On that day, several Yu Marquis received Wang Hao's dispatch, which was regarded as pouring blood mold.

After coming back, just after speaking, before he could receive the reward, Wang Hao fell.

Uncle Zhang suddenly became a hero from a criminal, and several people were immediately put in prison to find out the location of the rolling down hill that day.

Yang Lin led the crowd to ride a horse, with white silk tied around his waist, a yellow beam crown on his head, and a dark Taoist robe, with a solemn face.

Altars have long been set up here, and the main reason for coming to worship is to boost morale and declare that those who have made great achievements in war will not be forgotten, so that the army will not want to fight to the death.

After all, if a meritorious person gets such an end as Uncle Zhang, he will feel cold as a person, who is willing to move forward.

Yang Lin stepped forward, stepping on the seven-star step, the dust in his hand was lightly raised, and there were words in his mouth.

A little soldier at the bottom covered his mouth and smiled: "Look at Shaozai, is this a thing?" ”

The one next to him, who was slightly older than him, knocked on the door of his head and said in a low voice: "What do you know, Shaozai is a real person in Yanqing Guan Chiyang, a deputy sect leader of Taoism, and he has a great way to go." ”

These two little soldiers, but they turned out to be two brothers, the elder brother is called Wu Jue, and the younger brother is called Wu Luan, both of whom are from Longgan County, Deshun Army, and were originally two small soldiers of the Western Army.

Wu Lan slapped his brother, looked left and right, no one paid attention to them, and said unconvinced: "I don't believe in these Buddhas, Taoists, and people." ”

Wu Jue was furious and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! ”

Wu Lan rolled his eyes and turned his head to look elsewhere, but the people around him looked at Yang Lin very reverently.

"At that time, save the suffering Tianzun, fill the ten realms, often use the power of the gods, save all sentient beings, get away from the lost, sentient beings are unconscious, such as blind to see the sun and the moon, I am too indifferent, and the collar is boundless..."

Yang Lin practiced day and night in Bianliang, and he was proficient in Daomen, no matter whether it was useful or not, he would cross the unjust dead spirit, just to seek peace of mind.

The paper is fluttering, and the white flowers are swaying. He was chanting aloud, alarming the people below, but at the foot of the mountain there was a Bai Orion, that day Uncle Zhang rolled down the mountain in order to save himself, just hung in the bushes, and was rescued by the Orion home.

Now when I hear the Chinese dialect, it is not the same as what the person I saved that day said, but it is just that his family has finally come to look for it.

The hunter who was chopping wood rushed down, dragging Uncle Zhang, who didn't know why, and ran out at night, gesturing with his hands.

Uncle Zhang was dragged a little painfully at night, and shouted, "What the hell is going on?" Alas, you slow down! There is no need to delay in the implementation of the Han style here. This officer... After going out, when it is played. Holy Lord, vigorously... Whoa, slow down. ”

Orion was strong and impatient to carry him on his shoulders, and in the jungle he carried a man but walked like a fly.

In the forest in spring, everything recovered, and Uncle Zhang was a little uncomfortable in this scene, but he just shouted vigorously: "Slow down, slow down." ”

Good to die, this sentence came out of the Kaifeng accent in his mouth, a bit similar to the Bai tribe's "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

Orion grinned and showed his skills, and he was as swift as a deer like the elves in the forest.

Halfway up the mountain, one of Yang Lin's scriptures had reached the last paragraph, he sighed and said loudly: "The soul rises and falls, and the wind returns to his hometown." At this moment, the soul is broken and tearful, even if you say goodbye, the soul returns! ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone below burst into tears, and suddenly a figure jumped out from below, Lu Qian's eyes were about to split, and it was too late to climb the altar with a knife in his hand, so he only shouted: "There are assassins!" ”

Everyone was below, and they saw clearly, only to see a thin, strangely dressed man, carrying a middle-aged man in ragged clothes, standing in front of the stage and not knowing what he was talking about.

On his back, Zhang Shuye recognized Yang Lin at a glance and said happily: "Shaozai? ”

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"I'm convinced, and after I go back, I will also find a Taoist temple, hoping that I can understand life and death for the rest of my life." Wu Lan was fascinated and chattered.

Wu Jue laughed and scolded angrily: "You idiot, didn't you say everything, that is, Governor Zhang didn't fall to his death." ”

"So many people watched, Yang Shaozai returned with a word of soul, and a messenger sent Uncle Zhang back, Shaozai was humble and refused to show miracles, so he excused Zhang Zhifu and did not fall to his death, don't you understand this big brother?"

Wu Jue didn't bother to argue with him, strode up with the team, and rushed in the direction of Yangyi Baa City.

Yang Lin and the others rode horses and went back a long time ago, including Uncle Zhang, who saw the light of day again.

After he was rescued, he was afraid that Wang Hao would chase and kill, so he never dared to show up.

Yang Lin was in a very happy mood, and dragged Uncle Zhang to his small courtyard at night, and after coming in, there was a sand table at the door.

Uncle Zhang nodded secretly in his heart, that Wang Hao came here, he knew how to drink and have fun every day, and he was also a high-ranking official close to the emperor, and his background was different.

Yang Lin excitedly ordered to go down, buy some wine and food, and he wanted to give Uncle Zhang the wind at night.

This time I came back to Dali, and it was a surprise and a good start.

The battle of Tubo, I hope it can be successfully completed, I don't have time to stay here for a long time, if it becomes a quagmire of war, such as the Sui expedition to Goryeo and the Tang attack on Nanzhao, it will be all over.

The soldiers and horses of the Great Song Dynasty were affected by this, or they promoted the integration and unity of the Tibetan tribes, which were all disastrous consequences.

The war in the north is estimated to have started immediately at this time, and even if the winter in the north ends late, it will not drag on for too long.

The first battle of Liaojin was bound to fall apart, and one race was reduced from then on.

The land of Youyan, the gateway of the Central Plains, and the danger of the Great Wall, sooner or later you will have to come back more. No matter who wins, the Great Song will join the war.

A table of banquets, the memorial service turned into a night banquet, Yang Lin entertained Uncle Zhang for a while, and then carefully inquired about every detail of the night battle.

"The military discipline of the Tubo people is sloppy, and the night battle is especially weak, most of them are greedy for money and afraid of death, and few are willing to fight to the death for the lord." Yang Lin said in a condensed voice, this is the information he got from Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang nodded and said: "Tubo has been killing each other, fighting for two hundred years, and the spirit has been lost, except for the Tibetan monks who are a little brave, other soldiers and horses may not die for their lords." If they can be divided, and they can be brought to peace without a fight, it is the best policy. ”

Yang Lin chuckled and said: "Let's fight a few beautiful battles first, and kill the people of Tibet, otherwise there will always be people who are lucky and resist the heavenly soldiers." ”

These words were said with a smile, but there was a loud sound, which made Zhang Shuye very heartbroken.

Fighting with such a person is the battlefield that boys yearn for when they are young, and the struggle in the Central Plains is in Di and Rong. Husband Quartet, Anke resigned to poverty.

That Wang Huang, what a thing!