After resting for about an hour, Mo Jun changed horses to the shopkeeper, raised his long whip, and stepped on the dust of the horses' hooves, all the way to Kyoto in the west.

Eight hundred miles, one day to arrive.

In the inn just now, the man was obviously also shocked by the momentum on Mo Jun's body, he couldn't imagine that a seemingly ordinary young brother would hide such a big ability, let alone that this little brother would suddenly get so angry.

So the man hurriedly explained that these were just hearsay, and there was no basis, so Mo Jun must not take it to heart.

What's more, even if it is really to move the capital, it is not a bad thing, and Tai'an is really not suitable as a capital city.

It's just that it's going to cost people and money again.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a while, and the man talked about something else for a while, how could it be boring to sing a one-man show alone, and finally shut up.

The scattered ancient road of Huang Ai is very desolate.

Fortunately, the closer you get to Tai'an, the more people can be seen around, as if the major events in the capital have not affected the surrounding towns.

Near evening, one man and one horse marched to the foot of Li Mountain.

Mo Jun raised his eyes to look at the towering mountain, and his heart was full of emotion, and he couldn't help but sigh.

When he heard that the new emperor had ascended the throne, he demoted the Yang family to this place to guard the mausoleum of the former emperor and the concubine, and although the end was miserable, in general, they at least survived. The sheep that have entered the tiger's mouth can still have bones left, and it seems that the tiger and hungry wolf who are too safe can treat political enemies like this, although it is not benevolent, it is enough to do its righteous.

In the past, the three princes fell here, which still makes people feel embarrassed.

A new temple was built under the mountain, for the people to worship, although the people can go up the mountain on weekdays, but the palace on the mountain is guarded by the guards, and they can't get close, so they took the lead of some people, spontaneously built this temple, and two statues of gods were placed in the temple.

These people naturally don't know the story between Emperor Wen and the concubine, but in their opinion, between a generation of Ming Jun and a peerless beauty, it should be a poignant and moving story, although the two are buried here, but their souls have already soared to immortals, living a life like a fairy couple in the sky.

And so, a story spread.

And this story is getting more and more divine.

It is humane: He had seen the souls of those two men at night, they were dressed in white, their clothes were fluttering, they walked like the wind, they danced like dreams, they must be immortals in the sky.

Some people also said that he had seen the wisp of white-clothed ghost dancing with the sound of the flute, which seemed to be the swan song of Yang Guifei's fame back then, the dance of neon clothes and feathers.

Some people even said that he had seen King Qi Weishengyou come here to worship the two.

After hearing these rumors, Mo Jun just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

Stories, aren't they all written by people, whether they are true or not, it doesn't matter, and there is no need to delve into it.

Bidding farewell to Lishan, before leaving, Mo Jun glanced at the listless guards around him as if they hadn't slept well, and pursed his lips with displeasure. Xindao is based on the quality of these people, and it is estimated that a few good people in the rivers and lakes can easily break in, how can they protect the dignity of the emperor?

Even so, Mo Jun couldn't do anything, just hoping that the souls of those two could sleep here peacefully forever and never be disturbed again.

Thinking so, one person, one sword and one horse, wrapped in the wind and sand, set out on the road again.

Kyoto, Tai'an.

In the early morning of the second day, Mo Jun arrived here just in time to open the city gate.

Everything is the same as before, but the mottled monuments at the head of the city seem to reflect a few traces of blood that cannot be erased, and the drops seem to tell the story of that night.

Some people become kings, and some people lose.

There are even more people, who are in ashes.

Like a road with no end in sight, the road is dark all around, and only in front of the road can you see the faint light, calling the people on the road to move forward step by step.

If you go, you will never go back.

And Tai'an City is still the same Tai'an City, only the people in the city have changed.

The forbidden army in the city suffered heavy casualties, more than 10,000 people died overnight, and countless people were wounded, and many people could no longer walk and could not hold their blades. But the pension they received was pitiful.

What's even more chilling is that the imperial court has increased taxes, starting with the capital, and wantonly collecting money from the downside, making the people miserable. After suffering, I will feel nostalgic for the good that I once had, and think of the thriving Tai'an when Emperor Wen was there.

"Next!"

The guards at the city gates hold a notebook in their hands, and make detailed records of the people who enter and leave the city, for fear of missing something;

"Are you a disciple of Xunmen?" asked a leading lieutenant who took the waist card handed by Mo Jun and looked him up and down suspiciously. Thinking that these low-level sergeants had naturally never seen the jade plaque of the Xunmen disciple with their own eyes, at most they had only heard of it, so they didn't dare to let the man in white into the city easily at the moment.

Mo Jun nodded without changing his face.

"What are you doing in the capital?" asked the lieutenant again.

"You should be clear. Mo Jun replied lightly.

Now that he is a disciple of the Jianghu Sect, he must not be too arrogant or too humble in the face of these officers, otherwise it will make people suspicious, so the attitude of neither humility nor arrogance is the best.

The captain frowned, and said with a displeased face: "Now I'm asking you!"

Mo Jun arched his hand at this time, and then explained: "The general should have heard that the seven-year Great Autumn Meeting of the Four Seas Alliance is approaching, and I, Xunmen, as a leader of the Jianghu Sect, will naturally not miss this grand event. And the master of my family is Xun Wuya, the Shangshu of Beijing, but because there are many things in Beijing, it is inconvenient for him to withdraw, so the door is sent to deliver some letters. ”

The lieutenant seemed to be very impressed by this "general", his expression slowed slightly, he nodded, wrote down two notes in his notebook, and then asked, "What about the letter?"

Mo Jun said with an unkind face: "General, this is my sect's business, how can I show it to outsiders?"

The lieutenant glared and said, "If you really send a letter, take it out, and I won't read the content!"

Mo Jun gritted his teeth, his face was cloudy, and after pretending to hesitate, he took out a letter that had been prepared from his arms, spread it out in front of the sergeants, and then immediately took it back.

Seeing the big red seal on the envelope, the lieutenant was relieved, and then took out the portrait on the wanted warrant and carefully compared it with the man in white in front of him, and only after repeated confirmation did he turn sideways and let him go.

"Why is this Xunmen disciple also wearing white clothes?" the school captain shook his head, muttered to himself, and then didn't think about it anymore.

Mo Jun took a deep breath, reached out and touched the sword box on his back, and stepped into the city with his head held high.

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