The Song army camp outside the city,

Late at night, in a quiet and peaceful state, silver moonlight shines on the ground, and the sad chirping of crickets everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air, weaving a soft net, covering all the scenery. What the eyes touch is the things covering this soft net, no matter how grass and tree are, it is not as realistic as in the daytime. They all have blurry and empty colors, and each hides its meticulous point, keeps its secrets, and makes people feel like dreams.

The siege that had been noisy for a day had now subsided, the night was getting thicker and thicker, and the hazy moonlight drooped, and the barracks had returned to peace. Most of the soldiers had begun to rest. Except for a few patrols, there was no trace of people moving in the barracks.

In the king's tent, King Song was wearing military uniform and did not rest.

The curtain was rolled open, and he sat in the tent with his hands behind his back, and his vision could see Chang'an City in the darkness ahead.

Looking at the behemoth in the night and looking at the Chang'an City, a trace of indescribable pleasure emerged in King Song's eyes.

The Tang Kingdom is about to be destroyed, and the once powerful and arrogant Tang Kingdom is about to be finished.

After a long time, Wang Song moved his eyes and looked up at the sky. Looking at the boundless night sky, his eyes were blank and he fell into memories.

Looking back on the past, he was just a slut. Everything was fine, but if nothing unexpected happened, he would live like this. In the end, when his father died, he would be the throne of Song Hou and continue to be so confused. However, he was destroyed by Tang State. Song State was destroyed by Tang State and his father Song Hou died. He also became a prisoner under the ranks and lost everything. From a noble son to a slave. The strong contrast made him unable to bear it, and he once thought about committing suicide.

When he took action, he was stopped by the guards. He committed suicide several times and failed to do so.

He was escorted from the remote Song land to Chang'an, and the King of Tang pardoned him and asked him to take the title of Song Marquis. This majestic city and the strange scene made him realize what prosperity is and extinguished his desire to die in his heart.

Although he was the Marquis of Song, the State of Song had been destroyed, and he only had a title and was highly excluded by the State of Tang.

Mocking and oppression have never been cut off for a day since he came to Chang'an.

I also remember my own dilemma in those years. Under the pressure of the Tang State, I was trembling and silenced, like a servant, servile and complacent. I was instructed by the Tang State that no matter how unreasonable it was, I had to try my best to do everything I could.

At that time, I was in a panic, fearing that someone would find a reason to kill.

The death intention of the past faded away, and became afraid of death.

That was because he was unwilling to accept the hatred of the country and the hatred of destroying the family at that time, and he had to repay it. He wanted to leave a useful body to wait for the time being.

It is not someone he is really close to, so it is difficult to understand his pain and hardship over the past few decades. Every day when he dreams at midnight, he often sweats in a cold sweat and is frightened by nightmares.

Fortunately, all these have passed. At this moment, he has defeated the formerly arrogant and arrogant Tang Kingdom, leaving only an isolated city.

In his eyes, he recalled what he had done in recent decades and thought of the day that changed his destiny. He wandered around the streets, but he accidentally met a Taoist. He still remembered that sentence.

"The posture of dragon and phoenix, the appearance of the sun,"

He was so scared that he was sweating in a cold sweat. He drew his sword and was about to kill the Taoist man, but he found that he had disappeared and only one sentence was passed down to his ears.

"Tang is the virtue of earth, Song is the virtue of wood, wood overcomes earth, and it is the will of heaven to prosper Song and destroy Tang."

"The Song Hou Yuanlang changed to Kuangyin, and he will surely inherit the will of heaven, raise troops to destroy the Tang Dynasty."

Many people heard this, and he did not dare to stay in Chang'an for a long time. On that day, he fled in a hurry and returned to Song. There were only seven generals in his family. He raised an army to fight against the Tang Dynasty. After only one death, he changed Zhao Yuanlang to Zhao Kuangyin according to what the Taoist said.

The Tang Dynasty conquered, defeated the first battle, defeated the second battle, or won the third battle.

In just a short time, the scene of sweeping across the Song Kingdom, and the memory of him finally freezes the scene of millions of soldiers under his command, leaving the east, sweeping across the eastern land, and surrounding Chang'an.

Thinking of the people of Tang who were either frowning or frightened and frightened, King Song almost wanted to laugh out loud.

Looking back to the past, the Tang Kingdom was strong and powerful, and it was overwhelming the country, and it was powerful to suppress the country, and those who did not follow the enemy would destroy the country. But after thinking about it, in just a few decades, it has fallen to the current situation?

Chang'an, the General's Mansion!

The night is like a thick ink inkstone, so deep that it cannot be melted. It is also like a navy blue curtain, dotted with shining stars, making people deeply intoxicated.

In the blurred night, in a spacious house, an old man with silver hair was sitting upright with his head hanging down, his eyes hanging down, his face was expressionless, and he was silent.

At the bottom of it, there was a Taoist sitting upright.

The Taoist has silver temples and a linen robe. He is thin and has a humble and jade-like breath.

"It is reasonable that the Tang Kingdom will be destroyed. My king raised an army with orthodoxism, and the world will be invincible."

"Indeed! Since four hundred years ago, the Tang State has been atrocities and acted against the enemy. Chen State has protected the Tang State for many years, but what crime has it been? He actually launched an army to attack? King Chen is kind and admired by the world. How innocent is the whole clan killed. Others include Jing State, Wei State, Wu State........... They are all destroyed by the Tang State. In recent decades, they have used force to coerce the world and created boundless evils without cultivating cultural virtues. From then on, they have lost their hearts. Now it is the time when everyone is betrayal and divorced. People's hearts are so far behind. How can the Tang State be invincible?"

Sitting next to the old man, there was a middle-aged man who was not handsome and could vaguely see similarities with the old man. He stood up and said to the old man.

"The people's hearts are against each other, this is too false."

"The former kings are merciful and do everything themselves. There are no mistakes in all matters, and today's kings are wise and decisive. The people love and the ministers admire them. How can all betray their relatives and divorce?"

"Although the Tang Dynasty is about to end, and it is defeated again and again, how can we see people who surrender to the enemy and sell off? How can we start to talk about the betrayal of relatives?" The old man opened his lips. Looking at his nephew, his eyes were cold and his face was covered with evil spirits.

"I will be greatly favored by the first generation of Tang kings, so how could I surrender and make a betrayal,"

"The general destroyed countless countries, worked hard and made great contributions, and he would have long paid back."

"Yes, for so many years, we don't owe the Tang Kingdom. Today, the King of Song soldiers surrounded Chang'an. The disaster of destroying the country is right in front of us. Don't you think about Dalang for a moment?" the middle-aged man preached.

"I am thinking about Dalang, how do you know that Tang State will definitely be defeated?"

"The pictures in the altar are filled with light and auspicious energy bursts out. This is a sign that the national teacher will return. In the battle between the Tang and Song dynasties, the final outcome is not sure who will die," the old man opened his mouth and spoke in a deep voice.

"I admit that the national teacher has extraordinary abilities and changed Ping to Tang back then. The Tang Kingdom flourished and rose in the East. But today the generals look down on him too highly,"

"The five virtues flow. This is the will of heaven. Tang is the virtue of earth, Song is the virtue of wood, wood overcomes earth, and the five virtues are in harmony with each other,"

"To put it in detail, if the King of Song had just risen thirty years ago, if the national army led the troops to attack, then there was still a possibility of destroying the King of Song. Now, the Tang Kingdom only has an isolated city left. The King of Song swallowed the entire territory of the Tang Kingdom. As long as he captured Chang'an, he would be able to achieve his full success."

"With one city, a country,"

"Who can accomplish this move? It would be fine if the national tutor didn't come. It was just taking on the power of Tang Mie's backlash. If the national tutor came, he would definitely die," the Taoist said firmly without any hesitation.

"The Huanglong formation in Chang'an City has been broken, and the residual formation can only be barely maintained. In today's battle, the city wall has been severely broken. In tomorrow's battle, it is inevitable to break the city."

"The general needs to think carefully. The one who has the upper hand now is my Song King, who will destroy the city and destroy the Tang Dynasty, tomorrow."

"This is not that the King of Song is at a disadvantage and asks the General, but that the General is asking for the King of Song in my family. If you don't surrender tonight, you will surrender again tomorrow, which is a completely different result," Taoist changed his gentleness before, and looked at the old man's eyes becoming sharper, and said aggressively.

"What else is my uncle thinking?"

"How can my uncle not know the situation in Chang'an City? He will definitely not persist tomorrow. If he surrenders after the city is broken, the status he has gained in front of King Song is completely different. For Dalang, he is still young and has a bright future," the middle-aged man continued to speak after the Taoist's words and explained to the old man with a heartfelt advice.

"Four hundred years ago, I was not the personal guard of Pinghou. When I saw the national teacher in Pingcheng, my fairy character was heartbreaking. My status has been rising over the past few hundred years. From a lieutenant to a general, I have never forgotten the ability of the national teacher,"

"Although what you said is reasonable, these are not enough,"

"I will know that you are a member of the Xuanmen who is good at seeing the qi. Whether the Tang Kingdom is about to be destroyed and will be destroyed. I will see the Tang Kingdom's dragon energy with my own eyes before making a decision," the old man said quietly.

"Please wait for the general,"

"Although I am proficient in the art of looking at the qi, the war is now critical, and evil spirits are everywhere, and I have to spend more time," the Taoist stood up and said, then took out a few small flags from his space and inserted them directly on the ground. The ground paved with blue bricks was like tofu.

A golden light burst out from the small flag and gathered together in a blink of an eye, like a torrent.

The painting of the void is filled with the scenery of Chang'an City, and it is finally located in the palace.

A dragon pillar leads straight to the sky, a real dragon entrenches up, and yellow scales are constantly alive. With the Taoist's viewing, the dragon's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, broke away from their eyes, and a flash of cold light, staring at the Taoist directly.

Puchi, a mouthful of blood was spit out of the Taoist mouth,

The portrait disappeared, the Taoist looked frightened and shouted unwillingly, "How is that possible?"

"The Tang Kingdom is just an isolated city left. How could it be a real dragon?"

"The dragon energy should collapse and not become a dragon, otherwise how could the King of Song be able to surround Chang'an as powerful as a bamboo shoot?"

The Taoist kept waving his arms, but at this moment he was already crazy. His expression was excited and his madness were fully displayed. The scene just now completely broke all the cognition in his heart.

This is the worldview being subverted, it is like, suddenly one day someone tells you that you are not a human at all, you are a pig.

The sense of subversiveness is definitely bigger than this description, and it will definitely not be smaller.

Practicing Taoism, practicing Taoism, some cognitions have been deeply rooted in people's hearts and fixed in their hearts. For example, after practicing, the original thunder tribulation is the thunder tribulation, but one day you discover that the thunder god is the demon pill, such facts will definitely break your cognition and become crazy, especially the rupture of the heart of Taoism, which can be severely injured at the least, and it will be done at the worst.

The Taoist was crazy for a while, and suddenly calmed down and said mutteringly, "No, I saw it wrong just now, I will look at it again this time,"

As he told, his body was calm, but there was a little crazy in his eyes.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he spewed out blood, and once again watched the yellow real dragon that was often like a living.

This time, he saw a green real dragon. Two dragons were fighting, but the one that prevailed was a green real dragon, but a yellow real dragon. He swung his tail and repelled the green real dragon. He bit the green real dragon in one bite and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

At a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, the green true dragon is shrinking and deteriorating.

The claws of the green real dragon are degenerating. With the last whine, he abandoned half of his body, but escaped, but he could no longer maintain the shape of the real dragon and degenerated into a green dragon.

The picture is a bit blurry and it is not real to see it, but the general meaning is undoubtedly revealed, and the Taoist eyes are even more frightened.

"What's wrong? Not only is it a real dragon, it even swallowed the other party and made it degenerate into a green dragon. Wood overcomes earth. This is the circulation of the five elements. How could it be wrong?" The Taoist went completely crazy, and kept telling each word after another.

"I am the king's kindness in the world, how can I betray it? The city will be destroyed tomorrow, but I will die." The old man jumped up from his seat, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and a knife was slashed at the Taoist.

The sword energy is radiant and thunder is contained, as fast as lightning.

After a knife, a head rose directly into the sky, and blood splattered everywhere. The old man grabbed the Taoist's head, put away his long sword, and said to the middle-aged man beside him. "The scene just now is completely forgotten,"

“What my uncle said is very good.”

"No, no, no, this won't work. Take him, go to the palace and tell the king that you were deceived by the thief and were confused for a moment, so he let him enter Chang'an. But when he thought of the thief's kindness, he suddenly woke up and had killed the thief. He came to apologize," the old man threw his head into the middle-aged man's hand and said.

"Uncle, I?" the middle-aged man said hurriedly when he heard that he wanted to take the initiative to apologize.

"Don't think about hiding. Now the situation is reversed. It must be that the national tutor is back. Your affairs cannot be hidden. I don't want the king to settle the score after the autumn. You must go,"

"Okay," the middle-aged man responded,

There are some tricks today. I originally planned to make more and more happen. I was going to get out of here. I also got up in the morning. This chapter was written very early and was finished around noon. I was going to restore the chapters of 3,000 words, but I was just typing in Taoist words and it was just a big deal. These chapters were written very well. Unfortunately, a friend suddenly came to the house and pulled me away, saying that he was going to get together. Okay, in other words, it was going out to drink.

Drinking is a mistake. The Taoist has done it many times. This time it is not much different from the past. It is just that the Taoist plans to break out, so he got up a little earlier and wrote this chapter. So it is no problem to update it normally today.

The only thing that is the outbreak,
Chapter completed!