Gong Yuan walked out of Zuoxiang's mansion and looked up at the sky.
A piece of snow fell on his face, freezing cold.
Gong Yuan laughed, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Old people who are not dead, all come out."
Yelled three times in a row.
Then the gates of the mansions on both sides of the laneway were opened.
A group of well-dressed elderly people walked out tremblingly.
They are all veterans who have returned to the hermit.
They dedicated their lives for Datang.
Originally, all of them were at home with sweethearts and grandchildren, enjoying the family happiness.
However, when Datang was in trouble, they still came out.
"Old Gong."
The old people who came out greeted Gong Yuan one by one, all with smiles on their faces.
If you don't know the cause and effect, you might think that these old people go outing together.
But only the children of these old people know that their elders are going to die.
Some young people wanted to follow, but they were scolded by the old people.
"Young people, children and women, all stay at home for me honestly."
After speaking, these old people walked to the core area of the Chang'an battlefield with them.
Gong Yuan looked at them and asked, "Are you afraid?"
"Most of the body is in the soil, afraid of a fart." The predecessor Shang Shu scolded with a smile.
"Datang treats me as a state scholar, and I repays it with a state scholar." Shang Shu, the predecessor, said lightly.
Gong Yuan took a deep breath: "Datang Wushuang."
This group of elderly people, who were nearly 800 years old, responded in a low but firm tone.
"Datang Wushuang!"
…
North of Chang'an City.
Taoist Taoist temples and Buddhist temples all converge in this generation.
It is an area specially developed by Chang'an City.
The purpose is naturally to facilitate management.
Because the monks destroyed the Chang'an Great Formation, the temple was closed, and all the monks in the temple were beheaded.
The temple became a land of no owner.
Some refugees in Chang'an City regard this place as a temporary shelter.
These refugees are truly homeless people. They steal chickens and dogs, commit crimes, make big mistakes and don't make small mistakes, and even if they are caught by the yamen, they must be released after a board game.
The Qingyao Society would not accept these people, because they have nothing to do, and they are of no use except for sabotage.
After the outbreak of the war, refugees spontaneously gathered in these abandoned temples and lived on some stolen food.
But as the war progressed, ordinary people did not have much food in their homes, and the refugees had nowhere to steal.
They are very hungry.
Very hungry.
But even if they were hungry, they did not do anything beyond the bottom line.
Because no matter what, they still remember their identity.
Tang people.
Among these refugees, one of the heads is Xu Da, who is about 40 years old and has been wandering in Chang'an for many years. He is quite famous. He is also the only person from Qingba Society who wants to earn income. However, he is used to the refugees. Life, did not agree to the invitation of the Qinghao Club.
"Boss, what should I do?" the man under his hand asked.
Xu Da touched the bright bald head and said, "Ask you a question and answer me truthfully."
"Boss, you ask." The person under his hand responded loudly.
"Over the years, like a mouse crossing the street, you have been yelled and beaten wherever you go. It is a good deed without a word of thanks. On the contrary, it will be considered as having ulterior motives. But I know that many of you actually hope to be beaten by others. Agree, there is this
People who think, stand up and let me take a look. "
The refugees looked at each other, and no one moved at first, because Xu Da's words were "cruel", so they directly removed the pretense they had always had, and figured out the softest part of their hearts.
After a cup of tea, one of the refugees stood up timidly.
Immediately afterwards, more and more refugees also stood up.
Xu Da sighed and stood up.
"Are you afraid of death?" Xu Da asked.
No one answered.
"If you don't speak, you are afraid?" Xu Da's voice gradually became severe.
"Don't be afraid!" The one who answered him was the one who stood up at the beginning.
Xu Da said, "Okay, come with me."
"Boss, where to go."
"Go to die."
Xu Da said as he walked to the entrance of the temple: "Although we have not been recognized, the contempt and contempt of others has nothing to do with me! I only know that I am a Chinese."
"Datang is in trouble, Chang'an City is in trouble, I can't sit back and watch."
"I'm going to die, who wants to be with me?"
The refugees clenched their fists one by one, biting their cheeks, and the blue veins on their necks and arms were violent, and they looked very hideous.
"Fear of a ball."
No one in the crowd shouted.
"Lao Tzu is from Tang Dynasty! I will work hard for Datang."
"For Datang."
"For Chang'an City!"
"Datang Wushuang!"
…
Not far from the temple is a Taoist temple.
This Taoist temple is small and small, and it is not noticeable at all.
There are only two people in the Taoist temple.
A seventy-year-old Taoist priest, with a ten-year-old Taoist priest, they are masters and apprentices.
Daomen's largest "stronghold" in Chang'an City is Wangbei Tower.
Therefore, no one noticed this Taoist temple.
But such a Taoist temple that no one pays attention to has existed in Chang'an City for many years.
The configuration of an old Taoist priest with a small Taoist priest has also lasted for so many years.
On weekdays, relying on the help of the neighbourhood, I occasionally encounter people who come to pray for blessings and send some food and drink.
In order to survive, the old Taoist priest would take his apprentices to help in various houses, just like a long-term job.
But no matter what they do, they will not take off their Taoist robes. Even if they are ridiculed by the neighbours, the old Taoists will just smile in a naive way, without making any rebuttals.
This is a rule handed down from generation to generation in Taoism. After all, you can preach by living.
It is precisely because of this Taoist rule that they can always exist in Chang'an City.
But after the war broke out, everything changed.
The temple united with other countries to launch a war against the Tang Dynasty, and all the people of Tang Dynasty regarded Daomen as enemies of life and death.
If it weren't for the good relationship with the neighbours, the pair of Taoist priests and disciples would be torn apart by angry Chinese people.
They have been hiding in Taoist temples, relying on some food accumulated on weekdays to survive.
But there is always time to eat up the food.
"Master." The little Taoist held a freshly roasted sweet potato in his hand. After taking two bites, he handed it to his master: "You eat it."
The old Taoist swallowed, then shook his head: "Master is not hungry, you eat."
The little Taoist priest was still young and didn't understand the true meaning of these words. He thought that Master was really not hungry, so he continued to eat happily. "By the way, Master, I just saw that the refugees seem to have gone out."
"Are you out?" the old Taoist muttered. "Tang people, really stubborn."
The little Taoist ate up the sweet potatoes in twos and threes, and licked the remnants of the palms of his palms, "Master, now the man from Chang'an City is also from Taoism?"
The old Taoist snorted: "He is the master of Zhiyue Guan, and the master of our Taoist school."
"Oh, he is great?" The little Taoist continued to ask. "
The old Taoist said: "Very powerful."
"Compared with the Master?"
"When the Master was there, the Master was great. Now the Master is gone, he is great."
The little Taoist said: "Does the Master Watcher want to destroy the city of Chang'an?"
The old Taoist's face changed slightly, but he answered the little Taoist's question truthfully: "Yes."
"After the Chang'an City is broken, can we follow him back to Yue Guan?" the little Taoist asked.
The old Taoist touched his head, "Do you like Chang'an or Zhiyue Guan?"
The little Taoist replied seriously: "Of course it is Chang'an. I have never been to Zhiyueguan, and I grew up in Chang'an City. The neighbors in the neighborhood are very kind to me."
"Then Chang'an City is broken, will you feel sad?" the old Taoist asked.
The little Taoist thought for a while and nodded: "Yes."
The old Taoist sighed, "So, I am in pain."
The little Taoist did not know why: "Master, are you sick?"
The old Taoist was born with a wry smile: "I am not sick, but Chang'an City is sick."
"Can it be cured? What can we do?" The little Taoist was a little nervous.
"If you can cure it, kill the Patriarch, and Chang'an City's illness will be cured." The old Taoist priest said, "So, I am very painful."
The little Taoist priest hasn't spoken for a long time this time. Although he is young, he has also been instilled with a philosophy since childhood, that is, he must never deceive his master and destroy his ancestor.
Killing the ancestor master is to deceive the ancestor and destroy the ancestor. Nothing is more serious than this.
After approximately a stick of incense, the little Taoist said, "Teacher, let's go and kill Grandpa Patriarch."
The old Taoist froze for a moment.
The little Taoist said: "I like Chang'an, I don't like Zhiyue Guan. If Chang'an City can't afford to be sick, then Aunt Zhang, Granny Xu, Uncle Wang and Wangcai Little Bean Sprouts will die. I don't want them to die.
The old Taoist looked up to the sky and laughed, tears came out.
"Okay, let the master take you and go to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor together. Are you afraid?"
"Well, I'm a little scared."
"Don't be afraid of the child, the master is always by your side."
…
Meng Mansion.
After Meng Zhulu's death, Chu Yujun dismissed all the servants and maids in the house, and there were only a few female relatives left in a mansion.
They are both "daughters" of Meng Zhulu.
But among these daughters, except Meng Xiaokui, the others are orphans adopted by Meng Zhulu and Chu Yujun.
At this moment, Chu Yujun put on his armor and stood majestic in the lobby.
Behind her, the daughters are also in uniforms.
The men of the Meng family were all dead.
Now, it's their turn to go to the battlefield.
Before marrying Meng Zhulu, Chu Yujun was also a brave soldier. The husband and wife have worked hand in hand to create many romantic stories on the battlefield.
However, because of the root cause of the disease when he gave birth to his second son, Chu Yujun never went to the battlefield again.
But the battlefield was never unfamiliar to Chu Yujun.
When holding the long knife, everything in the past came back.
"Let's go." Chu Yujun said lightly: "Go and avenge your father!"
The daughters followed the mother and walked into the wind and snow without hesitation.
(End of this chapter)