Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

frontier.

The youngest son of the old fruit farmer returned to the town immediately after delivering the letter. The town was still isolated from the world. In the early morning, the smoke began to envelope the town.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the chimney, staining the black ink painting with white, and the white smoke billowed away slowly away from the world with the stars in the sky.

The sunlight was projected from a distance, and at first it was just wisps, like ribbons.

The youngest son raised his hand, trying to block the sun, but the sun, like a playful child, pierced through his fingers and into his eyeballs.

He saw a black shadow, like a drop of water remaining in the night sky, and the blackness accelerated rapidly in the air, like a long scythe stretched out by a god of death.

The youngest son suddenly realized that it was not the gentle thoughts left by the night, but the black glow that killed him.

He rode a horse and galloped on the ridge of the field.

The sun rose slowly, dispelling the cold of the night, and the temperature gradually rose.

The early-rising farmer, with tools on his back and a long pipe in his mouth, leads the old scalper and walks leisurely into the field.

The dewdrops dripping on the treetops slowly dripped to the ground along the texture of the branches and leaves.

The younger son felt a little light on his neck, and a drop of dew fell on his neck.

The black shadow flashed past, and the long scythe in his hand cut off the little son's head completely.

The black is like streaming sunlight, quickly fleeing towards the distance.

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Things have been getting harder and harder to deal with above the border lately.

People with a sensitive sense of smell can sense an unusual smell from more and more officers and soldiers appearing in the city recently.

But for most people, life is still life, there is no difference between tea, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea.

The officers and soldiers coming and going walked in the small town. They were also full of interest in these border towns. The atmosphere here was completely different from that of the imperial city.

Like eagles yearning for freedom, they felt an unprecedented ease here.

However, not all of them are like that.

As the Minister of Military Affairs of the First Legion appointed by His Majesty, Kang Jian directly led his subordinates to Liujiang, where Lengshenzhu issued the warning.

They left very early, but by the time they arrived here, something had happened to the Lengshen arrester.

Kang Jian wanted to see if he could find his relatives, but he only found a headless corpse in the wilderness. Later, after being identified by people familiar with him, he was sure that this person was the youngest son of Lengshen catcher .

Moreover, recently, he has heard a term more and more often, black mist.

But when they asked the locals, they said they didn't know either, it's just that many people around them were talking about it, so they said it themselves.

Kang Jian felt that the matter was not that simple, so he dispatched his own experts to investigate the origin of this term, and later he really discovered something.

This black mist is an organization that appeared in the border area.

At first he thought it was an aggressive organization, but after an in-depth investigation, it was just a belief organization.

They promote a concept called sinful beliefs, and there is no need for a clear way to join the organization, as long as you recognize your sins and work hard to change these mistakes.

That is to be able to become a member of the black mist.

When it first appeared, people didn't have any belief in this.

But afterward, this seemingly uncompetitive and extremely simple belief developed slowly, defeating the local Daoyuan Sect and other beliefs, and its spread among the people became more and more profound.

Later, Kang Jian immediately understood the reason.

simple.

It is precisely because the philosophy of this organization is too simple, the way to join the teaching is also very simple.

For example, if you slept an extra hour today, tomorrow you correct this mistake and wake up at the normal time, it can be regarded as a success in joining the teaching, and you will be rewarded by the black mist.

Many people just joined the teaching with the mentality of giving it a try at the beginning. After receiving the reward, they felt more at ease.

It turned out that there was a large group of people gathered here, and these people supervised each other and helped themselves and others to become better people.

A group of so-called good people gradually occupied the border town. Everyone hoped that they could become better. In the mouth of the missionaries, the black mist became a machine produced by good people.

To join us, to join us is to become a better and more outstanding person.

Because of this simple idea, the black mist is getting bigger and bigger, and it is still expanding its power.

Although Kang Jian felt that something was wrong, he couldn't tell what was wrong with the other party.

Such a belief organization did not cause any harm to the people, but instead made the people better and better.

This is actually a good thing for An Xian.

However, recently.

Kang Jian decided that he couldn't go on like this, and someone in his own army actually joined the black mist.

Moreover, the dependence on the black mist is slowly surpassing the legion itself.

He ordered that people in the legion must never touch the black mist, and anyone who crossed this line would be severely punished.

Because of the general's resolute character and severe punishment, the people in the army were temporarily suppressed.

But this kind of suppression is not a long-term solution.

one night.

Kang Jian sat in the room of the barracks, checking today's border log.

It was his habit to combine the local county annals with his own logs to see if he could glean some overlooked information.

The door was opened gently.

Kang Jian didn't raise his head, but said coldly, "Who are you?"

The person who came was dressed in black, this kind of dress Kang Jian has been familiar with recently, and it was worn by people above the middle level of the black mist.

"General Kang, take the liberty to disturb me late at night."

"You know it's presumptuous to bother?"

Kang Jian put down the diary in his hand, raised his head, and looked at each other with a pair of star eyes. His sharp eyes wanted to penetrate the other's eyes to see the thoughts inside.

The man in black was choked, and said with a smile: "We think the recent measures taken by the general are unreasonable. Let the soldiers also accept the consciousness of the Lord. This is the personality equality bestowed by the Lord on every individual."

Kang Jian sneered, and said: "Then go back and tell your master that with me, personalities are not equal, and whatever I say is what I say!"

His tone was very flat, but the man in black felt that a sword had directly pierced into his body.

For an autocratic dictator, Black Mist obviously has nothing to do.