In the early spring of the ninth year of Zhenguan, although the period of the Xiaoice River had passed, the entire Henan Province of the Great Tang was still under the cold of winter, and many rivers had just thawed, and there was still a lot of thin ice remaining. In Chenzhou, one of the important towns of Henan Province, an avalanche occurred in the nearby Zuohua Mountain, causing the road into the Zuohua Mountain to be blocked, and the two people went missing.

Although the two people are missing, in the grand narrative about the Zhenguan period in the history books, there will not even be a single punctuation, and even the narrative about the nine years of Zhenguan is only a few strokes, which is nothing more than the Tang Dynasty sending troops to Tuguhun.

But for those who are in this matter, the significance is not insignificant,

As one of the parties involved, Tie San was shocked when he looked at the white land under his feet, and for the first time he had a sense of horror for the gentle and humorous little Langjun in his village.

Whether it is facing the natural power of nature, or for the unknown things, people are prone to fear, even if the heart is like a rock like iron three, but also sit on the ground, staring at the bottom for a long time, only then step by step to turn back to Wuzhuang Temple, still doubting the authenticity of the avalanche in front of them.

"Third Uncle Tie, these things are extremely dangerous, you must ignite them from afar, and after igniting them, quickly stay away." Lu Zhe's words still echoed in Tie San's mind repeatedly, at the beginning he still felt that this Xiaolang Junshen was mysterious and secret, and this kind of porcelain vase was very remarkable, but now that he thinks about it, fortunately he quickly stayed away after lighting it, otherwise, he would almost become a ghost in Fengdu.

"After a month, in arithmetic, if you can defeat Duan Xiaoniang, Zhe will accept you." That night, after seeing the lost soul of the subway three times back to the village, Lu Zhe said to Du Huaiwei beside him.

"No! Thank you, Master Lu. The answer to him was Du Huaiwei's surprised voice.

Seeing Du Huaiwei's ecstatic expression, Lu Zhe didn't say a word, turned around and entered the house, and continued to practice calligraphy.

Now Du Huaiwei has been studying with Duan Xiaoniang Yun Niang and them every day, as an adult, although he is in contact with those texts and Arabic numerals such as 12345 for the first time, but his mind is still far superior to Yun Niang and other small beans, although it is a little difficult to get started, but he is very confident that he can beat Duan Xiaoniang, the current class leader and representative of the arithmetic class, in a month.

Lu Shi is giving a certain opportunity to get started, is it because he is moved by a certain firm desire to study? Du Huaiwei thought happily, turned around and changed his smiling face, and asked Duan Xiaoniang to open a small stove for himself to tutor in arithmetic.

Lu Zhe was in the back room, a little awkward in the past, but today it is even more awkward, and after a while, there are a lot of ink spots on the clumsy texture of the Xuan hemp paper.

When he came back to his senses and saw the words on the paper, he couldn't help but be stunned.

On the yellowed paper, in addition to some crooked traditional characters, there is also an extra sentence that the Tang people can't understand if they want to break their heads.

C'est la vie!

Ay...... Lu Zhe endured that breath for a long time, and finally sighed, this sentence in French, he often talked about it in later generations, which means that this is life.

Maybe this is the life of the people of Zhenguan. Lu Zhe said self-deprecatingly, the sorrow and panic in his heart overflowed together, and he couldn't help but throw down the pen and paper, curled up on the kang, and trembled.

The idea of killing Du Jingfu was from the thought that popped up in Lu Zhe's mind when he knew Du Jingfu's identity, it turned out that he thought that the Mu family was the white glove of Princess Rencheng's mansion, and the King of Rencheng and Princess Rencheng were notoriously benevolent, and they were also notoriously cautious, and they didn't even care about being almost blinded by Yu Chigong.

Therefore, I struggled for a long time, so I warned the other party, and I also hoped to give the princess next door a reminder.

Unexpectedly, this Mu clan was opened by the descendants of the Du family, Lu Zhe was stunned at that time, and an inexplicable terror hit Lu Zhe's whole body, he was trembling all over his body, just like Uncle Liu Huang who cooked wine with Cao Cao's green plum that day, he had to rub the panda and drink wine to hide his trembling hands.

Because Lu Zhe knew very well that Du Fuwei's branch, at that time, under Li Yuan's instructions, was almost wiped out, and even his righteous son, Kan Ling, a brave general known as Modao, was also killed, Du Jingfu and Du Huaiwei could survive, and the Mu family's industry, what does it mean?

It shows that it is very likely that there are other people or forces behind the Mu clan, and they can be rescued, and the strength of the forces behind them can be imagined. Although it is unknown who it is, it must be unfriendly to Li Tang, Lu Zhe does not dare to say that it faintly points to the Shandong Shi clan, but in short, he wants to use the hatred of the Du brothers to cause trouble to Li Tang.

Therefore, Lu Zhe, who thought of this, decisively did not finish explaining the reason for Du Fuwei's defeat that night, but thought carefully for most of the night, and finally made a judgment.

That night, Lu Zhe carefully recalled all the books, movies and television about the Zhenguan period, and did not think of any record of the rebellion of Du Fuwei's descendants, let alone the record of rebellion, not even the record of existence.

Since there is no sign in history, it shows that the descendants of the Du family will not succeed in the rebellion, and it is even possible that they will be stillborn before they start.

"In that case, don't blame me." That night, listening to the whispers and low sobs coming from next door, Lu Zhe secretly made up his mind to get rid of Du Jingfu.

There is no way, Wuzhuang Guan and himself are too weak and too small, so weak that even if they are slightly affected by this kind of turmoil, they will be shattered, and as Du Jingfu for the purpose of rebellion, there is no reason to let go of himself who only has magical means of making a fortune and mastering the means of mass destruction, although they think it is Taoism.

Whether it's a Dao technique or a weapon that can be manufactured in batches, they will most likely tie themselves firmly to their ship, and if they don't use it, they will most likely end up being wiped out.

There is no other reason, because he knows the inside story of the Mu family, and in the name of the son of the immortal, there is no other way to go, and it is impossible for him to gamble with his life that the other party is a gentleman, even if he shows all kinds of magical skills, and guesses that they are going to rebel and let himself go.

You must know that even if it is just the name of an immortal disciple, Lu Zhe can't think of a reason for the other party to let him go, you must know that how many peasant uprisings in history have been dressed in the cloak of religion, so the White Lotus Sect has been shouted and killed for thousands of years.

Since you came to the Tang Dynasty, you should live like a Tang person. Lu Zhe sighed, very apprehensive and reluctant in his heart. "Ancient society has its own set of operating laws, since you can't be strong enough to resist, ignore or even change it, then obey it first." Lu Zhe, who let go of his moral bottom line, persuaded himself in this way.

What was the operating system of ancient society? During the Republic of China, Mr. had already explained everything through novels, "I opened the history and checked, this history has no age, and the words benevolence, righteousness and morality are written on every crooked page." I couldn't sleep horizontally and vertically, and I read carefully for half the night before I could see the words in the cracks, and there were two words written all over the book that were 'cannibalism'!"

Yes, it's man-cannibalism! The law of operation of the feudal era is like this, even if so many self-media and keyboard warriors in later generations boasted about how comfortable they were in ancient times, they could not change the fact that in the feudal period of the Middle Ages, the productive forces were underdeveloped, resulting in people's lives not as much as they are now.

The reason why many people in later generations are crazy about worshipping the ancients and think that everything is good is probably because of our previous thinking that we are much wider than you.

In fact, even if it was blown up by those keyboard warriors who were all good in ancient times, the prosperous Kangqian era, whose GDP accounted for one-third of the world at that time, could not change the fact that it was difficult to guarantee food and clothing for most people, and many people at that time did not seek food and clothing, but begged not to starve to death. Even Tianjin and Beijing and other "first good districts" are all people's dishes, there is no food at home, and the road is full of abandoned babies and dead babies, even worse than the period of Emperor Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty.

Why is it still blown up in history that it is the prosperous era of Kangqian? It's just that the literate ruling class at that time was much better off than before.

The so-called survival law of feudal society, from ancient times to the present, is nothing more than the law of the jungle. The people at the bottom endure hardship, and wait until a certain point, or natural disasters break out or man-made disasters run rampant, and the bottom layer that can't survive rises up, overthrows the top, and then the bottom ushers in a new master, repeating the process of squeezing again. The so-called general trend of the world, divided for a long time, must be united, and these divisions and combinations are nothing more than these ruling classes redistributing the cake.

Since this is the case, then Lu Zhe, who has made up his mind to live like a Zhenguan person, must do something that matches his identity.

What is Lu Zhe's identity, the sect master of the mountain sect known as the enemy of Confucianism, the remnant of the former dynasty who lives in seclusion in the mountains, the immortal disciple who despises the world, and the quasi-scholar clan who is determined by the princess of Rencheng of the Cui family.

So, as Lu Zhe, what should he do in the face of Shang Jia and the remnants of the previous dynasty who were not kind to him?

Of course, it is to destroy its head and take it for your own use!

So, Lu Zhe, who had been thinking about it all night, got up early the next morning, but he didn't go to the cafeteria to make breakfast, but found Tie San, who was proficient in arson, and begged him to make a long lead.

To Lu Zhe's surprise, after asking Lu Zhe's request again, Tie San expressed considerable disdain for his long lead, saying that such a long line is difficult to continue to burn as he wishes. And patted his chest to assure that there is absolutely no problem, just a matter of minutes.

After breakfast, when the Shadow Liu clan was about to go home, Lu Zhe quietly told the Shadow Liu clan to let the shadow pheasant wait for him in the cowshed. So when the Mu family's master and servant were washing the dishes, Lu Zhe, who went home to make up for sleep under the pretext of going home, did not go home, but went to the cowshed, handed him three porcelain bottles, and asked her to put these porcelain bottles on a certain hillside outside Zuohua Mountain with Uncle Tie.

The place of the explosion was chosen by Lu Zhe a long time ago, it happened that Lu Zhe had been waiting there for a few days, and the convex slope not far from the ghost forest was the best place to cause an avalanche

So, after a night of calculations, he finally confirmed the best place to place the explosives.

The two bottles of explosives are one in front of the other, one high and one low, stuck at the bottom of the stones on the side of the mountain, and more importantly, Lu Zhe asked Tie San to bury an explosive among the fallen leaves of the mountain road, and the three bottles of explosives just enclose an area similar to an equilateral triangle, as long as one is detonated, it may cause an avalanche, and Lu Zhe also specially instructed Tie San that the underground must be timed well, so that Du Jingfu's master and servant will only detonate when they go to that vicinity.

Therefore, the shadow pheasant did not appear in Lu Zhe's field that day, because she had already taken Tie San and went out of the mountain at that time. And Tie San, after arranging everything, did not come back at all, but he was a hunter in the village, and he had been hunting in the mountains for a long time, and spring was also the season for hunting, and the villagers did not ask much.

When the shadow pheasant gave Lu Zhe an affirmative answer at dinner, he went home to do things. As for why Lu Zhe asked them to do these things, Tie San and Shadow Pheasant didn't ask, after many years of living together, the people of Wuzhuang Guan could survive under the pressure of harsh external conditions, and they were already similar to a family, so they didn't think about asking Lu Zhe what he was doing at all, nor did they think that it would be bad for them.

Sure enough, Du Jingfu proposed to leave early the next morning. So, from afar, he found that the two of them were about to pass by, and lit the delayed ignition device of the porcelain vase.

Fifteen breaths later, Du Jingfu's master and servant walked into the triangle and heard a bang.

The sky is falling apart.

They don't have to worry about how the Mushu Nu broke through this ghost forest anymore.

And Lu Zhe, in the thunderous explosion and the gesture of Tie San's lost soul to Lu Zhe, also slowly completed his psychological transformation.

The night was already deep, and there was a burst of warmth under the kang, Lu Zhe, who wrapped himself in the quilt, still felt very cold, and kept shivering, and when the snoring sound of Du Huaiwei and Mu Seventeen in the next room came, Lu Zhe trembled even more, and the hand holding the Damascus treasure knife next to the pillow was so strong that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes stared at the opposite room fiercely.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to kill people, and the last time he bombed the Tubo people, it can be said that it is for self-defense and for Princess Wencheng's tragedy to not happen again, etc., which is quite a great and righteous excuse to convince himself to take other people's lives.

But this time, he actually planned a murder!

Thinking of this, Lu Zhe suddenly became scared, and always felt that there was a pair of eyes in the dark, staring at him viciously.

"Brother....... delicious!"

Who! Yun Niang's whisper made Lu Zhe sit up suddenly, almost waking up Lu Yun on the kang on the opposite side.

Seeing the sweet smile in her sister's dream, she kept smacking her lips as if she was eating her favorite casserole fish head. I don't know why, Lu Zhe's heart seems to have some warmth. For the sake of Yun Niang and Wuzhuang Guan, I also have to be ruthless.

Live like a Zhenguan person.

Even if the way of life of the Zhenguan people is so cruel and barbaric.

In the cold spring night, the young man looked at his sleeping sister, holding a sharp blade in his hand, with a smile on his face, and sat like this all night.

By the time dawn, Lu Zhe's eyes were red, and he was already smiling more and more like Cui Yuanli, Yang Hongyi and other Tang people.