, it would be difficult to launch such a massive uprising.

However, the advantage of time travelers is that they know all the history and plot, and can be targeted.

So Fang Ming immediately instructed Murong Bo: "When you go to Shezhou, you must be careful of a martial arts sect called "Ming Sect"!"

"I remember it!"

At this time, the Ming Cult was only circulated among the lower-class civilians, and it would take at least decades to ferment. Its reputation was not revealed, and Murong Bo had never heard of it.

But now Fang Ming has mentioned something, he will naturally keep it in mind and pay more attention.

However, when he left, a strange smile appeared on his face and he loudly reported: "Your Majesty, I am here to come south, but I have collected a gift on the way to offer it to Your Majesty!"

"Well, you have the intention to hand over the things to Ba Tianshi!"

Fang Ming waved his hand and didn't care much, but the next day Ba Tianshi came over with a frown.

Because Murong Bo’s gift was actually a person! A stunning living girl!

"Funny, interesting! Want to make a beauty trick? Go and meet!"

Fang Ming was very quiet and thoughtful. He had a rare thought. He left the palace and came to the house specially prepared by Ba Tianshi.

Of course, I have to leave the palace.

In the palace of Da Nei, if Murong Bo and Ba Tianshi could just stuff a girl of unknown origin into it, Fang Ming would immediately chop the head of the guard.

Since the people below are required to abide by the rules, he should set an example, so the original imperial edict has become a travel in a condom.

Anyway, Fang Ming also wanted to see the outside world's own administrative achievements, so he didn't comment.

In ancient times, emperors must have been in a mighty way to avoid the white dragon fish suit. However, Fang Ming was the best in the world in the martial arts world and was not afraid of any poisonous assassination, but he could ignore this one.

"I have met the adults!"

Inside the house, a girl with skin that is better than snow and her eyebrows clearly knows that Fang Ming has a noble identity and comes out to pay tribute.

Her words were astringent and soft, and she could not speak in her endless lingering words. It was so heart-wrenching that it made people snatch it and their souls were destroyed.

Even Ba Tianshi next to him couldn't help but turn red, and he hurriedly turned around.

Fang Ming's attention was on the other side: "Your name is Kang Min?"

"That's right!" The woman lowered her head, her voice as charming as a yellow oriole: "I was bought by Mr. Murong and said she was here to serve the great nobles!"
Chapter completed!