I received a notice: The title of "Above Chang'an" may be a little troublesome, change the title. There is a high probability that the name will be changed, and a new title has been prepared: "Rebellion". If everyone sees "Rebellion" on the shelf, don't think that it is a hard-stuffed book, it is the original "On Chang'an".

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On the afternoon of the third day.

In the camp, the general Hort ordered: "Get some jerky soup and send it to the gentleman." ”

"Yes."

The command responded.

Yang Xuan and the four of them got two tents, and at this moment they had just sorted out the inside and came out.

The general smiled and bowed his hand.

Yang Xuan smiled and arched his hand.

But the old thief habitually wants to give up.

"Old thief!"

The old thief's hand went up and turned into a scratching head.

"Your damn almost killed us." Yang Xuan smiled.

The old thief rolled his eyes, sweat on his back.

He was afraid, so he asked himself what he had doubted in the past few days, "How can Lang Jun see that there is something wrong with Hott's heir?" ”

Yi Niang was also very curious.

Yang Xuan smiled: "There are only two possibilities for a man to ask for a fortune telling for his woman. One was worried that his wife would steal people, but the Vasher Ministry was not very particular about this, so why did Hult ask for such a thing? ”

The old thief was curious, "What about the second?" ”

Yang Xuan said lightly: "Heir." ”

The old thief thought about it, "At the beginning, Lang Jun said that he would explain it, and the old man was still worried, but now it seems that the old man is not as good as Lang Jun." ”

"Men care about two things about women: whether they put a hat on him and why they don't lay eggs." The green light flashed, as if it was fun.

On the fifth day they saw the royal court.

The Vaseih chieftain Huazhuo proclaimed himself Khan, and even the garrison was turned into a so-called royal court.

The royal court could see the wooden houses, but more often than not, the tents.

A troop of horsemen rode up.

Hult introduced: "This is a capable man who can touch the bones. ”

So they were able to go in.

The Khan's tent was huge, and Hort could only be invited.

"I'm just looking for a place where the gods reside, and we don't dare to disturb the Khan." Yang Xuan is very humble.

Hot smiled: "Don't worry, Khan likes all kinds of talents the most, I'll arrange it, and I should be able to meet Khan tomorrow." ”

The four were placed about a hundred paces away from the Khan's Great Tent.

It's still two tents.

"Is Lang Jun sure?" The old thief was obviously a little weak-hearted.

"You don't need to worry about that, you should worry about whether you're going to show your stuff." Yang Xuan said lightly.

Yi Niang said softly: "If it is exposed, Lang Jun will run away quickly and leave this old thief there." ”

The old thief smiled bitterly.

There are people in front of them who are sacrificing.

The three sticks of incense were inserted, and the man in the green shirt kowtowed to the south, once, again...... Incomparably religious.

"What is this man worshipping?" The old thief was a little curious.

A man passed by and kicked off a stick of incense with contempt.

The man in the green shirt raised his head and said angrily: "Cheap dog slave! ”

He jumped to his feet, his eyes frighteningly red.

The man turned around and ran, but the man in the green shirt didn't catch up, so he came back with hatred and re-lit three sticks of incense.

Yang Xuan walked over, waited for him to finish kowtowing, and asked, "Lang Jun is from the Tang Dynasty?" ”

The man in the green shirt turned around and covered his face with his sleeves, "I'm ashamed, exactly." ”

"Where's the tablet?"

Who do you worship without a tablet?

The man in the green shirt said softly: "The dignified Tang Dynasty man works for the barbarians, I have no face to see my ancestors, so I can only kowtow in the direction of the Tang Dynasty." ”

"Shame on the ancestors." The man in the green shirt knelt down and kowtowed again, choking up, "I'll go back next year to earn money." ”

From the beginning of the Chen Kingdom, the Central Plains was known for its splendid culture, and every Central Plains person was ashamed to serve the barbarians.

"Ancestral ......"

Yang Xuan thought that every family in the village had to worship their ancestors every year, which was the grandest day of the year, and even poor families would try their best to get some good sacrificial supplies to comfort their ancestors.

No one can tell this kind of feeling, and it's not right for you to say that it's admiration, the ancestors have been immortals for many years.

If you want to say that it is impossible to have no feelings, but this kind of feelings are indescribable and unclear......

The man in the green shirt folded his hands and whispered to the south.

“…… Ancestors in the spirit of heaven ......"

Bang!

Yang Xuan seemed to hear a thunderbolt from the sky.

It dawned on him.

"I see."

The old thief asked, "What did Lang Jun think of?" ”

"Meat!" Wang Lao Er has been very obedient these days, but there is no one around at the moment, and he can't help it.

Yang Xuan shook his head.

He understood.

In the hearts of every Central Plains person, the ancestors have been watching them since the immortals left. The ancestors existed in the blue sky, in the ancestral hall, on the tombs, and in every corner of the home......

"It turns out that our ancestors are our gods."

Under the gaze of the ancestors, each generation of Central Plains people will forge ahead, occasionally slacking off and raising their heads, as if they can see the kindness of the ancestors turn into anger.

After the decline of the Chen State, Northern Liao once entered the Central Plains.

Those who fled would rather take less of their possessions with them than with them.

Ancestral tablets.

The people guard the ancestral tablet, so what should the superior guard?

Yang Xuan seemed to see countless ancestral tablets flying up, forming lines of words in the air......

- Do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

- the old and the old, and the old of the people; The young of me, and the young of man.

——Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue.

"What is Lang Jun thinking?" Yi Niang asked.

Yang Xuan said: "Think about what to protect. ”

"What?"

"Protect those cultures."

The culture that has been passed down from generation to generation constitutes the soul of this Central Plains. The soul is immortal, and the Central Plains is immortal!

Yang Xuan thought of the history of another world seen in the scroll. That Central Plains has been trampled by aliens many times, and has been on the verge of extinction many times. But each time they were able to get back on their feet and stand proudly in the world.

What do they rely on?

Yang Xuan looked at the sky, "It's the soul of the nation!" ”

Hort hurried over and said happily, "I'm going to see the Khan tomorrow morning." ”

That night they went to bed early.

On the second day, Yang Xuan and the old thief prepared to meet the Khan Huazhuo.

He stepped out of the tent and turned around, "Rest assured." ”

Yi Niang smiled: "The slave is at ease!" ”

Seeing that Yang Xuan and the old thief were brought over, Yi Niang entered the tent.

She knelt on the bed and prayed reverently.

Wang Lao Er asked curiously, "Yi Niang, what are you asking for?" ”

Yi Niang clasped her hands together, "I'm praying to the gods to protect Lang Jun." ”

Wang Lao Er scratched his head, "Does it work?" ”

"Sincerity is spirituality."

Wang Lao Er knelt down, "Then I will beg too." ”

The tent was silent, save for the whispers of prayer.

Hua Zhuo was eating breakfast in the tent.

As a khan, his breakfast was very informative.

Two pieces of the fattest roast lamb, milk wine, cheese......

Cutting a piece of mutton with a knife and putting it in his mouth, Hua Zhuo took a sip of milk wine, stroked his beard, slightly fat, and some of his shiny face was a little more unswerving.

"Who's out there?"

One of the guards went out to take a look.

"Khan, it's the gentleman who said yesterday."

Hua Zhuo nodded noncommittally, and a few guards came in, followed by Yang Xuan and the others.

"I've seen the Khan."

Hua Zhuo glanced at it, put the knife down, and there was more ridicule in his fine eyes, "Ben Khan has lived for many years, and he has seen countless liars. At that time, someone said that they had learned what hope and qi from the people of the Central Plains, and they glanced at Ben Khan, saying that after 20 years, Ben Khan would definitely die without a place to be buried, and that person was immediately trampled to death by Ben Khan's people with war horses, what about the two of you? ”

He picked up the knife, "How do you want to die?" ”

Sure enough, none of the living superiors are good at stubble!

The old thief always felt that he was well-informed, but now he realized that he was only seeing the superior in the tomb.

Several guards drew their swords and waited for Hua Zhuo to give the order.

The killing machine suddenly rose.

"Dare to ask the Khan...... the old thief had a fever down his spine, but he looked calm, "How many years are left?" ”

"Less than two years." Hua Zhuo said calmly: "But my Vashire Department is now the most powerful, what kind of hope, how can Ben Khan's life be seen through?" ”

The old thief almost wanted to roll his eyes, but he suddenly laughed.

"Khan, we are touching the bones, but we are the opponent of the Wangqi faction."

God is a special opponent!

Yang Xuan really wanted to roll his eyes.

But then he spoke, "I'm not here to touch the bones, but to find the place of the gods and pray." ”

Ben Khan is self-inflicted? Hua Zhuo glanced at the guard, and the guard nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"The more you tug, the more the woman will cling to you." Suzaku hadn't driven in a few days, and today it seems to be a little uneasy.

Yang Xuan arched his hand, "The villain said goodbye." ”

Hua Zhuo coughed dryly, "And wait." ”

Yang Xuan was stunned, "Does the Khan have orders?" ”

Hua Zhuo scooped up his sleeves and revealed his strong arms, "It's okay today, give Ben Khan a touch." ”

"Khan, Nayin's men have beaten our men."

Someone outside the tent was shouting.

Hua Zhuo had a cold face, "Get out!" ”

Yang Xuan helped the old thief forward.

The old thief fumbled and touched Hua Zhuo's hand.

He rubbed it a bit.

Then it's time to touch the bones.

The old thief touched it very seriously.

Hua Zhuo had never been touched like this by a man, and he was uncomfortable for a while. When the old thief put his hand on his chest, he couldn't help but step back a little, "Why did you touch here?" ”

The old thief touched it easily, and when he heard this, he said: "The nobles naturally want to touch more." ”

He withdrew his hand and began to pinch his fingers.

After some tossing, the old thief retreated.

"Khan's bones are of the highest quality."

Yang Xuan pinched his fingers and calculated, "What life?" ”

"Riding the waves...... Missed life. ”

Yang Xuan frowned, "There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and you will go straight to the clouds and sails to the sea!" ”

"Huh!" Hua Zhuo wanted to scold, but after hearing these two poems, he couldn't help asking, "Whose poems?" ”

Yang Xuan said calmly: "This is the oracle of the gods. ”

He pinched his fingers, then raised his head, and said solemnly: "When spring returns, the flowers are in time. Winning people lightly is the ...... of the Express"

"There have been many twists and turns in the great cause of the Khan, and the Khan's will needs to be firm. However, the Khan is afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the next year, if it is not resolved...... It's just that the villain is talking nonsense, but he is just riding the wind and waves, and he must be careful of the disaster of Zhurong. I don't know the past...... Today's villain is fast, please be careful. ”

"What is the disaster of Zhurong?"

"Fire."

Yang Xuan arched his hand, "Farewell." ”

He helped the old thief to turn around, and Hua Zhuo asked, "Don't you want to be paid?" ”

Yang Xuan smiled, "We only ask for forgiveness from the gods, and we don't dare to ask for any reward." ”

The four then left.

That night, a fire broke out in the royal court, and dozens of tents were burned.

"Who did it?"

Hua Zhuo's face was cold.

"Khan, still looking."

Hua Zhuo's heart suddenly moved slightly, "Ben Khan made those four people follow...... Chase back for questioning. ”

In the middle of the night, the guards who followed Yang Xuan and others came back.

"The four of them have been going all the time, and they have come out to worship God at night, and they are very religious."

Hua Zhuo's face was cloudy, "Sure?" ”

The guard nodded, "The villain looked at the four people worshipping the gods, and none of them were bad." ”

Hua Zhuo took a deep breath, his face was slightly pale, "Bring it back...... No! Please come back, immediately! ”

In a tent in the royal court, the man in the green shirt held a piece of gold and said happily: "I can go home when the wind passes." ”

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Updated early, it's gone at night.