This scene made Li Ye want to laugh. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and hot, and Chu Zheng, a young man, was still a little tender.
The fifth disciple of Bailudong named "Yinzi", of course Li Ye had heard Chu Nanhuai mention it. But even Chu Nanhuai didn't know where his junior brother was.
Unexpectedly, I saw it here now.
What he saw in half a day gave Li Ye a deeper grasp of the situation in Hexi, and he also had a rough plan in mind.
In fact, the plan has always been there, and generally it will not change. It is nothing more than a frontal attack when all the monks are in place. There are not so many shortcuts to siege cities and lands. In the final analysis, the competition is still about who has the hardest fist.
To make this plan achieve the expected results, Li Ye needs to make some changes to the details.
In the Battle of Hexi, the key to victory or defeat lies in high-end combat power, that is to say, who can kill each other, Li Ye or Shenzi. The personal strength of the two of them is enough to control the entire battle situation.
On the premise that the power of the moon god suppresses cultivation, facing the iron and blood methods of the Tubo people to stabilize the local order, how to mobilize the desire of the Han people in Hexi to serve the country is the core of Li Ye's victory over the son of the moon god.
The current situation is not optimistic, and it can even be said to be very difficult.
Li Ye was not depressed.
In Hexi, he still has a power that has been deployed for many years and has not been really used so far.
This strength will become his key reliance to reverse the situation.
...
In the early morning, standing behind the steaming white steam, Chu Zheng's expression was still dull, and he seemed to be the same as usual.
The shrewd and philistine Mrs. Wei noticed that this young man occasionally gritted his teeth, with resentment shining in his eyes.
"Hey, brother Zheng, what's the matter? Could it be that I disliked the old man and didn't give you an extra penny every time he came? If you really want it, just say it. Oh, it's so frightening that my heart is beating!"
Mrs. Wei flicked the silk handkerchief in her hand, looked at Chu Zheng's yin and yang strange way of reproach, and did not twist the waist of the bucket anymore.
Chu Zheng grinned, even if he had laughed, he was very perfunctory, "Whatever Aunt Wei said, they are all neighbors in the neighborhood, how can I still be short of your penny?"
It was obvious that this woman gave less money every time, but what she said seemed to be that Chu Zheng wanted to ask her for an extra penny.
Only then did Mrs. Wei giggle happily, picked up the soup cakes and twisted the bucket back to go back to her house to eat. Before leaving, she even cast a meaningful wink at Chu Zheng. I don't know whether she is trying to attract a husband for her daughter, or seducing a concubine for herself.
Chu Zheng gritted his teeth for a reason.
After having dinner with Master yesterday, he knew that he was deceived by Master again or subdued by Master.
Not making up his mind to leave was his biggest failure. He has experienced this kind of experience too many times, so he reacted quickly this time.
Don't need to think too much, the old Taoist who was sad and lonely yesterday must be sitting leisurely in the yard now, drinking happily, waiting for him to close the stall and go back to cook, enjoy his service with peace of mind, and teach him to abide by the fifth rule of Bailudong by the way. The code of conduct for disciples lurking in the world.
"This old Yin man!" Chu Zheng was furious.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly.
On the street, Zhang Changan came again.
This time I brought people with me.
In other words, it came with someone else.
Walking in front of Zhang Changan, there was a high-spirited Tubo boy with a dark complexion and a tall and strong figure. His nostrils were so big that a fist could fit in them, and as ugly as a bull.
Chu Zheng knew this Tubo boy who was dressed in brocade clothes, with a big purple gold crown on his head, and four jade pendants around his waist, to show that he was very rich.
There are very few people in Jincheng County who don't know each other.
Jie Mucuo's only son, cymbal?? Bu. It is said that he is a cultivation genius. Although he is only about the same age as Chu Zheng, he has already been on the battlefield, and many of his subordinates have lost their lives.
Chu Zheng didn't know whether he had ever killed anyone on the battlefield, but there were countless people in Jincheng County who had been bullied and beaten by him. There are not only Han Chinese, but also Tibetans.
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Therefore, cymbal?? Bu is a dude.
"If the descendants of wildlings are worthy of being called dudes." Chu Zheng added contemptuously in his heart.
Zhang Changan kept his head buried, very silent. This is very inconsistent with his flamboyant temperament. But when Chu Zheng saw his bruised eyes, red and swollen eyes, scars on his face, and parted lips, he understood the reason.
With Zhang Changan's cultivation level, the normal bruises and swollen face can be recovered in just one night.
Therefore, Zhang Changan was beaten up this morning.
Only his father, Zhang Xun, could beat Zhang Changan like this in the entire Zhang family.
Zhang Xun was training Zhang Changan to succeed him, if not, Zhang Changan, who had always hated the Tubo people, would not have been allowed to follow Jie Mucuo's only son. It seems that Zhang Chang'an had strongly opposed it, and then he was beaten. Maybe I was unconvinced, but it didn't have an essential impact on the matter.
Today's Zhang Changan was dissatisfied in his heart, but his body had to obey. After a few years, his heart will gradually obey, whether he wants to or not. Chu Zheng heard the old Taoist say that the entire Jincheng County, the people of the four major Han families are like this.
"Chu Zheng! Today, I, the heroic descendant of the Tubo aristocrats, cymbal... Bu, will make your business impossible!"
He kicked and stepped on the stool, pointing at Chu Zheng's arrogant yelling, "Come on, Chu Zheng! Fight against the powerful enemy of your destiny, the brave and fearless Tubo warrior, He-Bu! Today's day This battle will definitely make you remember your whole life!"
Chu Zheng put down the spatula in his hand, and walked out from behind the stall with an indifferent expression.
When cymbal Bu retracted his feet, bowed his body, and looked at him like a wolf, Chu Zheng punched him on the bridge of the nose.
There was a scream.
A moment later, Chu Zheng Bu was lying on the edge of the table, and Chu Zheng rode on him and punched him fiercely. The cry was worse than that of killing a pig, causing passers-by to look sideways, stop, and point and discuss.
Chu Zheng felt comfortable with the beating, so he shook his fist. Without changing his face, he got off from the cymbal?? Bu, walked back to the stall leisurely, and continued to stand straight behind the water vapor with a blank expression.
Cymbal Bu, whose face was covered in blood, raised an arm, immediately stopped the followers who wanted to get back the scene for him as usual, covered his nose with one hand and cursed: "A group of idiots, What are you looking at, why don’t you help me up?! Ouch, my nose... "
Cymbal?? Bu was helped up by his attendants, pointed at Chu Zheng from a distance, and angrily said "you wait", and yelled, he was helped to leave the soup cake stall with a limp.
From the beginning to the end, Chu Zheng didn't pay attention to this Tubo aristocratic boy who, like Zhang Chang'an, often came to beat him up.
But when Zhang Changan turned to leave, he still couldn't help shouting nervously: "Xiaodong!"
He has something to say.
But Zhang Changan, who still remembered the "feud" yesterday, didn't intend to listen.
Seeing them disappear at the intersection, Chu Zheng's eyes were full of sadness.
Before entering the house, Cymbal Bu waved his hand, impatiently telling Zhang Changan to get out of here. After Zhang Changan turned around, He Bu called him again and asked him to tell his sister that when she came over tomorrow, she had to dress up nicely, otherwise she would definitely not let him go... Father!
Zhang Changan left without saying a word.
Cymbal Bu let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and cursed at the attendants beside him, telling them to help him in quickly, and to find medicine to treat his injuries. He also threatened that if his handsome face was destroyed, he would break the legs of you trash.
As soon as he entered the Chuhuamen, he stopped turning his legs, cursing and cursing, and his face didn't distort. He stood upright, as serious as a statue, and there was no trace of dandyism on his body anymore.
Because in the yard, Jie Mu wrongly looked at him.
"Come here!" Jie Mucuo said coldly, then turned and entered the hall.
With a broken face, Cymbal Bu followed into the hall step by step with the sadness of a strong man gone forever.
Jie Mu sat on the main seat by mistake, staring at the only son standing in the hall, the angry flames in his eyes seemed to burn the cymbals to ashes.
After a while, Jie Mucuo suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "How many times have I told you, don't go to that Han family who sells soup cakes, why are you so stupid like a stone on the plateau, just don't Listen? Every time you get beaten up like an idiot, you lose all the dignity of a Tubo warrior, and you still don’t know how to repent!"
Cymbal? Bu curled his lips secretly, thinking that if you didn't say that, I wouldn't go to him yet.
"Father, why can't I call a helper when I beat up the Han family who sells soup and pancakes? If I can let the helper come, I will suffer every time? I broke his leg long ago and threw him into the stinky ditch Already!" Cymbal Bu said aggrieved.
Jie Mucuo hated iron but said: "You can call a helper, but he can't? If he calls his master, it's hard to say whether I can keep my head!"
Cymbal? Bu was astonished. This was the first time he had heard that someone could threaten Jie Mucuo's life, "Father, you are a servant of the Moon God. With a large army in hand, you still can't subdue two Han people who are like sheep?!"
"Shut up! What do you know?!" Jie Mucuo was furious, and he slapped the table, causing the wooden table to shatter.
Seeing that Jie Mucuo was angry, his legs trembled with fright, and he could barely stand, so he dared to say more.
Jie Mucuo sighed, and said earnestly: "How many times have I told you, don't underestimate the Han people. The force they once possessed and the brilliance they created are beyond your imagination! If you really anger them, it will be Disaster for us all!"
Cymbal?? Bu obviously dissatisfied, but dare not say more.
How can Jie Mucuo not know what his son was thinking, shook his head, and continued: "The Tubo warriors are the most powerful group of individuals in the world. No one is our opponent when fighting alone, and the Han people are also the most powerful. No. Warriors born on the plateau are born with this capital. But if a thousand Tubo people face off against a thousand Han people, the Han people will definitely win!
"If the size of the Han people reaches more than 10,000 and they form a complete army, as long as their generals are not idiots and don't make simple mistakes, they will definitely be the most terrifying existence in the world, and even Kunlun Mountain will bow their heads in front of them!
"Once upon a time, when the Tang Dynasty was at its peak, as long as their generals were not stupid, their army was invincible! The ancestors of Tubo have already proved this with their blood and lives. The land of Qinghai and the cities of the Western Regions have all witnessed this, no matter how simple it is. But it makes sense!"
Cymbal?? Bu opened his mouth wide, he couldn't believe it, such words of aggravating others' ambitions and destroying his own prestige would come from his own father who has a high cultivation base and extraordinary combat power, and is almost impossible to be defeated.
Cymbal Bu blurted out: "But didn't we capture Chang'an? The Tang people can't even keep the royal city, so what's so scary?"
Jie Mucuo snorted coldly: "Occupied for dozens of days, he was kicked out, don't you know?"
Cymbal Bu
Jie Mucuo solemnly warned: "You must remember that the Han people must not be united! If they are united, there is something called Han civilization, which will make them the most terrifying existence in the world! To their enemies! Say, that's the devil, it's a nightmare!
"We captured Chang'an, but that was when the Tang people were in civil strife! But even at that time, in just a few dozen days, they only managed to unite a limited army and drove us out! Knowing this is Why? It’s because of that thing called Han civilization!”
The young cymbal?? Bu could not understand this.
But he still grasped the key point repeatedly emphasized by Jie Mucuo: "Han civilization? Father, what is that?"
Jie Mucuo looked reverent, but he was a little confused, "I can't tell. You just need to know that the Han civilization will allow the Han people to have the most advanced weapons, the most reasonable and most powerful army configuration, and even the most powerful army. A warrior who is not afraid of death, a general who possesses the most wisdom and courage... No one in the world can match these.
"With these Han people, as long as there is no civil strife, no one can win!"
Speaking of this, Jie Mucuo smiled again, a fox-like smile, "However, the Han people always like civil strife, and sometimes there will be civil strife for hundreds of years, and sometimes there will be great chaos for hundreds of years.
"I heard from the great master that the emperors and officials of the Han people are most concerned about not how strong their country becomes and whether they can defeat enemies outside the country, but to maintain their rule so that ordinary Han people will be willing to be ruled by them." exploit.
"Just like Wen Mobu, and those bald donkeys who believe in Shimen, preach the same teachings. This life is suffering, this life is sinful, and piously pray for the afterlife. How can there be an afterlife? The reason for saying this is just to let those stupid ordinary people People, endure the exploitation of powerful officials, forget to resist.
"So, the average Han people actually live a miserable life, they don't even have enough to eat, and even in the most glorious time of the Han Dynasty, some people died of starvation.
"Do you know what the Han civil servants like to say most? The swords enter the warehouse, and the horses release Nanshan. Haha, although I don't know where Nanshan is, I still can't help laughing every time I hear this sentence. No Without weapons and horses, what do they use to defend against our invasion? Do they rely on reasoning? Haha, I really laughed to death!"
Cymbal?? Bu mind even more confused.
He said in a daze, "The Han people are really strange."
Jie Mucuo nodded in agreement, "It's really strange. I really don't know what kind of Han people like this will become in the future."
Cymbal Bu? Get stronger!
"If the civil officials mentioned by my father are powerful, and the Han emperor becomes that kind of person, then the Han people will become sheep who endure hardships, endure hardships, and can't hold weapons! In the end, we will occupy their land. On their bones, build our kingdom!"
Jie Mucuo was startled, and immediately praised: "It makes sense!"
Cymbal? Bu disturbed his head, "But father, what does this have to do with me not being able to call a helper and breaking the leg of that soup cake stand boy?"
Jie Mucuo suddenly became angry: "I have been talking for a long time, just to tell you, don't provoke the Han people, let them become united, and don't provoke those wise and courageous beings among the Han people! After our ancestors captured Chang'an, who took them away?" Driven out by the army? Guo Ziyi! The master who sells soup and cakes at Hanjiazi is someone like Guo Ziyi!"
Cymbal? Bu finally understood and nodded quickly.
Jie Mucuo sighed, his eyes became kind, and his voice became gentle, "I was originally just a young man grazing on the plateau. Although I was a relative of the tribal leader, I was often hungry and poorly clothed. It was a civil strife among the Han people. It gave us a chance to get out of poverty.
"According to the will of the Moon God, I came to Lanzhou. After a lot of hard work, I gradually gained my status today. You have to remember that when the Han people were in civil strife, we had the opportunity to plunder wealth, women, and slaves from them. Once the Han people are united, they will go as far as they can!
"I killed more than 700 Han people the day before yesterday. Why didn't I dare to kill more? If I killed too many, the Han people would fight back in desperation. So I can't kill too many, as long as it has the effect of establishing power. These days, I will continue to kill the Han people The leading figure in the book makes other Han people fear!
"Until one day, the Han people get used to our existence and our supremacy, just like they are used to their own emperors and officials, that is the time when Tubo's rule is truly stable and the Luna Kingdom controls the Han people! This day will not be too long Yes, as long as the attack of King An of the Tang Dynasty is blocked this time, and the Han people are completely disappointed in the Tang Dynasty, this day will come soon!
"At that time, the members of the Zhang family will be willing to be your minions, instead of just being forced by the situation like Zhang Xun is now!"
After finishing these words, Jie Mucuo stared at the cymbal?? Bu.
Cymbal?? Bu is still very smart, and he understood most of it in an instant, and immediately expressed that he must obey his teachings, "That kid Zhang Changan, one day, he will become my loyal dog!"
Jie Mu smiled in relief.
"Okay, you go to heal your wounds, I'm going to kill people! Kill those prominent figures in the restless Han people!"
...
In the past few days, Chu Zheng's business has been getting worse and worse.
There is only one reason, the number of Han people in Funingfang is decreasing.
They are all well-known figures on weekdays, and they often declare to everyone that once the master Wang arrives, they will be young and strong to fight for the Great Tang.
These people were gone, the rabbits died, the foxes were sad, the eagles died and the birds were frightened, and the others dared not even go out the gate, for fear that their own heads would suddenly pile up in the middle of the main street.
Her son was forcibly conscripted to serve as a servant in the Tubo army, and Granny Zheng, who never came back, has not appeared on the street corner to sell vegetables for several days. Even the old woman who often shoddy and treats money like her life is unwilling to show her face. One can imagine the mentality of other people.
The porter is iron plate, and Chen Blind, who has business fortune-telling but not begging, has not come to eat soup cakes in the past two days.
Therefore, Chu Zheng's mood became worse and worse.
He felt that a large group of invisible clouds was hanging over Jincheng County, with thunder and lightning flickering in the middle from time to time. But lightning only kills Han Chinese.
The water vapor in the iron pot was already rising, and through this layer of water vapor, Chu Zheng could no longer see the pedestrians coming and going on the street. The empty streets, only the wind and sand still exist, and the Han people who pass by occasionally are also in a hurry, like thieves.
The Tibetans are different.
The few Tubo people in Funingfang still come to eat soup cakes, the birds chirping and laughing louder, the posture of stepping on the bench is more arrogant than before, and the money for soup cakes, which has never been short, is not even given now .
The Han people in Jincheng County are now street rats.
Not really, but they all think they are street rats.
Therefore, they chose to hide in their homes and shiver, unwilling to show their heads.
Chu Zheng had to admit that what Master said was right, relying on these ordinary people would not accomplish anything. There was nothing wrong with him rejecting Zhang Changan.
The Tubo people in Jincheng County are becoming more and more domineering. Not only the Han people fear them, but the Tuyuhun and Qiang people also avoid them like snakes and scorpions.
The atmosphere in the air is too oppressive, breathing into the lungs makes people feel uncomfortable from the heart.
Chu Zheng went out of the stall as usual, even if only one Han neighbor came to patronize.
But in the end, not a single Han diner was left. Mrs. Wei, the most diligent lady who took advantage of the little one, no longer came to tease him.
In the end, only the Tubo people who did not pay still appeared in front of Chu Zheng.
Making soup cakes for them made Chu Zheng feel uncomfortable, from the depths of his soul, and even lost money.
The old Taoist asked him to suspend his business and rest.
But he still insisted on going out.
In Funingfang, there must have been a Han man standing upright with his spine straight.
If others can't do it, do it yourself.
Zhang Chang'an, since that day when he accompanied Gong Bu? Bu, he never came again. Chu Zheng went to Zhang's house to look for him twice in the afternoon, but the other party didn't see him.
Chu Zheng originally thought that breaking off diplomatic relations was just a joke, but now it seems that it has become a fact.
However, the reason for severing diplomatic relations was that Zhang Changan was resentful that Chu Zheng did not fight against the Tibetans with him. But now, Chu Zheng heard that Zhang Chang'an often followed Hebu Bu, going in and out of restaurants and brothels, just like his father Zhang Xun followed Jie Mucuo, with the same eagle-dog posture.
Chu Zheng's whole body was becoming numb.
Numbness is a self-protection reaction that is naturally produced because the heartache is too severe.
However, after numbness, it is not surrender, but greater anger.
At night, Chu Zheng lay on the hard plank bed, looked at the sea of stars outside the window, and decided to leave the city at dawn tomorrow.
This time, no matter what the master said, he would leave.
He can no longer bear this kind of life.
If he continued, he was worried that his dignity as a son of the Han family would be wiped out by reality.
He decided to go to the south, to find Master Wang, to find King An.
If Master Wang doesn't come, I'll be there, and if I go, Master Wang will be there. To welcome King An, it is better to go to King An.
After the plan was made, Chu Zheng stood up like a carp, got up from the bed, and started to pack the package. A change of clothes, dozens of copper coins, this is all his net worth. The extra money turned into yellow soup and entered the stomach of the old Taoist.
Chu Zheng gently pushed the door open, turned around and carefully closed the door, and took a last look at Master's room. He tightened his pack tightly, intending to leave Funingfang overnight, to wait for the city gate to open after dawn, and he would leave as soon as possible.
He couldn't stand it for a moment!
When he stretched out his hand to pull open the latch of the courtyard door, a sudden abnormal sound made Chu Zheng's body freeze there.
It wasn't Master's voice, and it didn't come from behind, but the night sky above.
Chu Zheng looked up in astonishment, and was surprised to find that under the sea of stars in the night sky, a comet had fallen on Jincheng County!
No, that's not a comet, but Changhong!
There are monks in the real world, coming to Jincheng County!
Before Chu Zheng could react, a rumbling sound of spiritual energy explosion came from the direction of the south city wall, as violent as a snow mountain collapsing.
"It's Master Wang?! It's King An?! They're here?!"
Chu Zheng immediately felt hot all over, tears almost came out of his eyes.
Tears never came to my eyes, but his body has already taken the door away!