Liang Wangsun will not participate in this war, at least at the beginning, but he has to express his attitude, so he left a sentence and a name.
That name represented half of the property of Prince Liang's Mansion and Liang Hongzhuang, a master of the Star Gathering Realm.
Liang Wangsun has already obtained the appointment of the military department through Mo Yu. The place Liang Hongzhuang is going to is Yonglan Pass. He will definitely become a general, and he will stay in a safer place on the battlefield, but the general will die in a hundred battles, not to mention that this is destined to be a long-lasting battle across the day, who can guarantee that he will come back alive
Moreover, Liang Hongzhuang knew her temperament, and she was convinced that it might be difficult to come back alive after this trip.
The so-called going to death is like this, but before that, there are still some wishes unfulfilled, for example, those people are still alive.
Over the years, his relationship with Xunyang City Guard, Archbishop and others has been very good.
Although his relationship with Liang Wangsun is very ordinary, he is a member of Liang Wangfu after all, and the big shots in Xunyang City always want to give him some face.
All of this for today.
Liang Hongzhuang had already made preparations to kill all these people tonight.
He knew the preferences of these people, and he had done a lot of writing on the bull candles, wall paintings, red lanterns, and food.
Not to mention, there are still several ex-Tianji Pavilion assassins that he hired with a lot of money hidden in the night.
When Xu Yourong saw the red lantern, he felt the fleeting murderous intent, so he frowned.
In the end, Liang Hongzhuang changed her mind. Until a long time later, no one knew why, and there was no way to know.
In the coming summer, there will be a breakout battle on the grassland, and he will die under the steel hammer of the Ninth Demon General.
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Sitting at the table and looking at his own face in the mirror, Chen Changsheng sighed as he thought about the story Liang Hongzhuang hadn't finished telling.
There was a rustling sound behind him, and he looked back, only to see a graceful figure in the gauze curtain, and the light flower pattern on the white underwear could be faintly seen.
He hurried over and tidied up the bedding on the floor so that it would not be in the way.
Xu Yourong got out of bed, washed up briefly, put on an unbuttoned shirt, went to the window and pushed it with both hands.
The morning breeze entered the window and fell on her face, blowing her slightly damp black hair.
There is also spring in the house.
The room is full of spring.
Looking at this picture, Chen Changsheng naturally thought of many years ago.
It was also a beautiful spring day in this inn.
He yelled to the entire Xunyang City, Li Shan's Junior Martial Uncle Su Li is here.
The wind and rain came suddenly, and there were bloody battles.
He didn't need to yell these words today, and being with Xu Yourong is of course much more enjoyable than being with Su Li.
The most important difference is that the human race at that time was divided, whether it was between the old and new factions of the state religion, or between the Empress Tianhai and the Chen royal family, and the biggest crack was between the north and the south. Even a benevolent man like the Pope , all want to kill Su Li, let alone others.
Now it is completely different.
Luoyang took the initiative to send Huo Yunlin to Congzhou, but Xue He remained silent.
Prince Liang's family moved away, but left half of the family's wealth. In the end, Liang Hongzhuang didn't kill anyone, and went directly to Yonglan Pass.
The hatred is still there, the rift is still there, but it is nothing.
The current human race is united like never before.
Everyone knows that the Great Zhou Dynasty is about to make a northern expedition—after hundreds of years, the human race will once again launch an attack on the demon race. Snow Old City, completely defeated the opponent, and then conquered the opponent.
In the face of such a war, nothing matters, whether it is a personal enmity thousands of years ago or a conflict between ideas.
This is the case for generations to come.
Xu Yourong didn't look back, she squinted her eyes, looking at the spring scenery in Xunyang City, like a rabbit that just woke up, a little cute.
"You stayed in Baidi City for such a long time, how did you talk about it?"
On the winter solstice of last year, the mission of the State Church left the capital and traveled tens of thousands of miles to the Demon Realm, and Pope Chen Changsheng was in the team.
It wasn't until the day before yesterday, when spring was deep and Xiao Zhang was about to return, that Chen Changsheng left on a white crane.
There have been more than a hundred days in between.
Chen Changsheng said: "Although there are precedents for everything, after all, it has been hundreds of years. It is not difficult to get Baidi to agree to join forces, but the details are very troublesome."
Xu Yourong said: "It seems to be more difficult than fishing on the Red River."
When she said this, there was no expression on her face.
But everyone knows what kind of emotion she wants to express.
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng was taken aback, vaguely understanding why she had been so indifferent from the night before to today, but for a moment he didn't know how to explain it.
The next moment, he suddenly remembered Tang Thirty-Six's advice, his expression changed slightly and he shouted: "Look, there are kites in the sky."
Xu Yourong raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the sky outside the window, only to see that there was nothing else in the blue sky.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward quickly, and hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her, just right.
"I won't let go."
"The whole continent is so united, how can we divide?"
"The north and the south merge, and the church and religion are unified, all pointing at us."
"You just go with it."
"Or, I followed you."
Xu Yourong raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't speak.
What should be an emotion of disgust, but under the sunshine of spring, why does it appear coquettish and infinite
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Dawn and drizzle, come back to this old place, where people escape alone.
Looking at Kyoto from a distance of more than ten miles, the convoy was divided into two columns, one column went to Beijing along the Luoshui River, and the other column went to the distant place.
The distance of Kyoto is not other places in the mainland, but Luoyang. This is a very poetic way of saying.
Many years ago, Chen Changsheng passed by Luoyang when he was going from Xining Town to Kyoto, but he did not enter the city at that time.
It is not easy to live in Luoyang, the inns there are recognized as expensive.
This was Chen Changsheng's first visit to Luoyang, and also his first visit to Changchun Temple.
This was the first time in ten years that he saw his master, Shang Xingzhou.
In the first battle of the Orthodox Academy, Shang Xingzhou retreated to Luoyang and lived in Changchun, ten years ago.
The past is over, but it is not like the wind. The human race is extremely united now, but there are always some cracks between certain people and things.
The deepest and most important crack was naturally between Chen Changsheng and Shang Xingzhou.
Shang Xingzhou has ignored political affairs for many years, but he is still alive, so he represents a side of power, or many beliefs.
The Taoists of Changchun Temple did not stop them, and calmly handed in Chen Changsheng's request for an audience.
So even though their viewer was killed by Liu Qing invited by Chen Changsheng ten years ago, they still maintained their courtesy towards Chen Changsheng without any hatred.
This kind of existence without emotion, or without subjective consciousness, is really scary.
Only Taoists like this can probably force Xiao Zhang into the snowfield, right
Chen Changsheng thought about it silently, and then got a response from Guanli.
A six or seven-year-old Taoist priest ran out from the Changchun Temple, panting and said: "The ancestor said, we don't see any visitors today!"
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hands to pinch the little Taoist priest's snowy red face, and said with a smile, "Tell Patriarch, this is about Baidi City."
No one stopped his footsteps anymore, it seemed that this sentence really meant something to Shang Xingzhou.
There are fields everywhere in Changchun Temple.
What is planted in the field is not rice, and the pine trees on the ridges are very beautiful, but it does not mean that what is planted in the field is scenery.
A faint breath enveloped the fields in early spring, and the dozens of temple sites in the Taoist temple used to be planted with medicinal herbs.
Under the leadership of the little Taoist priest, Chen Changsheng walked to the medicine field, picked up the medicine hoe beside the ridge, and started weeding and removing leaves.
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