retaliate

Chapter 92 Guard
Received a notice: The title of "Above Chang'an" may be a little troublesome, so change the title.There is a high probability that the name will be changed, and a new title has been prepared: "Retribution".If everyone sees "Retribution" on the bookshelf, don't think it is a hard-pressed book, it is the original "Chang'an Above".

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The afternoon of the third day.

In the camp, the general Hut ordered: "Get some dried meat and make soup, and send it to Mr. and the others."

"Yes."

The subordinates responded.

The four of Yang Xuan got two tents, and at this moment they had just sorted out the inside.

The general smiled and shook hands.

Yang Xuan smiled and bowed his hands.

But the old thief is also habitually wanting to surrender.

"Old thief!"

The old thief's hand went up and turned into scratching his head.

"Your mother-in-law almost killed us." Yang Xuan smiled.

The old thief rolled his eyes, his back wet with sweat.

After he was afraid, he asked himself the doubts of the past few days, "How does Lang Jun see that there is something wrong with Huote's son?"

Yi Niang is also very curious.

Yang Xuan said with a smile: "There are only two possibilities for a man to ask for fortune-telling for his woman. One is that he is worried about his wife stealing someone, but the Vacher Department is said to be not very particular about this, so why should Hult ask for such a thing?"

The old thief was curious, "What about the second?"

Yang Xuan said lightly: "Children."

When the old thief thought about it, it was true, "When Langjun said he solved it, the old man was worried, but now it seems that the old man is not as good as Langjun."

"Men only care about two things about women: whether they put a hat on him or not and why they don't lay eggs." The green light flashed, as if he was happy.

On the fifth day, they saw the royal court.

Huazhuo, the leader of Vashe, called himself a Khan, and even the station became the so-called royal court.

The royal court can see wooden houses, but more of them are tents.

A group of cavalry came on horseback.

Holt said: "This is a capable person who can touch the bones."

So they were able to go in.

The Khan's tent is very large, and Holt can only see it.

"I'm just looking for a place where the gods reside, and I don't dare to disturb the Khan." Yang Xuan was very humble.

Holt smiled and said: "Don't worry, Khan likes all kinds of talents the most, I will arrange it here, and I should be able to see Khan tomorrow."

The four were placed about a hundred paces away from the Khan's tent.

There are still two tents.

"Are you sure Langjun?" The old thief was obviously a little guilty.

"You don't need to worry about this, you should worry about whether you will be exposed." Yang Xuan said lightly.

Yi Niang said softly, "If it is revealed, Lang Jun will run away and leave this old thief there."

The old thief smiled wryly.

There is a sacrifice in front of you.

The three sticks of incense were inserted, and the man in the blue shirt kowtowed toward the south.

"What does this person worship?" The old thief was a little curious.

A man passed by and kicked a stick of incense contemptuously.

The man in the blue shirt raised his head and said angrily, "Bitch dog slave!"

He jumped up suddenly, his eyes red and scary.

The man turned around and ran away, but the man in the blue shirt didn't catch up, so he came back and lit three incense sticks again.

Yang Xuan walked over, waited for him to kowtow, and asked, "Is Langjun from the Tang Dynasty?"

The man in the blue shirt turned around and covered his face with his sleeves, "Ashamed, that's right."

"What about the plaque?"

Who do you worship without a tablet?
The man in the green shirt said softly: "The dignified Tang man serves the barbarians. I have no face to see my ancestors, so I can only kowtow in the direction of Tang."

"Shame on the ancestors." The man in the blue shirt knelt down and kowtowed again, choking, "Go back next year when you make money."

From the beginning of the state of Chen, the Central Plains have been known for their splendid culture, and every Central Plains person is ashamed to serve the barbarians.

"Ancestor..."

Yang Xuan thought that every year in the village every household would worship their ancestors. That was the grandest day of the year. Even poor families would try their best to get some good sacrificial items to comfort their ancestors.

No one can explain this kind of feeling clearly, you are wrong to say it is Ru Mu, the ancestors have been gone for many years.

It's impossible to say that you don't have feelings, but this kind of feeling is unclear, unclear...

The man in the blue shirt clasped his hands and spoke in a low voice to the south.

"...The ancestors are in the spirit of heaven..."

Boom!

Yang Xuan seemed to hear a thunderbolt.

It dawned on him.

"I see."

The old thief asked, "What did Lang Jun think of?"

"Meat!" Wang Lao Er was very obedient these days, but at the moment there was no one around, so he couldn't help it.

Yang Xuan shook his head.

He got it.

In the hearts of everyone in the Central Plains, the ancestors have been watching them since their immortals.The ancestors exist in the sky, in the ancestral hall, in the tomb, in every corner of the home...

"It turns out that the ancestors are the gods I waited for."

Under the gaze of their ancestors, each generation of Central Plains people will forge ahead, occasionally slack and raise their heads, as if to see the kindness of their ancestors turned into anger.

After the fall of the Chen State, Northern Liao once entered the Central Plains.

Those who fled, would rather bring less family wealth and one thing.

Ancestral tablet.

The people guard the ancestral tablets, so what should the superiors guard?
Yang Xuan seemed to see countless ancestral tablets flying up, forming a line of words in the air...

--Do unto others, do not impose on others.

--Little children.

——Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.The terrain is kun, and the gentleman carries things with great virtue.

"What is Lang Jun thinking?" Yi Niang asked.

Yang Xuan said: "Thinking about what to protect."

"what?"

"Guard those cultures."

The culture passed down from generation to generation constitutes the soul of this Central Plains.The soul is immortal, and the Central Plains are immortal!

Yang Xuan thought of the history of another world seen in the scroll.That Central Plains has been trampled by aliens many times, and has been on the verge of extinction many times.But every time they get back on their feet and stand proud.

What do they rely on?
Yang Xuan looked at the sky, "It's the soul of the nation!"

Hot hurried over and said happily, "Go see Khan tomorrow morning."

Everyone went to bed early that night.

On the second day, Yang Xuan and the old thief were going to see Khan Huazhuo.

He walked out of the tent and turned around, "Relax."

Yi Niang smiled and said, "Nu An is at ease!"

Seeing Yang Xuan and the old thief being taken over, Yi Niang entered the tent.

She knelt on the bed and prayed sincerely.

Wang Lao Er asked curiously, "What are you asking for, Yi Niang?"

Yi Niang put her hands together, "I'm praying to the gods to protect Lang Jun."

Wang Lao Er scratched his head, "Does it work?"

"Sincerity is spirit."

Wang Lao Er knelt down, "Then I beg too."

There was silence in the tent, except for soft prayers.

Huazhuo is having breakfast in the tent.

As a Khan, his breakfast is rich.

Two pieces of the fattest roast lamb, milk wine, cheese...

Using a knife to cut a piece of mutton into his mouth, Hua Zhuo took a sip of milk wine and stroked his beard.

"Who's outside?"

A guard went out and took a look.

"Khan, it's the gentleman who touched the bones yesterday."

Hua Zhuo nodded noncommittally, and several guards came in, followed by Yang Xuan.

"Have seen Khan."

Hua Zhuo glanced at it, put down the knife, and there was more teasing in his narrow eyes, "Ben Khan has lived for many years, and he has seen countless liars. Someone once said that he learned how to look after the Central Plains people, so he took a look at Ben Khan." , what did you say that Ben Khan will die without a place to bury him 20 years later, and that person was trampled to death by the people of Ben Khan with his horses, what about the two of you?"

He picked up the knife, "How do you want to die?"

Sure enough, the living superiors are not good people!
The old thief always felt that he was well-informed, but at this moment he realized that what he saw was only the superior person in the tomb.

Several guards drew their swords and waited for Hua Zhuo's order.

Murder abruptly.

"Dare to ask Khan..." The old thief's back was hot, but he looked calmly, "How many years are left?"

"It's less than two years." Hua Zhuo said calmly: "But my Vasya tribe is at its most powerful now. How can I hope that Ben Khan's life can be seen through?"

The old thief almost wanted to roll his eyes when he suddenly laughed.

"Khan, I'm just touching my bones, but I'm the opposite of Wang Qi."

God is so right!
Yang Xuan really wanted to roll his eyes.

But he immediately said, "I'm not here to feel my bones, but to find the whereabouts of the gods and pray."

Ben Khan is self-indulgent?Hua Zhuo glanced at the guard, and the guard nodded, indicating that it was true.

"The more you drag, the more women will stick to you." Suzaku hasn't driven for a few days, and looks a little ready to move today.

Yang Xuan cupped his hands, "The villain bids farewell."

Hua Zhuo coughed dryly, "Wait."

Yang Xuan was stunned, "Is there an order from Khan?"

Hua Zhuo picked up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, "I have nothing to do today, give Ben Khan a touch."

"Khan, Nayin's men beat our men."

Someone was shouting outside the tent.

Hua Zhuo's face was cold, "Go away!"

Yang Xuan helped the old thief come forward.

The old thief groped and touched Hua Zhuo's hand.

He also rubbed it.

Immediately it's a bone.

The old thief touched it very seriously.

Hua Zhuo had never been touched by a man like this before, and he felt uncomfortable for a while.When the old thief stretched his hand to his chest, he couldn't help but back away, "Why are you touching here?"

The old thief was able to touch it easily, and after hearing the words, he said, "It's natural to touch more of the nobles."

He retracted his hand and started pinching his fingers.

After some tossing, the old thief backed away.

"Khan's bones are of the highest quality."

Yang Xuan pointed and counted, "What life?"

"Riding the wind and breaking the waves... I missed my life."

Yang Xuan frowned, "There will be times when you ride the wind and waves, and hang the sails straight to help the sea!"

"Huh!" Hua Zhuo wanted to scold, but after hearing these two poems, he couldn't help asking, "Whose poem?"

Yang Xuan said calmly: "This is an instruction from the gods."

He pinched his fingers, then raised his head, and said solemnly: "When spring returns, Baihua is in time. When people take advantage of their strength, it is the time for express..."

"Khan's great career has turned a lot, and it needs Khan's firm will. However, Khan is afraid that he will have a catastrophe next year. If he doesn't resolve it... That's all, the villain is talking nonsense, but it is just a pattern of riding the wind and waves. Be careful of Zhurong's disaster. Let it be... today's small population is fast, and please Khan be careful."

"What kind of disaster?"

"Fire."

Yang Xuan bowed his hands, "Farewell."

He helped the old thief back, and Hua Zhuo asked, "Don't want to be paid?"

Yang Xuan smiled, "I'm just waiting for the forgiveness of the gods, and I don't dare to ask for any reward."

The four then left.

That night, the royal court caught fire, destroying dozens of tents.

"Who did it?"

Hua Zhuo's face was cold.

"Khan, still looking."

Hua Zhuo suddenly felt a little movement in his heart, "Ben Khan asked people to follow those four people... and get them back for questioning."

In the middle of the night, the guards who followed Yang Xuan and others came back.

"The four of them have been there all the time, and they came out to worship God at night, very pious."

Hua Zhuo's face was cloudy and uncertain, "Are you sure?"

The guard nodded, "The villain looked at the four people worshipping God, none of them are bad."

Hua Zhuo took a deep breath, his face pale, "Bring it back... No! Please come back, immediately!"

Inside a tent in the royal court, a man in a blue shirt held a piece of gold and said happily, "We can go home as soon as the wind blows over."

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Update early, no more tonight.

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