The light of the oil lamp flickered, and the eyes behind the silver mask looked unusually strange.

Mo Shishilang put down the wine jar, "Bai Yelang...... Hmph, nothing more than a despicable and shameless liar. Lord Han, since you said that you have nothing to do with him, then I advise you, if you really have a chance to see him in the future, don't have anything to do with him......! ”

Han Mo said calmly: "Mo Twelve Lang, can you tell me, Bai Yelang...... Who exactly is it? ”

"He's from Qingguo!" Mo Shishilang was very direct this time: "How cunning the people of Qingguo are, he is a first-class liar in Qingguo." ”

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, and only today did he know that his nervous senior brother turned out to be a Qingguo person, just a Qingguo person, why did he want to wander around Yan Kingdom?

With Bai Yelang's martial arts cultivation, in Qingguo, glory and wealth should be at your fingertips.

Qingguo is a civilian-governed country, but it is not heavy on literature and light on martial arts, because of the existence of the holy general Shang Zhongli, the people of Qingguo also respect the military generals very much.

"He is from Qingguo, so your Excellency...... Are you from Qingguo? Han Mo stared at Mo Twelve Lang and asked.

In fact, Han Mo was also very puzzled about the origin of this group of monks, although Master Xuanji was a bodhisattva and knew Buddhism, but their appearance was quite strange.

A few years ago, they suddenly came to this dilapidated and gloomy ancient temple and put down roots here, so where did they come from?

Mo Shishilang laughed: "The children of Buddhism, the four seas are home, the temple is home, we are now the monks in this temple, and we can be regarded as Yan people!" ”

Han Mo knew that he didn't want to say it, so he smiled faintly.

"Master Han, Tai Chi step, a total of gossip, you know!" Mo Shishilang stared at Han Mo and said, "Have you only learned the three trigrams?" ”

Han Mo frowned.

Bai Yelang originally passed him Tai Chi steps, saying that he only knew through the three hexagram footwork, the last time he saw Mo Shishilang in Centipede Ridge, listening to Mo Shishilang's words at that time, he felt that Bai Yelang's words were only afraid that there was something wrong.

Bai Yelang may not only understand the three trigrams, but only the three trigrams.

"Your Excellency also said, Tai Chi step, I won't, you will!" Han Mo was calm: "Do you mean that you have thoroughly understood the other five trigram footwork of Tai Chi Step?" ”

Mo Tshilang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said, "Lord Han, make a deal?" ”

"I understand what you mean, you want me to teach you the three trigrams and Taiji steps that I know." Han Mo smiled and said, "It's just this deal, you are destined to suffer!" ”

"Oh?" Mo Twelve Lang said: "How can you see it? ”

"If you want to learn my three trigrams Tai Chi steps, you always have to take out the five trigrams that I don't know in exchange." Han Mo smiled and said: "Three trigrams for five trigrams, I am taking advantage, and you ...... Naturally, you will suffer! ”

Mo Shishilang shook his head and said, "No, no, as long as you add an answer, we will be even!" ”

"What's the problem?"

Mo Shishilang stared at Han Mo and asked softly, "Then can you tell me where your trigram Taiji step came from?" ”

Han Mo smiled: "Then can you tell me, where did your five trigram Taiji steps come from?" ”

The two of them looked at each other, both of them were sharp-eyed, and neither of them showed any signs of backing down, and after a while, both of them suddenly laughed, as if they thought it was a very interesting thing.

"Then I'll tell you!" Mo Shishilang stared at Han Mo, "Tai Chi Step is the secret technique of Qingguo Datongtian Temple, and it is one of the five great stunts of Datongtian Temple!" ”

Han Mo frowned, a little stunned, he knew at this time that this Tai Chi step turned out to be Qingguo's martial arts.

"Daitoritenji Temple...... What is it? Han Mo couldn't help but ask.

Mo Shishilang's eyes showed anger: "That's not a thing, it's the first temple of the Qingguo Royal, and it is the ancient temple of Qingguo!" After a pause, he said slowly: "It used to be the place where the royal family of Qingguo worshiped the sky, and every year, Emperor Qing had to go to Datongtian Temple to worship the Buddha and worship the sky, praying for the peace of the country and the people, and the wind and rain were smooth!" ”

Han Mo frowned and said, "Why do you want to add a once?" Could it be ...... Emperor Qing is not worshipping the heavens in Datongtian Temple now? ”

Mo Twelve Lang didn't answer immediately, but was silent for a moment before saying, "You don't have to know this. You know where this Tai Chi step comes from. ”

Han Mo smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to say that your Tai Chi steps were learned from Datongtian Temple?" ”

Mo Shishilang didn't answer, but asked rhetorically: "You should tell me, where did you learn your Tai Chi steps?" If you want to learn the other five trigram Tai Chi steps, you should tell me! ”

Han Mo shrugged: "Actually, if I tell you, you may not believe it!" ”

"Tell me, believe it or not, it depends on whether you say the truth or not!" Mo Twelve Lang said in a deep voice.

Han Mo sighed: "Actually...... It's a bit odd to say. I met a strange man, he said that he had a relationship with me, so he inexplicably taught me this set of strange footwork, things ...... It's so weird, I don't even know who that person is! ”

Mo Shishilang's eyes flashed with a strange light, staring at Han Mo, and after a while, he said, "You...... Think I'll believe it? ”

"I don't even believe it myself." Han Mo sighed and shook his head: "It seems that we can't do this deal." ”

Mo Shishilang said slowly: "The five stunts of Datongtian Temple, those are all extremely profound martial arts, this Tai Chi step is a rare mysterious footwork in the world, the integration of gossip, it must be amazingly powerful, and the practice is skillful, I am afraid that the famous generals of the ten directions may not be able to touch your body...... When you want to learn, you can come to me and buy and sell...... It always works! ”

Han Mo smiled and got up: "It's also dark, Han Mo is busy with official business, so he can't stay here for a long time." ”

Mo Twelve Lang said: "Don't worry, those few people will never be in any danger here!" ”

"Thank you!" Han Mo arched his hand, didn't say much, turned around and was about to go out, walked to the door, suddenly stopped his steps, and turned his head: "Disciple of Buddhism, do you still want to hide your true appearance?" ”

Mo Shishilang knew that he was talking about the mask, and said lightly: "You want to see my face?" ”

Han Mo smiled: "It just feels strange!" ”

"Then you can leave with curiosity." Mo Shishilang said lightly: "I'm just afraid that you will regret it when you see my face!" ”

Han Mo thought about it, stopped talking, pushed the door out, and closed the door with him.

Waiting for Mo Shishilang to listen to Han Mo's footsteps go away, he picked up the rosary on the table, raised it with one hand, and began to count the beads and chant the Buddha, but after a while, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "Han Mo, if you don't tell me where Bai Yelang is, one day, I will find him by myself!" ”

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On April 28, the ninth year of Pingguang in the Yanli calendar, some well-informed people in the Yichun area vaguely knew that just a few days ago, a drastic change had occurred in Yanjing City.

It is said that one night, the Ministry of War suddenly issued an order to mobilize the Wolf Armor Battalion and the Eagle Xiang Battalion of the Yanjing Imperial Forest Army, and launched a thunderous military operation that night with lightning speed.

Hundreds of officials of the He nationality in Yanjing City, almost all of them were arrested overnight, dozens of mansions were raided, and the nine gates of Yanjing City were closed that night, and the whole capital was under martial law.

The people in the capital knew that something big had happened, and they hid in their homes, and they saw teams of ironclad royal guards holding torches and holding cold weapons shuttling through the streets and alleys of Yanjing City.

There are also those court officials who are like ghosts, and they don't know which department they belong to, and they pass by the door like ghosts from time to time, which makes the people in the capital a little frightened.

They are not afraid of ghosts at this time, but they are afraid that this sudden chaotic night will affect the pond fish.

It's just that everything seems to be going well, and this night, in the end, did not turn into a bloody night, although this night inevitably saw some local confrontations and fights, and even hundreds of people died, but by the time dawn came, everything had calmed down.

As a result, many people in the capital clearly saw that groups of prisoners tied up in various flowers passed through the streets under the spears and knives of the Imperial Forest Army, and gathered in the largest prison in Beijing.

Among the prisoners, there were men and women, old and young, looking at their attire, there were high-ranking ladies and noblewomen, young ladies and young masters, servants and slaves, with different identities, whimpering, every street seemed to be heard, and it looked very miserable.

The sound of wailing filled the solemn Yanjing City.

The people soon knew that these prisoners were all officials and family members of the He family in Beijing, and the cabinet issued the ultimate order, and after precise layout, the officials of the He family in Beijing were wiped out overnight.

Although it is undeniable that there will be a few fish that slip through the net, there is no doubt that the escape of a few small shrimps and small fish will not affect the overall situation, and the main officials of the He clan and their families will either be killed on the spot when they resist, or they will become prisoners of the Royal Forest Army.

It was early in the morning, on a not too wide street in Yanjing City, there was a long procession walking, hundreds of royal forest soldiers were separated on both sides, iron armor and frost, holding sharp spears in their hands, and in the middle were the He people who were shackled, and there were nearly 100 prisoners in this group, which were the masters and slaves of the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department.

The Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department, that is the mansion of He Qingzhi, the wives and concubines are connected to the maids and servants, nearly 100 people.

The officials in Beijing, especially the high-ranking officials of this kind of family, the maids and servants in the mansion are usually from their own clan, just like Han Xuanchang's Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Rites, the subordinates in it are all brought from the East China Sea, and for the sake of safety, relatively speaking, the people of the clan will always be loyal. And the people on the Heqing Mansion were also from Yichun County, so the big and small people in the entire mansion were arrested.

The heavy iron shackles made the prisoners of the He tribe walk very slowly.

Among the prisoners in this group, there was a boy in brocade in the middle, who was also in heavy flail at this time, looking extremely embarrassed, and his face was even more dazed.

Overnight, from a noble son of a family to a prisoner, He Junyi has not come back to his senses until now.

Is the life of a drunken gold addict and the days of leisure and happiness lost?

What's next? Will it die?

He Junyi's eyes were glazed, dragging heavy iron shackles, walking in the crowd, the majesty of the noble son in the past had long since disappeared, and the glory of being a nobleman in the past was just a floating cloud!

Turning a street, I saw a luxurious carriage parked next to the street, and when I saw the prisoner team coming, a person jumped out of the car, and looked at He Junyi, who was lost and depressed, from a distance.

p In the final analysis, Quanchen is a book for everyone to read, and what he pursues is readability. As for the pursuit of historical details, for me, it's all floating clouds.

History books full of large pieces of information can be found on many websites, and those who like to read can even be Baidu, hehe. For the desert, the pursuit is to write wonderful stories, write about some people, and write about some things.

So I tried my best to write about the political struggle in the court more straightforward and intuitive, many people know that the real court is very dull, and I write it out for fear that no one will read it.

I am a little shrimp who writes stories, and what I pursue is to let everyone who likes Quanchen walk through a wonderful story with me, that's all!

If you want me to write real history, of course, I am confident that I still know a lot about Chinese history, but my overhead is to break free from the shackles, let my story have more room for development, and have my own independent thinking logic, so my book will not change because of anyone's language, and I choose to desert myself to type word by word, sentence by sentence, sentence by sentence, in fashionable words, called "original", hahaha!

I don't need to compare this book with other books, if I say that the resourcefulness in my book is weaker than some books, I don't admit it, that is equivalent to saying that my IQ is weaker than others, can I accept this? So I often think privately that when many books become popular, their advantages are exaggerated, and it seems that other people's IQs are weak, hehe.

The IQ of the desert has always been coquettish, haha.

Well, there are a lot of words today, which also shows that I will always follow my own logic in writing books.

Thank you to every friend who supports the minister, bow deeply, and then let us hold hands together, step forward, and create our own world!

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