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The people who replaced the emerging forces of the Liao State were enough to take people's breath away in this era, and the old man on the throne had reached the twilight of his life, and a serious illness in the cold winter had brought him unimaginable damage. Dressed in a large flick of mink fur and brocade, he integrated his entire tall body into it, and under the high imperial steps, the subordinates and the core clan looked at it quietly at this time.

“..... When we entered the Liao Kingdom, there were a lot of good things, but a lot of them were destroyed, and this palace was still burning with fire when I came over. The hoarse and deep voice sounded in Wan Yan's throat, like a wolf waiting to prey.

"There are a lot of good things in Khitan...... Good things that we can't see in our lives in the deep mountains and old forests, like this throne. Even if you sell all the people of one of our tribes, you can't get a foothold, but now it's ours and belongs to the Jurchens....... This country is also Jurchen, but a lot of things are broken, just like this palace, it is rotten, but I am reluctant to use money to repair it, this winter we still have many people suffering under the ice and snow, this money has to be used on them, and a big mess outside is also needed...... And we're not going to make money."

The withered tree-like cheeks smiled self-deprecatingly, and then showed a distressed expression, glanced at the ministers below, and stepped off the throne. The tall and thin body stood in front of the steps, with his arms hanging down on his sides, standing at will, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression, "But the bloated country in the south is very rich, and I heard that their money is piled up in the palace, and even the palace door can't be closed..... I put pressure on the Wu Dynasty, put pressure on them, let them use the money to buy the rest of Yanyun's state city to subsidize our pockets, maybe some of you will laugh at me, an emperor who can only fight with people with weapons, how can he do business. ”

Stomping――

Stomping――

He raised his gray head and walked down the imperial steps step by step, ".... Twelve cities.... It seems that I am going to lose money, but don't forget, those are those that were beaten by the Jurchens, and if we can fight once, we can fight a second time. "The hand clenched into a fist in mid-air, ".... Tens of millions of dollars are equivalent to giving us for nothing. It's a pity that I've waited a long time, and my patience has worn out, and the winter outside may have passed, but the Jin Kingdom is still in the cold of winter......"

The lights burned quietly, the door of the hall opened, the cold wind whistled in, the flames swayed, and Wanyan Zongwang stood at the entrance of the hall.

Yanmen Pass, the north wind raging across the pass.

Hanging the banner of the Wu Dynasty on the wall battlements hunting in the wind, the huge school field behind the gate, the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty struggled to handle the weapons, the roar lifted into the sky, on the handsome platform in front, Huang Xin's figure walked back and forth on the high platform to patrol, occasionally sternly correcting the wrong movements of the soldiers.

In a certain room in the pass, Qin Ming took off the bandages wrapped around his body, stroked the mace on the weapon rack, and carried it to the empty space of the courtyard and danced, the snow under his feet had not completely melted.

"Father—"

When Wanyan Zongwang walked into the serious and deep palace, the old man was still talking, and then he knelt on one knee and clenched his fists, called politely, and listened to the old man's words quietly.

“...... But wolves don't need to hibernate, winter is still the world of our Jurchens, they don't bring it, it doesn't matter, then we will go over and take it ourselves. I fought out of the white mountains and black waters, swept the Liao country, defeated hundreds of thousands of people, I don't care if I go to the south and defeat hundreds of thousands more, there are countless good things there, there are good things you have never seen before, do you want them?"

At this moment, Wanyan Aguda looked at his son, "The sons and daughters of the Jurchens are almost ready, in this spring, the season of cultivation by the southerners, we will kill it-"

Zong Han looked at the tall blue wolf's father and was excited; Zong Bi clenched his fist and punched hard in the air, licking his scarlet lips; Zong Wang looked up, the figure of the old man crossed him and walked to the outside of the palace gate, the spring sun had risen, spread out, the field of vision expanded, the palace was crowded, dense guns and flags stood in the wind.

The strong wind blew through the school grounds, the flags were waving, the heavy breathing was floating, and the clouds were rolling.

Wanyan walked up the stone steps of the palace, the wind blew the corner of his leather jacket, and his arms stretched out to the sky, clenching his fists. Rumbling thunder rolled and exploded in the sky, and his voice sounded like thunder at this moment.

"Many of you think that we have just finished fighting the Khitans and occupied their country, so we should rest for a while and not be so tired....."

.......

In the south, further south, after the turmoil in the south of the Yangtze River, the dilapidated cities gradually repaired their wounds, the merchants from the north began to occupy the blank market with their goods, and the people who fled the war also returned to their hometowns and picked up hoes.

On the top of the light, the banner of the sun and the moon is waving in the wind, the wide roofless sedan chair is carried down the mountain by ten people's shoulders, a woman in red makeup twists a needle, embroidered with a needle and a thread of mandarin ducks playing in the water, occasionally she looks at others, "....Bai Ning killed an old monk? ridiculous....Why did he kill him, did you find out?"

Li Tianyan whispered two words, the woman on the sedan chair smiled, and her beautiful eyes flowed, "....Bodhidharma's body, it's no wonder that the severed limbs are reborn..... then let's go north, don't pay attention to the group of stinky Taoist priests in Lingyi Mountain..."

At the foot of Lingyi Mountain, there were several horses riding up the mountain, going to meet someone inside, "We are on the order of Cai Xiang today, and we have come to ask the Lingxu Daoist for immortal medicine." ”

The mountain gate above opened, and hundreds of people were busy coming and going, playing the martial arts of health preservation, and then, someone met them.

......

“...... Yes, we really don't need to be so tired, but I want to tell you here that when we conquered the Liao Kingdom, we also destroyed it with our hands, and we need a lot of money and people to repair it, so what should we do?

Below, countless people raised their arms, "Can't-"

"Since we don't ask for others, then we can only go over and rob them....to kill them, and let them ..... the best things, the most valuable things."

Wanyan Agu's voice paused, and then roared: "....Even their most beautiful women have been snatched up, and I will take you to the Wu Dynasty Jingshi to reach out and take it." ”

"Let them see who is the ruler of heaven and earth—"

"Let them see who is the wolf and who is the sheep—"

"Let them see, let them taste, how invincible the Jurchens are when they get together—"

The deep-set eye sockets, the cloudy eyes, at this moment, emitted a fierce light. The silver-white beard was shaking, and the high-pitched voice roared out at this moment: "Long live the Jurchens—"

Behind him, Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Lou Room, Wanyan Zonghan and other generals of the Jin Kingdom raised their arms and roared and swept the sky, and countless Jurchens on the school field raised their weapons and pointed directly at the sky, and the huge roar shook the earth.

"Long live the Jurchens!!!!"

.........

The whistling sound rushed into the sky, over the city, and in the south, in the warm Bianliang, the city gate was entering and exiting, and two tall monks with weapons were stopped and interrogated. In a huge palace courtyard, a silly girl was looking at the sun in the sky, smiling and waving to the sky. At the city gate on the east side, two carriages went to Yuncheng with a few servants, and there were many things they wanted to say to their father and mother in front of the tomb. On the path in the forest, there is a man who has never stopped carrying a small bamboo basket with some coarse tea and light rice in front of a certain tombstone, talking and eating breakfast. There was the cry of a child in the cold palace, and the man in the dragon robe coughed and lifted the child from the ground with a smile......

It was an ordinary morning, all kinds of people living all kinds of lives, and yet a great shadow was about to cover from the north.

.........

The clouds floated in the sky.

In the empty imperial city hall, the old man sat down weakly, and Wanyan Zongwang looked at him worriedly, "Father, your body has not recovered yet, let your sons do the martial arts." ”

The old man gasped for a while, his eyes with a fierce light closed and opened tiredly at the moment, looking at the lamps and candles burning in the palace, and the voice sounded between the two: "I am a longitudinal and horizontal, and I will fight for a lifetime." With the slave clansmen to lay this piece of heaven, I am their backbone, a big hero in their hearts, how can I ....."

"....How can you lie on the sickbed and die!" Wan Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and looked at Zong Wang, his son, "In the ice and snow, we have all been killed, I want to see how big this world is, what the south is like, and whether the sheep in the south are docile." ”

Wanyan Zongwang looked at the once iron-blooded wolf king, his eyes were moist and hot, and his throat was rolling with a sore throat, and said softly: "Father....'s plan, Zongwang knows....loot or children, you wait at home." ”

The old man waved his hand and patted Zong Wang's sobbing shoulder again, "The Wolf King....should not die in a warm nest, but die in the conquest." ”

Then he put on his wolf's coat and took a staff carved from wolf's bones, stood up, and walked out in a tall manner, stopping halfway through, turning back to his son with a kind smile.

"No, you have to keep up, we're going to start hunting. ”

These words are like the words of a young father to his young and ignorant son in the wilderness tribe. Over there, Wanyan Zongwang nodded, wiped the moist things from the corners of his eyes, and quickly followed behind his father.

Just like back then. (To be continued.) )