retaliate

Chapter 545
On the land of Chenzhou, war horses were galloping.

Those long past events were mentioned by the visitors, and the family members were stunned and found it inconceivable.

"Can... still accept offerings?"

An old man took his little grandson by the hand and looked at the two sergeants in surprise.

"Yes!" said the sergeant, "Every year, the envoy will lead the officials of Chenzhou to sacrifice at the Martyr's Shrine."

"Then, can I go later?"

"can!"

"That's good!" The old man said happily: "I'm worried that my second child will go to the Martyrs' Shrine, and there will be no one to worship on weekdays, so he will be hungry!"

The sergeant said: "Old man, don't worry. The Martyrs' Shrine is located inside Xuanxue, and people from Xuanxue burn incense and recite scriptures every day."

"Metaphysics... what is that?" The old man was stunned.

"It's the Imperial College in Chang'an, does the Imperial College know? That's for His Majesty."

"What? The metaphysics used by His Majesty to enshrine the second child? Don't dare, dare not!"

"Now Metaphysics is in our Chenzhou, don't worry, ah!"

"Then thank you very much!"

The old man saluted.

The sergeant asked, "Where is your son's tomb? I'll go get it later."

The old man said: "No!"

"Gone?"

"After the war that year, a sergeant sent a pension, saying that the second child was the one who charged ahead and was trampled to death by disorderly horses. He couldn't find him!"

The sergeant said solemnly, "That's a hero."

The old man turned around, "But the old man called him back."

"Called back?"

"When the old man got the news, he cried for two days. On the third day, he thought that the second child was lost, so he invited the gentleman from the village. He called the second child's name for a whole night, and then he called back."

"where?"

"inside."

Two sergeants followed the old man into the ancestral hall.

Once inside, you can see several memorial tablets.

The old man pointed to a tablet and said, "The second child is inside."

The two sergeants knelt on one knee.

"Sergeant of the Chenzhou Army, Chen Yan."

"Sergeant of the Chenzhou Army, Ma Wen."

"I was ordered to come!"

"In September of the eighth year of Daqian, Envoy Yang Xuanling Xuanxue built the Martyr's Shrine, which was completed today. The envoy summoned the souls of heroes to enter the temple and be enshrined by the soldiers and civilians of Chenzhou."

"Brother Lin, please follow me!"

The old man took his grandson by the hand and watched the two go out.

"Jiro!"

The old man was reluctant, and then smiled again.

The grandson asked, "Ah Weng, where did Second Uncle go?"

The old man said: "Your second uncle has become a god!"

"Have you become a god?"

"Correct!"

"Ah Weng, then...then who will enshrine Second Uncle?"

"Datang!"

……

One by one, the envoys rushed back to Lin'an.

In the Martyrs' Shrine, the professors and their disciples were reciting scriptures to attract souls.

Envoys came in one by one, received by the professor, and then burned three pillars of incense.

More and more envoys came back, and the incense became more and more prosperous.

"Your Majesty is here."

Yang Xuan came with officials from Chenzhou.

Teams of sergeants cleared the way ahead, flanked by silent civilians.

"What a big battle!" said an old man.

"Well! Let the emperor sacrifice, those loyal souls can rest in peace if they think about it."

The sergeants were clearly armored and lined up on both sides with spears.

There was a passage in the middle, and Yang Xuan walked in through this passage.

The sound of chanting scriptures came faintly from inside.

The voice gradually became louder.

Someone saw the situation inside from the front and said, "Your Majesty has knelt down!"

The crowd was moved.

"It's worth it to have such honor after death!" said a man.

"Yes!"

"I'll join the army when I turn back!" said a young man.

Beside him was probably his father, who slapped him on the back of the head, "Joining the army, how can it be so easy to follow? If you don't do it well, you will die!"

The boy held the back of his head and protested: "They can all die, why can't I?"

"I don't want to give up!"

While arguing, someone exclaimed, "I have made you incense!"

"When you burn the incense, you burn the incense, so what, hey!"

Yang Xuan stood facing the memorial tablet, picked up three sticks of incense with both hands, and walked forward.

Raise your hand and insert three sticks of incense into the ashes.

Hands just left.

puff!
A gust of wind rolled up suddenly, rolled up those fireworks, and rushed straight up.

When everyone saw such a spectacle, they couldn't help but look up.

The incense was rolled into a column of smoke, which shot straight into the sky above the mountain gate.

The people outside couldn't help exclaiming in unison.

"Oh my God!"

"This is... this is a manifestation!"

Outside the mountain gate, everyone fell to their knees.

Yang Xuan looked up at the smoke column, folded his hands together, and prayed silently.

On the other side, Han Ji smiled: "Good job."

Cao Ying nodded, "You're welcome."

The old thief said, "Is this arranged?"

Cao Ying said: "There are so many people, how can I be worthy of Lang Jun's hard work if I don't make some noise? Lao Huang and the others fought together, and that's how they made such a battle."

The old thief clicked his tongue, "I'm afraid this scene will be spread more and more magically by the common people."

Han Ji said: "That's not bad. Mr. Lang's classmate is Bao Dong. It is said that he has a sharp tongue. Let him spread the word."

While talking, Lin Feibao came back.

"Good job!" Cao Ying praised.

Lin Feibao shook his head.

"It's not me waiting."

Han Ji panted and looked at Cao Ying, "Old Cao, what 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's the sign?"

Cao Ying's eyelids were twitching wildly, and she said in disbelief, "Isn't someone else doing it? Ning Yayun?"

Lin Feibao shook his head, "I was by the side before, no one can hide from me!"

This is extremely confident!

However, no one does not believe it!

Cao Ying sniffed, "Destiny!"

……

After Yang Xuan finished offering incense, he turned to face the mountain gate with a tall and straight figure.

The people outside prostrated themselves on the ground.

Han Ji's heart trembled, and a thought circled in his mind.

"This scene..."

It looks familiar!
He accidentally saw tears in Cao Ying's eyes, "Old Cao, you..."

"The wind blows!" Cao Ying wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "This incense is too prosperous!"

"That's right!" Han Ji said, "Look at these common people, a word from Mr. Lang can drive them to hell.

Look at those sergeants, the old man dares to bet that if Lang Jun pulls out the long knife, they will charge there to kill wherever the long knife is pointed! "

When Yang Xuan came out, he was quite surprised to see people kneeling outside.

"Your Majesty, the hearts of the people are attached." Cao Ying couldn't hide her excitement.

"The important affairs of the country are enshrined in Rong." Yang Xuan said: "This is a frontier fortress, with a big enemy on its side, and people's hearts are hard to settle. We can only use these things to calm people's hearts."

"This reminds me of Chang'an." Cao Ying said sarcastically, "Those noble people in Chang'an, even if they sacrifice to the gods, are probably full of glory and wealth!"

"But they have been rich and honored for generations." Han Ji sneered, "On the contrary, those who work hard are poor for generations."

The attitude of these two old ghosts today is a bit extreme!
"In the affairs of the world, what is gained is bound to be lost!" Yang Xuan felt like a philosopher, explaining to two somewhat extreme subordinates, "Today's wealth, what will be used to repay tomorrow, no one can tell. You Do you still remember those nobles from the previous dynasty?"

The two nodded.

Yang Xuan said: "When the Chen Kingdom fell, the world was in chaos. Someone with a heart climbed up and called out, and those farmers threw down their hoes, took up their knives and guns, formed an army, and swept the world.

Those ants who were despised by the rich and powerful have become the masters of the world.

In those decades, how many dignitaries died at the hands of the rebels?
Wherever they go, chickens and dogs will not stay.

Someone's belly was plugged with a wick and burned with fat, day and night.

Someone was thrown into a cauldron and boiled to become military rations.

Men are all killed, women are ravaged...

Therefore, as a human being, don't be too greedy.Don't think too highly of yourself.

Don't regard yourself as a god and the people of the world as ants.

It should be noted that the way of heaven favors reincarnation, and it is impossible to say, it will be overturned one day. "

"That's right!" Han Ji nodded, "There are so many rich and powerful gentry in Chen, there will be very few left when the Tang Dynasty is established."

Cao Ying said: "But the five surnames of the family have survived alone for many years."

Are you competing with the leader?

Han Ji took a look at Cao Ying, and felt that Lao Cao was a little flustered.

Cao Ying also discovered her mistake and laughed a few times.

"It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come."

Yang Xuan got on his horse and was surrounded by people and went away.

"These words are incisive, but it's hard to say!" Cao Ying said, "I don't believe in the retribution of ghosts and gods. If there is retribution, why are those who commit evil deeds rich for generations?"

"That's true." Han Ji was also lawless.

The two looked at each other, feeling a kind of tacit understanding spontaneously.

Cao Ying's words reminded Yang Xuan of Tang in another world.

The leader of the Yan Gang who failed the imperial examination led the rebels all the way to break through Chang'an.

"The inner treasury was burnt to splendor ashes, and the Tianjie was trampled to the bone!"

What kind of emperor, what kind of aristocratic family, and finally became a ghost under the knife.

"These two poems are so murderous!" Helian Yance came up immediately, a little puzzled, "Do you have murderous intentions in your heart?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, "Just said it casually."

Jiang He'er said: "How can you make a famous sentence casually?"

"I can!"

Yang Xuan was in a good mood, seeing Jiang He'er's gloomy face, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Poetry is just for entertainment."

"Maybe Mr. Lang will say some more murderous words?" Jiang He'er tilted his head and asked, "I want to practice swordsmanship, but the momentum is not enough. If there are murderous poems, I think it will be beneficial every time I read them."

"This..." Yang Xuan said, "Let's wait for later!"

He rode his horse and rushed out.

Lin Feibao followed closely, and heard Yang Xuan reciting softly, "When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The fragrance of the sky will penetrate Chang'an, and the city will be full of golden armor!"

This poem is simple.

But the domineering murderous aura was shocking.

Lin Feibao thought of honoring the emperor.

Your Majesty's death is wronged, the Lord is holding a grudge, and he just waited to break through Chang'an, and then he will kill all those rebellious officials and thieves!
"it is good!"

Lin Feibao couldn't help applauding loudly.

Zhang Xu discovered the beauty of this poem from another angle, "The city is full of golden armour, Commander!"

Lin Feibao nodded, "Mr. Lang's subordinates should naturally wear golden armor."

Back in the state, Wang Lao Er said, "Your Majesty, I'm going to watch a juggling show."

"Go!"

Wang Laoer handed over the horse to the guards, and ran away in a hurry.

Yang Xuan glanced at Liang Huahua on the wooden shelf, and asked, "Have you checked?"

The old thief nodded, "I checked, no problem."

"That's good."

Back in the state, Yang Xuan arranged some things, and then set off for Tao County.

……

When Yang Xuan arrived in Tao County, it happened to encounter an autumn rain.

The rain in late autumn was sparse and non-stop, and the sky seemed to be splashed with ink, with heavy ink and color while understatement.

Taoxian County is in this landscape painting, and the sergeant at the head of the city is still standing upright in the rain, with piercing eyes.

Hundreds of riders came at a gallop, and they began to slow down after more than a hundred steps.

"Stop!"

After rejecting the horse, a sergeant shouted.

Yang Xuan got off his horse and raised his bamboo hat, "Chenzhou Yang Xuan."

"Meet Mr. Yang!"

Yang Xuan led the horse into the city.

The shops on both sides of the street were open, and the merchants stood lazily behind the counter with their hands in their cuffs, with their upper body lying on the counter, talking casually with the clerk, or chatting with colleagues who dropped by the door about business, or Boring naps in every possible way...

Pedestrians leaned against the sides of the street, hiding under the eaves and walking slowly. Occasionally, some people stood under the eaves and cursed loudly for this ghostly weather.

There were also people standing under the eaves with their hands behind their backs, reciting poems they had just composed.

"Lang Jun, I'm hungry!" Wang Laoer always said when he was hungry.

"There's food there."

Yang Xuan was not in a hurry on this trip, seeing that it was still early, he found a wine shop.

Half of the customers in the restaurant were seated, both men and women.

The folk customs of the Tang Dynasty are heroic, women and men travel together, and it is very common to travel together.

When Yang Xuan entered the restaurant, Wu Da stepped forward and helped him untie his coir raincoat and bamboo hat.

Yang Xuan shook his body and found an empty seat.

"Let the brothers eat some dry food."

There are too many people accompanying us, so we can only wait outside.

"It is said that Mr. Huang fell ill."

"Yeah! I haven't seen you for several days."

Two men were talking in low voices.

In order to calm people's hearts, even Huang Chunhui had to show his face every now and then.Just like when Liu Qing yelled and cursed loudly in the prefecture, the more fierce the scolding, the more at ease the people will feel.

Liu Qing was the mainstay of Chenzhou back then, and Huang Chunhui was not only the mainstay in the hearts of soldiers and civilians in Northern Xinjiang, but also the patron saint of Northern Xinjiang.

If he fell ill, the morale of the people in northern Xinjiang would be chaotic.

"Huang Xianggong's bones can be considered to be able to endure. After all these years, he looked sick at the beginning, and he is still sick now."

"This is for us to suffer!"

"Yes!"

"Why did you fall ill?" Yang Xuan asked.

The man glanced at him, "Said he was angry."

angry?

Can't you?
In Yang Xuan's impression, Huang Chunhui was a person who couldn't express his emotions or anger. To be honest, it's really impossible for ordinary people to anger him.

"Guest officer's pancake."

The clerk brought Yang Xuan's meal, and he ate slowly while thinking about it.

"If Xianggong can't hold on, I'm afraid he will become an official."

Several women were well dressed, presumably they were here for a party to drink.I'm talking about this right now.

A squint-eyed woman said: "If Xianggong is to be appointed as an official, Deputy Envoy Liao will take over, right?"

"Mostly."

"Some people say that Chang'an is unwilling and wants to install a new Jiedu envoy."

"Whoever comes, I only trust people from northern Xinjiang."

"That's who it was last time, Xu Guogong and Zhang Chumao! He came to Beijiang triumphantly and looked mighty, but was defeated by the Liao people. Such a person dares to spy on the position of Jiedushi, shameless!"

Zhang Chumao's reputation is considered bad in northern Xinjiang.

"Deputy Envoy Liao is not too young, so I'm afraid he won't be able to last for a few years."

"Deputy Liao, are you okay?"

"What are you doing? Carrying a majestic majesty, but walking is getting slower and slower."

When a person reaches old age, years of damage gradually accumulate, coupled with the deterioration of body functions, so they will falter.

"If Deputy Envoy Liao can't last for a few years, who will be in charge of our northern border?"

"The ones behind... don't seem to have heard much."

"Hey! Mr. Yang from Chenzhou!" The squint-eyed woman said excitedly, "That's an all-round talent in both civil and military affairs, even the husband-in-law praises him!"

When did Huang Chunhui praise me?
Yang Xuan was speechless.

"Mr. Yang? You're just younger!"

"Are you afraid of being young if you are capable?"

"Three major ministries were wiped out by him and two major ministries were wiped out. If such a young man can take charge of Northern Xinjiang, why should we be afraid of Northern Liao?"

"If Yang Shijun is in charge of Beijiang, let's say he can stay for two or 30 years? Then what are we worried about?" Squinting his eyes and seeing Yang Xuanjun's beauty, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Young man, don't you think so?"

Yang Xuan smiled awkwardly.

Someone lifted the curtain and walked in.

It's a petty official.

The cold wind also followed.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the little official.

The little official turned his gaze, and finally found Yang Xuan.

salute.

"I have met Mr. Yang. Mr. Xiang, please go ahead."

With squinted eyes and dumbfounded, "You, you..."

Yang Xuan got up and smiled at her, "I'm Yang Xuan, thanks for your praise."

……

Thanks to the leader of "Shanzhai Chef" for the reward.

(End of this chapter)