Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 372 The water in Jiuquan is strong, it can strengthen the courage of heroes!

Li Daoxuan flew back to Xuandu Temple on a cloud and broke through to the late Yinshen stage. He found that his resistance to dragon energy had also increased a lot, and he did not consume as much mana as before.

When passing by the sky above Chang'an, his eyes were fixed.

Because the originally spacious and tidy streets below have become fragmented at this moment, and even some shops have suffered, as if they have experienced a war.

Li Daoxuan faintly felt that something seemed to have happened in Chang'an during the time he broke through.

He pressed the cloud head, landed in a deserted place, and then went to the most prosperous restaurant in Chang'an, where the news was the most well-informed. If something important happened in Chang'an, there would definitely be people talking about it.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the restaurant, he heard people's voices, some were filled with righteous indignation, some shook their heads and sighed, and some even cursed.

"It's too rampant. That demon monk is so presumptuous. Could it be that there is no law in Chang'an City?"

"Master Wang fulfilled his duty in Chang'an to protect our safety, but he was forcibly taken away by that monstrous monk, but we could only watch helplessly, alas!"

"If it wasn't for the sudden change in the sky, the demon monk might still enter the Tai Chi Palace and humiliate His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty should send troops to kill the demon monk immediately!"

Some people are downcast and pessimistic.

"Kill? Let's not talk about that demon monk's powerful spells. Even if he could kill him, he wouldn't dare to kill him. He is a Turkic national teacher, and he is highly valued by Ji Li Khan!"

"Don't you want to experience the soldiers coming to the city again in the ninth year of Wude?"

Hearing this, many people fell silent.

Although they were aggrieved by this matter, many people were terrified by the catastrophe in the ninth year of Wude. On that day, 20 Turkic troops approached the city of Chang'an, stationed on the north bank of the Weishui River, with banners flying for dozens of miles.

Ji Li Khan let go of his rhetoric even more, to break through Chang'an and massacre the city for seven days!
At that time, Li Shimin had just ended the Xuanwu Gate Change, the political power was not stable, the troops in Chang'an were insufficient, and the people were even more panic-stricken. No one thought that Chang'an could survive.

Li Shimin was brave and resolute, and he didn't go directly to negotiate a peace. Instead, he sent General Yu Chigong to fight a fierce battle with the Turks in the Jingyang area, and won the victory, but did not hurt the Turks' foundation.

Afterwards, Li Shimin led his six cavalry to the edge of the Weishui River with the momentum of a great victory, and had a dialogue with Jieli across the water. The two sides finally negotiated a peace on the Weishui Bianqiao, cut the white horse into an alliance, and saved the city of Chang'an.

As the price for the Turkic retreat, Datang needed to pay tribute to it and contribute a lot of food, grass and property, which was very humiliating, but this was the best result Li Shimin could strive for at that time.

After the Weishui alliance, although the people of Chang'an did not suffer from war, they were panic-stricken and frightened. Whenever they think of that incident, they still have lingering fears in their hearts.

Everyone in the restaurant was silent, no one wanted to experience the Weishui alliance again.

At this time, the Tang people had not yet forged the arrogance of all nations to come to court. Facing the domineering Turks, they were both angry and fearful.

At this time, someone suddenly whispered: "It is said that we in Chang'an also have the protection of immortals. Some time ago, the Xiao Mansion was on fire, and someone saw that there seemed to be immortals on the clouds, and they took away all the flames!"

"That's right, the sudden change in the sky today scared off the demon monk, otherwise something might happen!"

"But if it is really protected by a fairy, why hasn't it rained for so long?"

Hearing this, many people hesitated and couldn't answer.

Li Daoxuan sat by the window of the restaurant without saying a word, quietly listening to the conversation of the people. He looked at the sunset, but his expression became more and more indifferent.

Wang Bo was captured by the demon monk, and he was to be accepted as a disciple by Nami Saluo. This move can be described as extremely vicious!

Wang Bo's master, in order to protect innocent children, resisted landslides and rocks with his flesh and blood, and died in the hands of Mi Saluo, but the demon monk asked Mi Saluo to accept him as a disciple.

Wang Bo's master and apprentice had worked hard to protect the people of the Tang Dynasty. If they were forcibly accepted as disciples by the monstrous monk, it would not only be a humiliation to the bad people, but also a spiritual blow to the Tang Dynasty.

Besides, even without these righteousness, Li Daoxuan would still not sit idly by.

The reason is simple, Wang Bo is his friend.

He stood up and glanced at the dejected and silent people all around him, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

Those who hold salaries for everyone must not freeze them to death in the wind and snow.

Li Daoxuan understood their silence and shrinking, because they had no strength, but he understood it. He thought of the densely packed tombstones of the Yingling Mausoleum, and thought of the bad people like Lou Xiaoyun who went to death calmly, and his heart was inevitably a little blocked.

He stepped towards the door.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, and the voice was loud.

"In October of the first year of Zhenguan, the old man's restaurant was haunted by ghosts. Captain Wang killed the ghost himself. Not only did he save the restaurant, but he also saved the old man's family!"

The old shopkeeper of Chang'an Restaurant came out with a jug of wine in his arms. He put the wine on the table with firm eyes.

Someone saw the jar of wine and said in surprise: "Isn't this the jar of hundred-year-old wine? It is said that it is Lao Zhang's lifeblood. Why are you willing to take it out today?"

The old shopkeeper touched the altar of wine and said sonorously: "At that time, the champion Hou Huo Qubing sealed the wolf as a Xu and defeated the Xiongnu. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty rewarded him with a jar of fine wine. The champion Hou poured the fine wine into the spring and invited the soldiers of the three armies to drink together. With today's Jiuquan County!"

There was a hint of pride on his face, and he said with a smile: "This old man is from Jiuquan. This wine is brewed from the water of Jiuquan. It has been brewed for a hundred years. It is a family heirloom of this old man. It was originally intended to be passed on to his descendants, but now... "

He patted the wine jar, and said loudly: "I know that there is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in Chang'an City. If someone is willing to save Captain Wang, I will offer this wine, and from now on, all the good wine in my Chang'an restaurant will be free for you to drink. No money will be taken!"

He looked around, only to find that everyone lowered their heads.

The old shopkeeper's expression darkened. He actually knew that there was little hope for this matter, but this was already the most precious thing he could offer.

He shook his head, let out a long sigh, and was about to put the wine back.

However, a clear voice sounded, the voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, sonorous and powerful, like a jade bell.

"Good wine, nice people."

The old shopkeeper was stunned, and saw a young Taoist priest with a rich spirit like jade and a noble temperament appeared in front of him. He was wearing a Taoist hairpin, long hair like ink, wearing a moonlight Taoist robe, holding a unicorn jade whisk, and his gaze was like a morning star. .

Seeing that he was young, the old shopkeeper persuaded: "Little baby, you are still young, this matter is too dangerous, you still—"

The young Taoist smiled, untied the gourd from his waist, and said, "Take it!"

The next moment, the large jar of fine wine suddenly rushed out and poured into the gourd. The rich aroma of the wine quickly permeated the entire restaurant, making the mouth watery and ready to move.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, only to see that a small gourd actually took all of such a large jar of fine wine into it, without missing a single bit!
The young Taoist picked up the gourd, took a sip of the hundred-year-old wine, his eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "The water in the Jiuquan is strong enough to make people courageous, not bad!"

"Hundreds of years ago, the champion Hou defeated the Xiongnu, and his horse stepped into Mobei. Today, the poor Taoist has drunk the water of this Jiuquan. Although he is a foreigner, he also knows what a Han family is like!"

The young Taoist turned to leave.

Knowing that he had met a stranger, the old shopkeeper was excited and asked quickly: "Dare to ask your name? No matter what the result is, I will let you drink freely in Chang'an Restaurant from now on!"

The young Taoist looked up to the sky and smiled, his pride soaring to the sky.

"Someone is Longhushan, Li Daoxuan, after I rescue Brother Wang, I will drink three hundred cups with you!"

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(End of this chapter)