The demon lord Baili has been missing for the third month, and he has searched everywhere, but there is still no news.
Seeing Zou Yanlai frowning, Song A gave three orders in a row, and when he ordered people to continue searching, he couldn't help interjecting, "On the battlefield, swords and guns have the final say. Whoever has the hardest fist will win. My old Song was here for a day, and told that coward surnamed Gu to have trouble with Xu Nan, you are so unreasonable, you are not prepared to defend yourself if you have nothing to do, and some popes who can only put on airs are playing some moths there, I still have to work hard to find that monster!"
Song A is a general who is very good at fighting, but unfortunately he is a rough man. Although he can read and break characters, he may be able to handle a few parallel sentences in some elegant scenes, but just because he can recite poems does not mean that he is real. He is an elegant person, although he can recite, but he still can't speak, and every time he speaks, he will offend several people, such as Zou Yanlai - but he has been offended and numb.
General Song has always looked down on the Pope, and it is said that this has been going on for a long time. The forces in the DPRK and China are basically divided into two groups. On the one hand are civil servants and military generals who were born in the pope, and on the other are those who have passed the civil and military affairs to the Hall of Heaven. Generally speaking, those who can send their children to the Pope for training are either rich or powerful It's not enough to have a prominent background, you need to have a lot of opportunities and understanding.
The children of the poor rarely have such opportunities, so the officials of the Pope's background are proud of themselves and control most of the power in the court. Say hello.
Such injustice, but no one can take it calmly.
Once upon a time, the dragon gate was no longer a place for carp to jump, so how many people...will plan to set up a new dragon gate
Do not suffer from widowhood, but from inequality.
It just so happened that General Song was such a Tian Shelang who ascended to the Tianzitang. He was born as a top-ranked martial arts scholar. The younger generation, of course, have been disgusted with the Pope for a long time.
However, the Pope's power is great after all, even if some people are not used to it, except for the eclectic General Song, not many people will speak out directly.
What's more, the speaker has no intentions, but the listener has intentions, and this listener is a high-rooted esoteric student like Mr. Zou.
Zou Yanlai frowned, obviously because of the boss's displeasure, but at such a critical moment, it's hard to find a general, and it's not too hard for him, so he could only pinch his nose and hold back, thinking quite unhappily, if it wasn't for the court People, we must find a way to send this reckless man far away, so as not to be an eyesore in front of him.
Song A didn't know whether he was intentionally annoying others or it was his nature. Seeing that Zou Yanlai ignored him, he still refused to give up, as if he had to discuss the Pope's fault with his colleagues, and he didn't even look at this colleague's ass. who sat on a bench. Then he continued: "I heard that when the first emperor died, he pointed at the monster and laughed three times, and then left in dismay. Who knows what happened? In my opinion, most of these kingdoms are the richest. It’s a disaster for the country and the people, if it weren’t for them, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be these messy accidents, maybe I, Puqing, is still a peaceful country, the weather is good everywhere, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.”
This is too much to say, it is simply unbearable.
Zou Yan came from Dongyue and fought with Gu Huaiyang's Red Scarf Army all the way to retreat to Xunan. Although he is in a high position, after all, he comes from a prominent background and has always been able to handle tasks with ease. When has he suffered such hardship
The battlefield is ruthless, people die every day, and every inch of land is covered with the blood of opponents and their own people.
More than half of the three popes lost more than half of them. If you don’t know it, let’s talk about Tantric Buddhism. Anyone over the age of twelve who can carry a spear and draw a longbow has gone to the battlefield. The corpses wrapped in horse leather are still incomplete. The handful of loess that was sprinkled on was still wet, no matter how well Zou Yan came to cultivate himself, after hearing this, he had to be angry for his master.
He slammed the table, stood up, glared at General Song A, his chest rose and fell violently several times, and just now he squeezed out a sentence: "Internal and external troubles, national crisis, please... General Song be careful."
Song A looked at him for a moment, and said with a sneer: "I just tried words a little bit, Master Zou just speculated like this, this is right and wrong, the last general finally understands."
Zou Yanlai frowned and asked, "What does General Song mean by that?"
Song Ah stared at him for a moment, but didn't answer, just nodded, turned around and opened the curtain of the tent and walked out, as if he had understood something.
"Insects and ants are rampant, and there is no peace in the country. I don't know who the country is today, and whose name it is."
Under the dim light, the handwriting that pierced through the back of the paper was read by Song Ah and swallowed, every single word seemed to be contained in his stomach.
This note comes from his teacher, Sun Mingchong, the former Minister of the Ministry of War who has lived in seclusion in the countryside. For more than ten years, a group of ascetics from the wild roads have sprung up, and there is even a strange talent in the formation. Several times dedicated to encircling and assassinating the pope's people, coupled with the protracted war, the current pope is completely incomparable with the heyday.
It can be said that talent is withered, and it is a good time.
Just three days ago, Song Ah received this note. He knew that the faction of Teacher Chaozhong had already started to act. The new emperor was not as cowardly as the first emperor. Since he ascended the throne, he has made several actions that tend to abolish the Pope. It's just that the pope is too powerful, and it can't be justified.
Now that Zou Yanlai is at a disadvantage against the enemy, it is a good opportunity to retreat to Xu Nan.
I don't know today's Sheji, who's surname is—
Song A Jiang chewed on these words silently for a long time, looked up at the strangely bright starry sky, until he looked at the place blocked by the mountains.
This is the most chaotic era, the era that makes people shed blood and tears, and it is also an era where people can express their ambitions and live up to what they have learned in their lives.
Wenzhiwugong has been for decades, but he has devoted himself to this country, even if the ruthless history is only a brushstroke a hundred years later, it is considered... not in vain.
The general with half-white beard and hair had firm eyes, turned around and walked back to his tent with big strides, and stayed up all night again.
At the same time, Gu Huaiyang, who led the army to approach Xunan's camp, received a note from Shi Wuduan, with only one word on it - defeat.
On the 20th day, General Song A of the Xunan Camp fought against the leader of the rebel army, Gu Huaiyang, in Juzhou. For a whole day and one night, Gu Huaiyang retreated to Xiangyang in disarray. "Luzhou", "Ganzhou", "Yinglu", "Yangcheng" and other places were recovered one after another.
He became famous in the first battle and forced Gu Huaiyang back to Dongyue West.
A joint letter was submitted to the emperor on the same day when the great victory came, publicly impeaching the Pope's children for a vegetarian meal, using Zou Yan's defeat in Dongyue as a gimmick.
Since ancient times, the pope and the royal family have been like two plants that depend on each other. Although they are always inseparable, neither can do without the other. However, the art of formation has long since declined among the Pope, and it has become a branch of heresy. Because of this, it fell into the hands of Shi Wuduan, and has been suppressed and beaten by him, and has been retreating steadily for several years.
Xu Nan's great victory made the emperor finally see hope.
With the emperor's acquiescence, in April of this year, a massive anti-religious action began with a victory in a battle and an enthusiastic petition.
For thousands of years, the turbulent contradiction finally came to an end and was out of control.
And the daring Shi Wuduan—the rebel whose reputation is second only to Gu Huaiyang in the rebel army, now disguises himself as a bachelor, sneaks around in the Pingyang Imperial Capital, and shuttles incognito in the building that he established by himself and has finally begun to play a role. The mysterious organization "Herringbone Store", at the foot of the emperor in the capital, unites more and more anti-religious "righteous men" and becomes a special force.
From small breakfast shops to large brothels, as long as there is money to circulate, there are shadows of herringbone shops.
Shi Wuduan sat in the tavern, wrote "the third lamp" on a small piece of paper, then stuffed it into a slender bamboo tube, and called: "Little Er, pay the bill."
The waiter came quickly, covered his body, put away the broken silver and the bamboo tube, and shouted: "Guest officer, go slowly, come back for delicious food!"
Then they passed each other, as if they had never met each other.
Shi wandered around the market for no reason, and then returned to his temporary residence—the backyard of a gambling house, and took out the ball of paper that had just been stuffed in his sleeve. Handwriting: All the ghosts in the East China Sea suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace of the demon king.
Shi Wuduan lowered his eyes and looked at the note for a long time, and then a small flame rose in his palm and burned it away. He stood there for a moment with no expression on his face, turned around and went into the house. .
Only the veins on the back of the hand grasping the door frame when entering the door were exposed—
Where did he go
Is he... still alive
Thousands of miles away, when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming all over the country, Cangshan Mountain is still covered with snow on Daputi Mountain, but at this time an unexpected visitor comes.
The person who came was dressed in white and looked as if he had traveled a long way. The white clothes were no longer so white, and he looked a bit dusty. He stood blankly outside the formation of fire set up by Shi Wuduan, with a confused expression, as if a little lost.
No one in the fire circle can see it, unless someone wants to break into the Great Bodhi Mountain, or the Mahayana Pope violated the contract, but this man can.
The trend of anti-religion became more and more intense. The Mahayana pope could not hide in the Bodhi Mountain, and thanked guests behind closed doors. After all, it was a thousand-year-old religion, and the ancient grand formation handed down almost closed the entire mountain.
However, at this moment, a young disciple came down from the snow-capped mountain, bowed to the white-clothed man from a distance, and said in a loud voice: "The suzerain has orders, the distinguished guests come, and the juniors go out to greet them."
The man in white froze for a moment and asked, "Me?"
The young disciple nodded and said yes: "Please come with the junior, the suzerain is waiting for the guests at the welcoming pavilion."
The man in white paused and followed silently.
The reception pavilion of the Mahayana Pope is on the mountainside, which is the boundary between the snow top and the plants. There is a strange flower blooming there, without leaves or stems. It comes out directly from the soil, half purple and black, half white, It is called Yin Yang flower, and it is said that it is the divine flower that separates the worlds of Yin and Yang.
An old man seemed a little sluggish in his movements, and was patiently watering the yin and yang flowers.
The young disciple who led the way backed away after saluting. The man in white stretched out his hand to touch the yin and yang flower. The white side automatically turned away, but the purple and black side voluntarily stuck to his palm, as if there was something wrong with it. Like life.
The old man said without looking back: "Here you come? Sit down."
The man in white frowned and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
The old man put down the kettle, looked back at him, and said with a smile: "The name of the devil is like thunder."
The man in white was Bai Li who had been missing for an unknown amount of time. He hesitated for a moment, and sat down on the stone bench under the shade of yin and yang flowers. The old man didn't talk to him, but just slowly watered the flowers. The flowers in the entire pavilion were watered one by one, and the branches and leaves were arranged one by one, from noon to the west of the sun.
Bai Li was so rare that he was not in a hurry, just sat quietly on the side, watching him play around without saying a word - if someone in the know saw it, he would be greatly surprised, the moody demon king is so peaceful when.
It wasn't until the sun was setting that the old man rolled up his sleeves that were soiled by the mud, sat opposite Bai Li, poured a cup of herbal tea with his mud-stained hands, put it in front of Bai Li, and said, "Please, Demon Monarch."
Bai Li really picked it up and drank it.
The old man watched him drink it slowly, and then said: "This tea is collected from the flower dew of yin and yang flowers, and it must be mixed with snow water. Drinking a cup, although it is icy cold, can refresh your mind and strengthen your body. excellent product."
Bai Li actually said: "Thank you."
The old man looked at him and nodded, and asked, "Why did the devil come here?"
This question stunned Bai Li for a moment, he frowned, looked up at the dark petals that kept piling up around him, after a long time, he said hesitantly: "I... don't know."
The old man didn't rush, but just sat silently opposite him, sipping the herbal tea made from yin and yang flower dew.
It didn't take long before Bai Li whispered as if talking to himself: "I don't know, I don't understand, and I don't know what to do. They say you are a big suzerain, a shameless old fox, and some people say, You are the wisest person in the world, you know that?"
Master Ye Ye laughed, picked up a huge leaf that fell from a distant mountain, rolled it into a roll, and stuck it to Baili's ear, saying, "This is the leaf of the Immortal Bodhi Tree, listen carefully."
Bai Li listened for a moment, then frowned and said, "I can't hear anything."
Master Zhiye said: "There is nothing in the first place, and the fairy sounds are all deceitful."
Bai Li looked at him puzzled.
Master Zhi Ye said: "Some people say that he heard it, but in fact it is just what he thinks in his heart. After thinking about it, he went into a mad state, thinking that he heard it—people always believe what they want to believe."
He stretched out his finger and pointed at Baili's chest, and said, "The heart is a demonic barrier, which prevents you from getting out, and it also prevents him from getting out."
Bai Li clutched his chest.
Master Zhiye continued: "However, since the demon king has retrieved the lost blood and soul, he has gone through hundreds of calamities and survived nine deaths. Didn't he let go? Didn't he go out?"
Bai Li said: "But I didn't... I still don't know what to do."
Master Zhiye laughed, stood up, turned around and walked up the mountain, but said in his mouth: "What's so difficult about it, push the mountain away, divide the deep water, kick down the broken wall, and then make a straw man to coax him , made him burst into tears and smile, isn’t it all right?”
Bai Li was stunned.
Until Master Zhiye left for a long time, he was still standing on the top of the mountain surrounded by twilight. I don't know how long it took before he slowly showed a long-lost smile and walked down the mountain without looking back.