I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 399: Don’t let middlemen earn the price difference (two chapters in one, welcome to vote)
"Your Majesty, the ban on the demon stars has been broken. Do you want to seal them again?"

In the Imperial Palace's Imperial Palace, a group of civil and military priests stood in front of King Minngling, all of whom were reporting on their work.

King Mingling looked at the document in his hand and marked it casually.

"Let them go. Once the Heaven-Devouring Evil Dragon is dead, the rest are cowardly and conservative people, so there is nothing to worry about. But we can open a market with them and try to assimilate them."

King Mingling continued without raising his head.

Shinto has been conquering east and west in recent years and is extremely lacking in bottom-level power.Although the monsters on the monster star are unruly, if they are educated first and then dispersed and integrated, they can also be used as manpower supplements.

"Mr. Doumu Yuan has sent a decree, hoping to reopen a new dynasty and vent the grievances of heaven and earth. If you agree, we will arrange for the reincarnation of the gods in the sky."

A martial priest came forward and spoke.

The scene was originally quite relaxed, but as soon as he said these words, the hall seemed to become a little quieter.

"No."

King Mingling paused for a moment and refused directly.

Many gods seemed to have expected it. Although they were worried, they did not dare to speak out to persuade.

The so-called reopening of a new dynasty means that the gods in the heavens will support the kings of all walks of life, and then use the human world as the battlefield to fight each other.During this period, a large number of gods and stars will be reincarnated into the human world and participate in the battlefield.

In the end, the winner will destroy the old dynasty and establish a new dynasty, and everyone from top to bottom will gain great luck. Even the losers will use this killing calamity to wear away the calamity in their bodies, so as to gain spiritual advancement.

More importantly, the calamity of killing in the world can reduce the calamity of heaven and earth, so that when the final calamity comes, the power can be reduced.

In the past, basically every 300 years, humans were fighting on the battlefield.But now that King Meiling has taken charge of Shinto, even though 500 years have passed since the Daqian court, there are still no signs of its end.

This is obviously a good thing with huge profits.

Everyone has benefited, and they don’t know why King Mingling refuses to let go.

"Is there anything else? If not, just go back to work."

King Ming Ling continued to read the documents sent from the city's yamen in various places. In these days, Shinto has been opened up in Yinsi, Donghai, Beidi, and Xingkong. These places are all newly occupied territories and require more experienced gods to be stationed.

City gods from all over the country complained to him that there was a shortage of manpower everywhere.

Although the Shinto school has been opened, the group of gods who just graduated last year have only been practicing in the officialdom for less than a year and are not yet mature in their work.

The gods bowed slightly and were about to leave.

"correct."

"Is the Tianming Division planning to re-order the [Immortal Book] recently?"

Just as everyone was about to leave, King Minngling seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Yes, the time should be set in September this year."

"It's just that our Shinto will not be involved in the re-ordering of the Immortal Book this time. If the gods want to improve the ranking of the Immortal Book, they can go there in their own name."

"Whether life or death is related to my divine way."

The head of the Shinto [Fortune Department] took a step forward and spoke.

"Where will the venue for re-ordering the Immortal Book be decided this time?"

King Mingling nodded and continued to ask.

"In the star field of Kangsu, the specific location has not been determined yet." The head of the Fortune Department replied without thinking.

"Tell the Tianming Division that this time [Re-Order of the Immortal Book] will be held in the Imperial Capital, and I will provide the personnel and venue."

The Tianming Department is the department in charge of immortal books in the heaven. It is actually a Qingshui Yamen, similar to an archives office.

"I'm afraid they don't want to. Many geniuses live in the heaven. It's not that easy to come down to earth. Moreover, they don't like the environment of the human world very much."

The head of the Fortune Department hesitated.

"This time No. 1 can get a Golden Immortal Dao Fruit."

"This is my extra reward."

King Mingling continued to speak.

As soon as he said these words, the hearts of many gods here jumped. Although most people present simply followed the immortal path, not the divine way, the words "Golden Immortal Dao Fruit" still surprised them.

"Your Majesty, is this reward too heavy? This is the Golden Immortal..."

"Just do it. Since they want to use the human world to prevent the disaster, why can't I do the opposite? Killing one immortal is more useful than killing ten thousand people or 10 people."

The ink pen in King Ming Ling's hand lightly circled a document. If anyone was by his side at this moment, they would be able to see that this was a letter of invitation from the Qingzhou City God's Yamen.

The person who requested the seal was none other than the one promoted by Fallen Dragon Pass... Qiu Ping.

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"Wow, this is the Imperial Capital. This is too big."

Qiu Ping stood on the ferry where thirteen Cao rivers converged, looking up at the almost endless city wall in the distance.

In the endless flat wilderness, a brick and stone city rises from the ground.

The surrounding areas are plains and fertile soil, with almost no natural dangers to defend.

According to legend, this was a rule set by the Taizu of this dynasty when he founded the country, which ordered all emperors in the past dynasties not to move their capitals. If they were all moved to the imperial capital by the enemy, then the dynasty would be dead.

In this way, the Daqian Dynasty was rich in martial virtue from top to bottom, and most of the emperors were extremely enterprising.

"what is that?"

Qiu Ping and Gu Xiaowan were preparing to proceed when they suddenly saw several huge six-masted and three-story ships coming down the Cao River that connected the north.

There were many armored men standing solemnly on the boat. Although they were far away, the evil spirit was coming towards them.

Qiu Ping has been to the Northland and knows that although the human dynasty lacks high-end combat power, the strength of the middle and lower levels is not bad. They used the divine weapon method of Shinto to forge a new martial arts method, known as [Bingwu].

Although they cannot live long, nor can they fly to the sky or escape from the earth, those with strong strength can still reach the level of Yuan Shen, and can even surpass the realm of martial saints, comparable to the immortals of the sect or the ancestral gods of the demon clan.

These martial arts practitioners are like meteors streaking across the sky. In just a few decades, they can develop a body of terrifying strength. If it were not for their lack of stamina, they would have been banned by the heavens long ago.

Several large ships stopped at the pier. A group of soldiers set up the planks of the ship and drove a large number of ragged, smelly young men and some women off the ship.

This movement also attracted many people nearby to watch. Seeing these people, everyone cheered.

Qiu Ping listened for a while, but he knew where these people came from.

It turned out that these were all captives from the North. Since the year before last, the imperial court had used troops to the north to win steadily, expanding its territory for thousands of miles and destroying hundreds of tribes, large and small.The ordinary old and weak prisoners stayed in the Northland and were managed by officials sent to the Northland, while all these young men and women were sent to the Imperial Capital.

The men were broken up and sent to work as slaves, while the women were sold to the homes of dignitaries to be made into rare playthings.

"Actually, just send them to plow the fields. In a few decades, they will be indistinguishable from us."

Qiu Ping shook his head aside.

For the gods, both the Daqian Dynasty and these Hu people who could be assimilated were tools that could provide them with incense.

But for the common people and officials on both sides, they have a blood feud that has lasted for thousands of years.

If either party fails, they will face the same fate.At the end of the previous dynasty, turmoil broke out in the Central Plains. The barbarians from the north, led by King Khan, rushed into the Central Plains, kidnapped hundreds of thousands of people, and massacred countless people.

Thanks to the fact that the troubled times did not last long, Taizu Daqian quickly put down the turmoil and strictly guarded the Northland, so he did not give the Northland a chance to go further.

"Let's go into the city. There's nothing to see here, but that young general is quite heroic." Gu Xiaowan pulled Qiu Ping out of the crowd.

"Let's go into the city!"

Qiu Ping felt that he was full and full, so why did he want to have all these things? He was here to enjoy the colorful world.

There must be more than 300 large and small portals on the four walls of the Imperial Capital. After all, this is a huge city covering an area of ​​thousands of miles with a population of tens of millions. This was unimaginable in the feudal era of his previous life.

However, the city wall is not high, only about eight feet. Not to mention the Defense Immortal, even the [Military and Martial Arts] masters can also jump in.

Of course, the little loach didn't dare to fly in without permission.

He saw a large number of formations densely packed on the city, and if he rushed in rashly, he might not end up well.

This is not only the headquarters of the human dynasty, but also the headquarters of Shinto.

Qiu Ping and Gu Xiaowan had no choice but to transform. Qiu Ping turned into a seven or eight-year-old boy with a small black face, a broad forehead, and the whiskers on his lips. Although his face was ordinary, his eyes were It spins round and round, and there is a bit of cunning in it.

And Gu Xiaowan transformed... Gu Xiaowan didn't need to transform, she was a human being, she just needed to control the divine light on her body.Otherwise, based on the cultivation of her Yuanshen, with ice muscles and jade bones, and a gleaming light all over her body, she looked like a goddess.

The two of them queued up with the crowd in front of the small gate, but they didn't have any complaints or dissatisfaction and kept chatting away.

After all, this is a rare experience for them.

"Why can they go through the gate?"

Just as they were queuing up from the side door, they saw the [Shenwu Gate] on one side wide open. The many soldiers they had seen on the big ship before surrounded a young general, leading thousands of prisoners, and swaggered into the city. Go, that door is much wider than the small door that the group of them squeezed into.

"Shh, keep quiet!"

"You, a little girl, are desperate for your life. That's Mr. Champion Hou. How can I allow you to point your fingers at me?"

Seeing Gu Xiaowan pointing at the group of soldiers, an old man next to him quickly stopped him.

"Don't you understand this? This is called class. I am a powerful person, but you are just a commoner now. How can you still be the same?" Qiu Ping chuckled, but he didn't find it strange at all.

"Next time he leaves the city, we will find a place to beat him up and let him taste the fists of the assholes." Gu Xiaowan curled his lips, what are these mortals so good at? In terms of strength, there are several Even if the martial arts masters of the same level come together, she can beat them until they cry for father and mother.

"It makes sense. I've said it a long time ago. The people are the masters of the world. If I were in charge of Shinto, I would demote all these powerful people to ordinary people. The gods would directly connect with the people without making any difference to the middlemen."

The little loach was also following Hu Lilie.

And the old man who tried to dissuade him heard the conversation between the two. He could only understand half of it at first, but it seemed like he was listening to two people talking crazy words at the back.

"It turned out to be two lunatics, which is a pity."

The old man shook his head, picked up the load and left.

Gu Xiaowan laughed loudly from the side, and the resentment that had just arisen in his heart dissipated.

The inspection speed of the team at this side gate is very fast, and there is no need to pay a fee. As long as they see that you do not carry weapons or kerosene, you will be let through directly.

"Di Jing, here I come!"

Gu Xiaowan happily rushed in, entered the door, turned a slight corner, and found a wide main road that could accommodate more than a dozen horses and carriages. People and horses were passing by on the road, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sweat and cow and horse excrement.

There are dense shops on both sides, one next to the other, with almost no gaps.

The shops selling ready-made clothes, buying food, and selling grains, rice, oil, and sauces were messier and dirtier than the scenes Qiu Ping had seen in the TV series in his previous life, but they were more lifelike.

Originally, even modern township markets were not that clean. It was even more difficult to achieve such conditions in ancient times.

The little loach looked at the bun shop next to it. The big buns that had just come out of the cage were steaming hot, with some fat leaking out of them. They looked very appetizing.

"Don't look at it. This doesn't taste good at first glance. I'll take you to a big restaurant. I have money!"

Gu Xiaowan took the little loach away. We are here to experience the prosperity of the world, not to eat these rough and simple foods.

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about? Who doesn't know that my Bao's steamed buns are the best in this street?" The shopkeeper who came out holding the steamer was not happy. What could this girl say?

But the little loach seemed to be welded to the ground and refused to leave.

"Okay, okay, shopkeeper, I want all these buns."

Gu Xiaowan was at a loss for Qiu Ping, so he took out a piece of gold, slapped it on the table, and took away the steamer with it.

"Hey, I won't do your business today..."

The shopkeeper wanted to stick to his pride in his own steamed buns, but when he saw the gold ingot, which was estimated to be ten taels, he swallowed the second half of the sentence and put the gold into his sleeve with lightning speed.

No pride is as lovely as gold.

The little loach was holding a steamer basket that was nearly twice as wide as the others, holding it with one hand and holding a large meat bun while gnawing on it.

The shopkeeper really didn't lie. He spared no effort to put meat in this bun. The half-fat and half-lean pork was beaten into fine pieces. The fat was heated and turned into soup. One bite left his mouth full of oil.

However, Gu Xiaowan is a pure cultivator of the Immortal Sect. She is not interested in this kind of meaty food, but she surprisingly likes eating candied haws.

She spent an ingot of gold and bought a stack of candied haws from the old man on the side. She just carried it and ate it while walking.

The style of the two of them is very explosive even in the extremely tolerant Imperial Capital.

Many people looked at them sideways, and of course, among the many scrutinizing glances, there were also some malicious looks.

After all, when these two people were spending lavishly, they still looked like they didn't understand the world. Aren't they the big fat sheep that came to their doorstep?

All of a sudden, vendors from all around gathered around, actively selling various gadgets.

But Qiu Ping and Gu Xiaowan were not interested in anything other than eating.

(End of this chapter)