Xichuan Town is an ordinary small town in the west of the Tang Kingdom, but it is famous far and wide, because the location from this small town to the six countries in the west is almost the same, and there are frequent currency trade and business trips on weekdays.
There is a teahouse at the entrance of the small town. Two old men with gray hair are sitting near the window of the teahouse. There is a chessboard in front of the old man. On the chessboard, black and white are fighting together. The game is intertwined, and the outcome is unpredictable.
The old man on the left held up a white piece, "The Tang Dynasty sent 30,000 light cavalry to go straight to Xixia, looking at the posture, thinking of a quick battle."
The old man on the right sneered, "It's a beautiful idea to destroy a country first, so that the rest of the attackers will be afraid before fighting."
Heizi fell, Baizi was eaten Thirteenth, "After all, it is the largest country, there is no possibility of swallowing it, and the small border country is not in their hearts."
"Then let this old lion in his twilight years understand the truth. The world is going to change. Now is not what it used to be. No matter how powerful a lion is, it is already old after all."
"I heard that the prince who is about to ascend the throne has great ambitions."
"Humph."
Another sneer.
"Heart is higher than the sky, life is thinner than paper!"
"The 30,000 Qingqi who set off from the Western Department will all die in the Tuwei of the Xia Kingdom, and this prince will not survive a year as long as he becomes the throne."
In a small border town, with a grizzled old man, the chess game was brutally fought, and the conversation was even more arrogant, but the two sides did not feel that they were bragging at all, as if what the old man said would come true, and these two prophecies would definitely come true generally.
Luoyang City was gloomy and gloomy all day and night, just like the mood of Luoyang people.
There was faint thunder and lightning flashing in the sky, and a rumbling burst of thunder passed over the roof, and the fine raindrops hit the eaves and window frames, making a crackling sound, like ten thousand cannibals eating mulberry, or like a breeze blowing through bamboo. Raindrops fell from the sky, and the first moment was still raindrops, and the next moment became fine snowflakes.
Luoyang, which was originally much warmer than Youbei, also began to drop in temperature overnight.
The bone-chilling cold came.
Looking at the falling snowflakes, Li Chunzhi's heart tightened in front of the imperial palace, "It is said that the moist snow heralds a good year, but today's snow doesn't understand my heart so much!"
If there is no war, Runxue will naturally herald a prosperous year.
However, with the rising smoke in the western region, 30,000 light cavalry are rushing to attack Xia Kingdom. If it is raining and snowing, how will the road be walked? How to transport food in the mud? How does the horse gallop? How to solve the winter clothes to keep out the cold
Li Chunzhi looked up at the sky, and saw that the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, as if they were going to cover the entire city of Luoyang. Everything is silent, except for the boundless sound of falling snow between heaven and earth. The sound of snow is not urgent, not slow, not sparse, not dense, and uninterrupted, slowly stretching like a fine veil from the sky to cover the earth.
He clenched his fists tightly, "God knows, is he trying to destroy my country of Tang? Or is it that I, Li Chunzhi, is an eyesore? Or that I am not worthy of sitting in that chair?"
Field eel sent a big umbrella in time.
Li Jianqi held an umbrella for his father.
Taking a few steps forward slowly, out of the covered area of the umbrella, Li Chunzhi just stood in the snow.
"Jian Qi, do you think Dad is suitable to be emperor?"
"Does it match?"
Listening to Li Chunzhi's words, Li Jianqi did not hesitate at all, "Abba is the most suitable person to be an emperor. You work so hard and serve the country wholeheartedly, so you are naturally the most worthy."
"But God doesn't seem to agree." Li Chunzhi said leisurely.
"Why?" Li Jianqi asked.
"The strategy of surprise attack on Xia Kingdom may be difficult to realize. This snow will bring too much trouble to the march." Li Chunzhi frowned.
"Then this snow will also cause trouble for the other party. Aren't they going to be slow in attacking my western border?" Li Jianqi thought for a while and said.
"But we don't have time!" Li Chunzhi continued, "The six countries in the western region can attack if they want to, and they can postpone the attack if they don't want to. What about us? Hoard troops to defend the western front? What if the demons from Youzhou go south? Taikoo What about the monster army at the Tongmen Gate? This western region is the weakest and the easiest place to make military achievements. If there are problems here, then other places will not be able to inspire people's hearts."
The conversation ended here. Li Jianqi is not good at military affairs, let alone politics, and comforting people is not her strong point. She has lived in a quiet house since she was a child, and she takes cultivation as her own responsibility. She loves riding fish and eating swords the most. , the current conversation has already exceeded her cognition.
But as a daughter, she will always accompany Li Chunzhi to stand on the top of the city, and when he needs it, she will take action at any time.
One day and one night, Li Chunzhi finally returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and on the memorial in the hall, there was a piece of eye-catching rice paper on the top, densely packed with tiny characters. Somewhat surprised, he walked to the desk, Li Chunzhi held up this piece of rice paper and put it in front of his eyes, the first line on the top said, the old eunuch donated 50,000 yuan...
From the first line of the rice paper to the last line, Li Chunzhi became more and more surprised. In one day and one night, the palace received so many donations, from gold and silver to supplies, and even more than a hundred blacksmith shops in Luoyang City were donated to the Tang Dynasty. Donated thousands of weapons.
Falling snow increased the difficulty of marching and raiding.
But the people in Luoyang and the pillars of the Tang State gave Li Chunzhi infinite motivation.
"Things are dead, but people are alive. As long as the people of Tang are united, no matter how difficult the ordeal is, they can go through it side by side."
The world is vast, snow is falling, and it is another cold morning.
The streets and alleys of Luoyang were white and cold.
On Yong'an Avenue from Changsheng Bridge to Yunshi Bridge, thousands of people lined up neatly in a square team early, with different costumes, traffickers and pawns from all walks of life, but everyone was uniformly holding a knife in their hands. There are their own iron knives, homemade wooden knives, and even bamboo knives.
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The Tianmen Gymnasium has not yet opened. Normally, everyone would wait quietly in front of the door, but today is a little different. I don’t know who suggested it first, but everyone spontaneously started to practice the basic three swords and one sword that Ye Que taught before. Slash the mountain, cut the water with two swords, break the sky with three swords.
The knife style is not difficult, but it is not easy to practice well.
But if it is combined with Tianmen Kungfu, it seems to have some unexpected miraculous effects.
Thousands of people raised their knives together and cut the mountains with their hands. The blades were concentrated in one form, and they smashed the mountains with all their might.
The falling snow on the ground shook slightly.
After the first slash, the second slash started, with a horizontal slash, the trace of the knife drew an arc, and the water was cut off with the knife drawn.
The falling snow that was shaken into the air followed the trajectory of the knife, automatically without wind.
At the end of the water cut off, the third knife was drawn to break the world, and there was another neat shout, but whoever didn't shout "ha", but shouted "kill". His knife followed the sound of killing, and a wisp of knife energy faintly emerged from the tip of the knife.
Thousands of people practiced swords together and mobilized the Tianmen Kung Fu in their bodies. An invisible air flow appeared on Yong'an Street. For Ye Que, the spiritual sea seemed to explode.