On the land of Chenzhou, war horses are galloping.
Those long past events were mentioned by visitors, and the family members were shocked and found it incredible.
"Can you still...can you still accept offerings?"
An old man held his young grandson and looked at the two sergeants in surprise.
"Yes!" the sergeant said, "The envoy will lead the officials of Chenzhou to worship at the Martyrs' Shrine every year."
"Well, maybe I can go there later?"
"able!"
"That's good!" the old man said happily: "I'm just worried that my second brother will go to the Martyrs' Shrine and there will be no one to worship him on weekdays, so he will be hungry!"
The sergeant said: "Don't worry, old man. The Martyrs' Shrine is located inside Xuanxue. Every day, Xuanxue people burn incense and recite scriptures."
"Metaphysics...what is that?" The old man was stunned.
"It's the Imperial College in Chang'an. Do you know the Imperial College? That's what His Majesty uses."
"What? Your Majesty uses metaphysics to worship the second child? Don't you dare, don't you dare!"
"Now that metaphysics is in our Chenzhou, we can rest assured!"
"Thank you very much!"
The old man salutes.
The sergeant asked: "Where is your son's tomb? I will go and visit him later."
The old man said: "No!"
"No more?"
"After the war that year, a sergeant sent me a pension, saying that my second brother was trampled to death by a random horse when he rushed to kill me, and he couldn't be found!"
The sergeant said solemnly, "That's a hero."
The old man turned around, "But I called him back."
"Called back?"
"When I got the news, I cried for two days. On the third day, I thought that my second son had no place to live, so I invited the gentleman from the village and called my second son's name. I called him back all night long."
"Where?"
"Inside."
The two sergeants followed the old man into the ancestral hall.
As soon as you enter, you can see several tablets.
The old man pointed to a tablet and said, "The second child is inside."
The two sergeants knelt down on one knee.
"Sergeant Chenzhou Army, Chen Yan."
"Sergeant Chenzhou Army, Ma Wen."
"Come here as ordered!"
"In September of the eighth year of the Qian Dynasty, the envoy Yang Xuan ordered Xuanxue to build the Zhongmartie Temple, which was completed today. The envoy ordered the heroes to be summoned into the temple to be worshiped by the soldiers and civilians of Chenzhou."
"Brother Lin, please follow me!"
The old man held his grandson's hand and watched the two of them walk out.
"Erlang!"
The old man was reluctant to give up and then smiled again.
The grandson asked: "Aweng, where has my second uncle gone?"
The old man said: "Your second uncle has become a god!"
"Becoming a god?"
"right!"
"Aweng, then...who will worship the second uncle?"
"Datang!"
…
One by one the envoys rushed back to Lin'an.
In the Chungyeolsa Shrine, professors and their disciples were reciting sutras to attract souls.
Envoys came in one by one, were greeted by professors, and then burned three pillars of incense.
More and more messengers came back, and the incense became more and more prosperous.
"The envoy is here."
Yang Xuan came with Chenzhou officials.
Groups of sergeants led the way, surrounded by silent people on both sides.
"What a huge battle!" said an old man.
"Well! I hope that those loyal souls will be able to rest in peace."
The sergeants wore bright armor and lined up on both sides holding long guns.
There was a passage in the middle, and Yang Xuan walked in through this passage.
There was a faint sound of chanting scriptures inside.
The sound gradually grew louder.
Someone saw what was going on inside from the front and said, "Your Majesty is kneeling down!"
Everyone was moved.
"It's worth it to have such honor after death!" said a man.
"yes!"
"I will join the army when I get back!" said a young man.
Next to him was probably his father, who slapped him on the back of the head and said, "How can it be so easy to join the army? If you don't do it, you will die!"
The boy covered the back of his head and protested: "They can die, why can't I?"
"I don't want to leave!"
While they were arguing, someone exclaimed, "The king is offering incense!"
"If you burn incense, burn incense, so what, hey!"
Yang Xuan stood opposite the memorial tablet, picked up three sticks of incense in both hands, and walked forward.
Raise your hand and put three sticks of incense into the ashes.
The hand just left.
puff!
A gust of wind whipped up suddenly, picking up the fireworks and rushing straight up.
When everyone saw this spectacle, they couldn't help but raise their heads.
The incense was rolled into a column of smoke and shot straight into the sky above the mountain gate.
The people outside couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh my God!"
"This is... this is a manifestation!"
Outside the mountain gate, people knelt down.
Yang Xuan looked up at the smoke column, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.
On the other side, Han Ji smiled: "Well done."
Cao Ying nodded, "You're welcome."
The old thief said: "Is this arranged?"
Cao Ying said: "With so many people, how can we cope with Lang Jun's hard work if we don't make some noise? Lao Huang and the others took action together, and that's how we created this battle."
The old thief clicked his tongue, "I'm afraid this scene will become more and more popular among the people."
Han Ji said: "That's good. Lang Jun's classmate is called Bao Dong. It is said that he has a sharp tongue. Let him spread the news."
While talking, Lin Feibao came back.
"Good job!" Cao Ying praised.
Lin Feibao shook his head.
"I'm not waiting."
Han Ji gasped and looked at Cao Ying, "Old Cao, why are you shaking?"
"Huh?" Cao Ying came to her senses, "Your hand."
Han Ji lowered his head and found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Damn it! What sign is this?"
Cao Ying's eyelids were twitching wildly, and she said in disbelief: "It couldn't have been done by someone else, right? Ning Yayun?"
Lin Feibao shook his head, "I was on the side before, no one can hide it from me!"
This is extremely confident!
But, no one doesn’t believe it!
Cao Ying sniffed, "Destiny!"
…
After Yang Xuan finished offering incense, he turned around and faced the mountain gate, his body tall and straight.
The people outside were prostrate on the ground.
Han Ji's heart trembled, and a thought swirled in his heart.
"This scene..."
It looks familiar!
He accidentally saw Cao Ying burst into tears, "Old Cao, you..."
"The wind blew it!" Cao Ying wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "This incense is too powerful!"
"Yes!" Han Ji said: "Look at these people, at this moment, Lang Jun's words can drive them to go through fire and water.
Look at those sergeants, I bet that if Lang Jun pulls out his sword and points it wherever it goes, they will rush to kill him!"
When Yang Xuan walked out, he was quite surprised to see people kneeling on the ground outside.
"Mr. Lang, the people's hearts are attached to you." Cao Ying couldn't hide her excitement.
"The most important thing for the country is to sacrifice it to the army." Yang Xuan said: "This is a frontier fortress. The enemy is on the side, and it is difficult to calm people's hearts. Only things like this can calm people's hearts."
"This reminds me of Chang'an." Cao Ying said sarcastically: "Those nobles in Chang'an, even if they are offering sacrifices to the gods, they are probably full of glory and wealth!"
"But they have been rich for generations." Han Ji sneered: "On the contrary, those who work hard have been poor for generations."
The attitude of these two old ghosts today is a bit extreme!
"Everything in this world has its own gains and losses!" Yang Xuan felt like a philosopher, explaining to two somewhat extreme subordinates, "No one can tell what will be used to repay today's wealth tomorrow. You
Do you still remember those noble people from the previous dynasty?"
The two nodded.
Yang Xuan said: "When the Chen Kingdom fell, the world was in chaos. Someone who was interested climbed up and shouted, and the farmers dropped their hoes, picked up their swords and guns, formed a large army, and swept the world.
Those ants who were despised by the powerful have become the rulers of the world.
In those decades, how many powerful people died at the hands of rebels?
Wherever they passed, no chickens or dogs were left behind.
Someone had a wick inserted into their belly and burned with fat, day and night.
Some people were thrown into a cauldron and boiled to become military rations.
All men died, women were ravaged...
Therefore, as a person, don’t be too greedy. Don’t think too highly of yourself.
Don't regard yourself as a god and the world as ants.
It should be noted that the way of heaven is reincarnated, and it is impossible to say that it will be overturned one day."
"Yes!" Han Ji nodded, "There were so many powerful and powerful gentry in the Chen Kingdom, but by the time the Tang Dynasty was founded, there were very few left."
Cao Ying said: "But one family with five surnames has survived alone for many years."
Aren't you competing with the leader?
Han Ji glanced at Cao Ying and felt that Lao Cao was a little distracted.
Cao Ying also discovered her mistake and laughed a few times.
"It's not that I won't report it, the time has not yet come."
Yang Xuan mounted his horse and was surrounded by people as he drove away.
"This is quite insightful, but it's hard to say!" Cao Ying said: "I don't believe in any retribution from ghosts and gods. If there is retribution, why do those who have done so many bad things become rich and prosperous from generation to generation?"
"This is very true." Han Ji was also lawless.
The two looked at each other and felt a tacit understanding arise spontaneously.
Cao Ying's words reminded Yang Xuan of the Tang Dynasty in another world.
The leader of the Salt Gang who failed in the imperial examination led the rebels to conquer Chang'an with unstoppable force.
"The inner treasury was burned to ashes, and the public's bones were trampled on in the street!"
What kind of emperor, what kind of aristocratic family members, eventually fell into the sword.
"These two lines of poetry are so murderous!" Helian Yance came up immediately, a little confused, "Does Mr. Lang have murderous intentions in his heart?"
Yang Xuan shook his head, "It just came out casually."
Jiang He'er said: "How can you just say famous sentences casually?"
"I can do it!"
Yang Xuan was in a good mood. Seeing Jiang He'er's depressed look, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Poems are just for entertainment."
"Then, Mr. Master, can you say a few more murderous verses?" Jiang Heer tilted his head and asked, "I want to practice swordsmanship, but the momentum is not enough. If there are verses with murderous intent, it will be beneficial to me every time I think about it."
"This..." Yang Xuan said, "Let's wait until later!"
He spurred his horse and rushed out.
Lin Feibao followed closely, and heard Yang Xuan chant softly, "When autumn comes on September 8th, I will bloom and kill hundreds of flowers. The incense array will penetrate Chang'an, and the city will be filled with golden armor!"
This poem is simple.
But the overbearing murderous aura was shocking.
Lin Feibao thought of honoring the emperor.
Your Majesty died unjustly. Lang Jun is holding a grudge. He will kill all those rebellious ministers and traitors as soon as Chang'an is captured!
"good!"
Lin Feibao couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Zhang Xu discovered the beauty of this poem from another angle, "The city is full of golden armor, Commander!"
Lin Feibao nodded, "Lang Jun's subordinates should naturally wear golden armor."
Back at Zhoushe, Wang Laoer said: "Mr. Lang, I'm going to watch a sideshow."
"Go for it!"
Wang Laoer handed the horse to the guard and ran away in a flash.
Yang Xuan glanced at Liang Huahua on the wooden shelf and asked, "Have you checked it?"
The old thief nodded, "I checked, no problem."
"That's good."
After returning to Zhouli, Yang Xuan arranged some things and then set off for Taoxian.
…
When Yang Xuan arrived in Taoxian County, he happened to encounter an autumn rain.
The rain in late autumn was falling sparsely and non-stop, and the sky seemed to be splashed with ink, with heavy ink and understatement at the same time.
The county seat of Taoxian County is located in this landscape painting. The sergeant at the head of the city still stood upright in the rain, his eyes bright.
Hundreds of horses came galloping towards them, and started to slow down after being about a hundred paces away.
"Stop!"
After rejecting the horse, a sergeant shouted.
Yang Xuan dismounted and lifted his bamboo hat a little higher, "Chen Zhou Yang Xuan."
"I've met Mr. Yang!"
Yang Xuan led the horse into the city.
The shops on both sides of the street were open, and the merchants had their hands in their sleeves, standing lazily behind the counter, with their upper bodies lying on the counter, either talking casually to the clerks, chatting about business with fellow travelers, or
All kinds of boring naps...
Pedestrians walked slowly along the sides of the street, hiding under the eaves. Occasionally, some people stood under the eaves and cursed loudly at the terrible weather.
There were also people standing under the eaves with their hands behind their hands, reciting poems they had just composed.
"Mr. Lang, I'm hungry!" Wang Laoer always said when he was hungry.
"There's food there."
Yang Xuan was not in a hurry for this trip. Seeing that it was still early, he looked for a wine shop.
The restaurant was half full of customers, both men and women.
The people of the Tang Dynasty were heroic and it was common for women to travel together with men.
When Yang Xuan entered the wine shop, Wu Da stepped forward and helped him untie his raincoat and bamboo hat.
Yang Xuan shook his body and found an empty seat.
"Let the brothers eat some solid food."
There were too many people accompanying us, so we had to wait outside.
"It's said that Mr. Huang fell ill."
"Yes! I haven't seen him for several days."
The two men were talking in low voices.
In order to calm people's hearts, even Huang Chunhui had to show up every now and then. Just like when Liu Qing yelled and cursed loudly in the prefecture, the more fierce the curse, the more at ease the people felt.
Liu Qing was the backbone of Chenzhou back then, and Huang Chunhui was not only the backbone but also the patron saint of Northern Xinjiang in the hearts of the soldiers and civilians in Northern Xinjiang.
If he falls ill, the morale of the people in northern Xinjiang will be in chaos.
"Huang Xianggong's body and bones can be considered to be able to survive. After all these years, he looked sickly at first, but he is still sickly now."
"This is for us to endure it!"
"yes!"
"Why did you fall ill?" Yang Xuan asked.
The man glanced at him and said, "I said he was angry."
Angry?
Can't?
In Yang Xuan's impression, Huang Chunhui is a person who is indifferent to emotions and anger. To be honest, it is really impossible for ordinary people to make him angry if he is such a person.
"The guest's cake."
The waiter brought Yang Xuan's food, and he ate it slowly while thinking about it.
"If my husband can't hold on, I'm afraid he will become an official."
Several women were well dressed and probably came here to have a party and drink. They were also talking about this at the moment.
A woman with narrowed eyes said: "If my husband is to become an official, Deputy Ambassador Liao will take over, right?"
"Mostly."
"Some people say that Chang'an is unwilling and wants to install a new military envoy."
"No matter who comes, I will only trust people from Northern Xinjiang."
"That's who it was last time, Xu Guogong Zhang Chumao! He came to Northern Xinjiang proudly. He looked mighty, but he was defeated by the Liao people. Such a person dared to spy on the position of Jiedushi, how shameless!"
Zhang Chumao's reputation is considered bad in Northern Xinjiang.
"Deputy Commander Liao is not young yet, but I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for a few more years."
"Deputy Ambassador Liao, are you okay?"
"What's the matter? Carrying the horse's beam is majestic, but walking is getting slower and slower."
As people age, years of damage gradually accumulates, and body functions deteriorate, so they will falter.
"If Deputy Ambassador Liao cannot hold on for a few more years, who will take charge of our northern Xinjiang?"
"I haven't heard much about the latter..."
"Hey! Mr. Yang from Chenzhou!" the narrow-eyed woman said excitedly, "He is a versatile man in both civil and military affairs. Even my husband praised him!"
When did Huang Chunhui praise me?
Yang Xuan was speechless.
"Yang Shijun? You are just a little younger!"
"You are still afraid of being young when you are capable?"
"He destroyed two of the three major tribes. If such a young man can take charge of Northern Xinjiang, why should we be afraid of Northern Liao?"
"If Yang Shijun takes charge of Northern Xinjiang, he can stay for at least two or thirty years, right? Then what should we worry about?" Seeing Yang Xuan's handsomeness with squinted eyes, he raised his eyebrows and asked: "Young man, don't you think so?"
"
Yang Xuan smiled awkwardly.
Someone opened the door curtain and walked in.
He's a petty official.
The cold wind also came with it.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the little official.
The clerk's eyes turned around and finally found Yang Xuan.
salute.
"I have met Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang, please go."
He narrowed his eyes and stared in shock, "You, you..."
Yang Xuan stood up and smiled slightly at her, "My lord, Yang Xuan, thank you for your compliment."
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Thanks to the leader of "Copycat Chef" for the reward.