"Father, we can't be run away by Han Lao'er this time!"

Thinking of this, don't bite Timur's angry teeth, maybe you can know the news of Emperor Song's dragon vein, but he was rescued by the Red Turban Army. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, Don't Timur and Kuan Che Buhua were riding horses, walking side by side. Behind him, he followed the ground soldiers who marched forward in a procession.

Several vassal kings basically listened to the instructions of the Yuan court, and almost everyone was playing their own small calculations. The Yuan court frantically searched for records about the dragon veins of the Song Emperor, which attracted the attention of the vassal kings.

"Hmm"

Kuan Che nodded in agreement, and did not forget to instruct: "Hala and Lin's map is still on me!" ”

Don't Timur smiled proudly: "Father, please rest assured, it's close to me!" With that, he patted his chest with his hand.

Now that the map of Hala and Lin is there, the difference is the map of Emperor Song's side, Kuan Che Buhua's father and son can be said to be 'taking good care of' Han Shantong, as long as there is news, they will definitely go to hunt down.

As for whether Han Shantong is the grandson of Emperor Song for several generations, no one cares, only the secret in his hands is probably only paid attention to.

Kuan Che Buhua has always scoffed at these grandsons of a certain dynasty and a certain generation, and he also knew Han Shantong's secret by chance. I believe that the high-level leaders of the Ming Sect and the White Lotus Sect are also very clear in their hearts.

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Miss Ma took Li Xingze and the three of them all the way to Yingshang, and saw that they were not far away, and when it was dark again, several people temporarily decided to rest in the wild.

Under the light of the torches, Miss Ma's face turned red, and when she saw Li Xingze, who was a little mature, she chuckled: "Li Junshi has worked hard all the way!" ”

It has been more than two months since he crossed into this era, and Li Xingze discovered that something was wrong with his body the day before yesterday.

I rarely jumped around before, but I simply felt as if my strength was slowly increasing, but the day before yesterday, I accidentally jumped on the rocks, and I realized that I was as light as a swallow.

Li Xingze, who was excited, didn't tell anyone, but Zhang Junbao, who begged him, taught him a few swordsmanship tricks, and played the sword tricks in private, and he felt pretty good.

After a quick journey, although he was still Zhang Junbao's driver, Li Xingze did not have the slightest sense of sleepiness, and when he heard that Miss Ma seemed to be ridiculing him, he asked rhetorically: "Tired is not tired, but I don't understand, why does Mingjiao attach so much importance to Marshal Han's uprising?" ”

At this time, only Miss Ma and a few of them were present, and everyone was used to each other, so Li Xingze was not afraid to say the doubts in his heart.

"Do you think only Mingjiao cares?"

Miss Ma glanced at Li Xingze and said with disdain: "Isn't it the same for your White Lotus Sect? ”

"Hiss"

According to Miss Ma, this old man Han had an incident, which attracted the attention of all forces, but Han Shantong was originally a member of the White Lotus Sect, and Li Xingze was not surprised.

The key is Miss Martha's tone, which doesn't seem to be so simple.

Thinking of this, Li Xingze was puzzled: "There are incidents everywhere, why do you pay attention to Marshal Han's side?" ”

"You know the identity of Marshal Han, right?" Miss Ma tilted her pretty face and glanced at Li Xingze.

"Hmm"

Li Xingze nodded. After all, this news is no secret in the White Lotus Sect, and it is said that Marshal Han is the grandson of Emperor Song for several generations.

At that time, after Li Xingze heard it, he still felt that it was quite nonsense, after all, one surnamed Han and the other surnamed Zhao, these eight poles couldn't be beaten together.

Miss Ma glanced at Zhang Junbao and Hua Shaofeng, who also came over to listen to the gossip, and said unhurriedly: "It is said that before Lu Liu died, he said that Emperor Song's dragon vein would decide who would rule the world!" ”

Lü Liu was Lü Wenhuan, who guarded Xiangyang City for several years and finally surrendered to the Yuan army. Hearing this, the three of them all looked at each other in surprise, and they couldn't imagine that there was such a secret thing.

Zhang Junbao secretly swallowed his saliva and said suspiciously: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Lu Liu was killed by someone!" ”

Regarding Lu Liu's death, there are various versions, anyway, the answer given by the Yuan court is that he died of illness.

Anyway, no one believed this, after Lu Wenhuan descended, even Wen Tianxiang, who 'has not died in life since ancient times, and left Dan to take care of his sweat', scolded him, not to mention that there is no shortage of patriots in the rivers and lakes, and it is not clear who is the hand.

After Miss Ma snorted, she sneered: "Just a spineless person like him, killing him is a dirty hand, it was killed by the Yuan Court!" ”

Even such an important general was killed, Zhang Junbao and Hua Shaofeng couldn't help but look at each other, wouldn't Yuan Ting be suspicious of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge by doing this?

Li Xingze was not very interested in which of them was born and who died, since Miss Ma was only said by Emperor Song's dragon vein. Then, it seems that Lu Wenhuan may have been killed by the Yuan court because of this.

Seeing Li Xingze frowning and pondering in front of the fire, Miss Ma guessed what he was thinking, and then said: "The only one who knows the secret now is Marshal Han!" ”

Digging up people's ancestral graves can determine the trend of a country, and Li Xingze has always felt that these are nonsense. However, seeing that these people were full of interest, especially Zou Pusheng was still taking it seriously, he had to re-examine it.

"How much does Lu Wenhuan know?" Li Xingze suddenly became interested, and asked with a playful face.

Miss Ma didn't hear the ridicule, she just shook her head and explained: "We don't know, but the only thing that is certain is that Lu Wenhuan has touched the dragon vein of Emperor Song!" ”

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"Dad, now that the stone man has been dug up, we can act according to the plan!" Han Lin'er broke into the house and shouted excitedly.

Glancing at the few people in the room who were full of excitement, Han Shantong frowned, touched the beard on his chin, and thought: "Miss Ma and Li Junshi haven't arrived yet, so we might as well wait!" ”

According to the original plan, there should have been an incident a few days ago, but some time ago, because of the entanglement between the Ming Sect and the White Lotus Sect, the days were delayed, and the result was tossed to the whole city, and Han Shantong's concerns also came from this.

In order to build momentum for the Red Turban Army, after consultation between the two religions, they sent someone to quietly put a stone figure in the silt of the Yellow River, and agreed that the day of digging out would be the time to raise the flag.

As the saintess of the Ming Sect, Miss Ma should wait, but Li Xingze of the White Lotus Sect, I heard that the young man was not like him, so he made a special trip to wait for him, is it too depraved by the prestige of the Ming Sect.

Thinking of this, Du Zundao was slightly dissatisfied and said: "It's just a hairy boy, what do you want him to do!" ”

The few people next to him were also full of dissatisfaction, as the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

In order to invite him over, the Ming Sect compromised some conditions with the White Lotus Sect, and this alone made everyone present feel angry.

Wang Xianzhong, who has always been straightforward, slapped the table and shouted: "I think that Xu Shouhui of Huangzhou, with a group of remnants of the defeated generals, can still stand firm, not to mention that our strength is already stronger than them!" ”

Several people nodded one after another, now the people involved in the uprising are all river workers on the Yellow River, speaking of which, young and strong, not to mention that they are all from a bitter background, with a little stimulation, their combat effectiveness is definitely stronger than that of the ruffians and hooligans in Huangzhou.

Han Shantong looked at the anxious looks of several people, and knew that they couldn't wait, so he asked directly: "How many people are involved in the incident now?" ”

"Three thousand!"

Sheng Wenyu was in charge of military affairs, and hurriedly hugged his fists and reported back: "We will arrive one after another tonight!" ”

At present, the arrow is on the bow, and it has to be sent. Han Shantong didn't hesitate, and nodded at the moment: "We will go over tonight, and we will start at noon tomorrow!" ”

"Yes!"

Several people present responded with their fists clasped together.

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Bailuzhuang is about 20 miles away from Yingshang, at first, Li Xingze thought it was a Zhuangzi, but when he arrived, he found that it was a village.

In the distance, green mountains loomed, and the turquoise river flowed through Bailuzhuang. When they arrived, it was already three days old. Bailuzhuang swept away the silence of the past, and people came and went, which was quite lively.

There were soldiers of the Red Turban Army who were on guard all around, and Li Xingze couldn't help but secretly say to himself, wouldn't the Yuan Army notice such a blatant incident?

Because several people had red scarves tied on their heads early, there was no embarrassment, and several people entered the village smoothly, and when they learned that it was Miss Ma from the church, the soldiers of the Red Turban Army who led the way were very respectful.

Seeing that everyone had red cloth tied to their arms, Li Xingze's thick eyebrows trembled a few times, and he didn't understand that Han Shantong was a marshal of the White Lotus Sect, but his subordinates were basically all people from the Ming Sect.

"Haha, Miss, Li Junshi, welcome to come!"

After Han Shantong got the news, before he crossed the threshold, his voice came out.

Several people hugged their fists one after another, Li Xingze and Zhang Junbao had the grace of saving their lives in Han Shantong, so they naturally would not slack off, and hurriedly led them into the house.

Du Zundao saw that the leader of several people was a Taoist priest in an ink-colored Taoist robe, and when he saw that he had a white cloth tied to his arm, he arched his hand disdainfully: "Presumably this is Li Junshi from Huangzhou, fortunately!" ”

Most of the soldiers of the Huangzhou Red Turban Army are ruffians, and the military advisors who can be praised by those people must not be much better, so Du Zundao looks down on them a little.

Li Xingze didn't feel uncomfortable when he heard the faces of the Mingjiao gang, he heard too much of this kind of sarcasm, so he responded with his fists in his hands.

After a few greetings, Luo Wensu looked at the sky and hurriedly said, "Marshal, the time has come, let's start!" ”

"Good"

Han Shantong shouted like a bell: "We will sacrifice to heaven and earth, and we will start an incident!" ”

There is an open space in the middle of Bailuzhuang, which is currently surrounded by the Red Turban Army.

Han Shantong placed the corpses of the black ox and the white horse slaughtered by his subordinates on both sides of the offering table, lit three pillars of sandalwood, held it high above his head, and said loudly: "Yun Yuxi is in Haidong, and the elite soldiers are in Japan." Poor in the south of the Yangtze River, rich in the north! ”

After bowing three times, he turned around and glanced at the people present, and shouted: "Take the battle flag!" ”

All the Red Turban soldiers present roared, and several Red Turban soldiers carried a rough log in and hurriedly stood up at the offering table.

The crimson battle flag fluttered in the wind, and in addition to the embroidered line of words on the red cloth, the most obvious snow-colored white lotus slowly bloomed on the battle flag.