When it came to the Ming Sect and the White Lotus Sect and other non-governmental organizations that were defined as demon cults by the imperial court, Chakhan Timur's speech suddenly slowed down.

After thinking about it for a while, he carefully taught his son: "The people and things in this world must be personally contacted and judged by yourself, and what others say is not necessarily right. ”

Timur's head nodded again and again like a rattle, and said seriously: "Dad, I remember." ”

Although Timur was not his own, he was also the blood of his sister, and Timur had long regarded this nephew as his real son.

The fact that the son was able to listen to his father's teachings proved that the son had grown up, and Chakhan Timur was very happy.

"But...... Dad, you are not a general appointed by the imperial court, there is no way for the imperial court to take these red turban thieves, how can you get rid of the thieves alone? Kukor Timur asked with some concern.

Chakhan Timur was proud, and laughed loudly: "The court does not appoint me as a general, then I will recruit soldiers and horses myself, since the army of the court can't get rid of this group of red turban thieves, then I will remove the thieves for the court!" In short, it is impossible for me to let this group of thieves go on rampant, and it is every man's duty and duty to protect his family and defend the country. ”

Looking at his heroic father, Kuangkhor Timur also became excited, clenched his fists and said, "I will also kill thieves with my father!" ”

Richardan laughed and praised, "Good! It is worthy of being my Richard's son, and when I organize the rebel army in the future, you will be my father's little pioneer. ”

Wang Baobao was overjoyed when he heard this, "The child must live up to his mission!" ”

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The drizzle is cold and there is no frost, and the leaves in front of the court are half green and yellow.

Different from the unbearable midsummer, in this late autumn, neither the Yuan army nor the Red Turban Army launched a major offensive, and invariably spent their time and energy on the hard-won autumn harvest in this turbulent and disaster year.

But under the calm surface, the forces of all parties are still attacking back and forth secretly with their own wishful thinking, and there is no intention of making concessions.

Since Han Er sent Han Yan'er's handwritten letter, the rare and stable Xuzhou realm has finally fallen into an undercurrent of struggle.

Of course, when Han Yan'er wrote the letter, he never imagined that he would be able to win the first battle, and he also never imagined that the Yuan army would suddenly stop the offensive for so long.

Under this kind of coincidence, one of his "suicide notes" has become another fuse for the open and secret struggle between Yuan Jun, Liu Futong and Du Zundao.

In the face of the huge problem that Han Yan'er inadvertently thrown, Mo said that it was Han Lingyue and Luo Wensu, and even Sesame Li and Mao Gui, who were known to be quick-witted, were helpless, and they couldn't think of a perfect plan at all.

Fortunately, there was always Wen Xuan behind Han Lingyue that day, and when everyone was at a loss, he stood up without hesitation and said a plan that surprised everyone.

"The reason why Han Qianhu is bent on dying is all to suppress Du Zundao and others on the surface of Marshal Liu's momentum and avoid civil strife in Mingjiao."

Wen Xuan got older, and his voice became much thicker, appearing more calm, and he spoke with an invisible power.

In the days of Xuzhou's layout planning, Mao Gui, who has always been sympathetic to Wen Xuan, has gradually become a personal confidant and friend with him, how can he not know about Mao Gui's analysis at this time? But it's just that there is no solution.

"Isn't that the crux of the matter now? Marshal Liu lacks skills, is it possible for him to give up his great strategy and rush to the Runing Mansion to help the little Shangcai? ”

Luo Wensu, Sesame Li and others also nodded again and again, and Han Lingyue also frowned and worried about the war situation in Henan.

"Brother Mao is right, but everyone seems to have forgotten one thing......" Wen Xuan suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed.

"What's the matter?" Mao Gui asked urgently.

"Han Yan'er is not only the Han Qianhu of the Red Turban Army, but also the altar master of the Ming Sect!" Wen Xuan is authentic word by word.

"Mingjiao?" The people present couldn't help but look at each other, it was obvious that since the Red Turban Army uprising, everyone had obviously left Mingjiao behind in many cases.

Wen Xuan was not surprised by everyone's expressions, and lowered his voice and said: "Mingjiao is the foundation of the establishment of the Red Turban Army, and the Red Turban Army can consider giving up a thousand households for the sake of the war situation, but when has Mingjiao given up his brother, not to mention that he is the oldest altar master with the highest qualifications in our Mingjiao!" ”

"Master Wentang, what I said I said I am even more confused, isn't it all about saving Han Yan'er? What does this have to do with Mingjiao? Luo Wensu was confused. I don't understand what it means.

Wen Xuan smiled and took out the Holy Fire Order in his sleeve, "As a veteran of the Ming Sect, Han Yan'er may not listen to the military orders of the Red Turban Army, but he must never disobey the orders of the Ming Sect, right?" ”

"Wonderful! As long as Han Yan'er, a stubborn cow, sees the Holy Fire Order, don't say that if he wants to withdraw his troops, he will let him escape from the battle, and he will never say anything! Luo Wensu immediately agreed with the good idea.

Wen Xuan aimed her eyes at Han Lingyue again, and asked gently, "What does the holy woman think?" ”

Han Lingyue, who was covered with a veil, nodded, "According to the meaning of the hall master, presumably I will personally go to Shangcai with the Holy Flame Order, and Han Yan'er will definitely agree to withdraw." ”

"Xuzhou has not been completely stabilized, it is the juncture when the holy woman needs to take charge of the order, and it is extremely dangerous to go to Shangcai, so it should be taken by me, the master of the precept hall of the Ming Sect."

Wen Xuan's voice was warm, but his tone was extremely resolute, and everyone knew that since Wen Xuan could put forward such an idea, he would definitely not let Han Lingyue take the risk himself.

Everyone could only see the veil on Han Lingyue's face now, but they didn't know that behind the veil, the beauty was already sad.

Han Lingyue felt that she owed Wen Xuan a lot in her heart, and she was very grateful to this fiancé who was as calm as a rock in trouble, and she had more and more feelings after getting along with each other for many days, and this time she had to hurt Wen Xuan to take risks for her because of the Mingjiao matter, and she felt extremely guilty in her heart.

"Since there is a Wentang master in person, I think this plan is also a sure success, and I will immediately allocate a group of good hands to follow you." Luo Wensu's good impression of Wen Xuan, a junior, is also increasing day by day, and he secretly praises his courage and courage.

Mao Gui beside Wen Xuan rolled his eyes, and immediately took half a step, wanting to ask for help to accompany Wen Xuan, but Wen Xuan was penetrated by Wen Xuan's mind first, and stretched out his hand to press him in place.

"First of all, Timur's 100,000 troops came to Cai, and I am afraid that I will not be able to fight with them head-on, so it will be safer for me to travel by myself and pretend to be a refugee. What's more, the Xuzhou army is unstable at the moment, Peng and Zhao have ghosts in their hearts, and they still need the brothers to stay as a deterrent. ”