retaliate

Chapter 768
For these two nights, Yang Xuan slept alone.

In the middle of the night, a slight voice came from outside, "Lang Jun, the time has come."

Yang Xuan opened his eyes, "Got it."

Woke up, showered, and ate a dry biscuit with nothing added.

This is his breakfast.

Then he changed into a full set of official uniforms.

"We also need to sacrifice at home." He explained.

"Don't worry." Zhou Ning said: "The incense candles are all ready."

"Aye!"

When Yang Xuan turned his head, A Liang also changed into a serious little robe, looking very restrained.

Until he walked out of the house, Yang Xuan still remembered A Liang's appearance.

Cute and funny.

"Lang Jun!"

Han Ji and others waited outside the door.

"All ready?" Yang Xuan stood on the steps, looking at his subordinates.

This is the day he has been looking forward to for a long time.

Han Ji bowed, "Okay."

Yang Xuan did not ride a horse, but walked.

Liu Qing and others followed behind.

Cao Ying is also here, and this time he will wait until the sacrifice is over before going back.

"Old Cao!"

Liu Qing beckoned, Cao Ying stepped forward and walked side by side with him.

"Do you want to come to Tao County?"

Cao Ying shook her head, "Do as you please."

He is just a brick, and he still has the awareness.

Liu Qing smiled, "Alright."

Is the old man testing this old man?

Cao Ying felt like hell.

"I feel that I am a veteran, and suddenly I am taught a lesson by a newcomer, uncomfortable?" The old thief came up and made up the knife without showing any expression.

Cao Ying is not good at planning, but good at handling affairs, so after Han Ji arrived, he completely broke up with the profession of counselor.

Now in Chenzhou, with Lu Qiang at the top and Zhen Siwen at the bottom, Cao Ying's life is not easy.

"It's all for the great cause!" Cao Ying said lightly.

"My heart is sour!" The old thief had been ridiculed countless times by Cao Ying in the past, but now that he has the opportunity, there is no reason not to retaliate.

If it was Cao Ying in the past, when she heard this, she would immediately retort, but today he is silent.

Later, the old thief looked for an opportunity to go over and told Yang Xuan about Cao Ying's reaction.

"understood."

Cao Ying is a veteran, and he is loyal to him, which can be regarded as a cornerstone of his great cause.

But Cao Ying's shortcomings are also prominent, she is a bit narrow-minded, and she thinks too much of herself.

Liu Qing asked: "Did you leave him in Chenzhou on purpose?"

"Yeah!" Yang Xuan nodded, "There is Lu Qiang on the top, and there is Zhen Siwen who is not afraid of anything, and his life is not easy."

"Sharpening?"

Yang Xuan nodded, Liu Qing looked back at the silent Cao Ying, thinking that this person was lucky to meet the generous Zitai.

After the tempering, there is a rainbow!

Walking out of the alley, on both sides of the street, various households came out. There was a desk in front of the door with various incense burners on it.

A home can be without everything, but it cannot be without an incense burner.

The incense burner is like the guy who the ancestors ate.

I would rather starve to death than let my ancestors have nothing to eat.

This is the deep-rooted culture of the Central Plains.

"Meet the Deputy Envoy!"

The people saluted.

Yang Xuan nodded, feeling a sudden movement in his heart.

When they were in Xiaohe Village, Yang Ding and Wang's often talked about gods on weekdays, seemingly pious, but throughout the year, they really worshiped their ancestors.

The anniversary of Yeniang's death, the Hungry Ghost Festival, the big solar terms, and the New Year... are all dedicated to the ancestors.

Central Plains people believe in their ancestors rather than gods.

In other words, the belief of the Central Plains people is their ancestors.

Where are the ancestors?

The ancestors are on the mountain, in the tomb, on the tombstone, in the ancestral hall, on the tablet...

As long as the mountain is still there, as long as the tomb is still there, as long as the ancestral hall is still there, as long as the memorial tablet is still there...then, even if it is thousands of miles away, the soul is still thinking about the hometown.

This is the root of the Central Plains!

Where the roots lie, the cohesion of this nation lies.

When the root is gone, the heart will be scattered.

"A major event in a country lies in the Rong and the Sacrifice." Yang Xuan had never understood this sentence so deeply.

Paying attention to war can ensure the safety of homeland.

Emphasizing sacrifice can tie the hearts of the entire nation to this land.Wherever they go, they will never forget this land and their ancestors.

Cohesion!
Yang Xuan understood.

"These words are incisive!" Liu Qing's eyes lit up, "Zai Rong and Si, these words are sincere."

There was the sound of neat footsteps behind him.

Puff puff!
The earth seemed to tremble.

Rows of sergeants lined up neatly, with steady steps, followed behind Yang Xuan and the others.

The array was very long, the front followed Yang Xuan, and the ones behind were still waiting to set off in the school yard.

Outside the gate of Xuanxue Xinshan, Ning Yayun was waiting with a group of children.

"The deputy envoy is already on his way."

"The deputy envoy is coming soon."

Disciples keep passing on news.

Zhong Hui was a little dazed, "That kid, I still remember how he was when he entered the Imperial College, he was just a silly boy. I didn't expect that! In a blink of an eye, he became the master of Northern Xinjiang."

Who would have thought!
When she saw Yang Xuan, Ning Yayun said: "Everyone stands up."

Yang Xuan came over, "Are you ready?"

Ning Yayun nodded, "Everything is ready."

The professors stood on both sides, Yang Xuan walked in first, followed by Ning Yayun and others.

It's like the stars and the moon.

Countless soldiers lined up neatly and walked slowly to the mountain gate.

"Array!"

Jiang Cunzhong shouted.

puff!
Everyone stomped their feet vigorously, and the gate outside the mountain gate said in horror: "It's like the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking."

The array was silent.

The people who came to sacrifice stood on both sides, holding incense in their hands, waiting for the sacrifice to begin.

Yang Xuan has already arrived outside the Martyr's Shrine.

Xuanzhou Inspector Wei Tang was holding a memorial tablet and standing in the front left, facing Fengzhou Inspector Sun Ying, and below that was Chenzhou Sima Zhen Siwen.

Originally, Sima from various prefectures came to worship, but Wei Tang had offended Yang Xuan at the beginning, and was always worried about being put on small shoes, so he came in person.

And Sun Ying wanted to understand the current situation, and by the way, also express his opinion to Yang Xuan.The last time Cao Ying went, he decided to support Yang Xuan, but many times in the officialdom, verbal support was not enough, people got it.

It is only when people arrive that they appear serious.

So after receiving the order, he also came.

Only Chen Zhou honestly sent Zhen Siwen, as for Cao Ying, he stayed in Tao County for some reason.

Yang Xuan stood up and asked, "Is the hour here?"

Ning Yayun closed her eyes and pinched her fingers, "It's not too bad."

The sky is still hazy.

It's too early.

Yang Xuan stood up straight and waited quietly.

Behind him is Taoxian Wenwu.

On both sides, there are metaphysics professors and disciples. Today, they will hold the sacrificial ceremony.

Outside the mountain gate, countless soldiers stood neatly according to the battle formation.

The people on both sides were silent, occasionally coughing.

Even the wind stopped, and the branches and leaves of the street trees stretched out quietly.

Zhao Yong was in the formation. In the battle to break through Nangui City, he made a lot of meritorious deeds. As Shangguan said, if he accumulates more meritorious deeds, the next stop will be the Commander-in-Chief!

He knew that Shangguan's concern for him came from the deputy envoy's concern for him.

He can't do anything, he can only swear to himself that he will be the forerunner of the deputy envoy in this life, and death will not come soon!

A ray of dawn suddenly appeared from the east.

According to Tao County.

shines on the array.

The armor reflected the morning light, and the entire array was glowing. Looking at it, it seemed like an army of gods from the sky.

Yue Er came with Yue Sanshu. As for his son Yue Dashu, they were on the other side, and the school organized teachers and students to come.

"Aye, look!" Yue Sanshu pointed to the glowing array.

"Don't talk." Yue Er sipped lightly, and when he raised his head, he couldn't help being stunned.

Glowing army!
The people were whispering.

Looking at the eyes of the mountain gate, there is more awe.

That deputy envoy is amazing!
The first rays of dawn appeared.

Ning Yayun said at this moment: "Respect God!"

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, took the three sticks of incense, took a step forward, held the incense with both hands, approached his forehead, and bowed.

Loudly said:
"A major event in a country lies in the army and sacrifice. For many years, countless soldiers have defended the country and defended the border, and died in battle, which is admired by future generations. Xuan, the deputy envoy of the Northern Xinjiang Jiedu, prayed to heaven today..."

The surrounding area was very quiet, and Yang Xuan's voice could be heard all the way outside the mountain gate.

He bowed again, "Metaphysics built a martyr's shrine, a place of requiem for the loyal souls who died in the war in northern Xinjiang..."

Next, it should be a plea for God's mercy.

Yang Xuan raised his head, and the experience of the past battles suddenly appeared in his mind.

What is guarding northern Xinjiang?

gods?

The deputy envoy suddenly interrupted his prayer, and everyone was shocked.

Ning Yayun coughed dryly, reminding Yang Xuan to hurry up, otherwise the time will not match.

What the sacrifice is about is the connection between heaven and man, what time and what kind of celestial phenomenon, these all have to be calculated by Ning Yayun.Acting at the best of times can shock people.

In this way, sacrifices have value.

But Yang Xuan suddenly interrupted, what should we do next?
Ning Yayun frowned and glanced at Liu Qing.

Liu Qing shook his head, signaling not to disturb.

He believed that Yang Xuan must have his own considerations.

Yang Xuan was thinking about it.

What is ruling this land?

Is it a god?

If the gods rule, then why does this land suffer from wars and turmoil so frequently?
The soldiers and civilians outside also noticed something was wrong.

"Why did the deputy envoy stop?"

"This will offend the gods!"

Yue Er was also anxious, "If you offend the gods, disasters will come later!"

God is a judge in the hearts of countless people.

Whoever does good deeds expects blessings from the gods.Whoever does evil will worry about disasters from the gods.

Yang Xuan thought about it, and felt that this concept could be extended to the plot of Qingtian.The people are suffering, the people are tired, doing good things is unlucky, doing evil things but everything goes well...

People in the world feel that the world is unfair, so they hope that the gods will judge.

It's like hoping for a blue sky to appear in the same period.

But today's stability in northern Xinjiang does not come from the gods, but from thousands of people.It was they who worked hard and provided food and tools.

It is thousands of soldiers, they are not afraid of life and death, defending their homes and the country.

Who are the gods?

It's them!
There was a shock in Yang Xuan's mind.

Immediately sober.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Today, the soldiers and civilians in northern Xinjiang gathered outside the Martyrs' Shrine."

Han Ji winked, and one by one the little officials started relaying Yang Xuan's words.

In the end, a small official with a loud voice stood outside the mountain gate and shouted: "Today, the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang gathered outside the Martyr's Shrine."

"Northern Xinjiang has today, and it all depends on the hard work of the people."

The people outside were stunned.

This kind of sacrificial hall has always been managed by the superiors.The common people just go to the theater, and they don't even have the qualifications to go to the theater.Therefore, it is surprising that the people in the city are allowed to participate in the sacrifice today.At this moment, Yang Xuan's words are even more shocking.

An old man said: "This... Is this still our business?"

The little official shouted: "It all depends on the soldiers who sacrifice their lives!"

In the formation, countless soldiers suddenly raised their heads.

There is pride in the pair of determined eyes.

It is they who are defending this land and their homeland!
"Countless soldiers fought bloody battles and died for the country."

To the east, a smear of purple appeared, then was blocked by a dark cloud.

"This..." Yue Er glanced at it, thinking, this is a bad omen!

Many people also found out.

Whisper.

Ning Yayun also noticed it, and frowned slightly.

Yang Xuan didn't care, "Today, Yang Xuan, the deputy envoy of the Northern Xinjiang Jiedu, led the Northern Xinjiang civil and military forces. The soldiers and civilians of the Northern Xinjiang opened the Martyr's Shrine here to enshrine the souls of the heroes who died in the northern Xinjiang wars."

"It's dark clouds!"

Someone whispered.

Yang Xuan heard it.

He didn't move, but looked at Ning Yayun.

It's time for the next procedure.

But what about the gods?

Ning Yayun was a little confused.

Liu Qing was dumbfounded.

Outside, the little official finished speaking.

"Where are the gods?" Yue Er asked dully.

Yes!

What about the gods?
Countless people, even those soldiers were waiting for Yang Xuan's next words.

The little official who sent the message has gone back.

Which means, gone.

There is no spirit in prayer, what is this offering?
Outside, there was an uproar.

In front of the Martyr's Shrine, Ning Yayun said helplessly, "Enter the spiritual seat!"

Wei Tang went in with the tablet in his arms, and placed it on the tall desk under the guidance of the professor.

Then came Sun Ying.

Finally, Zhen Siwen.

Xuanzhou.

Fengzhou.

Chen Zhou.

The tablets of the soldiers who died in the battle of the three states are placed on the table.

Ning Yayun personally handed a tablet to Yang Xuan, "Zitai."

Yang Xuan took the tablet and glanced at the sky, it was still dim... The morning light was obscured by dark clouds.

Could it be that God is not satisfied with my words?

Yang Xuan inevitably murmured in his heart.

He went in holding the tablet and placed it at the front.

Then, incense.

Those soldiers who risked their lives, those blurred faces in the past, are now extremely clear.

Those resolute faces, or faces of fear, or faces of despair...

Without exception, they all fell on the journey to defend northern Xinjiang.

Their flesh and blood were exchanged for today's peace in northern Xinjiang.

In the so-called prosperous age, there must be countless people who bleed and die for it.

To forget them is to forget the benefactor.

It means forgetting to be brave and to forget one's own roots.

In Chang'an, in the pear garden, the false emperor is having fun.

Chang'an, those dignitaries are having fun.

The world, the tyrants are having fun.

They have forgotten the advice left by their ancestors.

The major events of a country are between the soldiers and the priests!

The point is not to forget the loyal soul! ! !
Yang Xuan slowly walked out of the Martyr's Shrine.

Looking at the dark clouds in the east, he stretched out his arms, raised his head and shouted:
"The soul is back, bless my country!"

Liu Qing and the others stretched out their arms and looked up at the sky.

"The soul is back, bless my country!"

Outside, Nan He knelt down on one knee.

The vast array got down on one knee.

Looking up at the sky, as if looking at those comrades who died in battle.

shout:

"The soul is back, bless my country!"

Countless people are shouting:
"The soul is back, bless my country!"

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly shook.

A ray of purple pierced the dark clouds and shot straight at the Martyrs' Shrine.

It shone on Yang Xuan who was standing outside the Martyr's Shrine, with his hands outstretched, looking up at the sky.

Ning Yayun was shocked, "This..."

Yang Xuan shouted, "The soul is back, bless my country!"

Outside, the huge array followed its commander and shouted:
"The soul is back, bless my country!"

The huge sound wave shook the sky and the earth.

The world seemed to be crashing.

The purple light was like a torrent, easily destroying the dark cloud and throwing the light forward.

Everyone looked at Yang Xuan, who was bathed in the purple air, and felt horrified.

He didn't mention the gods in a sentence, but the heavens and the earth responded to him step by step.

The metaphysician turned his head and looked to the east.

In the east, the red sun slowly rises.

Its way is bright!

(End of this chapter)