Qian Yiqun first used the inspiration of spiritual essence to let them do their daily routine, and then used this reward task to force them to form a team.

These gangsters who were unable to tell the truth quickly saw the benefits, and there was an additional "distinguishing" procedure when killing people. Any Han people locked them back into the gate, and all the Jurchens were killed. Because they were not officers and soldiers, there was no problem of working for their superiors, and they did not need to prepare supplies for their chariots and horses. They really achieved speed and full fighting spirit.

If Qian Yiqun turns Liaodong into a game field, then the most favorable measure is not to jump down and be a player by himself, but to become an operating company, control an NPC government like Wu Sangui, and issue orders that are beneficial to him. Of course, Qian Yiqun is also well versed in the rules of the game. There cannot be only tasks without rewards, otherwise everyone will go to monsters and upgrade, so who will do the tasks?

For those tourists in the world, gold and silver are needed, but not the most urgent. What they need most is to awaken the spiritual world, become a reserve for the gods, lay the foundation for future punches of Jurchen Mongolians, kicking Li Chuang and Zhang Ni. However, tracing back to the end, these people always say that the strong are respected, and in their hearts they are nothing more than to make a name for themselves.

That's the case...

"By the way, let the secretaries in the yamen work harder and publish these merit values ​​to the public, so that everyone entering and leaving Shanhaiguan can see it. Every month, the list will be replaced, and there will be handsome horses and beautiful women. The first merit value exceeds one million, the court can also grant their family an imperial edict!"

Qian Yiqun said this.

As time goes by, more and more news reaches Shanhaiguan, and the story of the kind-hearted man holding the dragon and praying for rain is becoming more and more bizarre. Many people do not believe in the promises given by the government, but they trust Qian Yiqun very much. Especially some Jiangnan knights, who praise the story of the kind-hearted man killing the captain Chou Fan Wencheng everywhere.

The officials of Shanhaiguan were helpless and had to ask Qian Yiqun to come out as a testimony, saying that they would never go back on their word.

"Taoist, I have always been kind-hearted in ancient Taoism. Anyone who has issued a red seal notice in the Bing Town has issued a notice but does not fulfill it. Taoist, I will definitely take you into the yamen and kill the fat dog official who broke his promise!" Qian Yiqun said fiercely in front of countless children in the world.

The officials wanted to deceive the kind-hearted people to be a guarantor, but they didn't expect that the kind-hearted person would not play according to the routine and could not understand where his kindness was. However, they did not intend to play tricks on this matter. Anyway, the price was very small, but the receipt was obvious.

When Sun Chengzong's handsome flag appeared in Shanhaiguan again, he was inexplicably surprised and thought he had gone to the wrong place.

Ten miles away from Guanmen, there was a lot of traffic. A large number of Liaodong specialties were transported to the west and south. More and more people gathered here, unlike those fugitives. They were filled with joy of hope and wanted to go to Liaodong to make a fortune.

After the army finally got into the city, Sun Chengzong didn't care about meeting the governor of Shanhaiguan and general, and first went to the Wu family to meet Qian Yiqun.

"I have heard the Taoist priest's advice." Sun Chengzong said straight to the point, "Everything else is easy to deal with, but the imperial edict..."

"The Tao has already sent a letter to His Majesty. I think the imperial edict will arrive soon." Qian Yiqun said with a smile.

"Then it's safer." Sun Chengzong wiped his cold sweat: You even dare to make a promise from the imperial court in private. Do you know that you are a plot?

"Speaking of this, in just one month, the morale of Shanhaiguan has been greatly boosted." Qian Yiqun said. "This method can actually be promoted nationwide."

Sun Chengzong smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "Dao Master, do you know about Yan Yin?"

"I know a little bit." Qian Yiqun nodded.

The Ming Dynasty implemented a monopoly on breaking its word. Merchants sold as much salt as they could. However, the country is in chaos now, and private salt is everywhere. Therefore, salt is just a fig leaf.

"The establishment of salt inscriptions was actually to solve the problem of eating grain at the border." Sun Chengzong said. "We had nine borders in the Ming Dynasty, and there were barbarians outside the border. We had to rely on local garrisons to implement military garrisons, but they were really ineffective. We had to transport grain from Central Plains and Huguang, and the loss was too great. Therefore, the court said: Anyone who was a merchant and a civilian transported as much grain to the Jiubian would issue as much salt inscriptions. The salt was very beneficial, so the merchants implemented the military garrisons on the Jiubian to supply military garrisons, which saved the 200-year peace in the border of the Ming Dynasty."

"This idea is very genius, why did it get rid of it later?" Qian Yiqun was very surprised.

"The affairs of the court, hahaha." Sun Chengzong saw that the young Taoist priest was not very clear about the ghosts of human hearts, so he didn't want to say much. Although he was the head of a military corpse, he was still wearing the cloak of a civil servant, right? He couldn't tear his own table.

"So what the Taoist priest did is not rare for the court." Sun Chengzong said, "but the effect is particularly good, and it seems that he still has to accept it."

If a person’s name and the shadow of a tree are changed, how can he gather so many people?

Qian Yiqun smiled, accepted Sun Chengzong's flattery, and asked, "Where is my student Yang Ai?"

"Thanks to Miss Yang, I have brought enough food, gunpowder, clothes and quilts, which has really made great contributions to the court." Sun Chengzong said with a smile.

Qian Yiqun nodded: "I'm waiting for her to come."

"Oh? Didn't you delay the Taoist priest's affairs?" Sun Chengzong politely said.

"It's okay," Qian Yiqun smiled, "It's not a big deal."

"But I can help?" Sun Chengzong was not polite this time, but sincere.

"The Master of the Pavilion can come and watch the ceremony." Qian Yiqun said, "I want to reopen the Yuqing Sect Altar."

Sun Chengzong took a breath: This is not a big deal? Is there anything bigger than the continuation of this Dharma lineage?

Qian Yiqun had long wanted to open the game.

The form of Shanhaiguan is better than his imagination. The reason is not only for the purpose of "developing the spiritual world", but some people also obtained great wealth with the imperial court's "private license", which stimulated more desperate people to go to Liaodong, a place of chaos.

Seeing so many people making the reputation of the government and having to work hard, the things that were done by these desperate people in a blink of an eye were finished. All they paid was just a list. Qian Yiqun was absolutely urgently needed someone to help him and dig out "Jiang Yanzi" from the vast white mountains and black waters.

Especially when the mother-in-law has no task prompts at all, how can she complete the task without launching the human sea tactic?

There is another level. Jiang Anzi was at least a person from three hundred years ago and had an ice jade and cold iron mirror in his hand. How could ordinary people know that he was famous for a nation without writing? Even if he was famous for a while, how long could this history be passed down for a nation without writing?

So Qian Yiqun found that not only did he have to dig this "Jiang'anzi" in a sea of ​​people, but he also had to have a group of believers of sufficient standards to do this together.

Since I am destined to inherit the lineage of the God of the Ancestral Sect and open the Yuqing Sect, why not do this here? Especially in the Liaodong area, the folk customs are simple, the witch style is prosperous, and the number of Taoist believers is better than that in the south, which is a place that has great potential.

Although Qian Yiqun had this, he still consulted the opinions of He Shouqing, the Iron Staff Taoist, and his mother-in-law in advance. The former believed that it was too hasty to start a sect and should wait for the Tianshi Mansion to do this together. The latter talked about many old things, and the conclusion was: When disciples cannot take on the main role, they should still not rush to open the door.

However, the two seniors all recommended the opening statement.

As long as you erect the Jade Qing Sect Altar, take out Yuanshi Tianzun, and spread some small tricks and tricks, you will not stimulate the Tianshi Mansion, but you can also deal with Qian Yiqun's current situation.

"That's how I think," Qian Yiqun's mind turned around and said slowly, "After opening the altar to invite gods, I want to set up a system of ghost soldiers and sacrificial wine according to the Zutianshi, and establish a hierarchy of believers in the Yuqing Altar to give rewards for the contributions made by this altar."

Sun Chengzong nodded and said, "If this can indeed inspire believers to make progress, will the Taoist priest not open the altar to preach in advance?"

"No need to be so troublesome," Qian Yiqun said with a smile. "I plan to get tenth grade. When their achievements reach the sixth grade, I will pass on their magic. When they reach the eighth grade, they can pass on their treasures. When they reach the ninth grade, they will be qualified to listen to lectures and learn. If I want me to open the door and store it, at least I will get the tenth grade. After three years of hardship, it is possible."

Sun Chengzong stared at Qian Yiqun in a daze and thought to himself: I thought you were finally going to teach the Dharma, but it turned out to be a means to coax people to do their best!

"But the first thing to do when opening this time is to accept Yang Ai as his disciple." Qian Yiqun smiled, "so that's why I've been waiting for her, that's the reason."

"I really want to congratulate Miss Yang." Sun Chengzong smiled.

Qian Yiqun pretended to be pretentious and said, "I don't know if they are happy or not."

...

Of course, Yang Ai had no reason to be unhappy. Her idea was very simple. As long as she could be with her teacher every day and night, she would be willing to be a slave and a maid, let alone become a serious disciple who entered the house? As a student with ordinary spiritual essence, ordinary swordsmanship and low talent in spells, Yang Ai never thought that the honor of the Kaishan disciple would fall on her. She didn't know that Fang Qingzhu had already started her first step.

This good fortune made Gu Meiniang and Liu Dingding envious. Liu Dingding was just envious, but Gu Meiniang took practical actions and went to Qian Yiqun to cry and make a fuss. However, Qian Yiqun's daily elixir was able to shake a little girl? She looked like you were making trouble and the bright moon shining on the river, and directly sank Meiniang between the white mountains and black waters.

"Okay!" Just after Gu Meiniang was crying, Qian Yiqun made a noise: "You are already my student, even if you are at the ninth level. As long as you reach the tenth level, I will take you into the game, and it doesn't take three years of hard work. How about it?"

"Don't go back on your word!" Gu Meiniang jumped up, "I'll write to my mother now."

"Go and go." Qian Yiqun waved his hand and said helplessly.

Gu Meiniang thought she had a plan to sell it, so she ran to Fu Yuze with a loud laugh all the way.

But she didn't see Qian Yiqun's face smug, and she didn't expect that the teacher would tie Fu Shao Fu Yuze from the Tianshi Mansion with her.
Chapter completed!