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Chapter 120 : The Beginning of the Blood-Clothed
In the exquisitely decorated room, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and the air seemed to be filled with a hint of gunpowder.
Compared to Liu Wang, whose expression had changed drastically and who looked agitated, Ming Chen was as steady as a fisherman on his platform, completely calm.
He didn't care about the other's aggressive pressure, but simply asked Liu Wang, "Brother Liu, why don't you ask your elder brother if he remembers the child who gave him a meal in Qingzhou six years ago?"
A qualified investor never puts all their eggs in one basket. Look at the Crown Prince, look at the old emperor, look at the imperial daughter, look at the Northern Emperor...
There's no harm in investing a little more. Even if a sick stock like the Crown Prince falls, there will always be one that rises and can be used.
Ěnŭ mа̇ . і̆d́
Even for the most unlikely one, he wouldn't hesitate to invest a little.
For example, the Blood-Clothed Army.
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Back when it was a startup stock, it didn't even have a name.
"What?!"
Liu Wang trembled again, his eyes widening as he looked at Ming Chen in disbelief, exclaiming, "You are the Arrogant Ghost?!"
Ming Chen: ?
Е num̀ à
What kind of ghostly thing was an Arrogant Ghost?
So unpleasant to the ear!
When did he say he wanted to join the Blood-Clothed Army?!
After all this, it turned out Xiao Xinyue's guess was right.
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Now it was Ming Chen's turn to be dumbfounded.
However, before he could say anything.
Е̂n u m̆ а̀
Liu Wang suddenly retracted the sleeve sword in his hand, immediately knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Ming Chen with a face full of reverence. "Liu Wan thanks benefactor for the great kindness of saving my life!"
Ming Chen smiled and said teasingly, "Weren't you asking me for a drink? Weren't you asking me to promote you more?"
This person was a friend, not an enemy.
Having confirmed Ming Chen's identity, Liu Wang got up, scratched the back of his head, and gave a dry laugh. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I have a loose tongue. Benefactor, please don't mind."
Ming Chen poured him a cup of wine, motioned for him to sit back down, and asked, "Is Wang Huai well?"
This special name was asked so directly by Ming Chen. If this were in an environment with more people, they would probably both be thrown into prison.
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Wang Huai, the leader of the Blood-Clothed Army, the most hated name in the capital of Great Qian. The powerful and noble feared him like a snake or a scorpion, the emperor hated him to the bone, and a nationwide warrant was out for his arrest. Anyone who could get his head could be enfeoffed as a marquis of ten thousand households and have as much gold, silver, and glory as they wanted.
But at the same time, this was also the most revered name in the lands ravaged by the Blood-Clothed Army in the south. This reverence had already been carved into their bones and blood, becoming a faith. The most fanatical and devout of the Blood-Clothed Army were willing to give everything for their leader, to die for their leader, to do anything for their leader.
In this enemy's stronghold, Liu Wang, who had been cautious all day long, could finally see a person he could have a sincere conversation with.
If Ming Chen were to harm him, he would accept it.
His face gradually flushed, as if he was a little excited. He said to Ming Chen, "Replying to benefactor, my elder brother is fine now."
Ming Chen waved his hand lightly. "I think it's more comfortable to interact like we just did. Don't call me benefactor, just call me Ming Chen. I'm not even as old as you!"
Ӗn̄ ũm̌ а̀
"Uh... ahem, alright! Then benefactor... Lord Ming, just call me Wang Liu."
"Alright!"
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...
Ming Chen could see the gods, demons, and ghosts of the world, and he could see extraordinary and strange people.
Six years ago, there was a great drought in the south.
The grain harvest failed, but the court still demanded tribute. With layers of officials exploiting them, the heavy pressure fell on the shoulders of the common people.
E n um â. і̇ d
In Qingzhou, there were some refugees from the south. Unable to survive under the harsh government, they had fled here, without identity, without a home, living like wild dogs.
They begged on the streets, became slaves and servants just for a full meal.
When Ming Chen went out, he saw a man in tattered clothes. He had a full forehead and a prominent brow ridge, his eyes long, narrow, and sharp. A single glance from him made one feel uneasy.
But his condition was not good. He was sallow and emaciated, his lips were chapped, and his spirit was weak, as if he would starve to death in the next second.
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He was also carrying a comatose, sickly person on his back, tied with a rope.
He could see that this person could turn the world upside down, so he gave him a steamed bun, saving his life on the brink of starvation.
Е̄n ū m а̇ . і̃ d̆.
The man wolfed down the food and then kowtowed to Ming Chen to thank him for his life-saving grace.
Even though the other party was just a six or seven-year-old child.
The two had an encounter.
Ming Chen was best at tailoring his approach to the person, at speaking human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts.
In just a few words, he had resonated with Wang Huai.
It shocked Wang Huai greatly. The vision of this child of about ten years old was broader than anyone he had ever met. The child's wisdom was astonishing.
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The words he spoke, the principles he explained, seemed to speak directly to his heart.
It made his blood boil, all his confusion dissipated, and all his doubts were suddenly cleared up.
Even, Ming Chen had, both overtly and covertly, pointed out a path for him, a direction.
He had already reached a dead end, with no way to retreat.
It was better to risk his life and do something, so as not to have lived these decades in vain.
After some days, he thanked Ming Chen and bid him farewell.
Ӗn̄ uṁ а̇
Ming Chen gave him a small piece of fruit. He was reluctant to eat it and gave it to his younger brother.
...
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Two years later, the man who was on the verge of starvation while carrying his sickly younger brother on his back ran to a southern province, assassinated the prefectural governor, and shouted, "Are kings and nobles born to their station?" A single stone that stirred up a thousand waves.
'The celestial spirits do not save people, the gods and Buddhas are not compassionate.
Better to believe in me, the Blood-Clothed Ghost, to overthrow the rules and save the mortal world.
The blue sky is unjust, the emperor is fatuous. Rather than struggle in suffering,
Ẇ е̇b̀ñ о v̈ ѐl Е̂n u̇ m а
Better to soak our armor in fresh blood, rise in rebellion, and create that peaceful nation with me.'
The mighty Blood-Clothed Army rose with the momentum. The court was already corrupt, and the long-oppressed common people stained their clothes with blood and joined the Blood-Clothed righteous army.
In four years, war broke out in the north, and the Blood-Clothed Army gained power.
Wang Huai founded the Blood-Clothed Holy Cult, with nine core leaders in charge of all aspects of the army, known as the Nine Ghosts of the Blood-Clothed.
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The Nine Ghosts brought disaster to the nation.
The vast army did not know that the cause of everything was a conversation their leader had with a ten-year-old child six years ago.
Е ńumа.і́ d̆
Six years ago, Wang Liu survived because of half a piece of fruit. Now, he had finally met the magical child his brother had mentioned so many times.
Six years had passed in a flash. The clever child from back then had already grown into such a gifted and fiendish talent.
Wang Liu could guess that Ming Chen was probably not someone who could be loyal to the court, loyal to a fatuous monarch.
But he hadn't expected such a surprise.
This person was actually his benefactor whom he had never met.
Others did not know that the Blood-Clothed Army actually had a total of ten ghosts, there was one last ghost.
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The Arrogant Ghost.
His brother had told him that he must invite the child who had saved their lives to join the Blood-Clothed Army, under the name of the Arrogant Ghost.
It wasn't just because the child had saved their lives, but also because of the child's abilities.
Long before Xiao Zhengyang, there was already a Ming Chen fan in this world.
Wang Huai was very clear about Ming Chen's talents.
Now that Wang Liu had finally met Ming Chen, he was indeed extraordinary.
Eň ū m̊а̌
As his brother had said, this person had the power to change the world. No matter what he did, he would always amaze the world.
...
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The seed planted back then, although Ming Chen had not taken care of it, had already grown into a towering tree after six years.
Ming Chen took a sip of wine and joked, "I thought that after he became the leader of the Blood-Clothed Army, admired by millions of followers, he would have forgotten about a worthless child like me~"
He had indeed facilitated this matter. What he had given was nothing more than a few meals, some lip service, and half a peace fruit.
Now it seemed that this Wang Huai was really something.
Wе̂ ḃ ṅо v̄е l Ӗ ň u mа
Wang Liu hurriedly waved his hand. "I wouldn't dare! My brother often mentions you. He was even preparing to go to Qingzhou to invite you to join the Blood-Clothed Army!"
Ming Chen: ...
'The places the Blood-Clothed Army passes through aren't much better. You guys better not come and wreak havoc in my hometown.'
'That... I don't actually want to join the Blood-Clothed Army.'
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How to put it?
The first wave of a peasant uprising was very likely to die out quickly, becoming the biggest target.
E̊nu̇ m̄à . і̆d̊
Moreover, Ming Chen had never been very supportive of founding a nation based on proselytizing and faith.
Although it was a quick way to gain momentum and train an army that was not afraid of death, once the person at the hub of power died, it could easily lead to an irreversible collapse, and it would also be difficult to manage in the future.
"Uh..."
Wang Liu was also good at reading people. Seeing that Ming Chen seemed to have little interest in the Blood-Clothed Army, he couldn't help but ask, "Lord Ming doesn't want to join my Blood-Clothed Army?"
"Lord Ming, if you join the Blood-Clothed Army, we will definitely not treat you unfairly."
Anyway, he had already been exposed, and Ming Chen didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards him.
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So Wang Liu didn't mince his words.
Ming Chen waved his hand, not explicitly refusing, only saying, "Let's talk about it later."
"Uh... alright."
Hearing Ming Chen's response, Wang Liu's mouth twitched. In the end, he didn't say anything more, just sighed softly.
Even if the other party was dead set on not joining them, there was nothing they could do.
He was their life-saving benefactor. They could only invite, not force.
W e̊ bn о̃v̌ е̊ l̈ Е̌ň ũ m а̌_
Faintly, he felt that his brother's plan was going to fall through.
"What are you doing in the capital?"
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"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Ming Chen threw a piece of fruit into his mouth and asked casually.
Six years had passed, and this person's appearance had changed quite a bit. He almost didn't recognize him.
These officials now were really not efficient. For Wang Liu to be able to sneak in and even become the top scholar was simply outrageous.
E ňŭṁ а́.iď
He was now a ticking time bomb. Whoever he touched would have to die with him.
This guy was also a bold one, not afraid of the trouble it would cause if he was exposed in the future.
Wang Liu shook his head, his eyes shining, his gaze quite determined. "Lord Ming, I am not afraid of death."
"You should be clear about the great benefits of me blending in here."
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Intelligence was very important. He could learn some basic systems and upper-class thinking in the court, and he could also cause destruction in the capital, spread public opinion, spread faith, and establish an organization to coordinate from within and without... in short, there were many benefits.
If there was a chance to assassinate the fatuous emperor, it would save them even more trouble.
Еnū mа̇. і̇d
Ming Chen shrugged. "As long as you're happy."
Wang Liu looked into Ming Chen's eyes. "Lord Ming... then what are you doing here?"
From the beginning, Wang Liu had found it strange. A person like Ming Chen should not be loyal to this corrupt country, this foolish monarch.
So he had been observing and probing, wanting to see if Ming Chen could be won over.
But now that he knew the other's identity, he was even more curious. What did Ming Chen really want to do?
Ming Chen: 'That, I want to take a small bribe.'
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'Perhaps, the Blood-Clothed Army is the kind of person Ming Chen is targeting?'
(End of Chapter)
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