The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

It’s not that Yu Jiaolong is narrow-minded and cannot tolerate these Miao people.

If Miaojiang can be successfully controlled, it would be a great thing.

Not only are there a large number of people joining the army, but there are also countless resources in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Southern Xinjiang is not a miserable grassland. Although the environment is very harsh with miasma, as long as we work hard to manage it, we can produce endless resources.

But this time it is different. Accepting and assimilating a race with a population of hundreds of millions is not that easy.

If it was just a small tribe with a population of several million, Yu Jiaolong would definitely fully support Fang Xun in doing so.

Although the Miao people were one family with them in ancient times, they have formed their own culture after so many years of development. Assimilation requires a huge amount of manpower and material resources.

If Xing Shanxun and others relapse during this period, even if they can be easily suppressed, it will also cause a lot of bad effects.

Facing Yu Jiaolong's questioning, Fang Xun already had a plan in mind.

"Zhao Ning, I have certainly taken into account your concerns. Integrating such a large population is not something that can be done overnight. It will take decades of perseverance to achieve results.

But in the beginning, it is still possible to just gain a considerable manpower."

Yu Jiaolong heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the other party did not seem to be making a rash decision, but rather made the decision after careful consideration.

"So what is the husband going to do?"

Quezhou on the side suddenly spoke.

“This matter is a long-term plan, and it cannot be explained in a few words, but I have already considered how to prevent Xing Shanxun and other Miao leaders from making changes.

All we need to do is set up a communication altar in the Shiwandashan Mountains and incorporate Southern Xinjiang into the Wuwo Fanyin network!"

"hiss--"

In an instant, Yu Jiaolong's eyes changed when she looked at Fang Xun.

"I was wondering why you changed your personality today. It turns out you were setting a trap for them. But can you and Ah Qing handle the brainwashing of hundreds of millions of people?"

The operating principle of "Selfless Brahma Sound" is to delete and modify the memory of the recipient, using new memories to cover old memories, so as to achieve the purpose of changing the recipient's mind.

But in this process, the donor will also be impacted by the recipient's memory.

Like what Fang Xun did in Jiangnan, he conducted large-scale house searches and arrested countless people, but rarely killed anyone.

So far, millions of people have been brainwashed to fill the gaps needed to manage and develop local areas, thus forming a system of absolutely loyal and impartial grassroots cadres.

Compared with the entire Jiangnan bureaucratic system, the number of these brainwashing personnel only accounted for less than 20%, but their existence played a leading role in influencing others and making the administration clear.

However, this brainwashing is not unlimited. Fang Xun and Bai Qingmeng were also impacted by the memories of millions of people.

Although it is affordable for them, if it were the hundreds of millions of people in Miao area, they would probably not be able to bear it.

This was exactly what Yu Jiaolong was worried about, but it made Fang Xun feel so confused that he couldn't help but knock on her head.

boom--

Yu Jiaolong held her head reflexively and said angrily, "Why did you hit me when you were just talking?"

Fang Xun laughed and said, "You are just imagining things. I don't know what this little head is thinking about all day long. How can Ah Qing and I brainwash all the Miao people?"

Yu Jiaolong rubbed his head and asked with an unhappy look: "So what do you mean?"

Fang Xun glanced at Quezhou and explained with a smile: "It is enough for Xing Shanxun and the others to know about Quezhou's existence."

Yu Jiaolong was stunned, thinking about something in her heart, and slowly returned to the future.

Quezhou's existence is a deterrent, but he will not easily use "Non-self Brahma Sound" to brainwash people on a large scale. This is the same as the fact that a nuclear bomb is most intimidating when it is not launched.

Fang Xun didn't necessarily have to force the other party to death. Otherwise, it would be truly terrifying if a Zhenwu land immortal gave up everything to become a terrorist and cause destruction in Jiangnan.

He believed that Xing Shanxun would only hesitate for a few days at most and then agree to his conditions.

Then the Yue Palace established the Southern Xinjiang Protectorate and incorporated the Shiwandashan Mountains into its territory. From then on, the Miao Jiang Royal Court would become history.

But even if they agreed, it would be nonsense to say that the Miao leaders would accept the reality all at once and be completely loyal to the Prince of Yue's Palace from then on.

However, because they were concerned about countless tribesmen, they did not dare to act rashly under the threat of Quezhou, the powerful weapon.

And Fang Xun didn't care about their little thoughts.

My strength will only grow stronger, making them more and more afraid to act.

In a few decades, he will either successfully break through the limit of gods and demons, or fail and be killed directly.

Needless to say, the might of the powerful in the realm of gods and demons makes it even more impossible for Miaojiang to relapse.

As for the latter situation, Fang Xun is already dead, so why worry so much?
"Hmph, you're the only one with so many evil ideas," Yu Jiaolong muttered unhappily.

At this time, Fang Xun turned his head and looked outside.

"What day is it today? Another guest is coming."

Yu Jiaolong was startled when she heard the words, and followed his gaze, overcoming many obstacles and arriving at the gate of the palace.

Then I saw a tall Tibetan youth coming to the gate.

The young man was dressed in black, carrying a dark purple sword on his back, and had a black word "Soldier" tattooed on his forehead.

He was a serious man, as cold as a piece of ice, causing the gatehouse and the servants to shiver.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Burial Valley, Bing Yi, I am here with a letter from the Valley Master, asking to see Marquis Lin Chuan."

The young man handed over a piece of book stamped with black and gold, and his voice was as cold and harsh as frosted sand.

But when the doorman heard the three words "Burial Valley", his face immediately became serious.

"So you are the senior from Buried Soldiers Valley. Please wait a moment. I will go and inform you first."

Bingyi nodded lightly and just stood quietly outside the gate waiting.

The other servants wanted to strike up a conversation, but the other party's cold expression made them swallow their words.

At this moment, Bing Yi seemed to have noticed something and his expression changed slightly.

Then a loud roar like thunder spread throughout the entire Jianye City.

"Fang Xun, get out!"

With a bang, two rays of light, one red and one white, appeared in the distance in an instant, arriving right above Jianye City, looking down from above.

For a moment, all the people in Jianye City felt a heaviness in their hearts, and were indescribably depressed. Everyone subconsciously looked up.

Then I saw two figures, one old and one young, standing in the void.

Among them, the old man was wearing a long gown, holding a ruler, wearing a Confucian cap, and had a solemn and stern face. He was the president of the Academy of Confucian Scholars - Wu Haoran.

The young man had a delicate face, was wearing a blood-stained shirt, had a cold expression, and dull pupils. In his hand, he held an ancient bronze sword that shone with a sacred golden light. It was actually Xue Linlang! (End of this chapter)