The world is not peaceful.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, there was still some turmoil in the south, but it gradually subsided, but this calm did not calm down for too long.

With the edict, the tax rose by two percent, and the government levied the army.

These two percent of the tax is tantamount to crushing people.

Jingren was defeated, there was no big trend, wives and children were waiting for dinner, and many people joined the army, so that the two percent of the tax could also be exempted, so that the family could also have a bite to eat.

This is also a helpless thing, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

But not everyone wants to.

The people of the southern region gathered, and under this oppression, some people rose up, shouted to restore the scene, and responded to the call, and they wanted to oppose this Xiangwang.

But Zhao Zhen is not an idle person, since he dares to do this, he is already fully prepared.

100,000 soldiers and horses have already moved south, and wherever there is chaos, they will be suppressed immediately.

In a series of several uprisings, nearly 10,000 Jingren were killed and wounded, and those who were caught were eventually put in prison.

"This king wants to see what kind of storm a group of lost dogs can set off."

Zhao Zhen intends to fundamentally solve the problem of Jingren.

At first, he mainly focused on appeasement, but after two years, he didn't have any effect, but let the people in the south gather together, and he would not leave such a hidden danger.

Either let them submit, or kill them until they are afraid!

With the help of forceful means, the turmoil in the Southern Regions was also completely resolved, and most people chose to submit, while those who still had the heart of submission chose forbearance.

The spring breeze blows endlessly, the weeds grow and grow, and there will always be a comeback.

The brief lull allowed Daxiang's expedition to proceed smoothly.

When the end of the year was approaching, 50,000 soldiers and horses were enlisted.

Although it did not reach the goal set by Zhao Zhen.

But he didn't want to postpone the reckless expedition to the north.

Four years of prosperity, the day of sting.

Zhao Zhen led an army of 100,000 to march in person, waving his troops to the north!

"Kill!"

With a shout, the war drums beat.

The world, which had been quiet for several years, was once again anxious.

Soon after the rise of Beimang, it was the righteous army that rose up, although it won half of the original Beixiang, but in terms of heritage, it is far inferior to today's Daxiang.

However, Beimang also relied on the easy to defend and difficult to attack of the terrain, and was in a stalemate with Daxiang for a short time.

And this battle lasted from the sting to the beginning of autumn.

On that day, Zhao Zhen was wearing battle armor and straddling a long sword.

He looked down at the corpses that were strewn across the field, and the smell of blood permeated the battlefield.

With a soft sigh, the king, who was over half a hundred years old, also put away the blood-stained sword.

Beimang also disappeared into the torrent of history.

So far, the Eastern Regions are unified!

At the beginning, Beixiang, Beidesert, and Dajing divided the world, under these five years, Dajing perished, Daxiang rose, and Beimang was pacified after the establishment of the country, but only Daxiang and Xixiao stood side by side.

This rolling torrent can also take a break.

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Mo Yuan had traveled around the outside before, and he thought that he would be able to see Mr. when he came back, but he missed the time.

Now it's a good thing that Miss Peach and the boy have gone down the mountain to travel, and there is no one in this view.

Mo Yuan felt that nothing was interesting, so he simply looked at the Taoist temple here, occasionally sweeping the fallen leaves in the Taoist temple courtyard, and waiting for Mr. to come back.

And during this period of time, Mo Yuan received a lot of things.

It's mostly the favor left by Mr.

For example, in a family of three in Qiuyuefang, Zhang Xiaoliu would send a few jars of wine to Huaixu every year, saying that it was for Mr., and Mo Yuan accepted it as usual.

In addition, Mo Yuan would occasionally hear someone knocking on the door, and after opening the door, he would see a figure fleeing from the desert, running extremely fast, and there was no shadow in a blink of an eye.

But the man left a bag of tea at the door of the Taoist temple, and all of them were good tea.

This is the strangest person Mo Yuan has ever seen.

They all came, but only things were left.

He didn't pay much attention to it either, and kept the tea leaves.

It is also worth mentioning that there is also a woman named Ruexiang.

She comes every year.

When I came, I brought a bag of candied fruit, and in addition to a few lotus flowers, all for Mr.

Mo Yuan was surprised when he got these things.

He understands sending candied fruits, but he can't figure it out when he sends lotus flowers.

Mo Yuan thought like this: "This girl has something to do with her husband. ”

So every year when Huaixu Ruxiang came, Mo Yuan would talk to her a lot, wanting to put something out of it.

But after that time, Rue Xiang didn't stay longer every time she didn't see her husband.

Even if she is a well-behaved person, she feels that Mo Yuan talks a lot.

Year after year.

Mo Yuan looked at the things in the room.

There were three or four packs of candied fruit, and the lotus flower was thrown into the well by him, and with his mana, it would not be gone.

The wine piled up in the side room is almost impossible to put down, and on the table, there are dozens of bags of tea, I am afraid that I will not be able to drink it in a few years.

"Mr. Chen's affection is really different."

Mo Yuan thought in his heart that if he could be remembered like a ghost and god, it was estimated that only Mr. Chen would be the only one.

At the beginning of the year, the lights are lit up.

On this day, Zhang Xiaoliu at the foot of the mountain sent lanterns, candles, and couplets.

Mo Yuan didn't care, so he said to accept it for Mr. Chen.

Zhang Xiaoliu told him that it was not for Mr.

"Sent to me?"

Mo Yuan looked at the lantern couplet in his hand, and was a little surprised in his heart.

"Yes."

Zhang Xiaoliu said: "Childe is inevitably lonely on the mountain alone, light the lantern to make it brighter, and look at the warmth in his heart, and wait for tomorrow to paste these couplets, so that it can be considered lively." ”

Mo Yuan listened to these words, and the emotions in his heart were a little complicated.

To tell the truth, he has lived for thousands of years, half of his life has been living for the dragon, and he has also come into contact with a lot of demons and monsters......

But if it's about people......

He really didn't know each other, of course Tong Zhizhao was counted, but he just felt different from Zhang Xiaoliu outside.

Zhang Xiaoliu is simple, and he has been like this from the beginning.

It was also this simplicity that gave birth to something different in Mo Yuan's heart.

In a trance, he seemed to understand why Mr. was obsessed with these mortals, as well as the inexplicable red dust.

It's an amazing feeling.

Mo Yuan smiled kindly and said to Zhang Xiaoliu, "Thank you." ”

"Childe is polite."

Zhang Xiaoliu has been here many times, but he has rarely seen this son smile, but this time, he feels that this son is smiling very simply.

In short, it's not the same as before.

But he didn't understand what the difference was.

After dark.

Mo Yuan took care of the lantern and hung it up.

He lit the candle again and placed it in the main hall.

Looking at that joyful look, Mo Yuan also showed a somewhat satisfied smile on his face.

"It's really different."

He smiled, then looked down at the book in his hand.