In the twelfth year of Emperor Shaojing, the seventh day of the lunar month.

"Some people have always said that the ancestor under the pillar is actually Xuantian Qingyun Ke......"

"Huh?"

This is no longer the "storage room" of the holy place, but the place where the old man works, with a table in the middle of the room, and bookshelves on both sides that reach up to the ceiling, filled with all kinds of boxes, some locked, others preserved with various precious spices. Yuan Liang had a sound of "tsk" in his mouth, and he kept rummaging and checking, while Xiaoyin stood quietly on the side of the table, and the smile on his face never changed.

"I've also heard that the ancestor of Zhuxia came to enlightenment from the historical books of a hundred generations, and he gave birth to the art of soldiers and magic...... After that, he died inexplicably, and he didn't know what to do. Later, rumors began to spread that the ancestor under the pillar was the outer body of Xuantian Qingyunke. ”

In the legend, Zhuxia Shi has long been one of the gods of Daxia, or even more than one, for example, Xiaoyin knows that in addition to the version just mentioned, there is also the saying that he went out of Yangguan in the west, incarnated as the ancestor of Buddhism, and then came back to preach the summer land, and it is also said that he and the first generation of masters, and the first generation of Yan Hui, in fact, are the Buddhist disciples who have obtained the Bodhisattva fruit, and they are the Buddha's orders, and came to save the people.

"But that's all nonsense, of course."

While writing a book, the old man said: "The time, place, and witnesses of the death of the ancestor under the pillar are all recorded...... Although the vast majority of people are unaware of the existence of these materials, they are always there. ”

"That's what 'history' means, that's what 'historians' mean."

After saying this, the old man had just finished writing a piece of paper, put down the pen, and he rubbed his wrist while looking at Xiaoyin.

"I've heard about your affairs in Qingzhou, it's very good, you can directly face Zigong, your understanding of the 'human heart' has probably surpassed our two old men."

As he spoke, he picked up the paper he had just written, blew it, and beckoned to Xiaoyin, "Come and see." ”

The paper was about a foot square, but the paper was ordinary, with two lines written on it, the right side was "self-concealed nameless", and the left side was written "criminal name spell"

"The first teacher to study, is to 'hide and nameless' as a business, but the avenue is like the sky, considerable but unreachable, my generation inherited, but can get the 'criminal name', 'law', 'art' four words, just like entering the heavenly peach forest, but can only take one fruit."

After a pause, the old man said, "You have done an excellent job of coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes...... If there are no surprises. ”

Xiaoyin bowed lightly and did not speak.

The Liu family's own intelligence network and transmission channels were strong enough, and almost at the same time that the news was reported to the palace, Xiaoyin already knew the news of the southern front, and the news that the young man, who was still his husband in theory, had spread his wings and jumped out of his plan.

"But success or failure is not a hypothesis."

His expression was still as blank as if he were a dead thing, and the old man continued: "The art of slaying dragons...... Why is it always a one-child single pass? Because the inheritors of the art of dragon slaying can only have one winner in any era. ”

"If that news doesn't come, I might approve you into the vault...... But now. ”

The old man clasped his hands together, stared at Xiaoyin's expression carefully, and said, "You still have to wait." ”

"The autistic peach orchard is too ancient, and I want to grow a big wooden pillar for a long time...... You and your senior brother, who is worthy of walking into the Cloud Dragon Gate as the Tree of the Heavens? Who is worthy of being the successor of this generation of Taoyuan? It will take a little longer to decide on this matter. ”

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In the twelfth year of Emperor Shaojing, the seventh day of the lunar month.

In the imperial dining room, the aroma is fragrant, and the various colored cereals are being washed separately, and after a while, they will be mixed together and slowly boiled over low heat, and this boiling will continue all night, until the next morning, the eight-colored mixed porridge that has been completely cooked will be divided and sent to the palaces.

Zhongda leaned back on the chaise longue, squinting, as if he was about to fall asleep, only the wings of his nose occasionally fanned, as if to catch the aroma of food.

"Father-in-law."

Slipped in from the side door with low eyebrows, Zhong Yuan saluted, stood beside him respectfully, Zhong Da didn't open his eyes, and said, "What do you say?" ”

"The second prince seems to be very hot," Zhong Yuan said, "rushed up to Taifu Liu's mansion." ”

"That's nature."

A few low laughs—a laugh worse than even broken bellows or scraps of bamboo—said with his right hand, "He's probably the only one here who really cares...... It's a pity......"

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In the twelfth year of Emperor Shaojing, the seventh day of the lunar month.

The General's Palace.

When he heard the news, the emperor was drinking tea, and with the recitation of his subordinates, he tasted the tea very calmly, put the cup back on the table very calmly, and then ...... Like a mountain collapse!

The whole large, sturdy wooden table turned into powder in an instant, and what was even more terrifying than this was that the emperor still had a calm smile on his face.

“…… Lao Yang, are your eyes for eating? ”

The voice was gentle and the attitude was kind, but for the shadowless gun that had followed the emperor for decades and had just hurried back and personally brought the news, he clearly knew that the anger of the lord in front of him had reached the point where even dozens of lives might not be able to fill it.

But Zhu Ziping persuaded the emperor and asked three questions.

Is it true? Is there any evidence? What will happen to the front?

The three questions temporarily suppressed the anger of the emperor's heir, and after thinking about it carefully, he answered them one by one.

He believes that this should be true, and the evidence is not important, because Di Shaojing will definitely not come forward to deny it, and he may even add fuel to the bottom to make this information more true.

"As for the front-line ......"

After pondering for a long time, the emperor said: "I originally thought that Mu Feng would win if he went, but the immortal ......."

But he shook his head suddenly, and the emperor said categorically: "There is nothing to do on the front line...... The undead will be defeated! ”

"He's too young, and Yuqing didn't even remind him...... How dangerous is this move? Once he walks out, no matter who wins or loses between Taiping Dao and my Southern Expedition army, he is destined to be the only loser! ”

"The war will soon be over...... Mu Feng is about to return to Beijing, and the matter of establishing a reserve is also close at hand, Mr. Hong, as soon as it is arranged, it can start! ”

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In the twelfth year of Emperor Shaojing, the seventh day of the lunar month.

The emperor is in the wild.

Half-surrounded by not very tall but continuous hills, the village is not very large, but it also has a radius of thousands of steps and nearly a hundred houses.

Emperor Mufeng's line is in the village.

Standing side by side on four horses, standing outside the village, not far in front of them, is the mountain pass, in order to adapt to the mountain, the road here has a sharp turn, in order to make up for this shortcoming, Ao Bixi specially arranged about fifty scouts scattered on the road outside the mountain pass and on both sides.

The village is quiet, but the four fields are killing the sky. With this place as the center, more than 100,000 people are entangled in the vast space of dozens of miles in the southeast, northwest, and northwest, attacking and killing each other.

The capital in Yun Chongbo's hands was greater than the maximum estimated by the imperial staff, and he actually discharged a lineup of nearly 20,000 people, and at the same time, there was an army from Qingzhou, with a total of nearly 3,000, defected on the battlefield.

But the lineup he faced was too heavy, although it was a hastily decided battle, but the imperial army was still able to concentrate a total of 74,000 troops on the battlefield, and the Qingzhou rebellion did have some impact, but immediately, Cao Zhongkang led a hundred tigers and leopards to ride, forcibly broke through, and took off the head of the rebel leader.

"Yingzheng, this guy actually has the demeanor of a famous general......"

Ying Zheng was in front of the battle, observing and actually responsible for the emergency command on the front line, looking at the military report sent by the flowing price, although all the generals of Ao Bixi were old men in the army, they had to praise "good".

"A well-trained soldier and a good formation also make a good fist and kick...... Such a person is worthy of ......"

Ao Bixi chuckled and said, "Let's watch." ”

Today's arrangement, someone originally proposed to ambush the generals here, but it was unceremoniously vetoed: Yun Chongbo wanted victory, not suicide, if he didn't see the opportunity to make this "five-petal plum blossom" method, he was more likely to shrink and retreat directly, not to mention ...... All the generals were not in the camp, and with the morale and determination of the imperial army, which was already weaker than the Taiping Dao, although it had a several times advantage, it was difficult to say that it would not be beaten out again by a big avalanche like the one under Baiyun Mountain.

Therefore, the generals led by Yingzheng were still scattered to control their respective troops, and only four people were left here to wait for Yun Chongbo to come.

Ao Bixi, Ao gluttony, Ao Jianxi, Ao happy.

The four of them, plus the five hundred elites of the Ao family dragoon, they believed that no matter how much aura Yun Chongbo wore on his body now, it would be impossible for him to cut down the banner of the Chinese army under their protection.

“…… By the way, what's the name of this village? ”

glanced at Ao Xingxing reproachfully, and Ao Bixi said helplessly: "Xiao Jiu, you became famous earlier than Yingzheng, and your qualifications and talents are better than him, and your experience in the army is much longer than him, but you just don't want to be motivated" Fang said the name ......of the village here, and said: "Today's arrangement, if you have anything unclear, ask now." ”

“…… Big Baidi? ”

After hearing the answer, Ao Xingxing's face showed a very confused look, and he pinched his chin hard.

"What, there's a problem?"

"Oh, no, no, nothing."

Waving his hand, but still frowning, Ao Xingxing looked around again, and said: "This location is very well chosen, but why, as soon as I heard the name of this place, I was a little frightened......