If you look down on the world from the clear blue sky, you will find that the region where the Song Kingdom is located is the center of the world. Turning over the map of a hundred years ago, Song Guo was only the weakest and most unworthy member of the Nine Directions Male Lord, a little sheep surrounded by wolves, and could only survive carefully, never daring to speak out.

In today's Song Kingdom, there are many elite soldiers in the army who can destroy mountains and forests, and the most important thing in the temple is the scribes and Qingchen who have a lot of money in their sleeves and are strategizing thousands of miles away. The heroes are like a big boar weighing thousands of pounds in the mountains, although they are not everywhere, but there are definitely a lot.

More than 100 years ago, the protracted struggle for hegemony of the Nine Kingdoms made the Song State from a small country in the Central Plains that was struggling to survive in the cracks of all powerful forces, and stepped step by step into the current number one hegemon in the world.

In the middle of the map canvas of the world, a ridiculously large 'Song' character was written.

Bianjing has been prosperous since ancient times, the Great Song Dynasty on the canvas is similar to a piece of cake, and Bianjing City is in the center of this cake, it is the only capital of the Song Dynasty for more than 3,000 years, the kings of the Song Dynasty have all built the capital here, no matter how much the new monarch hates the old dynasty, no matter how drastically the new king ascended the throne, how drastically modified or even overcast those official systems and silver coins, what remains unchanged is the identity of Bianjing City, no one dares to move the sword and axe, only the brick and tile of the four sides of the city wall of Bianjing.

This Bianjing City, which now covers an area as huge as half of the Xiliang Kingdom and has a population of up to 8 million households, has the reputation of the heart of the world among the world's population.

In the first year of Kaibao, Emperor Jian'an Zhao Tong ascended the throne at the age of sixteen as the emperor, in the next twenty years, the iron hooves stepped on the princes of the eight countries, according to rumors, Zhao Tong rode the red moon horse under the crotch to the eight palaces all over, every time to a golden palace, Zhao Tong and the red moon horse under his crotch will pee on the dragon chair, and then leave in style.

That bubble of human urine and a bubble of horse urine made the emperors of the Eight Kingdoms, who could only look up to the Song Kingdom later, sit on the dragon chair and discuss with His Royal Highness's ministers, and it is unknown whether they can still smell the faint smell of urine when they smell it carefully.

On the first day of the third month of the 23rd year of Kaibao, the princes of the eight kingdoms went to Bianjing together to make a pilgrimage to Emperor Jian'an.

On that day, the people of Bianjing City, every household put up lanterns and firecrackers, and everyone competed to watch the sad faces of the emperors of the eight countries on the 16-lane wide Tianhe Avenue.

It is said that on that day, the cars of the emperors of the Eight Kingdoms were walking on Tianhe Avenue, but none of the onlookers scolded the emperors who had bullied them and their Song Kingdom to the point of groveling, and just watched the slow cars in silence. Looking at the curtains of the car that had to be opened by Emperor Jian'an, looking at the faces of the eight emperors, the people couldn't help but shed tears.

That year, on that day, Bianjing City and even the Song Kingdom were filled with a smell called raising eyebrows.

According to folk rumors, the reason why no monarch of the Great Song Dynasty dared to use swords in this Bianjing City is because when the Sifang City Wall of Bianjing City was just completed, there was auspicious rain from the sky, and countless heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals came from the east, and the leader was a golden armor general, who stood in front of the formation, pointed to Bianjing City and said: "I hope that the king of the Great Song Dynasty should take it as his responsibility to protect the peace of the people in the world in the future!" Then all the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals rushed to the city wall from all directions, and finally disappeared into the city wall, as if they melted into the square city wall that Bianjing City had just built.

Therefore, since then, the quadrangular city wall has only been reinforced, heightened and thickened, and not even a single brick has been dropped.

Although this legend was not publicly stated by the Song Dynasty, the people still relished it and believed it.

After traveling thousands of miles, the group of people who came from the grassland of Liang Kingdom came to Bianliang City for the first time, and were amazed by the prosperity of the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, which was probably not comparable to the grand prosperity of the capitals of the other six countries together.

"It's better to see than to hear..."Standing in front of the city gate, looking up at the high and thick city walls,

The handsome young man sighed.

"Second Senior Brother, you promised me to take me to buy the best rouge in the Song Kingdom. The little sister cheered, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and the stalls on both sides of the street were very attractive to her, but she had not forgotten the rouge of Bianjing Qiulanfang, which she had heard of for a long time.

"I remember, for the sake of the little junior brother, you know all day long to buy rouge gouache to dress yourself, such an adult, and you are not sensible. The young man shook his head helplessly, but still touched the little sister's head very dotingly.

The little junior sister put her hands behind her back and said with a smile: "Master said, cultivation is the most effective when you are happy, so I have to make myself happy first." Master also said, girl's family, it's not good to practice all day long, it's not good to practice rough hands, I feel that my hands are a lot rougher lately......" As she spoke, Erba raised her hand and pouted and looked at her hands...

"Okay, okay, it's okay if you're happy, it's okay to be happy. The young man didn't bother to entangle her.

Inside the Autumn Fruit Inn.

Qin Tieniu leaned against the counter and looked at the storyteller telling on the simple table with a smile.

"Now this Song country is no longer the humble, diligent, and well-dressed country of etiquette that was famous for its etiquette, it's a pity, it's a pity..." said pity, but the old man's expression didn't look pity at all, and he tore the greasy chicken leg with his teeth, as if it was a real pity if he didn't have the heart to deal with this chicken leg. Sitting on the small storytelling platform that belongs to him, ignoring the expectant expressions of the spectators who sat down, it was the time for the old storyteller to eat chicken legs between storytelling.

When the old man finished eating the chicken legs, he saw his pair of dry hands standing on the greasy side of his clothes, casually wiped the corners of his clothes, picked up the waking wood and slapped it heavily, and then said today's closing remarks: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have heard that the country can not be strong soldiers and humvees, but it must not be rude and unjust..."

"Good, good..." The officials applauded and generously donated at the same time, taking out more or less silver coins and putting them into the bamboo basket on the stage.

This storyteller has been talking about books in Bianjing for decades, and he is a native of Beijing, and he has long been a well-known celebrity in Bianjing from his youth to the current year. He said that the book may not be thrilling and wonderful as others say, and it will not arouse people's appetite, but the conclusion after eating a chicken leg is very intriguing, and it is a major feature that everyone likes.

"Such nonsense about the government and government, if it is placed in our Liang country, it is enough to kill the head. A young man who looked like a scholar shook the paper fan lightly, looked at the back of the storyteller who slowly left the inn after cleaning up the guys, and said expressionlessly.

Sitting opposite the scholar was a middle-aged man with a dusty face, his face was pale, and after listening to the young man's words, he just pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and did not speak, his eyes looked at the sky outside the window, as if he was thinking about something.

The scholar continued: "Uncle Shi, many people say that the imperial people of the Song Kingdom are lenient and the imperial officials are strict, and they are a model of clean and honest government. Hmph, but in my opinion, it is reasonable to say that the imperial officials are strict, but what is the benefit of being lenient with the people? It is very lenient to the foolish people, and it is easy to make trouble with the people. ”

The middle-aged man known as Uncle Shi finally turned his head to look at the scholar, and said with a dry smile: "If Song Guo is also like my Liang Guo, based on what you just said, I am afraid that he has been taken away by the Yacha now." ”

"Haha..."The scholar smiled and arched his hand: "Uncle Shi taught me a lesson." ”

"Those who have a country and a family do not suffer from widowhood but inequality, and do not suffer from poverty but suffer from insecurity. If the people can live a stable life, not let unequal things prevail, and at least on the surface, be relatively fair, then who else wants to rebel? What is the use of rebellion? Can rebellion be better than it is now?" The middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse, and his temperament was not very strong, obviously suffering internal injuries.

Seeing that the middle-aged man's face was a little paler than Fang Cai, the scholar frowned and raised his hand to put it on the other party's wrist, and after a while, he said worriedly: "Uncle Shi, let's hurry back to the grass house, don't worry about the affairs here for the time being, and leave it to the subordinates to take care of." ”

The middle-aged man thought about it, and finally nodded in agreement.

They are from the grassland of Liang State, and they have not received the slightest useful news when they come to the capital this time. The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Shi by the scholar was one of the twelve little heavenly masters in the grassland, Meng Yangui. In Bianjing City, Meng Yangui in the Autumn Realm was seriously injured. And that scholar is a disciple of Caolu who is a generation younger than him, and he is the leader of the younger generation, Wei Jin.

Caolu is the hometown of the world's Daomen, it is said that it was built by Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of the Daomen two thousand years ago, and now it is the holy place that the believers of the world's Daomen yearn for. Most of the great heavenly masters in the world are from Caolu, and Beiliang's ability to survive under the iron hooves of the Great Song Dynasty also has a lot to do with Caolu.

"Wait for your junior brothers and sisters to come, hand them over, and then we will go back. Meng Yangui took a sip of wine and looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside the window. This group of them came to Bianjing City a few months ago, and now he is seriously injured and should not stay for a long time, today, they are waiting here for the second group of people to come here according to the agreement. Listening to his master, the second group of people who came were all young disciples, and the purpose of this trip was only to inspect and observe the exams of Qingtian Pavilion, so this second group of people could swagger and not have to hide like them with tasks.

After a while, Meng Yangui saw a group of people walking in from outside the door.

"Uncle Shi is good, Senior Brother is good. A few people arched their hands and sat down.

"Uncle Shi, are you injured?" The little junior sister Han Ling'er grabbed Meng Yangui's sleeve, and her cheerful smile turned into worry.

"Small injuries, don't get in the way, Ling'er rest assured. Meng Yangui smiled and comforted, and poured a glass of water for Han Ling'er: "Is Ling'er tired? ”

Han Ling'er's face turned red again, and she said angrily: "Uncle Shi is talking nonsense again..."

Everyone laughed.

After a few words of greeting, Feng Xiaoting, the second senior brother who is known as the most handsome of the young generation in Caolu, said: "Uncle and Senior Brother should go back to Caolu as soon as possible, there are many long nights and dreams in the province, and Uncle Shi's injury needs to be recuperated." ”

Senior Brother Wei Jin said: "Let's leave today, you have to be more careful here, don't cause trouble, there are many masters in this Bianjing City... If not..."Speaking of this, Wei Jin glanced at his uncle and didn't say any more.

Meng Yangui smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for their subordinates to show mercy to me, I'm afraid you wouldn't see me again." ”

"Why?" Han Ling'er said curiously.

"Little junior sister!" Senior Brother Wei Jin was a little angry and glared at Han Ling'er.

"It doesn't matter. Meng Yangui waved his hand and said to Han Ling'er: "I went to the Qingtian Pavilion Library to look for books, and was discovered by the people of the Qingtian Pavilion. ’”

Everyone fell silent, Meng Yangui, one of the twelve little heavenly masters of the Caolu, and the cultivator of the Autumn Realm, such a big man in cultivation, actually had this encounter in Qingtian Pavilion.

Meng Yangui saw that the atmosphere was a little bad, and said with a smile: "Your uncle is not so weak, what I met that day was the teaching of their cultivation institute, or both, both of them are from the Autumn Realm." One-on-one, I'm not scared, but two to one, how can I parry. I laughed at them at the time for not being a hero if they fought more or less, but they said that 'if you can win, you are a hero, and if you have the ability, you can find more people', haha, I didn't expect this Song Guo to be a teacher and not blush when he talked about cunning. ”

The apprentices could accept this, and Han Ling'er smiled: "To bully more and less, it seems that this Qingtian Pavilion is not very good..."

After some explanation, the senior uncle Meng Yangui and the senior brother Wei Jin bid farewell to everyone and embarked on the journey back to the grassland of Liang Kingdom.