Chapter 143 Traitor No

Everyone's eyes focused on Gong Nian Huai again, and the playful meaning in his eyes Gong Nian Huai understood, and just sighed softly, who let himself come from the next generation eight hundred years later?

Everyone here looks at this era at a level glance, while they themselves look down on it, and the vision of the two is not the same. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In an age of extremely limited information transmission, they know too little about the people and events of their time.

In the later generations where Gong Nian Huai lived, not only did he naturally have a sense of looking down on historical events, but also due to the development of the Internet, the acquisition of information was extremely convenient and effective. Even the things in the corners can be picked up to the fullest.

Moreover, the Quanzhen Sect has become even more famous because of Jin Yong's two extremely popular masterpieces, and its popularity is no less than that of Zhang Sanfeng and Shaolin Temple. It is impossible for people in the future to know it.

If you want to judge whether Li Zhichang is working for the Mongols, you must know what he has done. And to know what he has done, it is extremely difficult in the era of the Great Song Dynasty. Unless this person is extremely famous, and there are a large number of fans who play and sing for it.

However, the area of activity of the Quanzhen Sect is mainly in the north, with Hebei and Shandong as its base. Even if the Quanzhen Sect was well-known in the north, it was difficult for it to enter the vision of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Even if a military tycoon like Meng Heng Jianghai has no military significance, who would watch the activities of a few Taoist priests?

Therefore, as soon as Gong Yi Nian Huai's words came out, everyone turned their attention to him.

If Gong Nian Huai said that there was a new gadget, everyone's curiosity would not be so great. Gong Nian Huai has not been here for a long time, but the new gadgets that come out of his hands have greatly subverted everyone's understanding. One or two more pieces are just a quantitative gathering, not an earth-shattering shock.

And now Gong Nian Huai wants to ask a few questions for them here, so that he can determine whether this Li Zhichang is doing things for the Mongols, is it a bit arrogant and overpowered?

But everyone felt that Gong Nian Huai was not a person who ran the train with his mouth, and he said that if he could judge Li Zhichang's success with a few questions, he would definitely be able to do it.

How did this kid do it?

Gong Yi Nianhuai smiled at everyone and turned his head towards Li Liang, "Uncle Li, is this Li Zhichang you are talking about a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect?" ”

Li Liang shook his head blankly, "Gongzi loses, I don't know what sect Li Zhichang is, but his master and senior brother know it." ”

"Oh, that's it." Gong Yi Nianhuai scratched his head, and his strategy of asking questions by himself was still not perfect. Even in later generations, most people see that a Taoist priest is a Taoist, that a monk is a monk, and that a person wearing a white robe is the Great Food Sect, who has the leisure to distinguish which sect they belong to?

"Is Li Zhichang's master Qiu Chuji, and his senior brother Yin Zhiping?" Gong Nianhuai's eyes flickered, like phosphorus fire in a graveyard.

Li Liang was stunned for a moment, and then said slowly, "That's what the informant said, it is Qiu Chuji and Yin Zhiping. ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai nodded, and said in his heart that the idle books he had read blindly in the later life still seemed to be somewhat useful, "Uncle Li, did that informant mention that Qiu Chuji once took eighteen disciples to the Great Snow Mountain to visit Temujin?" ”

Li Liang opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Gong Yi Nianhuai, this kid seemed to know more than the time. He nodded hurriedly and said, "Qiu Chuji has indeed gone to the Great Snow Mountain to see the thief chief, whether it is with eighteen disciples, the informant does not know. ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai looked around and said with a smile, "Don't stare at the kid, the question asked by the kid is finished, how to decide, of course, Grandpa Jiang and Uncle Meng will make the decision." ”

Jiang Hai stroked his beard and stared at Gong Yi Nianhuai with slanted eyes, "Boy, I won't ask you how you know these secrets, what do you mean to say that this Quanzhen Sect is a lackey of the Mongols?" ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai smiled bitterly, "Grandpa Jiang, the kid is just stating the facts, whether the Quanzhen Sect is a lackey of the Mongols or not, it is up to you and Uncle Meng to judge." Gong Nian Huai twisted his neck and looked away from the river and sea, the old man's gaze was sharper than a sword, and it was uncomfortable.

Gong Nian Huai's heart moved, it seems that this fire is not burning yet, and it still has to blow the wind.

"The kid also heard a saying. The Jin Emperor once sent someone to recruit Qiu Chuji, and Qiu Chuji said that the Jin Dynasty Emperor had unkind evil, so he resigned; When I was in the Ningzong Dynasty, I also sent someone with an edict to urge Qiu Chuji to go there, but Qiu Chuji thought that the emperor of our dynasty was guilty of dereliction of government, and he did not resign. And when the Mongolian Tartars invited Qiu to take the opportunity, Qiu said that I follow the principles of heaven, and the angels dare not disobey them. Readily agreed to go. The kid is just a rumor, I don't know if it's true or not. ”

After Gong Yi Nianhuai finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and poured the slightly cold tea into his mouth. Eyes slid across everyone's faces.

Gong Nian Huai was slightly disappointed, and the scene he wanted to see was not there. Even the youngest Meng Zhijing just rolled his eyes around his father and Jiang Hai.

Meng Heng was like an old monk who was settled, and his eyebrows were silent; And after Jiang Hai finished saying the last word in Gong Nianhuai, he tilted his head slightly and looked at the beam of the house to find ants.

Gong Nian Huai was very puzzled, didn't he say that the lord humiliated his ministers to death? Qiu Chuji's evaluation of the three emperors, not to mention fairness or unfairness, from the perspective of the Song people, a Taoist priest dared to say that the emperor was guilty of dereliction of government, even if he did not let his body disappear, he would have to be punished. If we look at Qiu's evaluation of Temujin together, we directly veto the rationality of the Southern Song Dynasty's governance. This is the words of the heart.

It is said that this room is full of people in the military, and there is no lack of blood, and as soon as Gong Nian Huai said these words, this house will not explode, and it will be in flames.

That's good, nothing happened. And the atmosphere has become more dull and uninteresting. It's as if everyone doesn't want to talk about it.

"Hehe, Nianhuai's knowledge is really extensive, and it is worth traveling thousands of miles." Meng Hui patted the table and called everyone back from the state of wanting to hibernate, "The next few days will be busy and tedious, Uncle Fang, you can take Nian Huai Qingyuan to rest early." ”

When Gong Yi heard this, his eyes straightened, and this is the end?

Fang Qiong stood up, smiled, and beckoned Gong Nian Huai and Meng Zhijing to go back to rest. Gong Nian Huai stood up in a daze and followed Fang Qiong out of the room. I forgot to say goodbye.

The sound of the door closing, coupled with the coolness of the night breeze, Gong Nian Huai stepped out of the room, his mind was much clearer, looking at the starry sky, shining brightly, he couldn't help shaking his head lightly, and laughed secretly.

Meng Zhijing was even more depressed, originally thinking of taking this opportunity to squeeze into the ranks of the bandits and fight for some more military exploits, but seeing that the opportunity was about to fall into his hands, who knew his father's words, and the duck in his hand flew away inexplicably.

Fang Qiong looked left and right at the two people with very different expressions, without saying a word, his hands behind his back, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, humming and chirping in his mouth.

Meng Zhijing looked back at the room where his father was, the window pane emitted a faint light, there was no sign of extinguishing, he sighed softly, lowered his head, and kicked a stone under his feet.