Chun is still far away, and the cold wind is like a knife.
More than 100 Yunqin soldiers walked on the official road outside a small town in Heluo Province, and these Yunqin soldiers were all wearing the standard black armor of the regular army, but the marching formation was a little scattered, and many of them were wounded.
Xu Zhenyan and Leng Zhennan and the Rong family, originally the most powerful existence in the court after the Wen Xuanshu Rebellion, were intertwined in Zhongzhou City to the locality, and I don't know how many of their own people were placed, but even so, the cabinet composed of Xu Zhenyan and Leng Zhennan only occupied the Zhongzhou Imperial City, and had not been able to really pacify Zhongzhou City and the Wailing Acropolis, and military rebellions occurred from time to time.
After Xu Zhenyan's will in the name of the Imperial City of Zhongzhou was conveyed to the various provinces of Yunqin, the governors of the various provinces who fell from above, and some local heroes, naturally could not all obey the orders of this dying cabinet.
The military is always the focus of the struggle for ownership, and war inevitably breaks out when there is a violent conflict between one's own will and the control of the upper echelons.
The local Yunqin army was experiencing an unprecedented split, which even implicitly turned the entire Yunqin into a situation where countless princes rose up before the founding of the Yunqin state.
This branch of Yun Qin's army, which was walking on the muddy official road outside the town, had just won a battle and was about to rush to another town to join the like-minded army.
However, there was no joy of victory on the faces of all these Yunqin soldiers, only solemnity and exhaustion.
Because they never thought that one day they would have to fight with Yun Qin's own people.
Whether it is the secret meeting of the major merchants in Shanye Province, or the Yun Qin army that is fighting with their own people before, it is a microcosm of the countless changes in Yun Qin at this moment.
On the corner of the street in this town, there are still a few horse-drawn carriages.
The worried townspeople in the town had no intention of guessing where the merchants in these carriages came from or some officials in civilian clothes who were out on patrol, carrying out orders, and no one at the moment connected these ordinary carriages with Qingluan Academy.
A few wisps of light spilled in through the crack in the car door, and Gao Yanan in the glimmer was silent, and his eyebrows were full of worry.
Bian Linghan and Leng Qiuyu looked at Gao Yanan's side face, looking at her worried but still resolute eyebrows, Leng Qiuyu couldn't help but whispered: "It's really been hidden like this" "It has to be kept under wraps."
Gao Yanan turned his head, looked at Bian Linghan and Leng Qiuyu, and said in a clear voice: "From what I have seen in these days, so many contact points in our Qingluan Academy no longer exist, which is enough to show that Zhang Ping has more understanding of our Qingluan Academy's contact methods than we imagined."
He knows our Qingluan Academy too well, and he also knows Lin Xi too well.
If he knew that we were still alive, if our whereabouts were revealed, he would definitely use all his strength against us, so as to force Lin Xi and them to appear in his sight again.
We can't be a burden to Lin Xi, we must make everyone think that we are dead in the Thunder Academy, so that Zhang Ping can't imagine that there is still our hidden power. ” Bian Linghan was silent for a moment, and said in a slightly cold voice: "The longer the time drags on, the stronger Zhang Ping will become." ” "We must gather the strongest forces to strike a blow at him.
With our current strength, we are not enough to enter Zhongzhou City to find him and kill him.
"Gao Ya" Nan looked at Bian Linghan and said, "So we can only wait, wait for Lin Xi's news, and wait for the opportunity to fight back." ” There are many shallow lakes and lotus ponds in the Huangshuitang Mausoleum in Qiantang Province.
When the lake dries up in winter, the owners of the ponds hire a lot of laborers to dig lotus roots.
The lotus pond is too dry to dig, if the lotus root is dug up, into the muddy water, it will not be sold for a price, so the lotus root digging laborers are all trapped in the cold mud, using their hands and some simple tools to dig the lotus root, extremely hard.
Fortunately, the price of lotus root in winter is good, and the price paid by the lotus pond owners to these hard-working lotus root diggers is not low, and after several months of labor, these laborers can get a year's worth of silver to support their families, which has become the greatest comfort in the hearts of these laborers.
In the mud of the shallow lake for an unknown number of miles, there are countless lotus root diggers covered in black mud who are working hard among the dead lotus leaves.
Among them, there is a lotus pond whose owner is Fang Zhongru.
Fang Zhongru is one of the most famous Confucians in Qiantang Province, famous for his knowledge, but he does not enter the court, but as a squire, he runs some schools in the local area, does some bridge repair and paves roads, makes some reading notes, and does some good deeds.
He owns nearly 100 acres of lotus pond ancestral business, but he is not arrogant, and his family still lives in a two-entry bungalow facing the lotus pond by the lake.
When a Purgatory Mountain priest in a strange red robe walked up to him, the great Confucian in a yellow cotton robe was boiling a pot of tea, a pot of brown sugar ginger water, and a pot of hot porridge in a pavilion by the lake.
"The Immortal Demon Transformation Chapter 43 The People Who Rebel" hot tea was drunk by himself, and the brown sugar, ginger water and hot porridge were used by the laborers who were digging lotus roots in the mudflats in front of him.
Ginger water can ward off the cold and warm up the body, but ginger water alone is easy to hurt the stomach on an empty stomach, so he also prepared hot porridge.
When a Purgatory Mountain priest appeared in his sight, his gentle face was covered with frost that could not be melted.
"Please write a book to reprimand Lin Xi."
The eyes of the ordinary-looking young Purgatory Mountain Priest flashed with some fanaticism, but the god was extremely calm, and after bowing respectfully, he didn't say any superfluous words, and made his own request, asking Fang Zhongru to develop some books and reprimand Lin Xi's actions.
The forty-year-old pondered for a while.
Then he didn't make a sound, just lifted his teapot and inserted his hands into the red-hot charcoal stove.
His face turned unusually pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead.
Everyone could tell that he was in pain, but he only let out a dull snort of pain and looked up at the Purgatory Mountain priest.
My hands are rotten, so naturally I can't write anymore.
Of course, the Purgatory Mountain Priest also understood what he meant, and saw his determination.
However, the Purgatory Mountain Priest didn't get angry, just looked at Fang Zhongru calmly, and said, "I know that you value filial piety the most, your wife is taking your old mother to change a robe for her in a tailor shop in the city at the moment, but you did this, but the shop caught fire, and your wife and old mother died in the sea of fire "Immortal Demon Transformation". ” "You don't think about your body, you think about your family, because you have a pair of children."
The Purgatory Mountain Priest spoke calmly, his gaze leaving Fang Zhongru's festering hands and looking into the distance behind Fang Zhongru.
Fang Zhongru turned around, and he saw that in the city in the distance, there was a pillar of smoke rushing into the sky.
He understood what was happening, and he trembled and began to cry bitterly.
The Purgatory Mountain Priest looked at him calmly.
The Great Confucian also understood the meaning of the last words of the Purgatory Mountain Priest, and he slammed his head into the pavilion pillar next to him.
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With a crisp snap, the body of the great Confucian fell down against the pavilion pillar, and the blood red and white things spread out on the pavilion pillar and the ground.
Countless exclamations and angry shouts rang out in the mud of the lake.
Many of the lotus diggers waved their short shovels to rush ashore, no matter what the red-robed priest came from, they had to fight with it, but the lake was too muddy, and their steps were too heavy and slow, and they could only watch the indifferent red figure disappear from their sight.
A young man who was digging lotus roots also saw the whole process of Fang Zhongru's death.
The young man was handsome, and even if his face was covered with black mud, it did not make people feel dirty or ugly.
All the lotus diggers around him only thought that he was a lotus digger from a poor family in the southern province, but no one knew that he was once one of the chosen ones of Qingluan Academy, one of the best and most beautiful young people in the entire Yunqin, and the son of Wen Shoufu, who once held great power.
"He's Wen Xuanyu.
After that autumn festival, he disappeared from everyone's sight, but he has been practicing desperately, wanting revenge.
He doesn't care about the grievances between the Juju clan and the eldest grandson clan, and no matter what kind of existence his father is, for him, no matter whether Wen Xuanshu is a great jin or a great evil, he is his father.
He only knew that it was Emperor Yunqin who killed his father, so for a long time, the only purpose of his survival was to kill Emperor Yunqin and avenge his father.
However, Emperor Yunqin was already dead, dead in the persecution of Lin Xi and the turmoil of the people of Zhongzhou City.
This kind of bitter hatred that supports him to live suddenly disappears one day inexplicably, and he suddenly doesn't know what the meaning of his life is.
Zhang Ping and Qingluan Academy, and the battle with Lin Xi didn't make him feel that he had anything to do with him at all.
However, as he stood in the icy muddy water and looked at the scene in front of him, his blood began to burn unconsciously.
He still doesn't know what will happen to him in the future, and he doesn't know what the meaning of his life is.
At the moment, however, there was only one thought in his mind.
He must kill this Purgatory Mountain red-robed priest.
When Wen Xuanyu began to walk quickly in the lotus pond, walking faster and faster, a battle had just ended in the northern neighboring college of Qiantang Province.
More than a dozen cultivators from the North Neighboring Academy struggled to stand up in a pool of blood.
On the ground around them, in addition to the corpses of many people dressed as rogues and academy cultivators, there were also the corpses of a purgatory mountain red-robed priest and several grimace doves.
In this battle, these cultivators from the North Neighboring Academy won the final victory, and they ambushed the purgatory mountain red-robed priest and the minions who served him, but they also paid a heavy price.
The most important thing is that they don't know how long they can hold out after winning this battle.
Regardless of other rights and wrongs, they, like many Yunqin cultivators, were unwilling to surrender to Zhang Ping and the foot of Purgatory Mountain, and they should all be on the side of Lin Xi and Qingluan Academy at this moment.
In their opinion, Lin Xi was naturally the leader of all opposing forces at the moment.
"Lin Xi, where the hell are you, why hasn't Qingluan Academy made some counterattacks" So at this moment, one of the cultivators of the Northern Neighbor Academy, who was standing up with difficulty, couldn't help but let out such a painful groan.
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