In fact, the Tang people have always been a very different creature, at least in the eyes of the rest of the foreign people in the world, stubbornly drawing the Tang people out of the boundaries of ordinary people.

The Tang Dynasty established the country by force, the people were fierce, the agricultural kang was pillow with a knife to sleep, and the historical sites of the ancestors of the founding of the country could seep blood, it is no exaggeration to say that the Tang people in those years were the typical outstanding representatives who disobeyed me, I cut until you obeyed.

In the early years, there were often condemning remarks among the people, similar to the Tang people as the origin of the world's disasters, so that until now, when the topic of the Tang people is mentioned, most of them are linked to titles such as "Tang Barbarian".

It's just that in recent years, the power of the Tang Dynasty has become stronger and stronger, and Emperor Tang, who has been cultivating for many years, heard that he was in the imperial study recently, and he pointed to the territory map and threw the inkstone against a group of fierce generals with brilliant achievements.

Several generals who were extremely familiar with the methods of slaughtering the city pit in the early years rushed to the outskirts of the imperial city with ink spots all over their bodies, and personally trained a group of Gyeonggi guards from morning to night.

As a result, no matter what the occasion, the rest of the forces gradually quieted down the discussion of the Tang State, and several instigators of the people even simply buried their heads in the soil and turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window.

But the Tang people never had the slightest anger at these remarks, and the scenes that often appeared, adults took the books of other countries to proclaim the world and blame the despicable acts of the Tang State, and read them to children as a show off of capital.

The arrogance and conceit of the Tang people are often innate, and that attitude of great enthusiasm for life pervades the whole country, which seems to be more and more impetuous and extremely unstable.

In recent years, the scholars of various pavilions have been piled up with court cases for their efforts to resist the strange atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang Emperor often scoffed at the beginning, thinking that these group of scholars were simply full of food and had nothing to support, and put them aside and said that this was a blessing for the country.

As a result, this extreme pride became even more out of control, and it evolved into the fact that the generals who held military power in the dynasty often paced in the study with the lamp in their hands all night, looking at the palace secret edict on the bookcase.

The eccentricity of the Tang people is often presented in another form of expression, and they have a special opinion on the admiration and inheritance of the elegant country that has inherited the ancient learning, the heartache of the Tang Dynasty's dedication to the sword and soldiers, and the disdain for the quality of the Tang people.

Generally speaking, the Tang people admit that the Tang people have no quality, but the Tang people never think that they have no quality. This is a carnivorous species that can be cut and fought for in the bazaar because of a shortage of catties and taels, or it can be used for the king's life in a lively and laughing manner, full of extreme contradictions and extremely inflammatory carnivorous species, Tang.

But in the peaceful years, there will always be some more deviant existences, Yun Zhao, who is lying on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed and yawning, is exactly such a kind of person, and the young man disdains the personality values of the Tang people.

He believes that these pigs, who only shout and kill all day long, do not know the beautiful value of life at all, and need a leader who really applies what they have learned to teach people to learn to enjoy life and sunshine, such as themselves.

However, the reason why the young man couldn't sleep in the middle of the night was not thinking about the future of the Tang people, nor Chu Bafang's silver, nor was it the dawn to escort a group of pigs with status.

is a young man from Chengping who has been committed to life rather than survival since he was a child, and he is extremely eager to explore the deeper power, which is what Chu Bafang said before, "evil doorway".

Through the moonlight through the paper window, Yun Zhao tilted his head and looked at the few pages left by Chu Fatzi on the table, pinching and rubbing his sore temples, feeling an incomparably headache. "Heaven and earth source qi into the body in the tendons, quenching flesh and blood, bone, resonance and resonance of the pulse of heaven and earth, to get the beginning of the realm..."

Yun Zhao touched Peiyu, who had been hanging close to him since he was sensible, clenched his fists, and his stubborn temperament drove the same pride as Datang, never believing in the life principles set by heaven, and never loosened in the slightest since he first saw the horse bandits in the grassland.

Hold your fists, please advise, a bright smile.

The night breeze in the border realm is always extraordinarily cold, slapping on the half-open wooden door, creaking, I don't know if it's because of the cold wind or noise, the young man unconsciously tightened the quilt, no one found it, under the cover of the quilt, Peiyu suddenly burst out like daylight, the sleeping boy felt as if he was floating in a white fog, between the fog gathering and dispersing, there was a piece of fluorescence...

......

The morning rain sparsely slapped on the crumbling paper window, and suddenly the sash opened from the inside out, revealing a sleepy-eyed face...

Yun Zhao rubbed the corners of his sore eyes, took off his clothes, and jumped into the barrel in the drizzle to freshen up. Put on a black strong shirt, tighten the hem of the shirt and trousers, tie the military boots tightly, tie the hair to the back of the head and tightly tie a ponytail, bow his head to the water, and nod with satisfaction.

He knelt in front of the bed and tinkered under the bed for a long time, took out a cloth bag, pulled out two sabers from it, moved outside the house, stepped on the bench and began to sharpen the knives.

The sound of grinding knives, the sound of sprinkling water from time to time, accompanied by the sound of raindrops falling to the ground, knocked on the faint light of the skyline, Yun Zhao looked up at the sky, and estimated that the hour was almost about to set off.

Hung up the waist bundle, stuck the knife horizontally behind his waist, picked up the package that had been prepared and hung it diagonally on his shoulder, looked back at the wooden door, and waved his hand.

...

The rain stopped.

The military road was cleaned up today, there was no grass clippings at all, it may be that the people in the neighboring street felt something, they swept it clean the night before, and sprinkled it with water, the Tang people's almost fanatical belief in the army had made Yun Zhao feel numb, except for the connivance of the Tang Emperor, he couldn't find any other explanation.

walked along the road to the door of the military office and nodded to Chu Bafang, who was waiting early. It didn't take long for Huangfu Xuan, dressed in a black brocade and gold-edged official uniform, to lead a group of people out of the Yangmu Gate and escort a woman into the carriage.

The woman in the center is tall and slender, with white and tender skin, her waist-length black hair tied up with a red ribbon, and a life-size red cloak.

...

Maybe it's too early, the rooster hasn't crowed, the grass gate has not been opened, the city gate is only Qin Yuan led a few soldiers, the old man Qin sat on the bamboo chair and patted his knees and looked at the crowd outside the city gate, seeing that the county lord chariot was coming, he got up with his elbow and struggled to get up and salute, when the old man Qin took Yun Zhao out of the city to clear the Liukou three years ago, he was shot in the right leg by a stray arrow, and he has not been able to get on the horse since then.

It was also from that time that the boy stubbornly insisted on going alone, so from that year on, the rogues also fled into the tail ditch and became a horse bandit and had nightmares...

Chu Fatzi helped Qin Yuan to walk while chattering, which family in the north of the city had broken accounts for a few roast chickens from the old family on credit, or told the measurement of fire oil in the office to be urged again, the old man Qin responded with a smile, turned his head and pointed to Yun Zhao who was leading the horse at the end of the team, and the latter raised his head to indicate that he knew.

"Zhaoxiao... Brother Zhao must bring a few decent books to the military town this time, and bring them back to open my eyes, you also know that Zhang Xiucai's family is a little bit of a broken family, I estimate that he bought this Xiucai with money. Li Huaide, who was a thief, leaned over, and pulled Yun Zhao, who was yawning, to squeeze his eyes.

The latter raised his eyebrows, didn't answer, looked around and asked, "That's it, where is Caiyasu, you're confused?"

"You don't know what kind of person he is, he was so angry that he didn't get out of bed for three days after that night..."

When he raised his head again, Yun Zhao had already ridden out of the city gate, and hurriedly tiptoed and shook his arms to tell him about carrying the book.

Yun Zhao bit a wilted cat's ear grass and flipped it in his mouth, swaying with the horse's back, there were many things he hadn't thought about clearly in Chengping City for so many years.

Chu Bafang was thinking about building a three-storey gatehouse on the city gate all day long, and he was counting on the pestle to point out the country one day, Li Huaide was addicted to gambling but saved money in order to buy a few broken books that had been repaired, and he shook his cuffs all day long and said what kind of book business was obsessed with the world, and he couldn't understand why he was bent on the damn avenue.

Turning his head, he looked at the dilapidated earthen embryo of the easternmost part of the Tang Dynasty behind him, which was praised by literati and scholars as the city of the rising sun. Sometimes this person is like a cage, different thoughts and emotions collide and bite each other, everyone is a trapped beast dying and struggling, and everyone is their own cause and effect.

Yun Zhao spit out the grass roots in his mouth, pulled the reins of the horse, and rushed to the chariot in front of him.

...

The old man in a shabby robe looked at the sunlight in the house, showed a stunned smirk with a big mouth missing front teeth, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but dance under his shadow under the roof tiles.

"The boy is out of Chengping, the boy is out of Chengping..."

The door-to-door straw mat showed a small head, looking at the old stick in front of the door, looking at it for a while, all of them laughed and followed the old road and sang and danced with a smile.

"The boy is out of Chengping...", a cry filled with children's laughter, floating in the slightly cold air above Chengping City, not dispersed for a long time.

...

Seven carriages are chained in the front and back of the carriage, and the horses shuttle between them, and the spring dyes the green branches and the hearts of the busy crowd.

Dong Sihe carried large and small bags of cloth bags, busy distributing rations to the fleeing herdsmen on the side of the road, and signaled to follow the convoy while calling for queues.

The poor herdsmen who were reluctant to enter the city had been living with the grain distributed by the Chengping camp these days, and instinctively trusted Dong Sihe, who was smirking all day long, and was able to leave the ominous city in their eyes, as well as the grassland behind them, and they were willing to follow the convoy to the safe place that Dong Sihe said.

Chengping didn't have so much food, the granary in the camp was empty, and the city couldn't fit so many people, and the Huben military town was the last hope for this group of herdsmen without Tang nationality.

The premise is that he can get to the military town alive, Yun Zhao frowned and remembered the traces in the grassland and the explanation of the geese of the noble family, and silently added.