Xiangyang City, as the news of the death of the Mongolian national division and the prince of Huodu in Xiangyang spread, the border became more and more tense.

Mongolia, which has always been high-flying, will always look for opportunities to go south if it has no chance, let alone such a good excuse now.

On the one hand, they continued to put pressure on the Great Song Dynasty, wanting to directly obtain the head of Guo Jing, the city lord of Xiangyang City, who caused them to continue to lose troops on the battlefield.

Not directly on war, but on politics.

For them, this method is very skillful, after all, the Jin Kingdom was destroyed by them, Yue Fei knew everything about it back then, the Mongolian Emperor Meng Ge didn't need to think of this, and the strategists around him would naturally offer such a plan for him.

The former people of the Great Song Dynasty, the former slaves of the Jin State, have now become Mongolian strategists, and they are extremely familiar with the politics of the Great Song Dynasty, and they are all too familiar with the posture of those literati.

It is easy to be able to display such a strategy, after all, they used to belong to the Great Song Dynasty, and they have read all the four books and five classics owned by the Great Song Dynasty, and they will not be the slightest bit better than the literati of the Great Song Dynasty.

The difference with the literati of the Great Song Dynasty lies only in the difference of the country.

It's just a strategy that usually works extraordinarily, but now it seems a little inflexible.

Da Song did not claim to be a minister as in the past, and he was rarely arrogant.

Since there is no way to get what you want at the negotiating table, Mongolia will get it through war.

There are more and more Mongol armies gathered at the border passes, and there are Mongolian cavalry roaming around every day to inquire about intelligence and spy on the specific situation of Xiangyang City.

And Tang Xuanming was in Xiangyang City, receiving those top martial arts people, and in front of him, he was a mythical figure in the legends of Jianghu martial arts.

His hair and beard grew chaotically, and he was not taken care of at first glance, but his complexion was ruddy, his skin was smooth and shiny, and his eyes were smart and lively.

The highest-ranking person in the Quanzhen Sect circled around Tang Xuanming with great interest, as if he was looking at an extremely precious treasure.

And another Huang Yaoshi, one of the five uniques of the Central Plains, was dressed in a turquoise robe, and his robe was flying, like a man among the gods.

The years have left a lot of traces on him, even his hair has turned gray, and he is no longer at his peak, but from his wrinkled face, you can still see his youthful appearance, a very attractive old man.

Compared with the two old men, the other two are extremely young, and one is Yang Guo, who Guo Jing is extremely familiar with.

Yang Guo's face was still a little immature, like a fledgling teenager, and the little dragon girl beside him had a sickly paleness, as if she was not a human figure, but had a unique spirituality.

"Boy, what do you mean by summoning us here? and threaten me with Aunt Ying, if you don't tell me why, I'm going to beat you up until you bloom today. ”

The old naughty boy blew his beard and stared, obviously questioning Guo Jing, but in fact he kept staring at Tang Xuanming.

He is active by nature, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand the world, he understands Guo Jing's honesty, and with Guo Jing's character, he will never threaten him with Aunt Ying and let him go out of the mountain.

Today, one of the five unique ones in the world, the Eastern Evil Huang Yaoshi seems to be much more silent, and Huang Yaoshi himself has family and country feelings, or anyone in this era has such family and country feelings.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were able to fight to the death in Xiangyang City, and finally died in Xiangyang City, there is no doubt that Huang Yaoshi, one of the five peers of the Central Plains, must be supportive.

Otherwise, he would not have let his most beloved daughter and Guo Jing, who finally made him extremely satisfied, die in Xiangyang City like this.

Guo Jing had already bluntly mentioned the danger of the Ruishi camp in his letter, but Huang Yaoshi still came without hesitation.

He is a scholar, and he reads more books than most of the world's scholars, and he is not inferior to the group of literati who worship the king in Lin'an City, but that group of people dominates the court, and he tastes the loneliness of life alone in the rivers and lakes.

If you live in a temple, you are worried about the people, and if you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you are worried about your king.

The teachings of the Confucian Heaven and Earth Monarch have always been in the heart, because outside the temple, because the wisdom is not inferior to any top literati, the Eastern Evil can see the entire rivers and lakes clearly, and can also see the entire Great Song Dynasty clearly.

Therefore, he took the initiative to retire from the world and completely lost confidence in the Great Song Dynasty.

He knew that if such a policy of the Great Song Dynasty continued, it would inevitably usher in destruction, but he was powerless to change it.

can only choose to escape from the world, and now Tang Xuanming pointed out a path for him, although it is an extremely tortuous road, but he is willing to take a walk and try it.

Tang Xuanming saw the silence of the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master, and knew that this figure who was one of the Five Absolute Masters of the Central Plains was already willing to join, and his heart was relieved, and he turned to look at Zhou Botong with a smile, but it frightened this old man, he jumped out like a child, and shouted: "What are you suddenly smiling at me? ”

Tang Xuanming smiled at this naughty boy who had always maintained his innocence: "If you can fully obey my orders in the next period of time, I can promise you that the Quanzhen Church will become the state religion and spread all over the world." ”

The old urchin scratched his head and asked in disbelief, "Really?

In fact, the Quanzhen Sect has always been hanging in the heart of the old naughty boy, and his senior brother, the Divine Power Wang Chongyang, entrusted the Quanzhen Sect to him temporarily.

Let him be out of his own right, and he doesn't have the patience to deal with the things of the Quanzhen Sect.

Most of the things were handed over by him to the Seven Sons of Quanzhen to deal with, and he did not take charge of the great religion at all.

And the Quanzhen Sect did not continue to grow in the hands of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, Guo Jing took Yang to live the moment of the Quanzhen Sect, and the Mongolian prince Huo Du took a group of people who did not enter the rivers and lakes to break into this secluded place of Zhongnan Mountain.

Wouldn't it be a big joke to let the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect as the sole leader of the world be ruined all of a sudden, and the source of the world's Taoism was actually broken into by a group of people who are not in the rivers and lakes.

If the Quanzhen Sect can become the state religion of the Great Song Dynasty, the old urchin is a hundred willing in his heart, but he definitely can't agree to Tang Xuanming so easily, it's too easy to agree, others won't cherish it, this is what Aunt Ying taught her.

Therefore, the old naughty boy deliberately made a tiger face, although he looked very strange with a tiger face, like a child sulking and staring at his eyes, but Tang Xuanming still forcibly held back his .JPG not laughing

"I won't do anything that violates morality, if I help your officers and soldiers burn, kill and loot, I will never agree, I am a master of the Quanzhen Sect. ”

He deliberately straightened the messy hair on his head, which almost made Tang Xuanming laugh, endured it for a long time, pretended to be serious, and nodded: "Don't worry, it's for you to deal with the Mongolian Tartars." ”

"Well, that'll do, I promise you. ”

I've been refuting for a while, so I don't think I'll just say yes! The old urchin remembered Aunt Ying's words, and secretly felt satisfied with his performance.