Chapter 798: Song Gongbao (A tribute to Alliance Leader KKRGUN!)

After crossing the river, he arrived in the northern territory.

Aaron rode Xiaoyu, crossing mountains and ridges all the way, traveling very quickly.

And the further north he went, the more chaotic he felt the region was.

Things like mountain bandits and horse thieves, refugees and robbers, and even charlatan shamans and witches, or blood sacrifices to mountain lords and river gods, were simply countless and increasing.

According to what he heard along the way, this Zhongyuan had been suffering from a great drought for three years, and with the government's relief efforts being ineffective, many refugees had already appeared in every county.

There were even greenwood heroes who broke into the estates of wealthy families, raised banners, and acted as masters of the mountains and forests.

"This certainly doesn't mean the other party has the divine ability to bewitch people's hearts, but rather that this person's Qi Number is grand, possessing the pattern of an Anti-King?"

Song Gongbao's face was full of smiles, but his voice was very low: "We have left the stronghold to handle the important matter of amnesty, so we must not create extra complications! I just saw that this Taoist was extraordinary and wanted to make his acquaintance. Even if the acquaintance fails, it is nothing. For people in the Jianghu, righteousness comes first; it is merely a matter of some money..."

"This is... a star entering his fate, the talent of a brave general?!"

In reality, from Aaron's perspective, with the world in such a state, the responsibility of the foolish ruler and greedy officials could account for about half.

Most of them had blood flowing from their seven orifices, their faces pale, looking just like soul-reaping evil ghosts!

Aaron took a look and secretly thought it a pity: "Alas, the one they follow is not a good man; I fear they will not die a natural death in the future!"

Xiaoyu was a tiger after all; it was fine to eat vegetarian for a meal or two during a performance, but eating vegetarian all the time would be fatal.

Before long, the innkeeper's wife came over timidly and served tea to Aaron.

Vaguely, it also seemed to align with a certain star in the sky.

Xiaoyu let out a roar, instantly scaring everyone and every horse in this roadside inn until they were turned upside down.

His bundle was bulging, clearly containing other weapons inside.

Originally, this woman had a touch of red on her chest and a bit of a flirtatious air, but at this moment her face was pale, and the powder on her face was falling off in flakes.

He was not someone who would eat a meal without paying, so he threw out a piece of silver first.

But after all, the Great Song Dynasty was like a rotten ship that still had three pounds of nails; the Imperial Court could afford the consumption, but the greenwood could not.

Although, looking at the innkeeper's appearance, even if he not only ate for free but also demanded money from him, he would surely offer it with both hands.

Before long, a few vegetable dishes and large white steamed buns were also served on the table.

Only then did Aaron descend from the tiger's back in a leisurely manner and smile: "Immeasurable... that Heavenly Venerable, this poor Taoist is Xulingzi, here to rest for a while. If my mount has startled everyone, please do not take offense..."

Aaron raised his teacup slightly to signal, his expression indifferent, clearly not wanting to pay attention.

And that table of people were each different.

Roar, roar!

The other half was because the population was too large, the land too little, and production technology had not broken through, resulting in natural and man-made disasters!

All contradictions erupted at once; even if there were wise rulers and virtuous ministers in the Imperial Court, they would be powerless to save the situation.

The several big men around were nodding repeatedly, as if brainwashed, feeling great admiration for this big brother.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up a chopstick of stir-fried three-fresh and secretly activated his Spirituality vision.

One of them, a man with a thin build and dark skin but eyes that were bright and spirited, stood up: "Greetings, Daoist... I am Song Gongbao. Seeing the Daoist's Taming Tiger Divine Ability today, I am very drawn to it and would like to make your acquaintance!"

The innkeeper was so scared his legs were trembling, almost thinking he had encountered a monster!

After all, how could a mortal drive a White Tiger?

Aaron ignored him, came into the shop and sat down, ordering: "Serve this poor Taoist a few vegetable dishes and some pastries will do... and give my mount twenty catties of meat."

Even Shakyamuni lamented that divine abilities could not surpass karma, so what could mortals do?

Aaron crossed mountains and ridges, and having grown tired of eating wild game, he drove Xiaoyu back to the official road and found an inn, preparing to change his palate.

Aaron did not want wine and just started eating like that.

Aaron ignored her, tipped a string of small coins, took the clear tea, and sniffed it slightly: "This tea is passable..."

However, at least no one had openly shouted the slogan of rebellion yet, allowing the Great Song to still whitewash the peace.

This time he was also going to meet a key figure; he also knew the ropes and would not be fooled by a few small Inspector positions. At the very least, he had to obtain the title of a General of Miscellaneous Titles to bring honor to his ancestors!

These few people thought their voices were very low and they were far away, so they would not be heard.

Several days later.

"Daoist..."

He also said to the innkeeper: "Put all of this Daoist's expenses on my tab!"

That dark-faced man with the strength to wrestle a tiger also had black blood overflowing from his nose and mouth, yet his eyes were wide open.

Oh, no, since he had responded to the Heavenly Mandate, it was not rebellion, but rather comforting the people and punishing the guilty, acting on behalf of Heaven—it was the trend of the times!

This did not require any Qi Gazing Technique; it was a conclusion that any person of insight in the world could reach.

Looking at Song Gongbao again, he had a Weird smile on his face, his whole body shrouded in a black-red aura, faintly blending with the fresh blood on his underlings, and still seeping into their brains!

Moreover, he also possessed Heavenly Mandate and Qi Luck, and it was far more powerful than the brave general beside him!

Because of this, Song Gongbao spent a large sum of money on bribes, opened up the channels, and was thinking of amnesty.

The surrounding Light inexplicably became dim, and everyone's face became blurry, like ghosts.

In fact, traveling in ancient times, wanting to enjoy oneself was a dream; being able to keep things generally clean was already quite rare.

At this time, the guests at the other tables who had been frightened finally regained their ability to speak.

Among them, one table had five or six big men, each carrying a whistle-stick on their back, with bundles tied to the ends of the sticks, clearly used for self-defense while traveling, as the roads were not peaceful.

Little did they know that Aaron had sharp ears and bright eyes; everything in the inn was as clear as looking at the palm of his hand. Hearing this, he only felt it was interesting: "This is a group of rebels wanting amnesty?"

"However, the arrival of troubled times is my opportunity."

This Song Gongbao also had a significant background; he was the leader of the number one greenwood stronghold in the north—Little Yellow Mountain Stronghold. He had tens of thousands of men under his command and had once broken into a county seat, thus attracting the attention of the Great Song Imperial Court, which had sent troops to suppress them several times, with both sides having their own victories and defeats.

Song Gongbao's hot face met a cold butt, but he did not mind and sat back down, clearly possessing excellent self-cultivation.

Among his companions, however, a burly, dark-faced man could not stand it and whispered: "This thief is so ignorant... What kind of hero is our big brother? Making his acquaintance is giving him face. Is a mere Taoist riding a tiger so impressive? When I was in the mountains, I killed no less than eight or ten tigers! As long as big brother gives the order, I will draw my blade in a moment to slaughter that White Tiger and peel its skin to make a chair cushion for big brother!"

Aaron smiled; since he was called Fang La, how could he not rebel?

"In that case, many thanks."

"Brother!"

"As expected... the great chaos will occur within ten years, will it?"

"Hey!"

"Furthermore, he has a strong ability to incite and rule his subordinates, making these followers willing to die for him!"

"Interesting, truly interesting!!"

(End of chapter)