Ma Ning said with a tough bullet: "The helm leader, the matter of the six major sects besieging Guangmingding should be a foregone conclusion. The other five major sects will basically not disagree. After all, Master Mie Jue personally visited Shaolin, Kongtong, Kunlun, and Wudang, and he will come to us in a while."

"The helm leader, Kongtong, Kunlun, and Huashan have agreed. It is said that Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Sect is in seclusion and did not agree, but the head coach is Song Yuanqiao. Song Yuanqiao and Song Daxia said that Shaolin promised them that Wudang would not be absent. If we don't agree, it is probably not suitable." Ma Ning's scalp was numb by Zeng Yunfeng and Zeng Yunfeng's stare, but he said with a thorny forehead.

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at Ma Ning and cursed: "Did you look at the map? Where are they? Where are we! Kunlun Sect is not far from Guangmingding, it is just at the door of his home. Is Kongtong far away from them? Shaolin is in Henan, but our place is the farthest. I ran from Shucheng so far to that place to encircle Guangmingding. I was full and I was full!"

"No one from our Beggars' Sect will send food expenses. You write a letter to ask the six major sects. If you care about food, I will go, and if you care about food, I will not go." Zeng Yunfeng said unhappily.

"Master, do you seem to be our Beggars' Sect like this..." Ma Ning's face was full of embarrassment, and his toes were almost picking out a piece of Smiling Proud Wanderer music.

"I asked you to write a letter. Why are you doing so long-winded? Such a big gang, hundreds of thousands of people don't have to eat. The food and food are not money. You have to spend a penny in half. Do you understand?"

"Also, don't say that directly. The letter is a bit miserable, just saying that refugees are everywhere, they are unable to make ends meet, and they are powerless. How to write about it, you can find Sun Xiucai and ask him to help you polish it! The more miserable the better!"

"Okay, that's it!"

To be honest, Zeng Yunfeng regrets taking over the branches now. Those branches are really bad, and there are few good seedlings. Except for the large number of people, he can call Deputy Gang Ying to be powerful and shout, and he can do nothing else.

The average number of outstanding disciples in a branch is no more than 100, and the rest are all chores.

Zeng Yunfeng knew why Hong Qigong was so poor. The Beggars' Sect had a lot of people, but when the average number was spread down, the denominator was bigger, and each person was naturally divided.

Zeng Yunfeng was quite excited in the first two years, but Zeng Yunfeng was no longer interested in the past two years. The refugees in the Yuan Dynasty could not control them at all and wanted to rush to the Beggars' Sect.

Those disciples of the branch were also very stubborn and chose everyone in it, which made the Beggars' Sect really become the Beggars' Sect, and they spent money every month, and Zeng Yunfeng really needed a person to manage the accounts.

However, it is not without benefits. At least intelligence, logistics, communications, and information are developing rapidly. After all, can hundreds of thousands of people not be fast? If you can’t afford a horse, it doesn’t matter. Raise pigeons and harps, gather all the people and birds in the Beggars’ Sect and keep them in Qianjitang.

However, the ones below are all flat-haired beasts that are easy to handle. Flat-haired beasts that are not easy to handle are likely to die, and the Beggars' Sect can't spend so much money to raise.

However, at least the income generated by the Beggars' Sect is good, and they are not as difficult as before. However, the population of the Beggars' Sect is expanding and the capital flow is barely making a living.

When Zeng Yunfeng thought of this, he wanted to curse people in his heart. The Yuan court was so fucking that it made people resentment everywhere. There was no place for these refugees to go, so his mother joined the Beggar Gang, which made his Beggar Gang more and more people, and now it is almost close to 1 million.

Zeng Yunfeng felt that he could immediately pull an army when he turned around. It would be fine if he continued like this, but it was not good if he had too many people. He would not be able to eat enough if he had too many people.

Zeng Yunfeng now wants to attack the local tyrants and divide the land immediately. He now thinks that Zhu Yuanzhang will get up quickly, stuff these Beggars' Gang brothers into his hands, directly attack the local tyrants and divide the land, and drive away all the landlords of the Yuan court. In this way, there will be enough land and wealth to support so many people.

Several people looked at Zeng Yunfeng's ugly face and couldn't speak. Even if they had money, they could not withstand so many people's spending. All the money had to be spent on the blade, and they could not be spent casually.

If the Beggars' Sect participates in the siege this time, according to Ma Ning's estimate, they will have to bring at least a few thousand people. These thousands of people may be more than the six major sects combined.

Thousands of people gathered from various places to Guangmingding, and it would definitely cost a lot of money to eat horses along the way.

These things are not counted, and there are also various medical drugs on the road, such as some pills that are not suitable for the local environment, and some messy trauma medicines. These must be prepared, otherwise it will be more than half of them before reaching the foot of Kunlun Mountain and will besiege the fart Guangmingding.

Thinking of this, Zeng Yunfeng only realized that it seemed so simple when he heard that siege of Guangmingding was like this. Now, it is very rare. I don’t know how many people the six major sects can bring to Guangmingding this time.

Zeng Yunfeng sighed and said, "Write a letter to the Master Emei and ask how many people she is going to bring. We should not bring too many more than her, just three times more than him."

"The helm leader, it's at least ten times, otherwise how can we be confident in speaking?" Ma Ning said.

"You fart!" Zeng Yunfeng said unhappily.

"It's too much to bear!" said Shu Master.

"Compared with the six major sects of them, we have too many people than them, and we can't stand it even if we go there. People ate horses along the way!" Shu Ye sighed again.

Zeng Yunfeng felt ache when he thought of this. If he really brought thousands of people there, the cost would be quite a lot. The key is to have to travel thousands of miles, which is purely enough.

In just a few days, the letter came back, and Ma Ning handed it to Zeng Yunfeng with it.

Zeng Yunfeng opened the letter and saw that Master Miejue only brought 200 people, so the Beggars' Sect could not bring too many people. Too many people could not stand it. Moreover, Master Miejue also said in the letter that several sects in Shaolin, Emei and Wudang jointly supported the Beggars' Sect.

The Beggars' Sect doesn't have to bring too many people.

Zeng Yunfeng thought about it and confirmed that he led 600 people. Too many did not make much use. The key was that it was costing money.

Zeng Yunfeng put down the letter, patted the chair and said, "Liu Zhaoyang, Ma Rong, go with me!"

"Qin Lu, Ma Ning, Shu Ye and other guardians stayed behind, and then randomly dispatched six helmsman from various places to go with me, and the others would draw some of them from the disciples of each cousin."

"It's mainly to choose those who have not experienced it. Others will guard the branch rudder. This time I besieged Guangmingding, I feel that someone is behind the scenes, and the task of staying behind may be heavier."

"As for order!" After saying that, the few people went back to prepare.

Zeng Yunfeng sighed. He knew that this time, besieging Guangmingding was a trap, and the Beggars' Sect had to go. He really didn't give him a face and it was not easy to get along in the future. Zeng Yunfeng could only ask for something with a silly face and fill himself up first.

At least before the troops move, food and grass will go first. Let the Shaolin Emei Wudang sects give some of them first, and let the Beggars' Gang's own troops move first, otherwise they will stay where they are.

On the other side, after receiving the letter from the Beggars' Sect, Wudang, Shaolin, Kongtong, and Huashan, they were ridiculous and shook their heads. None of the other sects were angry.

Among these great sects in the world, there is no such thing as Ying Wugui who wants something when he licks his face, and there is no such a great sect in the world, but he has to agree.

However, they were used to it. Ying Wugui was clamoring to have a meal at Zhenren Zhang’s birthday, and it was normal to have a clamor to have a fee for the start of the game at this time. After all, if you can participate, you will have more effort. At worst, you can let them take the lead.
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