Gong Yuan walked out of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion and glanced up at the sky.

A patch of snow fell on his face, freezing cold.

Gong Yuan laughed, and suddenly shouted loudly: "The old immortals, all come out." ”

He shouted three times in a row.

Then the mansion gates on both sides of the laneway were opened.

A group of well-dressed old men walked out tremblingly.

They are all patriarchs who have retired to the court.

They dedicated their lives to Datang.

Originally, they were all teasing their grandchildren at home and enjoying the joy of family.

However, Datang was in trouble, and they still walked out.

"Old Gong. ”

The old people who came out greeted Gong Yuan one by one, all with smiles on their faces.

If you don't know the cause and effect, you may think that these old people are going to go together.

But only the children of these old people know that their elders are sent to death.

Some young people wanted to come out with them, but they were scolded by the old people.

"Young people, children and women, all stay at home honestly. ”

After speaking, this group of old people walked towards the core area of the Chang'an battlefield together.

Gong Yuan looked at them and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Most of my body is in the ground, I'm afraid of a fart. The former Ministry of Rites Shangshu scolded with a smile.

"Datang treats me as a national soldier, and I repay him as a national soldier. The former official Shangshu said lightly.

Gong Yuan took a deep breath: "Datang Wushuang." ”

This group of old people, who are almost 800 years old together, responded in a low but resolute tone.

"Datang Wushuang!"

......

North of Chang'an City.

The Taoist temples of Taoism and the temples of Buddhism are all gathered in this generation.

It is an area specially opened up by Chang'an City.

The purpose is, of course, to facilitate management.

Because the monks destroyed the Chang'an Great Array, the temple was sealed, and the monks in the temple were all killed.

The temple became a terra nullius.

Some homeless people in Chang'an City regard this place as a temporary place to live.

These homeless people are homeless people in the real sense, they steal chickens and dogs, commit adultery, and make big mistakes and small mistakes, even if the yamen arrests them, at most they have to be beaten and released.

The Qingkan Society will not accept these people, because they have no good skills, and they have no use except for sabotage.

After the outbreak of the war, the displaced people spontaneously gathered in these abandoned temples and lived on some stolen food.

But as the war progressed, ordinary people did not have much food in their homes, and the displaced people had nowhere to steal if they wanted to.

They were hungry.

Very hungry.

But no matter how hungry they were, they didn't do anything beyond the bottom line.

Because no matter what, they still remember who they are.

Don people.

Among these homeless people, there is a leader to Xu Da, who is about forty years old, has been wandering in Chang'an City for many years, and is quite famous, and he is also the only person in the Qinghan Society who wants to be included in the command, but he is used to the life of the homeless and did not agree to the invitation of the Qingjia Society.

"Boss, what to do. The man under his hand asked.

Xu Da touched his shiny bald head and said, "Ask you a question and answer me truthfully." ”

"Boss, you ask. The man under his hand replied loudly.

"Over the years, like a rat crossing the street, being shouted and beaten everywhere you go, even if you do a good deed, you will not get a word of thanks, but will be considered as having ulterior motives. But I know that many of you are actually looking forward to being recognized by others, and those who think this way, stand up and let me see. ”

The homeless people looked at each other, and no one moved at first, because Xu Da's words were very "cruel", and they directly removed the disguise they had been having, and gouged out the softest part of their hearts.

After about a cup of tea, a homeless man stood up timidly.

Immediately after, more and more displaced people also stood up.

Xu Da exhaled and stood up as well.

"Are you afraid of death?" asked Xu Da.

No one answered.

"If you don't speak, are you afraid?" Xu Da's voice gradually became stern.

"Don't be afraid!" replied to him by the man who stood up at first.

Xu Da said, "Okay, come with me." ”

"Boss, where are you going. ”

"Go and die. ”

Xu Da said as he walked towards the door of the temple: "Although we have never been recognized, the contempt and contempt of others has nothing to do with me! ”

"Datang is in trouble, Chang'an City is in trouble, I can't sit idly by. ”

"I'm going to die, who wants to be with me?"

The homeless people clenched their fists one by one, their cheeks were clenched, and the green tendons on their necks and arms were violent, looking very hideous.

"I'm afraid of a ball. ”

It is unknown who shouted in the crowd.

"Lao Tzu is a Tang person! I want to work hard for the Tang Dynasty. ”

"For the sake of Datang. ”

"For Chang'an City!"

"Datang Wushuang!"

......

Not far from the temple is a Taoist temple.

This temple is very small, small and unremarkable.

There are only two people in the temple.

A seventy-year-old Taoist priest with a teenage little Taoist priest, they are masters and apprentices.

The largest "stronghold" of Daomen in Chang'an City is Wangbeilou.

So this Taoist temple, no one pays attention.

But it is such a Taoist temple that no one pays attention to, but it has existed in Chang'an City for many years.

The configuration of an old Taoist priest with a small Taoist priest has also lasted for so many years.

On weekdays, I rely on the help of the neighborhood, and occasionally I will meet people who come to pray for blessings and send some food and drink.

In order to survive, the old Taoist priest would take his apprentices to each family to help, just like working long hours.

But no matter what they do, they will not take off their robes, even if they are laughed at by the neighbors, the old Taoist priest will just smile innocently and do not make any rebuttals.

This is a rule that has been passed down from generation to generation in Taoist temples, after all, you can only preach while you are alive.

It is precisely because of this rule of the Taoist temple that they can always exist in Chang'an City.

But when the war broke out, everything changed.

The temple united with other countries to launch a war against the Tang Dynasty, and all the Tang people regarded the Daomen as a mortal enemy.

If it weren't for the fact that they usually had a good relationship with the neighbors, the Taoist master and apprentice would have been torn apart by the angry Tang people.

They have been hiding in Taoist temples all the time, living on some food accumulated on weekdays.

But there will always be a time when the food will run out.

"Master. The little Taoist priest grabbed a freshly roasted sweet potato in his hand, took two bites and handed it to his master: "You eat." ”

The old Taoist priest swallowed his saliva, then shook his head: "Master is not hungry, you eat." ”

The little Taoist priest was still young and didn't understand the true meaning of these words, he thought that the master was really not hungry, so he continued to eat. "By the way, Master, I just saw that those homeless people seem to have gone out. ”

"Are you out?" muttered the old Taoist priest. "Tang people, it's really stubborn. ”

The little Taoist priest ate the sweet potatoes in two bites, and licked the remnants of his palms with great satisfaction, "Master, the person who came from Chang'an City now is also from the Daomen?"

The old Taoist priest snorted: "He is the master of Zhiyue Temple, and the bull-eared person of our Daomen." ”

"Oh, he's amazing?" the little Taoist priest continued. ”

The old Taoist priest said, "Very powerful. ”

"How do you compare it to the Master?"

"When the Master was there, the Master was powerful. Now that the Master is gone, he is powerful. ”

The little Taoist priest said, "Is the Lord of the Audience going to destroy Chang'an City?"

The old Taoist's face changed slightly, but he still answered the little Taoist's question truthfully: "Yes." ”

"Then after Chang'an City is broken, can we follow him back to Zhiyue Temple?" asked the little Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest touched his head, "Do you like Chang'an, or do you like Zhiyueguan?"

The little Taoist priest replied seriously: "Of course it's Chang'an, I haven't been to Zhiyue Temple, and I grew up in Chang'an City, and the neighbors are very good to me." ”

"Then Chang'an City is broken, will you be sad?" the old Taoist priest asked.

The little Taoist priest thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes." ”

The old Taoist priest sighed: "So, I'm in pain. ”

The little Taoist priest didn't know why: "Master, are you sick?"

The old Taoist priest was born with a wry smile: "I am not sick, but Chang'an City is sick." ”

"Can it be cured, what can we do?" the little Taoist priest was a little nervous.

"It can be cured, kill the ancestor master, and the illness in Chang'an City will be cured. The old Taoist priest said, "So, I am in pain. ”

The little Taoist priest didn't speak for a long time this time, although he was young, he was also instilled with a concept since he was a child, that is, he must not deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.

Killing the ancestor is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor, and there is nothing more serious than this.

After about a stick of incense, the little Taoist priest said, "Teacher, let's go and kill Master Zu." ”

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.

The little Taoist priest said: "I like Chang'an, I don't like Zhiyueguan, if Chang'an City can't afford to be sick, then Aunt Zhang, Granny Xu, Uncle Wang, and Wangcai Xiaodou Sprouts will all die." I don't want them to die. ”

The old Taoist priest looked up to the sky and laughed, and tears burst into laughter.

"Okay, then let the master take you to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors together. Are you afraid?"

"Well, a little scared. ”

"Don't be afraid, child, Master is always by your side. ”

......

Mon Province.

After Meng Zhulu died, Chu Yujun dismissed all the servants and maids in the family, and there were only a few female dependents left in a huge mansion.

They are all Meng Zhulu's "daughters".

But among these daughters, except for Meng Xiaokui, the others are all orphans adopted by Meng Zhulu and Chu Yujun and his wife.

At this moment, Chu Yujun put on his armor and stood majestically in the lobby.

Behind her, her daughters are also dressed in military uniforms.

The men of the Meng family are all dead.

Now, it's their women's turn to go to war.

Before Chu Yujun married Meng Zhulu, he was also a brave and warlike soldier, and the husband and wife once worked together to create many romantic stories on the battlefield.

However, because he left the root of the disease when he gave birth to his second son, Chu Yujun never went to the battlefield again.

But the battlefield has never been strange to Chu Yujun.

When you hold that long knife, everything in the past is back.

"Let's go. Chu Yujun said lightly: "Go and avenge your father!"

After the daughters followed their mother, they walked into the wind and snow without hesitation.