"The child is not filial, and he can't help the coffin to go north, may his father not blame him! The child swears to the sky here, that is, it will never recover, and he will definitely slash all the enemies with his hands, and comfort his father's soul in the sky with their blood!" Xia Chengcan hugged Xia Muyang's coffin with both hands, gritted his teeth, and swore in a low voice.

Those who are sons of man should be supported in life, and they should be able to be buried when they die, which is the whole of filial piety and what people should do.

Xia Chengcan wanted to help his deceased father's coffin return to the capital, and personally sprinkled the first piece of soil for the deceased father's tomb to pay homage to filial piety. Of course, he couldn't.

It is more than 3,000 miles north to the capital, and there are no ambushes on the road?

He had no way of knowing.

The white-clothed army was established for the southern conquest of the Turkic country, and the Turkic army was used as a false enemy in daily drills. At this time, although the two countries had not yet been at war, the generals of the white-clothed army had already known the weapons and equipment of the Turkic army. After Mu Danqing and his entourage ambushed Xia Muyang, they left in a hurry before they could clean up. The arrows left on the narrow path were known to everyone at a glance to be the feathered arrows of the Turkic country.

"Pazhou is the hinterland of Dahua, how can the Turkic army hide so deeply?"

Xia Chengcan didn't ask and knew that the Turkic army could avoid so many posts in Dahua, and it would be impossible to do it without the help of internal ghosts. And this inner ghost, nine times out of ten, is Xia Muyan's person. Even the people who ambushed my father were not only the Turkic army, but also this enemy hidden in the shadows!

"If I carry the coffin north, the road is far away, and the hearse cannot go fast, and it is really difficult for me to guard against the enemy. If the thieves set up an ambush all the way, it will be very difficult to return smoothly. In this way, not only will my life be difficult to protect, but I am afraid that my father's coffin will also be destroyed on the way. Isn't it in line with the enemy's intentions?" After thinking about it again, he had to dispel this thought and send Qiu Tingtai to do the matter on his behalf.

The plotter was Xia Muyan, but it was the Turks who did it, and the two were as sinful.

After Xia Muyang pacified the mutiny at the Binan outpost, the original generals of the outpost were either killed, withdrawn, or transferred. At this time, the generals of the outpost, from thousands of people, were all replaced by cronies of the Zhenwang Mansion.

The imperial court had already issued an edict that all the generals in Pinan County should be temporarily controlled by the white-clothed army. Although Xia Chengcan is not the commander of the white-clothed army, he still holds the handsome seal of the white-clothed army, and the generals of the Pinan outpost are all from the Zhenwang faction, so naturally only Xia Chengcan's order is obeyed. With 23,000 troops stationed at the outpost, plus the 10,000 elite white-clothed troops brought by Xia Muyang, Dahua's Chen army on the border of Pinan has exceeded 30,000.

Xia Chengcan has a strong personality, and with such a heavy army, it is impossible for his father to die in vain. He decided to stay in Pinan, in addition to the unpredictable luck on the way north, another reason was to lead these 30,000 people to kill the Turkic country to avenge Xia Muyang.

"Shizi, go back! When the prince's coffin is here, Qiu Tingtai will be born; if the prince's coffin is lost, Qiu Tingtai will die!" Qiu Tingtai took the reins of the horse and reported to Xia Chengcan.

"Okay!" Xia Chengcan only responded to this word.

... ...

Since the night's fright, Emperor Yonghua has been in a state of mind, and in less than two days, people have become much haggard. If there is an obstacle in the heart, the review and folding will not be so smooth. Although it started at the beginning of the day, the folds that were not approved were still piled up.

"Juzheng, what about Zhan Wei? He promised to watch the stars last night and interpret my dreams for me. Emperor Yonghua suddenly remembered this, and hurriedly turned his head to ask Ni Juzheng, who was standing aside.

"Back to the emperor, Zhan is the apprentice of the Taoist to report. Zhan Wei Dao Chang had watched the stars last night, however, there were still unknowns, and he returned to Zhenwuguan in the morning. Ni Juzheng bowed and replied.

"Back to the True Martial Temple, Qing Xuan is only afraid that he is no longer in the capital, what is he going to do in the True Martial Temple?" Emperor Yonghua paused for a moment and asked strangely. Only then did I remember that Qing Xuan's trip to Yinyang City in the Turkic Kingdom was a top secret, but I was afraid that Zhan Wei would not know, so I was relieved.

"Zhan Wei is quite a true legend of Taoism, what did he see last night, how could he still be puzzled?" Emperor Yonghua muttered softly.

Ni Juzheng only smiled and did not answer.

In the past six or seven years, Zhan Wei has been in the palace, preaching and refining medicine for Emperor Yonghua, and it is rare to return to the True Martial Arts Temple once a year. Now stepping on the stone steps of the mountain path, there is a faint feeling of rustiness.

It's a weekday, and it's still early, so I haven't seen any pilgrims along the way. Although he came here to have important matters, he was not in a hurry to hurry, and he often stopped and stood when he reached the wonderful scenery, looking at it with his eyes. "Master, he is an old man, he must practice longevity when he gets up early, and I can't see him when I go early. "When he was in Guanli before, he often served beside Qing Xuan, so he naturally knew that Venerable Master had the habit of getting up early to practice.

Accompanied by beautiful scenery all the way, although Zhan Wei intended to go slower, he still arrived at the Wuwei Hall at two o'clock.

"Zhan is the uncle?" Zhi Shu routinely went to the halls to light incense, and just outside the hall, he saw Zhan Wei coming in the opposite direction. He entered the temple when he was young, and later worshiped under Zhan Ming's door, so he naturally recognized this uncommon uncle.

However, he recognized Zhan Wei, but Zhan Wei couldn't recognize him a little, and said with a bitter face: "I remember you, you are a disciple of Senior Brother Zhan Ming, but your name is really a little unspeakable." What are you going to do?"

The last time the two met was eight years ago, when Zhi Chung was still a fourteen-year-old little Taoist boy, which was naturally very different from his current appearance. Zhi Chung smiled and said, "Uncle Shi, I am Zhi Chung, and you also taught me the true martial arts swordsmanship before!"

Zhan Wei laughed and said happily: "You are the little Taoist who is chubby and stupid, I teach you swordsmanship, how can you not learn it?"

"Yes, Uncle Shi. That's me. Zhi Chung replied with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to grow this big. Zhan Wei muttered with emotion, "Oh, I remember spanking you in the ass at the time, do you still remember my evil?"

Zhi Chung bent down heavily, and replied: "Where is Uncle Shi, you are willing to teach your disciples, it is already my blessing, where will there be resentment!" Zhi Chung raised his head after saluting, and saw a young man walking quickly, and hurriedly called: "Little Uncle, why are you here too?"

The young gentle son who came behind Zhan Wei was Mei Yuanchen. Recently, everything in the Jaw King's Mansion has taken a break, and now that he is free, he wants to come to Zhenwu to watch Qingxuan. I didn't want to happen to meet the second senior brother who I had never met.

Qing Xuan accepted another closed disciple, and Zhan Wei knew about it very early. Hua Zijian's martial arts courtyard was arranged by Zhan for Qingxuan. He looked back in a silent voice, and was eye-to-eye with Mei Yuanchen, "Little junior brother?"

Since practicing the Immortal Martial Arts, Mei Yuanchen's ears are far more intelligent than ordinary people, although he is dozens of feet away from the two, he still listens to the two of them, and knows that the thin old man in front of him is his second senior brother Zhan Wei. Hearing him call himself, he hurriedly replied: "Second senior brother is good!"

"You are Senior Brother Yuanchen? Okay! Okay! Master is right, you are really amazing!" He had profound internal strength, and at this time he had already noticed that Mei Yuanchen's internal strength was no less profound than his own, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Mei Yuanchen bowed his hand and said, "Senior brother praised it falsely!" After finishing the ceremony, he said, "Senior brother is here, can you see Master?"

"Senior brother has just arrived, and I haven't seen the master yet, so why don't you and I go together!" Zhan Wei said with a smile.

Zhi Chung on the side listened to it and interjected: "The two uncles may not know that the old man has been away from the temple for several days. ”

Zhan Wei and Mei Yuanchen glanced at each other, and seemed to ask again, "Master is not here?"

... ...

Yinyang City has not yet ushered in the morning light, and there are few people on the street, Qingxuan holds a sword in his hand and walks slowly towards the palace.