The unrecovered Tang State

Author: Li Ju Yu Wu Zhi

The unrecovered Tang State

Tang State, Nancheng.

Since the Taoist and Buddhist sects of Xiling were completely eliminated from the Tang Dynasty, the vitality of this place seems to have been seriously damaged, and it is far less peaceful than before.

Instead, the entire city felt desolate and desolate.

It seems that the inaction of the South Gate of Haotian Dao during that period was infinitely magnified in the eyes of the people, causing them to lose confidence in the capital.

And those believers who no longer have the two faiths of Buddhism and Taoism are idle all day long and don’t know how to fill the emptiness in their hearts.

"Auntie, Brother Xiaochuan, why haven't you seen anyone for a long time?" A man with a dark face and a turban on his head was squatting in front of a tofu stall and asked a passing aunt.

"Ah, you are still here at such a late hour!" The aunt was a little surprised. It was already dark, but the two brothers still didn't open the stall.

"Well, I'm afraid my boy is a loser. Since the Buddhist temple was demolished, he has been obsessed with gambling houses and brothels all day long. He doesn't know how to go home even if he stays in Xicheng."

"He took a lot of money from home, but he almost destroyed it all!"

"I just came back from there, and I can't pull him away at all."

"Oh, let's not mention it! It's hard for you to do business, weighing two cents of tofu." The aunt put the money into the money basket on the side and shook her head with a look of hatred on her face.

"Thank you, aunt. Come, take it!" The man skillfully cut the tofu into pieces and put it in a paper bag and handed it to the aunt.

"I really envy you two brothers! Although you don't make much money, you have a good job and won't starve to death. Who is like my family? I really don't know how to survive these days..."

The aunt left sadly with the vegetable basket in hand and disappeared into the night. The man in front of the tofu stall suddenly became serious with his innocent smile.

"Let's record it. The degree of ruin in Nancheng may be even worse than General Han thought." The person next to him skillfully pulled out a pen and paper from under the tofu stall and began to write under the dim oil lamp.

Han Ye had just returned from Langya Bang World and was walking on Zhuque Street.

In addition to signing a contract with Lin Shu, Han Ye also purchased some magical medicinal materials from the world over there, and went to a country called Dayu to loot all the treasures there.

Zhuque Street was deserted at night, with lanterns lit on both sides. It was almost New Year, and the red-orange light made this road feel particularly warm.

A burly man in a cloak walked over from across Suzaku Street.

He lowered his head, his stubbled face hidden in the darkness of his cloak, and passed by Han Ye.

Han Ye stopped.

"Knowing your destiny? I wonder who you are, but you are still wandering around this street in the middle of the night." Han Ye's words sounded, and the black cloak suddenly stopped.

A cold wind blew across the street, and the fires in the surrounding lanterns suddenly went out.

Suddenly a strong wind blew in front of Han Ye's nose!

What followed was a fist wrapped in majestic blood.

Han Ye casually dodged sideways, only to see the fierce fist turn into a palm and move towards Han Ye's eyes quickly.

"Oh, martial arts?"

A streak of blood-colored energy passed over the tip of Han Ye's nose, leaving deep marks on the wall behind him.

"Really quick response."

In the darkness, the sound of fists and kicks fighting resounded on the street, and the figures of the two men were vaguely reflected on the city wall in the explosion of energy from heaven and earth.

‘Bang!’ came the sound of a giant impact, followed by the sound of gravel falling to the ground.

The lanterns on both sides of Zhuque Street seemed to have received some kind of energy and lit up again.

The man in a black cloak was embedded in the city wall at this time, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Mingzong Kung Fu? He is still a strong martial artist..." Han Ye probably guessed the identity of this person.

"Ahem, when did the Tang Dynasty have such a master like you? He actually practices the same kind of skills, ahem." The cloak fell to the ground, and a man wearing armor and stomach pulled himself out from the city wall.

"Xiahou, or Xu Shi's sect?" Han Ye asked.

"I'm afraid you are the one who should make it clear. We, the Tang Kingdom, do not welcome strangers from the Demon Sect!" The black cloak was thrown out by the burly man. The cloak opened like darkness, making Han Ye lose sight of the man's figure.

The next moment, an angry shout came from Han Ye's head. The burly man jumped into the sky and punched Han Ye wildly. The bloody fist shadows shining like stars fell on the ground, creating countless deep pits.

For a time, rocks and smoke filled the street with loud noises.

"Where are the people?" After landing, the burly man found that there was no figure of Han Ye in the deep pit. He looked around cautiously.

"I said that you, walking in a black robe, obviously don't want others to notice your whereabouts."

"A fight broke out and they completely ignored what was going on here."

The burly man turned around and found Han Ye standing behind him, yawning sleepily.

"who are you!?"

"Lin Ling hasn't sent you news for a long time. He doesn't even know who I am."

"Ah, that's right. Others are in prison, how can I report to you?" Han Ye's understatement fell on the burly man's ears, causing his complexion to change.

"No wonder I lost contact with all the people in the city. It turned out that they were imprisoned, but why?" the burly man thought in confusion.

"Since your Excellency knows this, you must be a member of our Tang Dynasty. Xiahou has just offended me!"

After Xia Hou finished speaking, he hugged Han Ye and apologized. Han Ye waved his hand.

"Can you tell me the reason why they are imprisoned?"

"I caught it."

A moment of silence spread between the two of them.

"Why?" Xiahou's voice became a little deeper.

From the end of Suzaku Street, there was the sound of military armor moving, and the light of groups of torches gradually shone towards this direction.

"Let's go to my house and talk. I won't be able to explain it clearly for a while."

Han Ye waved his hand, and the tattered walls and ground of Zhuque Street were restored to their original appearance. Xiahou's pupils shrank when he saw this.

The running army in the distance came closer and closer. Xiahou glanced at Han Ye who was flying into the distance, and could only pick up his cloak and follow helplessly.

Tiance Mansion.

Butler Li Fuzheng stood in front of the door and waited respectfully.

"Master, you are back." Seeing Han Ye falling from the sky, Li Fu hurriedly stepped forward.

"What? Is there something going on in the house?" Han Ye asked.

"The orphans in the city that the master asked me to take in have been arranged to live in the backyard warehouse."

"Yeah." Han Ye nodded to show that he understood.

"Anything else?"

"The government doesn't have enough money," the housekeeper added.

"How many days have it been?" Han Ye's eyes were full of confusion.

"My master took away most of it from here, saying he was going to build a new Imperial Prefect's Mansion."

Han Ye touched his nose in embarrassment when he heard this. It was his own fault, so it's okay.

Han Ye took out one-tenth of the Yu Kingdom's treasure and placed it in the warehouse.

"Go and check for acceptance. I've put all the money in the warehouse." Li Fu knew his master's methods, so he didn't bother much, bowed and left.

"Tiance Mansion...? You are actually the newly appointed general of the Tang Dynasty?" Xia Hou's somewhat surprised voice came from behind Han Ye.

Han Ye looked back at Xia Hou and motioned for him to follow him into the house.

"Ho ho ho!"

It was already night, and the military training ground still echoed with the shouts of the soldiers fighting.

Han Ye set up a talisman array around the martial arts arena to prevent the atmosphere and sound from leaking out.

When the sergeants saw Han Ye strolling into the arena, they all stopped moving.

"I've met General Han! I've met General Xia!"

"You go on, don't worry about us." Han Ye was not surprised that these sergeants recognized Xia Hou. After all, they were all carefully selected by Li Zhongyi, and they should be very familiar with the people in the Tang Dynasty court.

Han Ye waved his hand, and the fighting started again. A soldier was standing aside respectfully, holding a stack of papers in his hand, as if he wanted to report something to Han Ye.

Xia Hou looked at the field with a face full of disbelief.

"How dare you hide more than 300 Demon Sect soldiers in the mansion!?"
Chapter completed!