Chastity Layman 2

Chapter 865 Bloody Night

It was almost dusk.

In the Luopan village, a man came to the most magnificent building, "Nong Sanniang, please see me." The compass master, Moloniha, was drinking.

Moloniha, who claims to be over 80 years old, is still in good health. Although his beard and hair are all white, his face is red and his waist is still straight. There are still seven wives and concubines living in the upstairs of his gantry. The concubine also just gave birth to a son for him.

Thinking of Nong Jinhu's graceful figure, Moloniha couldn't help breathing heavily. Nong Sanniang was as fierce as a young tigress, but such a fierce beauty made Moloniha feel An impulse of desire to conquer.

He had expressed his admiration and praise to Nong Sanniang, but this woman was very cold, which made him a little annoyed.

He smiled and stood up to greet her, "Is there anything San Niang can do for you?"

Nong Sanniang left the guards outside and went upstairs alone. She looked at the old guy with disdain in her heart, but her face was bitter, "Dearest Maroha, I hope you can help me avenge!"

Moloni approached with a smile, pretending to be kind, and stretched out his hand to touch Nong Sanniang's hand, "Don't worry, I will take care of everything. When you arrive in Lasha, you are at home."

Nong Sanniang moved away without a trace, came to the table and poured a glass of wine for Molo Niha, "I thank Zuima first."

"Wine is only interesting if we drink it together." The old guy smiled lewdly and moved closer.

"Mommy, please don't do this, my husband used to respect you very much before."

The old guy laughed and said, "Which husband is that dead Juding businessman Nong Tianfu, or the Zuoxi barbarian king Fusan you remarried before? No matter which one it is, both of them are dead now."

Nong Sanniang moved her body, once again getting out of the way of the salty pig's hand.

The old guy was a little annoyed.

"Sanniang, you are now in my Luopan village, and your tribe is all dependent on me for support. You should know that your current situation is not easy, right? As for me, I won't go around with you, let's get straight to the point. I know I am old, but I really like you. I will give you two roads now, one road where you can bring your troops back and forth, but remind you, the other side of the river is now the territory of the Tang people , once you cross the river, it is estimated that you will inevitably end up being captured and beheaded, and even your clansmen will not escape the result of being captured as slaves."

"Of course, you can also choose another path, and that is to follow me and be my eighth concubine. Don't worry, I won't wrong you. If you follow me, I will pamper you well. I even treat the two children you brought as my own, and I can divide the mountain farms for you Juding people and distribute them to fields for them to cultivate and recuperate, how about that?"

The old guy finally tore off the mask of hypocrisy, and Chi Guoguo showed his desire, his impatience, and his dirty desire.

Nong Sanniang only smiled slightly when she heard this.

"why are you laughing?"

Nong Sanniang looked at the old guy and said disdainfully, "I'm only in my twenties, and you are in your 80s. Even if I follow you, can you still do it? I heard that your seventh room girl How come the son born to you by my concubine is more like your captain of the guard?"

The old man was furious when he heard this.

"Nong Jinhu, you have thought about your situation! If I hadn't taken you in from Luopanzhai, you would be nothing more than a stray dog. How could you be so pretentious? Do you think you are noble? You are a scumbag. Why are you pretending to be noble in front of me? In Zuoxi, in order to win the people of Tang, didn’t you send yourself to Zuoxi barbarian king’s bed for thousands of miles? And Meng Guxi, if you didn’t accompany him to bed, he would give his life to help you like this?”

"Hmph, don't set up a torii if you're a bitch!"

The old guy yelled and cursed, he didn't look like a venerable at all, he scolded for a long time, took a sip from his glass, looked down at Nong Sanniang, "Now take off your clothes and lie down obediently, so that I can serve you comfortably, I can forget all the disrespectful words you just said..."

Nong Sanniang walked forward twisting her waist, staring at the old guy.

"The enemy is now, but you still only think about the thing in your crotch. At the age of more than 80 years, have you lived in the stomach of a dog? No wonder the Heni people have been migrating and wandering for thousands of years. There are too many people like you sitting in a position like Zuma."

"You're presumptuous!" shouted the old guy who was furious after being told.

Zuima is the leader of the Heni people. Outsiders generally call them ghost masters. Every village and tribe has Zuima, which are basically hereditary. Holds the power of worship.

In the barbarian tribe that believes in ghosts and gods, they are therefore called ghost masters by outsiders.

In the tribe, the ghost masters are basically slaves, mastering both the secular world and the ghosts and gods, and their power is boundless. Even now, the ghost masters in the Heni tribe have basically become big slave owners, and many Heni villagers have fallen into poverty. For their slaves, tenants.

Zuma stands tall and exploits the tribesmen layer by layer.

The Heni people attach great importance to farming. Every year when plowing, transplanting and harvesting, sacrificial ceremonies are held. Most horses, big and small, are responsible for presiding over the sacrificial ceremonies. Then, as a rule, all the villagers have to go to his fields to participate in the ceremony. , After the end, he will be given free labor for a day. During the harvest, each household will take turns to treat him to a new meal, and he will be given a share of meat from the hunted prey.

And those Da Zuma who are in charge of several stockades or even many stockades will naturally get more donations, which are actually taxes.

The Honi people are a migrating nation. They have mastered advanced terrace farming techniques during their migration, but at the same time, the Honi people are also a nation with serious internal divisions. For thousands of years, they have been migrating continuously, and then Constant internal strife, so the losers continue to migrate, so that the migration continues, and the ghost song of migration is sung from generation to generation.

Times have changed and society has developed, but the internal organizational structure of the Heni people has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and even the most Ma people are more and more superior to the tribe people.

"From Lashabama (Lishe River) to Hagabama (Qingshui River), and then to Yagaluoba (Nanxi River), you and the Ni people were once as powerful tribes as we Juding people. We used to be able to not fear the Central Plains dynasty, although we have been defeated repeatedly, we have never surrendered, because we have always been free people."

"Master Luopan, your Luopan Village is in charge of 23 Heni Dazhais. When you were young, you were far more than this number of villages. You used to be in charge of almost all Western Heni villages in honor. When your father was Zama, he There are twelve most Marahais under his command, who assist him in managing the entire western Heni, and the various tribes in various places have his appointed Zuipa in charge of the localities. The Zuipa of each village are loyal to your father. At that time, he led There are 72 most handkerchiefs, and there are 36 Heni Dazhai in Lashabazi alone, and there are more small villages that don’t have the most handkerchiefs, but those little most handkerchiefs are also under your orders, but what about now?"

The old guy shouted, "It's not up to you to point fingers at us with the Nepalese!"

"It didn't matter to us Juding people before, but now it's different, the Tang people are here..."

"Don't look at me like that. I'm also for everyone, for the people who have lived on both sides of this great river for generations. Do you feel strange now, feel powerless, and even heartbroken?"

The old guy looked at the wine glass in his hand, "You? Poisoned?"

"You lustful and greedy old guy, your eyes have been staring at me since you came in, but you didn't realize that when I poured the wine behind your back just now, I added something to your wine."

The old man wanted to shout, but found that he couldn't shout anymore.

Nong Sanniang twisted her waist and came to the old guy who was already struggling on the ground. She smiled slightly when she saw him tearing his throat with his hands, trying to tear a hole to let him breathe.

"It's useless. The poison is very powerful. You know Cuan's arrow poison wood. The Cuan family has mastered the secret recipe for extracting arrow poison wood poison. They smear the poison on the arrows. It can see blood and seal the throat. There is basically no solution. Very powerful. The Cuan family was a general of the Shu Han Dynasty, and they went south to Yunnan, and finally they were able to lay down a 400-year-old territory in Yunnan. I originally carried this kind of poison with me, thinking that if one day I was defeated and didn’t want to fall into the hands of the Tang people, I prepared it for myself, and I would die if I took it, so that I would not be ruined by the Tang soldiers at that time, you know , which one of those soldiers is not like a wolf or a tiger, if they are really captured by them, I am afraid that they will be played with alive and die..."

"Okay, I've told you so much, it's also nonsense, I just want to tell you that you have lived for such a long time, and you have enjoyed enough in this life, so leave it to us."

The old guy tore his throat in pain, but in the end his face was swollen and bruised, his hands gradually became weak, his eyes were bulging, and his death was terrifying.

Looking down at the unrepentant look, Nong Sanniang spat, turned and walked out.

The night sinks like water.

Yuan Jiang and Man Luopan Dazhai became confused in the dark night.

Flames blazed everywhere, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

After a night of chaos and hacking, at dawn, the thick bloody smell still rushed into the sky.

The thick morning mist seemed to be stained with a layer of blood, turning into a red mist.

Meng Guzun and Tianming gathered in Zuimalou.

Everyone was covered in blood.

Nong Sanniang and Meng Guji looked at each other, and they both nodded together.

Seeing each other nodding, the two finally showed a smile on their faces, and it was a success.

The following things went according to the expected track. Luopanzhai is a big village, and the Luopan Lord even controls more than 30 Heni Dazhais. There are hundreds of small villages, but when the head of the old guy hangs on the gate in front of the village, and the heads of the old guy's descendants and confidantes are also beheaded and stuck on the wall of the village, the monks in the village Everyone accepted the facts before them.

The Honi people seem to be accustomed to internal strife and disputes, and they can always settle down quickly from the chaos.

After Nong Sanniang listed many crimes of the old guy, and then proposed to support Meng Guchu as the new compass master, there were no more surprises.

After Nong Sanniang and Meng Guyu took control of Luopanzhai and killed Lao Zuoma's family and their cronies, who would object?

So, on a foggy and bloody morning, Meng Guzhen became the new compass master, the grand marshal of the west and the barbarians, and then accepted the support of everyone and became the compass king.

They officially played the banner of the Luopan Kingdom, established the title of the year, set up various divisions, appointed hundreds of officials, and held high the banner of resisting the Tang Dynasty.In the name of King Luopan, Meng Guchu sent envoys to various places and Ni tribes, canonizing the leaders of various tribes with various official titles, and invited them to come to Luopandian to discuss the plan to resist the Tang Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)