The summer is scorching, and the official road is dusty.

Zhang Yingquan rode on horseback, far behind the convoy of the Song State Mansion, about a mile apart, neither approaching nor falling behind.

The Guogong Mansion has long been emptied, and only some old subordinates remain, in other words, all of the people in the Song Mansion, except for the juniors who are officials or studying abroad, are all in the front of the team.

Zhang Yingquan has been following him for two days, and along the way, his brothers have kept an eye on this convoy to prevent fraud.

For two nights in a row, the Song convoy stopped at the official post along the way, and occasionally local officials came to see them off, and there was nothing else unusual.

Even so, Zhang Yingquan felt that something was wrong.

From Hangzhou to Bianjing in the north, it is obviously the most convenient to take the waterway, and the Song family takes the land route, which seems to be deliberately delaying.

But what was the purpose of their delay? Could it be that there were still rescue troops on the way to come? If this was the case, Song Guogong only had to wait in Hangzhou with peace of mind, so why should he act coy and pretend to go north?

Since Zhang Yingquan became an official, he has also read some history books, and knows that all dynasties and dynasties have been cut, but whenever he cuts down the domain, it is inevitable that there will be bloody storms. But the current situation is different. After all, the Duke of Song is just a false name, and his power is not the same as that of the vassal king who divided the territory.

Although in front of his subordinates, Zhang Yingquan always has an iron face, as if he only cares about doing his job well, and everything else does not have to be considered, but he thinks more than anyone else in private.

If the Song Mansion is really reversed, with the cultivation of the Song family, he Zhang Yingquan will only have the share of being sacrificed. War is death, retreat is death, and there is no way out. Maybe he can die in battle alone and save the lives of all his fellow villagers and clansmen in the team, but it depends on whether the Song Mansion has any intention of killing them all.

And once the Song family's convoy crosses the river and arrives in Jiangbei, it will not be under Zhang Yingquan's jurisdiction, and even if there is a big mistake, it will have nothing to do with him.

Therefore, the more the convoy went north, the more nervous Zhang Yingquan's mood became.

At about noon, one of his brothers suddenly came to report that a few miles ahead of him, there was an order from Liyang County to see off Song Gong.

Zhang Yingquan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and said in his heart that he really didn't know the severity, the Song family was about to die, and a seven-grade county order had to come to slap the horse.

He casually took out a pocket account book and wrote it down: "On the third day of the first month of June, Liyang County ordered to go out of the city to send it off, I am afraid that it is the same party, and it will be thoroughly investigated later." ”

Sitting down and moving forward slowly, he soon saw Liyang County from a distance, and then Zhang Yingquan's face was slightly stunned, and he was a little vigilant.

Those who came from outside the city to see them off were not only the officials of Liyang County, but also many ordinary people.

Zhang Yingquan originally wanted the brothers to take advantage of the gap between the officials to see them off and take a little rest, but when they saw this, they did not dare to be careless, and ordered their own soldiers to pass the order, and they must keep an eye on it, so as to prevent the people in the carriage from getting out among the people.

Under the scorching sun, there is no shade to cover the official road, and the air is so scalding that it is distorted and deformed. Zhang Yingquan watched from afar as the convoy of the Song Mansion stopped, Song Guogong came out and said something, and some people among the people quietly wiped their tears.

He vaguely heard the words "flood" and "relief of the poor", and then remembered that a few years ago, Liyang County was flooded, and many people died.

At that time, the imperial court also released the silver grain, but it was exploited layer by layer as usual, and finally fell to Liyang County, which must be a drop in the bucket.

Judging from the scene in front of him, Song Guogong probably contributed money and efforts to help the people of Liyang tide over the difficulties.

Zhang Yingquan sneered in his heart: Buying the hearts of the people like this, no wonder the saint is suspicious.

The convoy stopped for a while, and then hit the road again, and the people saw each other off along the way, and the superintendent was not easy to interfere with, so he could only stare at it from afar, and be careful of fraud.

After walking out of more than ten miles, Song Guogong persuaded again and again, and the people finally retreated. Zhang Yingquan's hanging heart was put down.

In the evening of the same day, the convoy drove into the Jiangning territory.

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In the five continents of Xuanwu, the weeds were listless by the sun, and the excrement of the "new god" in the big iron cage for several days was still smelling even if it was covered with soil.

As a result, no one wants to approach this iron cage.

Bu'an lay on the stone fence of the water pavilion not far from the iron cage, glanced at the figures on Cuizhou and Huanzhou, and stretched out boredly.

At the same time, as the sacrifice day approaches, everyone's mood is gradually changing, and the antipathy to blatant lies is fading, replaced by worries about whether they can break out of the formation.

Except for Tu Yao and Song Manqiu, who knew a little, the rest of the people thought that the method of breaking the formation was planned by Yang Xiu, Qufu Kong Qin, and Tian Mu Bu Zhidao, so in front of the four hundred Confucian cultivators, even if Yang and Kong had no bottom in their hearts, they also forced a look of wisdom beads in their hands. Only when he was facing Bu'an in private, did he show a trace of worry.

In the face of their doubts, Bu An still held on to the previous statement: about eighty or ninety percent sure.

In order to dispel the panic and plan for the future, yesterday evening, Bu An discussed with Yang and Kong: instead of waiting, it is better to spend energy on the right path.

"The four hundred people on the island are all the best among the younger generation of Confucianism. Now that they have surrendered their names and have blood on their hands, it is difficult to predict whether they will be ashamed and brave in the future, or whether they will be willing to fall. Just need the two of them to bother to dial ......," Bu An said at the time.

Yang and Kong naturally understood what he meant. The need to allocate is secondary, and more importantly, the future is unpredictable, and the heart is worried, and it is the time to close.

It's just that listening to Bu'an's tone, it is obvious that he wants to stay out of the matter - this makes people a little suspicious.

You must know that in time, these 400 people will be the leaders of the Confucian sect in the world, and if you can entrap them, the hidden power and interests are simply immeasurable.

As if knowing what they were thinking, Bu An smiled and said, "I'm still a son-in-law now, and my words don't carry any weight, so it's better for Brother Yang and Brother Kong to come forward." Month by month, you and I are in the same boat, and there is a tribulation, so why should we be so clear. ”

Then he added, "I have only one proposal. All major things must be justified, and if the name is not right, it will not be good. Since the 400 Confucian students on the island all came because of the moon, it is better to expel the evil moon and help the world as their own responsibility, and set up a month-by-month society......"

Bu An originally thought that the two would reject this proposal in the name of "gentlemen but not party".

Unexpectedly, Kong Tan nodded slowly when he heard this, and Yang Xiu even stroked his palms and said: "It's a good one to expel the evil moon and help the world as its own responsibility......

Bu An smiled slightly, and said in his heart that from now on, in addition to the Confucianism and Confucianism, there may be a new faction in this world.

After that, Yang Xiu and Kong Tan resolutely carried out his proposal.

These two people have long been the pillars of the four hundred Confucian students on the island, and as Bu An expected, everyone has blood on their hands, their hearts are worried, and when the future is unpredictable, they also need such a booster.

The hatchback hit it off, and only one day later, the Moon Club had a prototype.

At this moment, the Confucian students sitting in Cuizhou and Huanzhou are talking about how to implement the concept of the Moon Club among the younger generation of their own academies after the formation is broken.

I don't know if this newborn bond can tie the world's Confucian sects to the same chariot...... Bu An looked up at the sky and thought to himself.