The Maodi tribe and the other generals of Wei's southern royal court were captured, except for Xu Meng's mansion, and there was no place in the world who could know so quickly. He rushed into the city with the iron cavalry, and then became thinner, burned, killed and plundered. Fortunately, when Lu Yuanjian was about to attack the city, he had already sent most of the people in Wei's southern part out of the city and fled to the north, and never ended up being cut off and being wiped out. However, even so, there were no living things in the city. Apart from those old people who were unwilling to leave, there were still ordinary people who had not yet been able to withdraw, and the cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs in their families were killed by the iron cavalry who rushed into the city. After this battle, the only thing left was the wind.

Someone once joked that the land in the Great Yuan realm was vast and sparsely populated. Perhaps besides the wind, only those cattle, sheep and dogs were barking. It was common for them to travel a hundred miles without seeing people. Now, a prophecy came true. There was only the sound of wind like ghost crying, with more than a hundred dead heads. Blood flowed along the city's moat canal outside the courtyard. I wonder how scarlet the clear water ditch was dyed.

This move was caused by the resentment of the people of Maodi tribe who personally wore the throne to defend the city. In front of many people from the Yuan Dynasty, many people in the Yuan tribe cursed their commanders by words, or they could not capture them for a long time, and countless iron cavalry died under the city gate, attacking the weak with strong but never gained much benefit. This was because of the evil deeds of the city massacre. However, even so, the thin scholar under the commander under the commander flag did not stop him. Instead, he watched coldly from beginning to end. Until the massacre was over, he called all the commanders and generals who led their troops to massacre the city and killed them one by one to warn others.

The news came to Xu Meng's mansion, and no one else's hand was delivered to Yan Qiye.

Today, there was nothing wrong with Xu Meng's mansion. Yan Qiye called the lay Buddhist who escaped to have a tea together, but he did not talk. Instead, he sat in the pavilion in the back mountain to avoid the summer heat. The two of them were the same, both of them talked silently, and they were all talking about trivial matters that had nothing to do with the world or practice. They were also very comfortable. The literati with red sores on his forehead also had a peaceful tone. He had a hearty conversation with Yan Qiye, which felt a bit like a happy host.

When the sky is in the three or three days, it is probably the most difficult to bear. No matter where you are, you can't hide from the scorching sun and the rolling heat in the sky. The scorching heat waves seem to be tangible and pressing down on your body. Not to mention that the back mountain cloth is very low, and there is no cool breeze on the pavilion, and the heat waves are also flying into the air. Instead, it makes it even more difficult to keep here because of the lack of obstruction.

However, Xu Meng's mansion is the earth after all. When the maids and servants at the top and bottom had not yet woken up, they were already preparing their own ice. Half of them fell into the pond next to the pavilion in the back mountain, and half were placed around the rocks. They pulled up a 45-meter-wide and narrow sun-shading bulb to support them, and attached ink-colored gauze on it. Then they soaked melons and fruits in the well for a night to put them in front of them. Then they took the Qiliangjing water to water the entire pavilion several times. In this way, the earth that was supposed to be hit by the heat wave also added two or three parts of shade. Not to mention that there were several women around them holding puppet feathers or carrying light silk fans, and they kept fanning for a while. No one felt comfortable here.

As for why they never took advantage of the shady game here, they both knew each other, so they just chatted.

When the dead soldier submitted the letter thread to Yan Qiye, the literati hesitated. When he was about to say goodbye and leave, he was stopped by Yan Qiye and handed the letter forward, and grinned, "Why, once you were bitten by a snake, you have been afraid of the ropes for ten years? No matter what, the Xu Meng Mansion can have today's power, it's up to you to lose your infinite energy and rack your brains to fully think, so that you can have the current growth scene. Last time it was just a whim. How could you delay today's work because of yesterday's work? It's better to take a look first."

After all, he had a profound cultivation level. Even if the literati wanted to refuse, how could he be able to refuse? Yan Qiye just pushed the letter with one hand, and it was already hanging in front of the literati. The latter had to smile helplessly. However, when he opened the letter, his eyebrows were already frowning. He just walked a few short words. The scholar looked at the incense stick of time, his face was gloomy and sunny. In the end, he breathed a long time, leaning on the rattan chair behind him, and kept silent.

Even if the things written in the letter were done by the lay Buddhists of the Fai'an over the years, they were definitely not considered gentlemen. After seeing this letter, it was still difficult for a long time to calm down. After seeing Yan Qiye, who was acting as usual and drinking tea, frowned tightly.

"In Xu Meng's mansion, there are not many scholars who can see the general trend clearly and can fuel the fire. You can count one. The scholar who is in charge of the conquest and is full of military strategies. The two of them can be regarded as the right-hand man for many years. In your opinion, the massacre of the city is probably quite a harm to the world, but in my opinion, it is not a major event, and it can hardly cause a big uproar."

Seeing through the thoughts of the literati, Yan Qiye spoke first, looked at the scholar who was getting redder on his forehead in front of him, and could even be called a little indifferent. He hit the table, waved everyone away, and said slowly word by word.

As Yan Qiye saw, the scholar who was very good at attacking troops was always ill. Not to mention that he had hidden his edge for a long time, he probably almost had oil dryness. However, even though his body was like an ant dam, his body was weakened for a day, but he had never made any mistakes in his mind. It was the city-slaughtering act that seemed to be extremely evil in others. Perhaps Yan Qiye's thoughts were the most similar to the scholar's thoughts.

First of all, there were not many scholars who could make a spoiled literature. Even if there were some, most of them were guests of the honor among the major tribes. Even if the mediocre talents who had never been valued, even if they were willing to speak for Wei's southern part, the news would not be seen. After all, except for those who were still struggling to resist Xu Meng's mansion and most of the people under him, there were not many families left. Including the main tent, the number of five indexes could not be exceeded. Therefore, even if the massacre of the city was really done, as long as the Dayuan mansion was still firmly held by the Xu Meng's mansion in the end, even if it was to avoid the sayings of the world, the massacre of the city could still be erased completely. Xu Meng's mansion would not cause a tide in this day.

As for the second, the most brilliant thing about the scholar's move is that he takes retreat as an advance, and he has not stopped him on the surface. Instead, he has used such means of killing the chicken and warning the monkey after finishing his work. Even if the soldiers and men in various departments will generally feel dissatisfied, after this method, these positions will definitely be the men who have already tried to kill the Red Army. Recalling the methods of Xu Meng's mansion, this method can be known to him and therefore to commit crimes. This way, it can not only reduce the strength of the tribes of the Dayuan tribes to control these soldiers, but also make these men who have been conscripted and killed for a while will regain awe.

With such a method, in another year or two, I am afraid that these men from various departments will change their flags and banners, which is not a dream.

The lay Buddhists of the Ei'an always listened to Yan Qiye's talk quietly. In the end, the old man was a little surprised and said that the scholar was really proud. If he was his own, he could not think of any better way, and his expression became more and more depressed.

"Have the Lord of the Mansion ever thought that the crime of killing in this world is too serious, and sometimes it is not that it can be criticized by the people of the world. The massacre of the city is really too cruel, how can it be like this?"

Yan Qiye stopped smiling and looked at the literati in front of him, but he was not angry. Instead, he pointed at his face, "I am very late in martial arts talent. When I was driven down the mountain by my master, I was transferred to several immortals, but because of my poor cultivation, I was beaten and scolded by many people. At that time, there was still a fairy sect in Weinan. Among them, the sect leader and the disciples in the mountains did not know that I used to be a target stand for practicing boxing several times. I was soaked in the water for several days and nights. My skin and flesh were almost peeled off, but I was offered the gods by Weinan. At that time, why didn't someone come out to say something? Doing things like this hurts the world."

"I was a cultivator at the beginning. Although I was not talented, I was particularly kind-hearted and often helped the people. I never asked for any blessings. But I was forced to be raped by the immortal sect. When I was looking for the door, I heard that I had already offered the nobles who were full of ointment in most of the people who were unwilling to be humiliated and committed suicide. The reason was the simplest. However, the powerful people at the foot of the mountain had never tasted the taste of cultivators on the mountain. So I spent money to recruit power and hired several practitioners of a high level to force them to plunder them."

"At that time, no one would say to me, whether there is power or not is actually important."

"In order to put this whole Dayuan in my pocket, I don't know how much effort I have lost. If I can calm my mind, I may not be able to find the supreme martial arts. To gain power and to achieve extremely high realm, I can't remember how many cruel things I have done that are so angry that people resent. Only with these two words in hand, I will not have the thought of being extremely angry but helpless back then. Not to mention slaughtering a southern royal court, even if the entire Dayuan is cleared out, I will not hesitate."

"After getting along for a long time, it seems that you have forgotten what kind of person I am, not a kind old man, but an old evil ghost who is crawling out of water and fire. I wish I could eat other people's flesh and blood to hold back my evil thoughts. For someone like me who is like an old evil ghost, I have never thought about resentment and resentment one day. What else can I do in the world? I can't do?"

From beginning to end, Yan Qiye's face never showed any anger, but now after hearing this, the literati had no heat and heat on his body, leaving only the cold and cold air. After staring at Yan Qiye, who was still calm, stood up and bowed respectfully, and never said anything more.
Chapter completed!