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Chapter 181: It's a little cold this winter

In the world of silver light, snow flutters.

The 60,000 Qingzhou border troops were freshly dressed and angry, Zhang Xiaodao sang all the way, pulling Wang Luohan's weak and boneless little hands through it, leaving ugly faces.

Shao Donghua didn't know how long it had been since he had been so angry, but he knew that the anger in his heart at this time had spurred out a flame that seemed to be about to melt his majestic body.

But in the end, he still didn't choose to make a move, because he knew that Wang Luohan could leave with Zhang Xiaodao, because he knew that this was not the time to go toe-to-toe with the Sheng Tang Tieqi.

Forbearance, it is a difficult thing for Zhang Xiaodao, whether he is naïve or has a character, he is such a person.

But forbearance is naturally a compulsory course for characters like Shao Donghua, even if he has a water chestnut in his heart, he must learn this, otherwise he will not become one of the six kings of the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Xiaodao was wantonly trampling on the dignity of the Qingzhou border army with his singing voice at this time, his singing voice was a little torn, with the impassioned love in his heart, which attracted 30,000 iron horsemen to sing along.

The sound wave is like an invisible sword, ripping the heart of the Qingzhou border army.

But inexplicably, there were no soldiers who wanted to put Zhang Xiaodao to death, but they listened to the song but showed complicated feelings.

Zhang Xiaodao saw this scene, and let out a breath of turbidity in his heart, he did this, naturally not just to breathe.

Since I can't talk about it, then I'm disgusted with you, his words and singing are a time bomb, and he wants to bury this bomb in the hearts of every border soldier in Qingzhou.

When they came to Japan, they were really enemies of the Tang Dynasty. It will inevitably prompt some effects, Zhang Xiaodao doesn't know what this effect is, it may be just a stuffy fart, or it may really be a bomb that can blow up their bodies and wills.

However, at this time, he couldn't think deeper, although Zhang Xiaodao was extremely happy on the surface, in fact, the apprehension in his heart was unimaginable to ordinary people.

The pressure brought to him by Shao Donghua, the pressure brought to him by the 100-yuan fierce general, and the pressure brought to him by the elite of the 60,000 Qingzhou border army, how can ordinary people bear it?

In order to relieve this pressure. He could only sing louder. Trying to make yourself forget about your sense of fear.

Zhang Xiaodao felt that there was no pressure in his heart anymore as he sang, and countless hot eyes could no longer have any effect on him, so he sang more and more cheerfully.

The cheerful singing voice was accompanied by Zhang Xiaodao's enlightenment. Let him understand that the idealism has a blade. to withstand this inhuman pressure!

When Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Luohan walked out of the phalanx of the Qingzhou border army. Wang Luohan felt that Zhang Xiaodao seemed to have become different. But I didn't know that Zhang Xiaodao understood what the teacher once said to him, and he knew how to cultivate his mind!

Cultivating the mind varies from person to person, and what he wants to cultivate is the blade in his heart.

You have to cultivate the blade in your heart. You have to cut the blade before you can hurt the enemy!

Today, it is his journey to open the blade, under the witness of Shao Donghua and 60,000 border troops, Zhang Xiaodao has completed a transformation that can be called a cocoon into a butterfly.

Stepping on the snow, Zhang Xiaodao felt that there was no need for the Qingzhou border army behind him to take a look, and the 'squeak, squeak' under his feet. There was a crisp sound, he and Wang Luohan came to the front of the 30,000 iron horses, Zhang Xiaodao looked at the healthy horses in front of him, looked at the Sheng Tang sergeant wearing seamless black armor, and said softly: "Song, it's really good." ”

Laughter erupted in the ranks of the Iron Riders in the plain.

Zhang Xiaodao listened to this laughter and came to Tang Qinian's side, still not looking back, but said affirmatively: "Qingzhou border army, you can't laugh like this in the future." ”

Tang Qinian was silent for a moment, after all, his status was different from Zhang Xiaodao, and he had to worry about how to solve it after the Qingzhou border army became Sheng Tang's henchmen.

And all he could do at this time was to tighten his clothes, feeling that Sheng Tang seemed to be a little cold this winter!

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After the 30,000 iron horses left, the Qingzhou border army started the annual winter sacrifice as if there was nothing, but the last sentence of the sacrifice made Jiamuguan fall into embarrassment.

"May the Tang Dynasty be smooth and the country and the people safe!"

Should today's Qingzhou border army still pray for the Tang Dynasty?

No one knows, and Shao Donghua didn't blame anyone for this small omission, just like in previous years, after the winter festival, there was a banquet of 10,000 tables.

Only this time, although the specifications are grand, Bian Jun'er doesn't seem to have any appetite.

Many generals began to worry about the current situation of the Qingzhou border army, but Shao Donghua did not give an explanation for a long time.

After the banquet, the Qingzhou border army scattered and returned to the border pass as usual, but they didn't know what they were doing when they came back, whether the Qingzhou border army was a rebel or not.

This ambiguous attitude and the results of the negotiation naturally spread to the palace in Shengjing.

Tang Yinlong sat in the imperial study and read the secret letter, a look of anger appeared on his cheeks, and the queen Wen Qinglan beside him hurriedly appeased, but now this time her actions had no effect.

Nine dragon vases have been reduced to broken tiles on the sumptuous stalls, delicate teapots have scattered large swaths of tea leaves on the floor, and hot tea is steaming.

The precious screen with the tiger descending from the mountain was kicked out of a big hole, and even the plaque on the imperial study was trampled by Tang Yinlong.

Wen Qinglan sat in the middle of this storm circle, looking a little worried, but she didn't stop it.

He knew that the attitude of Scar Curly, the king of the border army, made his husband angry, and at this time he needed to vent, and he needed to smash something like a child.

Outside the imperial study, countless guards and maids knelt in unison, and the big eunuch Xiaofuzi trembled when they heard the angry shouts in the room.

The snow fell in the imperial city for an afternoon, and Tang Yinlong smashed it for an afternoon.

When the snow stopped, the people kneeling outside the study could feel a little heavy, because their backs were so covered with snow that they couldn't seem to lift their waists anymore.

Tang Yinlong finally opened the door of the imperial study and saw this spectacular scene. But he didn't care, he just shouted: "Spread the holy decree, I want to drive the expedition in person!"

Everyone couldn't help but feel their bodies tremble, and the snow fell from behind, and the whole body was cold.

Tang Yinlong, who was only wearing an inner liner, also seemed to feel a little cold, and tightened his shirt and said, "Pass on the five kings face saints!"

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The back mountain of the academy made a big pot of chicken soup today, but it was not waiting for the scar curls of the Qingzhou border army. It's the teacher's mother, Hanshuang'er, who feels that Mr. Hanshuang, who has been looking at the sky like a fool recently, is a little tired.

The snow filled the back mountain, and the gentleman withdrew his gaze, and before the chicken soup was ready, he took a big sip with a scoop. Suddenly, I felt the chill in my body disappear.

Frost didn't blame. Instead, he asked, "Is the knife back?"

Li Zizhi replied: "It should be soon." ”

"A holy decree has just come, announcing that you will enter the palace to face the saint. ”

Li Zizhi smashed his mouth and said, "With the character of the saint, I'm afraid I want to drive the expedition in person." ”

Frost's face changed. Understand that these seemingly simple words once they become facts. How much impact it will have on the world.

"Will you agree?"

"No, it won't. Li Zizhi said with certainty: "Once His Majesty is in person." Fuzhou Meeting, Great Wilderness, Western Regions. I will not hesitate to give it my all. ”

"Sheng Tang is afraid of them?"

"I'm not afraid, but it will take some time. ”

"What do you need time for?"

Li Zi knew: "Wait for the eldest of our family to grow up, or wait for the child with the knife to have an epiphany." ”

"This is important?"

"After the death of the monk, I will have to resist this responsibility, and naturally someone will have to resist my responsibility. ”

"To be honest, I don't understand why you have been staying in Shengjing, of course I know that you must have your own reasons, but if you are really afraid that the master will sneak into Shengjing to commit murder, this reason is a little naïve. ”

"This reason is not naïve, there are not a few people in the world who can kill under the imperial city alone, this excuse is enough to make the Great Wilderness and the Western Regions believe that I stayed in Shengjing for this reason, because there are many such people there. ”

Frost frowned and asked, "Is it really just that?"

Li Zizhi smiled bitterly: "Naturally not." ”

"Can I listen then?"

Li Zizhi nodded, raised his finger and pointed first at the guide, and then at the north.

Han Shuang'er's face changed suddenly, her face was full of shock, and she even forgot the pot of chicken soup that had just been covered with the lid and now that the soup had overflowed, and she inexplicably felt that this winter seemed to be a little cold.

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There are a lot of idlers in the Futu Temple, so the snow sweeping is very diligent, no, the heavy snow has just ended, and the ground in the Futu Temple has been restored to its original appearance.

The little monk Fayi sat under the Tower of Babel and nibbled on green onions in a cotton robe, as if he was too bored, and looked at the top of the Tower of Babel.

There were clouds and mist in the gray sky, and Fayi didn't see the top of the tower when he raised his neck, and he couldn't help but think inexplicably why this tower was so high, but there were only six floors in it.

This kind of boring question can only be thought of when you are extremely bored.

The barefoot monk Wuhai came to Fayi's side at this time, picked up a green onion in front of Fayi, dipped it in the black paste and nibbled on it.

The little monk of Fayi has a very deep understanding of the word sharing, so even if his favorite green onion is eaten, he doesn't feel anything, but asks, "When will the junior brother come down?"

Wu Haipan sat down, and seemed to look at the top of the tower with extreme boredom, but affirmed: "It's almost there, it's the fifth floor." ”

The little monk nodded and asked, "The knife is coming back soon, right?"

Wuhai nodded, but asked, "What if Zhang Xiaodao wants to kill someone in the future, but you don't want that person to die." ”

After leaving the Tower of Babel, the little monk of Fayi would always be asked some inexplicable questions, and his answers would occasionally make Wuhai laugh and occasionally make him frown.

But he didn't want the master to be unhappy, so he summed up some experience and asked, "Is it true that if I say that you will be very satisfied with all the knives?"

"This is natural. "The sea is undisguised.

The little monk was silent for a moment and said, "I have to think about it." ”

Wuhai said at this time: "Come out." ”

The little monk laughed happily, but saw that the master had disappeared in place.

From time to time, it was time to gnaw three green onions, and the honest Wang Da Niu walked out of the Tower of Babel with the sea, Wang Da Niu's clothes were slightly thin, and he was blown by the cold wind, and he suddenly felt a little more sober. But he heard the master who was countless times higher than him say: "This winter is a little cold!" (to be continued......)