"Under the four great apologetic kings, there are sixteen sermon orais, thirty-two zazen oracles, and sixty-four teaching oracles, and below the divine envoys are the popes who 'walk the world for God'. The word 'emperor' cannot be exported without authorization, which refers specifically to the master of all the sects in the world, the title of the Emperor Jianzhou, that is to say, the Nano pit viper designed the entire Indra religion, in fact, it was to prepare for the collapse of Nano to ascend the throne, but now that Nano has ascended the throne in the future, then Indra Religion has naturally become the de facto state religion. The earliest dispute between Indra and the Chosen Religion lies in the 'Emperor Dispute', after all, the orthodox Chosen Religion, including our sect of the Millennium King, all have the Immortal Heaven as God, and the co-master of the world designated by God is the Pope, unless the old Pope dies, there will not be a second person in the world with the name of the Pope, but according to Indra, the so-called Pope must have at least two or three hundred people, what kind of system is this!"

Beneath Arelli's calm tone was not resentment, but deep despair. Silver Dust can withstand this kind of despair and anger that has been desecrated by faith. Indra is a kind of contempt and trampling on all believers in the world, and the patchwork of teachings, the absurd system, and the scaly but incomparably arrogant human body modification technology learned from the Kanonikor civilization have forcibly transformed ordinary people into the whip of the Chosen One, such a cult is not only an insult to other believers, but also a distortion and desecration of culture. Yinchen never thinks that there is any connection between faith and science, everything on the side of faith is cultural, and sometimes even literary. Faith has nothing to do with rationality and analysis, and cannot directly promote scientific and technological progress, but it can make people feel at peace and follow the good thoughts in their hearts, whether this faith is attached to the name of a certain god or not, it has its own positive significance, but the cult, it is completely evil, for believers, it is a religious tyranny that is ready to kill their own body and mind, and for atheists, it is terrorism that tramples on civilization.

Silver Dust could feel the gnashing hatred in Arelli's heart, and the powerlessness and despair that came with it. Arelli is not Seklia, she has never had the power of the Chosen Whip, so for her, the rule of the Nano dynasty is like the white terror of ***, and the sheer violence and slavery are close to crushing the hope in her heart.

Silver Dust can know from Arelli's description that the end of the Nano dynasty must be a rebellion.

"Master, the area controlled by a sect leader must be very large, so the envoys are generally busy with the practice of the diocese and supervising the work of the pope, and it is impossible to stay in Panyang City all the time, so if we attack with great momentum this time, we can completely attack Huanglong......" Arelli looked at Yinchen's face and quickly added: "If the master needs it, we can inquire about the whereabouts of these people on our behalf......

"Not necessarily. Silver Dust stopped her and continued, "What I'm best at is dealing with a lot of people, whether they gather or appear alone, it doesn't make much difference to me, the key problem is that we have to have a map of the interior of the temple where he is......"

"This ......" Arelli looked embarrassed, she had not joined Indra, so it was impossible for her to enter the temple, and there were few high-ranking members of Indra in Yehverin's connections, so it was difficult to say that she could get a map of the interior of the temple.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself. Yinchen finally gave her a definite conclusion: "I will help with Su Feifei's affairs, as for the reasons and specific plans, don't ask, I will think clearly during this time." He always kept the news about Emperor Beiwu hidden from Arelli: "What you have to do, the first thing you have to do is to ask afterwards, you must not say that you know, otherwise the entire Yeheverin tribe is very dangerous, and the second point, don't come out after returning to the tribe, stay by your father's side, let him feel at ease, and let the Yeheverin tribe avoid the future chaos in the Central Plains." ”

Arelli raised her eyebrows, didn't say a word, just made a deep bow, and withdrew. There were only three men left in the tent, but none of them spoke.

"This time, it should be a tough battle to break feudal superstitions. "The tips of Silver Dust's fingers shimmered with purple light, this light came from magic, and it represented the power of mechanical technology.

Winter is coming, and it's not just about the weather.

[The third day of September in the first year of Heisei]

The road ahead is long, and the road is long.

When Yan Chen set off from Dun Tianfu, he didn't think that in this vast and boundless world, it would be almost impossible to move an inch without the Ice Spirit Dao. It was only a little more than a thousand miles from Feiyan City to Panyang City, and because of the blockage of various princes and warlords, it took more than a month to walk.

In this month or so, the name of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall is not very easy to make, the so-called city head changes the banner of the king, many originally unknown mountain village husbands, ugly women and people, one by one follow the Ding Dynasty of Wulu Village, have pulled up a vote of brothers to kill the county officials, occupy the mountain as the king, these illiterate guys think that they can make a big banner by pulling a sheepskin, put on the clothes they think are glamorous, sit behind the desk of the prince of Wang County, and take a shot of the wood, you can be the king of the day. The insight of the frog at the bottom of the well makes them not buy anyone's face at all, and they will never be afraid of anyone, they have only one thought in their minds without much brain, that is, the goose has plucked its feathers.

How could the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall be easy to provoke, if Zhang Weiwu's two hundred people hadn't been forced to lose their sharpness by the endless forces made by the evil skills of the ghost Fang corpse control book, they were afraid that the ten thousand minions of the Dingchao Dynasty would only be enough to defend the cottage in front of them. After Feiyan, the large and small bandits encountered were all armed peasants in the true sense of the word, not the powerful fighters in the sect. Even if they gather tens of thousands of people, they are all guys who are swaying six or seven times in "Ice Break", which is equivalent to the Peiyuan sixfold in the Gangfeng era, and when they encounter the sixfold or more in "Wind and Snow Iceberg Due", that is, the dart masters who enter the body in the Gangfeng era are tantamount to the rabble against the elite of the Shangguo War, and they are broken down in minutes and the defense line is scattered and fled. Although it did not cause any visible losses to the team of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, it was a waste of time to arrange troops to shout and scold a set, at first Yinchen was still holding Lin Qingyu on the roof of the car to watch the play, and then he really couldn't stand the annoying harassment and blocking, sneak attack stuffy stick (every time the sneak attack failed, he was caught and beaten by the dart masters), and even poisoned, so that in the last ten days, Yinchen simply took action in person, and saw someone from the opposite side blocking him, just waiting for them to report the title of the king, "I will open this road" Before the words of such a scene were finished, the black sky was immediately bombarded and bombarded, and the storm and fire opened the way in front.

By the time they reached Panyang City, summer was gone, and only the golden color of autumn remained.

Winter is coming, but this year's autumn is a bumper harvest, the serfs in the fields who belong to the king of the mountains, can't help but be excited for this year's autumn harvest full of red light, it stands to reason that in the past, the poor harvest rice is expensive, when the copper is expensive and the rice is cheap, even if the farmers have a good harvest, they will still be exploited by the landlords to the point of ruin, but now God has given a warning call, whether it is the field, or the city rice store, there is no shortage of merchants who dare to pay a high price, especially with the "Xuantian Pavilion" logo, but they claim to beThose uncles who "came from the south" had money and fists, but they did not talk to the landlords of all walks of life at all, and went directly to the peasants' homes to collect grain, and the prices they gave were at least three times higher than the black market opened by the landlords. With the silver dollar in their hands, the peasants hardened themselves in front of the landlord's tax collector for the first time in their lives, and the landlords did not dare to make more times, after all, in the surrounding counties and cities, there were many stories of the three greater kings disappearing in the middle of the night.

No matter how ignorant the king of the mountain is, he doesn't dare to be the rabbit who eats the grass by the nest.

However, the joy of the autumn harvest was not able to infect Yinchen, nor was it able to affect Sui Feifei. After entering Panyang City, Su Feifei locked herself in the guest room and dressed up carefully, as if she had bowed to fate. Although Zhang Weiwu felt that she had reached an agreement with the Yeheweilin clan and Yinchen, he still felt sorry for this good girl, and while secretly sighing that "good people have thin lives", he quietly contacted some wealthy businessmen he knew, preparing to sell the immovable property of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion. The impact on him this time was too great, whether it was the frustration of being played by the imperial court, or the guilt after being "forgiven" by Yinchen, it forced him to rethink his old age and the future of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym.

Winter is approaching, and Zhang Weiwu not only feels the chill from the weather, but also from the Nano family, an emerging but hopelessly corrupted and twisted imperial power.

The people's hearts and minds have never been determined by slogans and bayonets.

Autumn for the people living here, in addition to the golden harvest, there is also the golden chill in the sky, the cold wind blowing from the Dalmaskka Desert, rolling up the sand grains on the desolate Gobi, blowing through the sky, and finally sprinkled on the slope of the north of Yandang Mountain, when the golden cold wind blows like a horn, Shuofang's iron horse, should ride a hungry war horse to the south to plunder, this is known as the legend of "the shadow of the blue wolf", a hundred years ago was still widely spread in Panyang City, but with the rise of the Harlan family and disappeared.

The sad wind calls, and in the dry autumn, there is only a condensed wound.

The silver-colored combat boots stepped on the dry gray stone ground of Pan Yangcheng, but the city in front of him was very different from the memory, the silver-colored boy pulled a big and a small Lori girl, silently walking on the street that was much more prosperous than five years ago, they came out of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, and walked gently on the street that had almost frozen the silver dust to death, and walked to the silver dust and "good luck" In the square where the boss met, he saw that there were still a lot of children who did not know how to do magic, led by middle-aged uncles dressed in mysterious services, lined up into the alleys of the rich area—there were even fences and guards at the mouth of that alley.

Silver Dust turned a corner and walked heavily into the streets he had once wreaked havoc, drenched in grief with every step. This is completely different from the neighborhood in his memory, those houses that were destroyed by his catastrophe, although rebuilt, but not restored, and even those houses that he remembers very well that were not destroyed, most of them have been demolished, and beautiful three-story wooden buildings have been built, and the streets are full of people, although there are no iron wheels, and the traffic like Duntian is busy, but it is also very lively, and the cold golden air is rippling with a strong joy, and the sound of firecrackers from time to time will continue to interrupt the sound of staggered plans again and again. Silver Dust looked left and right as he walked down the block, back again, back again, back again, and finally stopped on the corner.

"It's gone. His voice was not mournful but hasty, as if one was watching his memories disappear in front of him.

"What?" Lin Xuanchen guessed a little, but he was not sure, and Lin Qingyu just followed silently, not speaking, not asking, and even trying not to let himself make a sound. Even though the delicate heart of the little twelve-year-old girl set off monstrous questions, the terrible feeling of "empathy" hung over her head like a dark cloud. She could feel the powerlessness in Yinchen's heart, just like that nightmarish night of fire, she watched her hometown fathers and elders, and all her relatives, being burned alive in front of her eyes.

Xiao Xuanxuan is her mentor and her enemy, and her blood feud has long been imprisoned as a stone statue, so what about her brother?

She didn't know, and she didn't dare to think of such an answer.

"It's nothing, it's just a restaurant. Silver Dust's tone was absolutely insincere.

"Are you hungry?" Lin Xuanchen asked almost knowingly, but still wanted to make a joke to make him feel better, but she failed.

"Come to think of it, since it's an order from the imperial court, how can it be so big...... Stay in the world?" his gaze pierced through the flowing crowd and saw where the Good Fortune Restaurant had been. The gold-lettered signboard of "Guangxing Piano Shop" reflected the gray skylight, but it was still golden, as if it was a thousand-year-old glory in the crown of elegance, but Yinchen knew that more than five years ago, it was not there.

The lie of "twenty years of professional guqin" was made into a dazzling red banner and hung up in a grand manner, as if it were some golden rule.

"Let's go. Silver Dust's footsteps changed from heavy to firm, as if what he was about to embark on was the glorious road of bloody battle against another Crying Buddha. He proudly walked through the bustling street market, past the casino, the green building, the ancient porcelain shop and the laundry room, and finally climbed the low mountain near Panyang City in the fading crowd, and walked into a bone-chilling desolation.

Yizhuang.