[Uh, I fell asleep at night......]

On the tower of the gate of Julu City, Dong Zhuo and his generals watched the fifty-five people of Baihu Mountain go away with Liu Bei and Zhang Fei.

Li Dao suddenly asked Dong Zhuo, "Why is the general so polite to the disciples of White Tiger Mountain?"

Such a courtesy?

When the other generals heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they all reacted.

Yes, Zhonglang will have a rough and irritable temperament, but what he has done in the past two days can be called "humble and courteous"!

At first, Pan Feng and others "made noise in front of the big tent", which was inconsistent with military law, and Dong Zhuo did not deal with it;

Later, these people "ignored the banquet invitation of the officials" and were arrogant and rude, and Dong Zhuo still did not deal with it;

Later, Julu City was broken, and Zhonglang was about to show the exploits of Guan Yu and others, but these people refused lightly, and then casually said "hunt down the thief" and left in a hurry, but Dong Zhuo still went upstairs to watch.

The only one who can get General Dong's courtesy so far is Zhang Huan, one of the former "Liangzhou Sanming"!

However, how can these unknown people be compared with "Beizhou Haoshi Zhang Ranming"!

Dong Zhuo looked at the puzzled Li Dao and the generals under his command who were also confused, shook his head, and asked a question that was not related: "According to you, how should Your Majesty reward and punish me for the thieves to break the city this time?" ”

"Enter the Beijing Division, be a commonplace! Ha ha! ”

"General Zhengbei can also be."

"If you want to do it, you have to be the general of Zhengxi, and you just go back to Xiliang's hometown."

“……”

Dong Zhuo shook his head again.

Others only look at him as a rising tide, starting from the state soldiers and horses, to Yulin Lang, to Langzhong..., to the history of the state thorn, Hedong Taishou, and then to today's Zhonglang general, and he can indeed be called the official fortune and prosperity.

However, Dong Zhuo himself had different feelings.

His beginnings and promotions are all related to Xiqiang. In the past, the Qiang people were in turmoil, the Son of Heaven was suffering, and he urgently needed to quell the rebellion, so he Dong Zhuo took advantage of the situation in the year of Yanxi and Yongkang, and was promoted here step by step according to the achievements of Pingqiang.

Now that Xiqiang is temporarily safe, his role is not as good as before, although it is not a "cunning rabbit dies, lackeys cook", but once he loses in the crusade against the Taiping thieves, the end will definitely not be much better than the previous Lu Zi.

Moreover, before the White Tiger disciples descended the mountain, Julu City was impregnable; As soon as the White Tiger disciples entered the camp, they defeated the enemy and broke the city!

Under such a situation, no matter how much he Dong Zhuo shows his merits, how can he enter the eyes of the Son of Heaven?

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"Your Majesty, see you here!"

"But has the war changed?"

"The White Tiger King sent fifty-five people down the mountain, and as soon as he entered Julu, he broke through the enemy city with the momentum of plowing the court and sweeping the holes!"

He Jin seems to have a lot of respect for White Tiger Mountain, and between his words, he attributed all the "credit for breaking the city" to the White Tiger people.

"Good!"

Liu Hong was overjoyed, and asked again: "The thief chief Zhang Jiao has been awarded the head?"

"Thief Zhang fled to Yingchuan, Yuzhou, and the White Tiger Sect is pursuing him with all his might."

"Good!"

Although there are small flaws, Liu Hong is already very satisfied with this result.

Just as he was pondering whether to ride a donkey cart in the palace to celebrate, or to have fun in the wine shops in the imitation market in the harem, Empress He entered the palace gate.

After exchanging glances with He Jin, Empress He snuggled up to Liu Hong's side and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, the concubine has something to inquire about!"

"What?"

"Is King Yan really an immortal?"

"It should be true."

"That being the case, Your Majesty, the concubine wants to ask Her Majesty to agree?"

"What's the matter?"

"Please allow your majesty to climb the White Tiger Mountain and learn immortal arts!"

"Let the debater go up the mountain to learn immortal arts?!!"

Han Emperor Liu Hong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shook his head. As the eldest son, he cultivated his own skills before cultivating his own body, and he did not seek immortals before seeking the country, and he was not a system!

"The debater is soft, and he needs to sharpen it." , Queen He saw that Liu Hong was still shaking her head, and said, "Your Majesty, you gave the 'Axe Riding Immortal Treasure' to your young son before, isn't that also the way to cultivate immortals?" It's the same parent-child.,Majesty xià can't be too eccentric.,陛xià~"

Liu Hong couldn't stand Queen He's sticking, so he asked He Jin's opinion.

"Immortal art is still secondary, if it can make the prince's temperament change, it is also a good thing." He Jin looked at Liu Hong's face and said tentatively.

In the expectant eyes of He Jin and the queen, Liu Hong pondered for a long time, and said: "Let me think about the matter of learning immortals." However, even if it is feasible, the teaching of the scriptures and etiquette cannot be abolished, and one person needs to be found as the prince's teacher. ”

When Empress He heard this, she hurriedly said: "In the Huaguang Hall in the past, how about the three elders who taught Confucian classics to His Majesty? ”

After Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven, ascended the throne, three elders went to Huaguang Hall to teach Liu Hong Confucian classics. They are Taiwei Yang Ci, Sikong Zhang Ji, Guangluxun Liu Kuan.

"These three old people are old, they are about to be old, and they are also riddled with diseases, so they can't go to the white tiger." Liu Hong shook his head and refused.

"How is Lu Zi doing?"

"The moth thief is not finished, Lu Zigan may be able to use it."

"How is Jung Kang-sung?"

"This person is concentrating on the study of scriptures, hiding and refusing to conquer, I am afraid it will be difficult to succeed."

"Shen Tu Zilong, Chen Yuanfang, Han Yuanchang, Xun Ciming, ......"

Empress He then listed a group of famous scholars and Confucians, but none of them were favored by Liu Hong.

"Your Majesty, how is Cai Bo?" He Jin in the hall suddenly interjected.

"Chen Liu, Cai Bohu?" Liu Hong pondered for a moment, "Where is this person now?" ”

Cai Yong Cai Bojiao, through the history, good words, and good at the seal book. In the fourth year of Xiping (175), the "Hongdu Stone Scripture" was set up in front of the Taixue lecture hall, and its observation and copying were written by the car, which took more than 1,000 taels a day, filling the streets. Later, because of the impeachment of "enmity and revenge, and the minister", he was relocated to Shuo. Although he was amnesty, he was afraid of the evil of the middle servants, and he died in the rivers and seas, and now he doesn't know where he is.

"It is rumored that his person is living in seclusion in the land of Wu Hui." He Jindao.

"After Cai Bojiao is recalled, I will discuss the matter of cultivating immortals."

"Okay."

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The foot of the White Tiger Mountain.

Rows of houses rose from the ground; Porridge sheds were set up one after another. Pedestrians come and go, but they are orderly and orderly.

Most of the displaced people who were dirty and filthy before have changed into neat winter clothes. Or assist the craftsmen to do some work of ramming the ground and building, or cooperate with the White Tiger disciples to distribute wheat porridge and rice to the new homeless people.

Compared to the chaotic scene at the beginning, it is very different.

Chen Xianling accompanied the little king, looked at this scene from the top of the mountain, stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction.

"The end of the year is approaching, stock up on more rice, grain and winter clothes, and don't be stingy with money." Yan Xiaoyi said.

"The king is benevolent and kind, and thousands of homeless people in the morning Dynasty thank you." Chen County ordered to bow down.

"Haha, this king is used to loving the world." Yan Xiaoyi accepted this salute calmly and asked, "Can the contribution book of the disciples be recorded clearly?" ”

"The true biography, the inner and outer doors, are clear."

"Well done!" King Yan praised and ordered, "Count the names and family backgrounds of the villagers who came to help, so that they can distribute their wealth as remuneration before the end of the year." ”

"Yes, my lord."

After discussing some trivial matters on the mountain, Chen Xian Ling said goodbye and left. And King Yan has been thinking about how to reward his disciples in his heart, and whether to hold a "White Tiger Mountain Spring Festival Gala", until Xiu'er called him to eat, and he was still hesitant.

"Xiu'er, I'll perform a magic trick for you!"

Seeing that there was wheat rice and winter sunflower on the case, King Yan's appetite was greatly reduced, and he took a few mouthfuls of rice boringly, and he suddenly said to the little girl with great interest.

"What is magic?"

"Uh... It's a kind of performance that makes you feel weird when you watch it. ”

"What is acting?"

"Well, the show is... It's just..."The little king clutched his head in distress, and the more he grabbed it, the more anxious he became, and the more he didn't know how to use words to explain "magic" and "performance".

In the end, the fetal hairs on the little head were scratched off two or three sticks, and I still didn't figure out how to use the words, so I simply said: "It's the fairy law!" Immortal law! ”

"Oh, I see."

"Look! The door of life and death! ”

Yan Xiaoyi raised his hand and pointed at it, and above the open space outside the bedroom, a whirlpool suddenly appeared that was standing in the air, filled with black gas, and there were countless electric lights tumbling inside.

At first, the whirlpool was only as big as a bowl, but it "grew" rapidly, and after a few breaths, it was like the mouth of a kettle, and gradually developed a suction force.

The two of Xiu'er and Little King in the room can also feel the pulling power. In Xiu'er's surprised gaze, Yan Xiaoyi threw a wheat cake in the air.

With a "whoosh", the wheat cake flew into the whirlpool and disappeared.

After a few breaths, the mud, sand, rocks, and yellow fallen leaves on the ground also began to "swish" into the ever-growing whirlpool.

Just when Xiu'er was worried about whether the house would also be involved, the whirlpool dissipated.

"Is it amazing, Xiu'er?"

"King, give me back the wheat cakes!"

"Uh......"

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On a continent far away and innumerable in a few feet.

A black, electrically charged vortex suddenly appeared in the air.

A dozen dark-skinned men saw it, and Ulawala shouted, and then they all fell to their knees in front of the whirlpool.

"Wow!"

A handful of mud and sand mixed with gravel fell and hit a black man on the head. The black man lay on his stomach, not daring to move.

"Pounce!"

A heap of leaves was sprinkled on the ground and on the bodies of the people.

"Smack!"

A piece of wheat cake fell at the feet of the leading black man.

"Woo-la!"

When the whirlpool cleared, all the blacks gathered in a circle, laughing and jumping. The leader smiled, and carefully picked up the piece of wheat cake that seemed to have taken a bite, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.