Volume 16 Chapter 43

Spring is far away, the cold wind is like a knife.

There are more than 100 Yunqin soldiers walking on the official road outside a small town in Heluo province. They are all wearing the standard black armour of the regular army, but the formation of the March is a bit scattered, many of them are injured.

Xu Zhenyan and lengzhennan, Rong's family, were originally the most powerful people in the court after the chaos of wenxuanshu. From Zhongzhou city to Zhongzhou City, they had a thorough understanding of how many people they had planted. However, even so, the cabinet composed of Xu Zhenyan and lengzhennan only occupied the imperial city of Zhongzhou, but they had not been able to really pacify the Zhongzhou city and wailing Wei city. There were many rebellions by the military Happen.

After Xu Zhenyan's purport in the name of Zhongzhou imperial city was conveyed to the provinces of Yunqin, the top down governors and some local heroes of each province could not all be ordered by the dying cabinet.

The army has always been the focus of all the power struggle. When there is a fierce conflict between their will and the control of the upper class, the war will inevitably break out.

The local Yunqin army is experiencing unprecedented division, which will turn the whole Yunqin into the situation of numerous princes before the founding of Yunqin.

The Yunqin army, which was walking on the muddy official road outside the town, had just won a battle and was going to go to another town to join the like-minded army.

However, there was no joy of victory on the faces of all these soldiers, only dignified and exhausted.

Because they never thought that one day they would fight with their own people.

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Whether it's the secret meeting of the major businesses in Shanyin Xingsheng province or the Yunqin army fighting with its own people, it's a microcosm of the countless changes of Yunqin at the moment.

In the corner of the street in this town, there are still several carriages.

The worried townspeople in the town didn't want to guess where the merchants from these carriages came from or whether some of them were in plain clothes. At the moment, no one connected these ordinary carriages with qingluan college.

A few glimmers of light came in from the gap between the doors. Gao Yanan in the glimmer was silent, and his eyebrows were full of deep worries.

Side Ling Han and Leng Qiuyu look at Gao Yanan's side face, look at her worried but still determined eyebrows and eyes, Leng Qiuyu can't help whispering: "really keep it from you all the time?"

"I have to keep it that way."

Gao Yanan turned his head and looked at Bian Linghan and Leng Qiuyu. Qingsheng said: "from what we have seen in these days, so many contact points of qingluan college no longer exist, which is enough to show that Zhang Ping has a better understanding of the contact methods of qingluan college than we thought. He knows too much about our qingluan college and Lin Xi. If he knows that we are still alive, if our whereabouts are exposed, he will use all his strength against us to force Lin Xi and them to appear in his sight again. We can't be Lin Xi's burden. We must let everyone think that we died in thunder college. Zhang Ping can't think of the hidden power of us. "

Bian Linghan was silent for a moment, and his voice was slightly cold: "the longer time is dragged, the stronger Zhang Ping will become."

"We have to bring together the strongest forces to attack him. With our current strength, we can't enter Zhongzhou city to find him and kill him. " Gao Yanan looked at Bian Linghan and said, "so we have to wait for Lin Xi's news and the chance to fight back."

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There are many shallow lakes and lotus ponds in the huangshuitangling of Qiantang province.

When the lake dries up in winter, the owners of the lotus pond will hire many workers to dig lotus roots in the pond.

The lotus pond is too dry to excavate. If the lotus knuckle is cut off and enters the muddy water, it can't be sold at a price. Therefore, the lotus digging workers are trapped in the cold mud all day long. They use their hands and some simple tools to excavate the lotus root, which is extremely hard.

Fortunately, the price of lotus root is good in winter, and the price paid by the owners of lotus pond to these hard-working lotus root digging workers is not low. After months of work, these workers will be able to get the silver to support their families for a year, which has become the greatest consolation in the hearts of these workers.

In the mud of the shallow lake, there are countless digging lotus root workers covered with black mud working hard among the withered lotus leaves.

Among them, the owner of a lotus pond is Fang Zhongru.

Fang Zhongru is one of the most famous Confucians in Qiantang province. He is famous for his knowledge, but he doesn't go into the court. He just runs some local schools, builds bridges and paves roads, makes some reading notes and does something good.

He has the ancestral property of nearly one hundred mu of lotus pond, but he is not extravagant. His family still lives in the two-way bungalow facing the lotus pond by the lake.

When an alchemy Mountain God in a strange red robe came to him, the yellow cotton robed Confucian was cooking a pot of tea, a pot of yellow sugar, ginger water and a pot of hot porridge in a pavilion beside the lake.

Hot tea is his own drink, yellow sugar, ginger water and hot porridge are for the workers digging lotus roots in the mud beach in front of him.

Ginger water can keep cold and warm, but it's only ginger water, but it's easy to hurt your stomach on an empty stomach, so he also prepared hot porridge.

When an alchemy Mountain God appeared in his sight, his gentle face was full of frost that was hard to melt.

"Please draw up a book to rebuke Lin Xi."

There were some fanatics in the eyes of the ordinary young alchemy Mountain God, but his face was very calm. After the respectful salute, he didn't say any extra words and made his own request. Fang Zhongru wanted to publish some books and reprimand Lin Xi for what he had done.

The 40 year old Confucianist meditated on the time of breath counting.

Then he didn't make any noise, just opened his teapot, and put his hands into the red stove.

His face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead.

Everyone could see that he was in great pain, but he just let out a dull groan of pain, and then looked up at the purgatory Mountain God.

My hands are rotten, so I can't write any more books.

Of course, the purgatory mountain god understood his meaning and his determination.

However, the alchemy Mountain God did not get angry, but calmly looked at Fang Zhongru and said, "I know that you are most filial. Your wife is taking your old mother to change a gown for her at a tailor's shop in the city at the moment. But you did this, but it made the shop lose fire. Your wife and old mother died in the sea of fire."

"You don't think about your body, hair and skin, but also for your family, because you have a pair of children." The alchemy Mountain God said calmly, his eyes left Fang Zhongru's festering hands and looked at the distance behind him.

Fang Zhongru turned around. He saw a pillar of smoke rising into the sky in the city in the distance.

He understood what had happened, and he shivered and began to cry.

The alchemy mountain god looked at him calmly.

The great Confucian also understood the meaning of the last sentence of the alchemy mountain god official. He hit his head hard against the pavilion post beside him.

With a snap, the body of the great Confucian wiped the pavilion pillar and fell down. The blood red and white things spread on the pavilion pillar and the ground.

Countless shouts of surprise and anger rang out in the mud of the lake.

Many lotus digging people wave their short spades to rush ashore. No matter what the way this red robed priest comes from, they have to fight with him. However, the lake is too muddy, and their steps are too heavy and slow. They can only watch the indifferent red figure and disappear in their sight.

A young man digging lotus root also saw the whole process of Fang Zhongru's death.

The young man's appearance is beautiful, even if his face is covered with black mud, it doesn't make people feel dirty and ugly.

All the diggers beside him only think that he is a poor digger from the southern province, but no one knows that he was once one of the natural selection of qingluan college, one of the most outstanding and beautiful young people in the whole Yunqin, and the son of Wen Shoufu who once held the power.

He is wenxuanyu.

After that autumn sacrifice, he disappeared in the sight of all people, but he has been desperately practicing to get revenge.

No matter the resentment of the resident family and the changsun family, or the existence of his father, Wen xuanshu is his father, no matter whether he is a traitor or a villain. He only knew that emperor Yunqin killed his father, so for a long time, the only purpose of his life was to kill emperor Yunqin and avenge his father.

However, Emperor Yunqin died in the persecution of Linxi and the turmoil of the people in Zhongzhou city.

This kind of biting hatred, which supports his life, suddenly one day there is no longer any reason for it, and he suddenly doesn't know what the meaning of his life is.

Zhang Ping and qingluan college, and Lin Xi's fight, before he did not let him feel that there is anything to do with himself.

But today, standing in the cold muddy water, looking at the scene, his blood began to burn unconsciously.

He still doesn't know what he will be like in the future and where the meaning of his life is.

At the moment, however, there was only one thought in his mind.

He must kill the red robe God of purgatory mountain.

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Wenxuanyu began to walk fast in the lotus pond. As he walked faster and faster, a battle was just over in the north of Qiantang province.

More than ten practitioners from the North neighboring college stood up in a pool of blood.

On the ground around them, in addition to the bodies of many people dressed as bandits and college practitioners, there are also the bodies of a red robed alchemy Mountain God and several ghostly faced doves.

In this battle, the monks of the North neighboring college won the final victory. They fell down and killed the alchemy mountain red robe God and the claws and teeth for him, but they also paid a heavy price.

Most of all, they don't know how long they can last after winning the war.

No matter what else is right or wrong, they are all unwilling to submit to the foot of Zhang Ping and purgatory mountain, like many of the cloud Qin practitioners. They should be on the side of Lin Xi and qingluan college at the moment.

In their view, Lin Xi is naturally the leader of all opposition forces at the moment.

"Lin Xi, where are you? Why hasn't qingluan college fought back?" So at this moment, one of the northern neighbor college practitioners, who was struggling to stand up, could not help but utter such a painful murmur. To be continued