Luoyang City, a suburb of the city.

One hundred and ten Taoist children, now they are all teenagers, and they have been practicing diligently with Yang Lin for so many years, plus the food in Zhaodefang is good, they are all very tall and energetic.

In Yanqing Guannei, at that time, for Yang Lin's honorary teaching, it was also a three-foot scrape to collect all the beautiful Taoist children in Bianliang and give them to him as a façade, Yang Lin took them to the street several times, it was really a scene in Bianliang.

Yang Lin watched them come over on the outskirts of the city, and the leader of the team was still Mei Dao from Yanqing Guan, although he was over sixty years old, he was in good spirits, with a childish face, and looked like an immortal master. ”

"Xiaomei, it's hard for you to run in person at such an age, it's been hard all the way."

Mei Daoren smiled: "Uncle Shi is calling, how can you not come." ”

Yang Lin got straight to the point, and mentioned the promotion of Taoism with a smile, but the Meidao people were not as escapist as the Shangqing Palace.

After all, Yanqing Temple is a Taoist temple in Bianliang, Tokyo, and there are many mundane affairs to see, so how can I not know the importance of status.

He happily took over the task and declared: "Uncle Shi has made great merit to my Daomen by facilitating this. ”

Yang Lin smiled in his heart, he was just to regulate religion and put an end to the spread of folk cults. It would be good to change to a better sect and complement each other with the government.

Brought these people into Qincha Xingyuan, these one hundred and ten little Taoist boys, I haven't seen Yang Lin for a long time, and none of them have never been out of Bianliang, but they are all pretended, none of them look left and right, they are all looking like a quiet little Taoist.

Next door to Xingyuan, Huang Yuanwai saw such a battle, and he was even happier than Qin Cha living in his own courtyard, and he couldn't stop clapping his hands and said: "Such a grand event, the light of the Daomen." ”

Huang Xuanzhi on the side was wearing a crimson tassel skirt and a simple flowing cloud bun, which made her more and more delicate and handsome. A girl of this age, with tender skin and no flesh, can ripple white waves with a single shot, shining with brilliance, and is the most charming.

She stood on her tiptoes and looked for her "cousin" in the crowd, and asked puzzledly: "Dad, what are you happy about the light of the Daomen, you are not a Taoist." ”

He already knew that his lover was not his cousin, but the Qincha who lived next door.

Huang Xuanzhi immediately felt uncomfortable in his heart, suffering from gains and losses, for fear that Yang Lin would abandon him.

It wasn't until Yang Lin came in over the wall at night, got her all night, and said some sweet words, that the little girl put her mind at ease.

Now that Yang Lin's figure is found, talking and laughing there, the people around him are all surrounding him, surrounding him, like the stars holding the moon, Huang Xuanzhi's little face is a look of satisfaction.

Huang Yuanwai was still amazed, but he didn't notice his daughter's strange appearance at all, and after a while, the group of people went home, and he reluctantly returned home.

After Yang Lin sat down, he said with a smile: "Xiaomei, I am not in Bianliang during this time, but the house is okay?" ”

Mei Dao said secretly in the bottom of his heart, you have only been gone for a few days, and the temporary arrangement is not leaky, what can happen to this.

"Uncle Shi, please rest assured, everything is fine in the house."

"I've been a little too energetic lately, and I'm feeling like I can't do anything, what's going on?"

Mei Daoren chuckled and said, "Congratulations to Uncle Shi, this is the state of the Eight Duanjin Dacheng, from now on, you can learn the Taoist method of tuna internal strength." ”

When Yang Lin heard this, he was overjoyed, and it seemed that it was really beneficial to study diligently.

There are so many Taoists, and there are not a few people who are nearly eighty years old and still have smart legs and feet.

He first sent Lu Qian to arrange for a group of people outside to stay, and then said: "Xiaomei, let's go to the Shangqing Palace, let's start from this Luoyang, and build a Taoist temple in the city." In every Taoist temple nearby, someone has to be sent to the town every month. ”

Cultivators like to go into the mountains, far away from the world, so they are not close to the people.

If you want people to believe in you, you have to go deep into the masses.

Mei Daoren nodded again and again, it was obvious that with Uncle Shi's handwriting, I am afraid that there is more than one Luoyang City, and this move will definitely be promoted to various state capitals.

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Kim Country, Hoi Ninh Province.

The school field is still icy and snowy, and the Jurchen nobles gather together to drink.

Their bodies are no longer wrapped in layers of animal skins, but rich brocade silk, and their bodies are covered with gold and silver, which is very dazzling.

A soldier on the school field was fighting and practicing with each other, and from time to time there was a sound of shouting and scolding.

A rough man at the top of the body, his body was clean, and it was cold, and his chest was slightly open, revealing a thick chest hair.

There is a scar on his face, which was shot by the Song people when he was surrounded in Tianning Mountain.

This person is Wanyan Zongwang, the second son of Wanyan Agu, and the Jin people call him the second prince.

Zong Wang's face was ugly, and the maid who was in charge of pouring wine for him accidentally sprinkled it outside because of the cold weather, and Zong Wang's time was on fire.

The maid was so cold that her hands were shaking, and she quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Zong Wang picked up the horse whip beside him, whipped it randomly, the flesh and blood flew over, and after a while, the maid died.

There were two big men who pinched their waists and dragged her away, and the room was suddenly filled with this bloody atmosphere, but the few people present didn't care.

"Zongwang, I know why you are so angry, is it that the old emperor wants to give the position of the crown prince to Yan Zongpan, you are like this, right?"

Wanyan Zongpan is the eldest son of Wanyan Wu Qimai, and Aguda wants to give the throne to his younger brother's son, which these people didn't expect.

Yang Pu wrote several times and vigorously opposed it, and the DPRK and China were also opposed.

Even Wanyan Zongpan himself went to the palace several times to cry and complain, not wanting to take away his brother's position as the crown prince.

But Ah Guda has never let go, and no one thought that the old emperor, who has been ruthless all his life, has such deep feelings for his younger brother.

It's just that he did this, but he had a crooked meaning, and the princes who were already fighting openly and secretly put aside their respective grievances.

Even rivals like Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zongbi began to move around each other, and some people once suspected that this was a deliberate move by the old emperor. In order to unite his sons who are scattered.

"My father is confused, this country is brought down by our brothers, if you don't say a word to the second uncle and us, the second uncle is a rare good man, and in our Jurchen manpower, he is also one of the best warriors, but what did that kid do in Zongpan?"

Wan Yan Gao below him sneered and said: "Zong Wang, why bother with it, even if you don't set up another prince, it won't be your turn to do it, in terms of age, your eldest brother Zonggan, and in terms of status, Zongjun is the son-in-law." ”

"Fart, we Jurchens, when will you come according to the rules of Nanban's bullshit, if you have the ability to fight, you won't fight anymore."

"Zongwang, if you want to seize power and make the old emperor value you, there is only one way, and that is to go south. The old emperor never tasted defeat in his life, but he lost two battles in a row in the hands of the Song people. If you can wash away his shame, will the crown prince still have to run? ”

When Zong Wang heard this, he nodded and said, "This is still like a human saying. ”

"Now in Huining Mansion, there are all waste, only Zong Han, who guards Zhongjing Mansion, has a lot of capable sons and daughters under him. Zong Han has always wanted to go south, but he didn't have a chance, so I sent someone to contact him and do the southern expedition together, and the big deal was to allow him to govern the Song Realm at that time. ”