After leaving the Rongguo Mansion, Ma Daopo's steps became three points faster.

Today, the group not only achieved their own goals, but also made a considerable amount of money, which made Ma Daopo in a good mood.

Aunt Zhao took the initiative to attack herself and also took on most of the counterattacks of Ma Daopa's fortune. In this way, even 20% of those who fell on Ma Daopa would probably not be able to do so.

After a simple procedure, the subsequent problems have been reduced by five times. No wonder many people like to find white gloves!

In Ma Daopo’s opinion, you can get a large amount of money by just enduring a small part of your fortune counterattack, which is undoubtedly a very profitable thing!

And who would have thought that a sloppy Taoist who looked sloppy actually took out tens of thousands of taels of silver to treat him...

Being a real person should not behave like a person!

...

However, as he walked, such a doubt arose in Ma Daopo's heart. I wonder what the fellow man spent so much money to curse a child from the second wife of the Jia family?

It is bound to be a treasure that can be remembered by a Taoist true practitioner in every way!

Immediately afterwards, another thought arose: If there is really a treasure or something, should I take advantage of the opportunity to have a fight for a black fight?

Daopo Ma was a little moved.

But then, Daopo Ma shook his head again and gave up the idea.

If they seek wealth in their own family, they will not be able to make a mistake!

Yes, I can't do it!

Anyway, Daopa Ma herself refused to admit that she could not beat the sloppy Taoist!

There is also the small bronze mirror that I accidentally discovered. The intimidating aura on it made Ma Daopo unable to help but think of those magical instruments that only exist in the story books.

...

In the distance, a monk and Dao were watching Ma Daopo come out of the gate of Rongguo Mansion.

"You can actually find such a fellow-minded person to play chess pieces! In this way, even if we have some connections afterwards, it will be irrelevant."

After saying that, the bald monk stroking his hands and praised: "I will go to solve the troubles of the child later, and I will be considered a kindness. With the gratitude to repay, I naturally cannot be said to be forced! Brother Dao is indeed a good method!"

"What a trick? I just gave up some things outside my body!"

The lame Taoist stroked the peach wood stick in his hand and chuckled softly, "Besides, how can we appear to be our means in the end?"

"What a pity. After practicing, you will have to go all out!" The bald monk sighed.

The lame Taoist looked at the direction where Ma Daopo left expressionlessly and said, "Everything is something that everyone needs, and everyone needs. Since she reached out to take our things, she naturally has to pay what she wants!"

"Everyone has their own ambitions, how can we force it!"

The bald monk first sighed, then smiled and said, "But it is already a blessing to meet the Taoist brother! How dare you ask for more?"

The lame Taoist also laughed, "The road to seeking Tao is long, and with fellow Taoists, I will not be alone!"

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The grassland in the north.

The territory of the Kalaqin tribe was densely filled with migrated tribes.

At this time, in the golden tent in the tribe center, Moron and Maori were arguing.

...

"They admire my Wengniu Special tribe and voluntarily join in. Can I still not allow this Grand Master?" Maoriya sat there and said expressionlessly...

Next to him, Moron took a deep breath and asked, "But they are all young and strong in their respective tribes. Without them, there will be only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled in those small tribes. How can they survive on the grassland?"

The Maori kid was unmoved, "I just took the effect of those people. As for the others, what should I do?"

When Molun heard this, he couldn't help but angrily said, "Why did the Grand Master refuse to accept the remaining people in their tribe? What's the difference between this move and those Oirat bandits who took advantage of the situation?"

The Maori looked at Moron with pity.

"The strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive. This is the most fundamental survival rule on the prairie!

It seems that over the years, the golden bloodline has been used to the high life, and has lost even the most basic wildness!"

Speaking of this, a hint of mocking flashed across Maori's face, "Khan was broken by the Han people and could no longer stand up. He just wanted to pull the rest of our big tribes together to welcome the newly recognized master, right?"

"Tashi, what are you talking about?" Moron looked in disbelief.

"I said, the backbone of the golden bloodline had been interrupted by the Han people, and Khan's knees were kneeling on the ground and could never get up again!"

"you……!!!"

Pointing at Maori, Moron was so confident that he couldn't speak.

...

"What the Grand Master said is right! Khan should reflect carefully!"

The curtain of the golden tent was lifted from outside, and many other major leaders including Chahar, Tumote, Korqin, Ordos and Asu entered one after another.

A ray of anger rose in Morron's eyes.

"I am discussing important matters with the Grand Master. Do you dare to trek into the Khan's golden tent?" Molun shouted angrily and summoned loudly to the outside: "Where is the Khan's personal guard?"

Outside, there was silence.

After his face stopped, Moron shouted again: "Where is the personal guard of King Khan?"

No one answered.

Morron's face became extremely ugly.

But the leaders didn't even look at Moron, and just sat down at their own position.

The leader of the Chahar tribe also advised: "Khan, since many tribes have been moved here this time, it would be better to merge them! In this way, our tribes can restore the vitality that has been lost due to years of wars as soon as possible."

"Even you betrayed me?" Moron's eyes became a little darker again. "The Chahar tribe has always been the guards of the Khan King, and you also have some golden blood in your body. What is the purpose of doing this today?"

The leader of the Chahar tribe bowed gently to Molun, "Khan, although our Chahar tribe is the guard of the Khan king, the Grand Tutor's move is also for the sake of the tribe. We have no choice!"

"But you know, if you do this, how many people will die?"

With a angrily shout, Moron's gaze swept across the faces of several people one by one.

What made Moron disappointed was that although everyone felt a little reluctant, they looked at Moron without any hesitation.

At this time, in the eyes of the leaders, only their own tribe has the greatest benefits, and no one can say that it is useless!

In trouble!

Morron's heart seemed to suddenly sink into the bottomless abyss.

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At this moment, the Maori kid next to him suddenly said, "In addition, in a few days, after the last few tribes are moved, we will have to trouble Khan to invite General Jia from the Great Zhou to the tribe as a guest. Can we also thank him?"

"General Jia has traveled thousands of miles away and led his troops to defeat the Oirat army for us. Do you want to repay kindness and revenge?!"

"How can I calculate this?" Maoriya smiled and said, "Don't the Han people have that old saying? It means that the people who are not my race will have different hearts! Keep him, and he will definitely become our biggest concern in the future!

And if he is gone, so what if Dazhou is the one who has no choice? I will not take it seriously!"

Looking at the golden tent, the tribal leaders were filled with approval, and Moron understood everything at once.

Moron's face changed again and again, "Do you want to invalidate your previous promise to surrender to the Great Zhou? We have submitted a letter of nationality. Do you want me to be ridiculed by the world?!"

"The world will only laugh at me, the Mongol Khan, for turning aside, what do you have to do with me? Besides, when my Mongol Iron Cavalry once again dominates the grassland, who dares to laugh at us?"

Outside the golden tent, the new leader of the Kalaqin tribe came in.

The leaders of several large tribes of Tatar gathered in the golden tent, but they all sat opposite Moron.

Seeing this, Moron knew that he had now become a real lonely person...

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Chapter completed!