The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 289, the whole city is full of golden armor
"If the memory of the past human soul is expanded, will it affect the main body?" Li Wei pondered while sending the spiritual veins aside.

"No, it's just an echo of a piece of past memory. At least this piece of his past memory won't overwhelm the present owner's memory and personality. There is too little left of him." Mei shook her head.

That is, if there are enough leftovers.

That will also affect the current life of the original owner.

The echoes of past memories can affect the present.

If it is affected enough by past memories, is 'I' still 'I'?

At this time, Huang Chao has escaped into the dreamland, reunited with his past self.

The power of the dream extended, and Li Weixin felt it, and escaped into the dream together.

Belonging to Huang Chao, a residual dream from his previous life.

When Huang Chao faced the reverberating illusion of the past, his face showed a little confusion.

It was like a dream, pulling him into the memory of the past.

All the past and all the past are presented before the eyes.

Li Wei and Mei entered the realm of dreams.

The bustling streets are unprecedentedly prosperous, and some pedestrians on the street are dressed in Hufu, Ruqun, topless attire, and men disguised as women, which shows the openness of the atmosphere.

And there is probably only one feudal dynasty in history that was so open.

"Tang Shi."

Mei's clothes were changed into men's clothes, and her long hair was also tied up, which did not mean to be sassy.

At this time, Miss Mei said softly: "It's been a long time since I recalled this era."

Li Wei looked at Miss Mei in front of him, his eyes were a little dazed.

So lovely.
In the dream, the body shape can be changed at will, and Li Wei changed his clothes into Tang Dynasty clothes, men's beauties, chic Taoists.

echo each other.

The surrounding scene turned into a bustling street, and in front of Huang Chao's eyes, there also appeared a scholar with a thin face and staring straight ahead.

The scholar looked at the academy in front of him, took up his pen and left a word, and then left gracefully.

When autumn comes on September [-]th, when my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.

The incense soars through Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

——Huang Chao.

The short poem is domineering.

The scholar's name is taboo, but Huang Chao.

"This poem was written in my previous life. Huangchao? My previous life was the Huangchao of the Huangchao Rebellion?"

Even Huang Chao couldn't believe it.

The person in front of him has many wrinkles on his face and looks a bit dark.

It is Huang Chao.

Yes. My previous life? !

However, Huang Chao, who failed the imperial examination, did not find out the anti-poetry. In other words, people did not think that this scholar from other places would take any practical action when mentioning this poem.

It's just an aggrieved loser in the imperial examination. I don't know how many people there are every year. If they all care about it, how can Chang'an still work?
Just like what the people who read the anti-shou poem thought at the time, Huang Chao didn't really have an objection back then, it was just that his resentment towards reality made him vent.

He is still a man of life at heart. He returned to his hometown and started his ancestors' business to engage in the private salt trade, abandoning the past 20 years of hard study.

Although the private salt trade is doing well, it is ridiculed from time to time, and 20 years of time wasted in studying.

Regarding this, Huang Chao was speechless, because it was indeed the case, but his resentment towards the Tang Dynasty was growing day by day.

Until one year when floods and droughts occurred frequently, his fate was changed.

That year, there was no harvest of autumn grain, but Emperor Yizong of Tang collected taxes with the policy of "continuously employing troops and increasing taxes". All states and counties dared not report the disaster situation, and continued to apportion taxes, and the people were destitute.

Chang'an is still peaceful with singing and dancing, while other places are already in dire straits, with various riots emerging one after another.

That year, the people couldn't even afford to eat food, let alone salt, so private salt dealers revolted repeatedly.

The imperial court was dishonest and the people were in dire straits. Under such a name, a group of salt dealers and refugees rebelled and rebelled.

Hearing that one of his colleagues raised troops against the Tang Dynasty, Huang Chao laughed that the opportunity had come.

"Hahahaha, Datang, here is my chance to take revenge on you! After so many years, I finally got this chance. For the sake of your official position, I have studied hard for 20 years without any reward. No one reads the words, everyone looks down on me.”

Huang Chao looked at the way of the world, but said with gritted teeth.

Huang Chao, who dedicated 20 years of youth and only rewarded his failure, is still brooding over the events of the year, and all the ridicule he has endured over the years has been blamed on Datang's blind examiners.

My poetry, calligraphy and painting, clerical martial arts, which one is not good?It's not just because of a bad background that the position has been given to the noble children of the aristocratic family.

Now that the people are in dire straits, and the salt cannot be sold, for him, this is the new and old hatred that lies with the Tang Dynasty.

In that year, Huang Chao, who was 55 years old at the time, sold all his family property, responded to the call of Wang Xianzhi, the "general of Tianbu average", and called the Cao army for an uprising.

The previous 20 years of reading made Huang Chao's various abilities and knowledge far surpass that of others, and the experience of reading all kinds of books in the early days is effective at this moment.

He quickly emerged in the grass army and became the leader of the army. The degree of riots became bigger and bigger, and the grass army became stronger and stronger.

And the way the imperial court dealt with this group of grass troops was also a conspiracy.

Xu Yi Wang Xianzhi used his official position, but Huang Chao, the number two person in the Cao army, ignored those who failed the imperial examination back then.

Datang officials are still very attractive, whether it is to Huang Chao or Wang Xianzhi, the leader of the rebel army.

"Second brother, calm down. This is Datang's attempt to sow dissension from us. We are here to argue and disagree, which is what they want to achieve." Wang Xianzhi pondered lightly.

Huang Chao lost his usual calm.

"You also know that the other party is the method of two peaches to kill scholars, then you should respond immediately and refuse to surrender to Tang, instead of arguing with someone here."

"Second brother, calm down. I didn't refuse, but I was mediating with Tang, not agreeing to them."

"Nonsense, you are clearly looking for an opportunity to surrender to Datang." Huang Chao forced him in the camp: "Brother, if you don't reject Datang today, then this and that can only say one thing, the way is different, and we will not conspire with each other."

"Please give a certain answer the next day."

Speaking of which, Huang Chao left the camp gracefully, letting Wang Xianzhi inside go mad.

And when Huang Chao returned to his tent, he smashed it up angrily.

However, the reason is——Da Tang, why didn't he recruit himself and promise to be an official?Obviously he is the military adviser of the grass army.

It's me. Still not worthy?
In the end, Wang Xianzhi refused to surrender to Tang, and died in battle two years later, and the rebel army led by Huang Chao began to attack.

Famous since history, the Huangchao Rebellion.

(End of this chapter)