I don't know when, a drizzle quietly fell outside the window, and after falling to a low place, it was steamed up by the high temperature, adding a layer of green fog to the water surface of the Bianhe River next to it.

As the rain deepened, the sound of the rain became louder and louder, but fortunately it did not affect the movement of the dialect. On the contrary, because of the rain that fills the heavens and the earth as a medium for the extension of spiritual power, the sound he can "hear" is clearer.

"Brother Zhao, it's not too late for your clan to come to Bianliang to take root......" Facing the questions raised by his companions, Brother Chen did not answer directly, but said such a thing in response to the question.

"There are no longer a few people who know the inside story of this wonderful Fa Dan Society, and it stands to reason that Brother Zhao's family background and status can also know a thing or two, but now it seems that it ......"

He shook his head as he spoke, as if sighing for his companion.

The scholar surnamed Zhao was a little embarrassed by Brother Chen's words, but he couldn't help but slander him in his heart, he really didn't have a backache when he stood and spoke.

Can this be compared? You Chen Dashao is the only son and eldest grandson in the family, and the only heir of the Chen family in the future! As for himself, although he is also from a descendant, he still has two better brothers on his head. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the family's business to fall on you.

Naturally, some of the more confidential information is also out of his reach. For example, this Myoho-dan meeting.

"Brother Chen, don't sell it, tell the little brother quickly?" Brother Zhao hurriedly asked, although there was a suspicion of changing the topic, there was really a trace of curiosity in his heart.

Seeing this, Brother Chen no longer deliberately whetted his appetite, and after drinking all the remaining wine in the cup, he began to talk in detail to his companion.

"This matter, we have to start from the third day of the first month of the first month, the rebellion of the Marquis of Zhenbei......"

In a restaurant hundreds of meters away from the two, Fang Yan listened calmly to the conversation between the two while tasting the food that Xiao Er had just served.

From Brother Chen's narration, the dialect understood the ins and outs of the Myoho-dankai incident, and had a clearer understanding of the entire Kyoto form.

Judging from the understanding of the dialect, in fact, in the final analysis, this whole thing is just a dispute within the Great Song Dynasty. The ascension of the young emperor to the throne naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of some people who also looked down on the throne and wanted to take the opportunity to make some moves. It's just that the result is obvious, and the final winner is still Emperor Xuanzong.

It's just that I don't know if this young emperor's means are really good, or if the previous Song Emperor left some behind.

And that Xuanyuan Concept, on the surface, is an unlucky person who was inadvertently involved, but with its position within the Dao Gate of this world, in fact, what role it played in this whole thing is more intriguing.

Among them, there may also be some disputes within the Daomen of this world.

Of course, this has little to do with dialects, even if he is now using a Taoist identity, he is just preparing to borrow chickens to lay eggs, and he has no intention of having too much contact with the Taoist forces in this world.

What Fang Yan is thinking about is to see if there is an opportunity to use this wonderful Dharma Dan to accomplish his goal of establishing faith and collecting faith.

……

In the summer, the rain always comes and goes quickly.

Before the dishes on the dialect table were fully served, the rain outside the window gradually began to stop.

In a few moments, even the sun was back in the sky.

If it weren't for the fact that the ground and eaves were still a little wet, it wouldn't have been raining at all.

Beside the Bianhe River, the number of tourists who had become scarce due to the rain gradually increased, but the two scholars who had brought a lot of information to the dialect had left at an unknown time.

A person sits by the window of the restaurant by the river, and from time to time in dialect takes a bite of food and drinks a sip of wine, which looks extremely leisurely and comfortable.

Speaking of which, in the past few years, Fang Yan has either meditated and refined his spiritual power every day, or studied witchcraft and magic knowledge, and his heart is like clockwork, and he rarely has the opportunity to really be idle like now.

At this moment, after coming to this world similar to the ancient society, he was infected by the environment, and he actually felt a little relaxed in his heart.

It's just that

"Although a relaxation and relaxation are kings, they ...... But it's not time to really rest! ”

Seeing that the last dish on the table had also been incorporated into his stomach, Fang Yan couldn't help but put down the wine glass in his hand. And the trace of drunkenness that had just appeared in his eyes was cleared in an instant.

With Fang Yan's current physique, as long as he is unwilling, no matter how strong the wine is, it is impossible for him to get drunk.

Not to mention the ancient sorghum wine that is not high in this degree.

After a moment of relaxation, the spirit of the dialect was tensed again. He wasn't actually idle just now, he was always thinking about how to find a suitable breakthrough from the current situation to take the opportunity to deal with that Emperor Xuanzong.

Using one's own strength to directly suppress others is the most direct way, but it is obviously not the best way. Especially if the subject is still an emperor of a secular dynasty.

And it is not very appropriate to simply use profit to lure.

Then it may be most appropriate to combine the two, to show their own power and to give them undeniable benefits.

At this point, Fang Yan had some thoughts in his heart. Referring to the information about the Mystic Dharma Pill that he had just learned from that Brother Chen, the thoughts in his heart gradually became clearer.

"Then what is missing now is a suitable territory to show your hands and feet......

Fang Yan muttered slightly, then suddenly turned his head and looked out the window in the direction of the south.

There, a tall mountain is hidden among the haze stratus clouds.

Suzaku Mountain is a mountain range that did not exist in the original history of the earth, or it may have been called by another name. Although the dialect has been to Kaifeng (the modern name of Bianliang) when it was on earth, it has never deliberately cared about what mountains are around it and what they are called.

But in Bianliang in this world, this Suzaku Mountain is very famous.

Because on this mountain, there is a Taoist temple, a Taoist temple called Xuanyuan Temple.

Of course, this is already a thing of the past, and the Xuanyuan Temple, which was very prosperous back then, has already disappeared more than half a year ago.

Now all that remains on this Suzaku Mountain is a ruined wall.

But from the scale of the ruins of this Taoist temple, it is not difficult to see how prosperous the original Xuanyuan Temple was.