"Wang Shou is dead?"

"yes!"

"That old dog!"

In the autumn wind, Chang Sheng, the real Miao Sheng on the high platform, was looking at Chang'an City in the distance.

The autumn weather is crisp and the visibility is quite high.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of Chang'an City.

“Who will take charge?”

"Zhao Sanfu is the supervisory censor and is in charge of the mirror stage." Jian Yun said.

"Supervising the Censor?" Chang Sheng said, "That's interesting."

Jian Yun said: "Master, the court has designated Yang Xuan as a traitor."

"After Pei Jiu's death, both emperors wanted to clean up Northern Xinjiang, but Pei Jiu had already made arrangements, and Huang Chunhui then stood between Chang'an and Northern Xinjiang, making Chang'an surrender.

The reason why the emperor did not take action was not because he was good at forbearance. He was a headstrong emperor. He felt that Huang Chunhui was old and wanted to wait for Huang Chunhui to grow old and take over the northern Xinjiang. But Huang Chunhui's black-tipped snake pulled Yang Xuan up.

, I finally gave the emperor a slap in the face."

A crane with black and white feathers danced beside it. Chang Sheng smiled and said, "Yang Xuan is more than 20 years old and less than 30 years old. He can kill the king of Yue! The emperor can't bear it!"

Jian Yun smiled and said: "The real person knows the emperor's temperament very well."

"That's a villain!" Chang Sheng said: "Over in Northern Xinjiang, Yang Xuan is planning a final blow against Bei Liao, and the emperor is also planning to give him a blow. Junior brother, the world is going to be in chaos."

Jian Yun looked at Chang'an City and said, "Yes."

"Do you still remember Qian Chen?" Chang Sheng asked.

"Remember!"

"In the old days of Chen's decline, it was the common people who took the lead. People who had no food and clothing would gather together to rebel. Then came the generals and officials." Chang Sheng gently turned his white hand, and the crane danced accordingly.

"Did the emperor not notice it?" Jian Yun has always been curious about this question.

"He has been hiding in the deep palace, never going anywhere, never going to the market, and he doesn't care about the life and death of the people. He thinks that as long as he has an army in hand, he can make the people of the world bow. Therefore, Yang Xuan must die!"

"But the Northern Xinjiang army is powerful!"

"The army in Southern Xinjiang is not bad either. By the way, I heard that the army in Northern Xinjiang is going to expand this time. The Duke of Qin has smelled something ominous!"

"Yes! It's probably Yang Xuan who is preparing to go south. As soon as this battle begins, Master, our opportunity will come."

"You should work harder and inspect the farms in Guanli. Remember, there are more and more refugees." Chang Sheng looked at his junior brother.

"Refugees have no food and clothing, so they will plunder. It is only natural that farms train their people to protect themselves." Jian Yun said sadly.

"It's good that you know." Chang Sheng said: "Let those close disciples go to all sides and lead them."

"yes!"

"Junior brother." Chang Sheng patted Jian Yun on the shoulder, "I always say that fate plays tricks on people. Now that the Tang Dynasty is declining, it is time to change dynasties again. Fortune will not care about people like ants, it will only

Favor us who are well prepared."

Jian Yun set off.

"How can a real person be as nice as an emperor!"

The Miao Sheng Zhenren stood on the top of the mountain, with the autumn wind blowing and his clothes fluttering, as if he were a fairy.

A Taoist came over quietly and said, "Master, the disciple who assassinated Huang Chunhui last time has successfully entered Northern Xinjiang."

"Huang Chunhui was assassinated, and the Beijiang Club searched for the assassin like a mad dog. No one in Beijiang could have imagined him."

"Master, do you want to continue taking action?"

"No need. The last time I assassinated Huang Chunhui, I just wanted to anger Yang Xuan and disrupt his wishful thinking of destroying Bei Liao first. I didn't expect that Huang Chunhui's old dog was hidden so deeply. He was old and dying in the open, but secretly

My cultivation is getting deeper and deeper."

"Then let this matter go?"

"Yeah! Put it down."

Chang Sheng turned around, "The emperor is waiting for the opportunity to march to the north. When the opportunity comes, he will dispatch the southern Xinjiang army to go north, and the Chang'an guards will also attack. By then, the Guanzhong will be empty, which is our opportunity to cause trouble!"

"Chang'an!"

Chang Sheng looked back and looked at a certain place in Chang'an City under the autumn sun with burning eyes, "I want to sit there!"

The leaves in Chang'an are still green, and the autumn wind in Taoxian County has blown

Leaves are falling.

The birds were storing food for the cold winter, which was very lively, but it made the swordsman have murderous intentions.

"swordsman!"

On the big tree in the yard, the swordsman quietly approached a bird. A Liang yelled. The bird discovered the swordsman, and its feathers flew up. It screamed at the swordsman, but refused to fly away.

"Swordsman!" A Liang waved, "Come down quickly!"

The swordsman stepped back as gracefully as a cat.

The bird watched it nervously until it went down and then entered the nest.

In the nest, several chicks raised their heads, opened their mouths and screamed desperately, asking for food.

This is a new guest.

The guest family is very well-behaved, and they started chirping after the host and hostess of the backyard got up in the morning.

"It's time to eat!"

Wang Laoer in the front yard shouted happily.

At home, Helian Yunshang covered his forehead and said, "Why does he go to eat with such peace of mind?"

The servant girl smiled and said, "Second brother, we feel like we are one family!"

Today's breakfast was a bit light, and A-Liang had some objections, "Mom, it's tasteless."

Zhou Ning said: "It is easy to get angry in autumn, so eat lighter."

"Light!" The second child likes to talk to adults recently like a parrot.

He also flicked the spoon, and the rare rice porridge was thrown all over Yang Xuan's face.

Yang Xuan slowly touched his face, Zhou Ning couldn't help laughing, and quickly got up and came over to wipe it for him, "Erlang didn't mean it."

Yang Xuan said helplessly: "I'm not angry, it's just a waste of food but it shouldn't be."

He had been hungry for several years. During those years, he crazily devoured everything he thought was edible, even grass roots.

Only those who have experienced long-term hunger will appreciate food from the bottom of their hearts.

Yang Erlang's meals were divided between heaven and earth, and the food wasted at each meal made Yang Xuan feel quite distressed.

"Raise some bastards!" Yang Xuan pulled a few grains of rice from his face and put it into his mouth.

"It stinks." Zhou Ning Aijie.

"The kids might like it." Yang Xuan turned around.

"I like it!" A Liang raised his hand.

After the meal, the rice grains were left to dry on the steps. According to Yang Xuan, after drying, they are still grains and can be fed with anything.

He changed his clothes and was about to go to Jiedu Envoy's Mansion. When he walked out of the door, he saw A Liang squatting beside him, looking at the other side with concentration.

Yang Xuan looked over and saw the bird pecking at the rice grains. After a while, it flew up to the big tree, and then heard the chirping of the chicks scrambling for the first place.

Yang Xuan looked up at the bird's nest and said with a smile, "Does Liang like the new guests?"

"I like it!" A Liang said, "Ah Ye, the master asked me to go to the mountain gate today."

"But something happened?" Yang Xuan asked.

"What did the master say he wanted to teach me?" A Liang thought for a while. "Cultivation."

Yang Xuan frowned slightly and heard Zhou Ning's voice from behind him, "What the master means is that A Liang's soul is very powerful. If his soul is too strong, he is afraid of something going wrong with his body."

"What secret skill?" Yang Xuan asked.

"The master has been thinking about it for half a month and found some of the gentlest secret techniques. He said that he doesn't ask for a high level of cultivation, but only wants A Liang to be strong."

These words appealed to Yang Xuan's taste, "You have to be cautious about this matter, but I can certainly trust you, Master."

"knew."

Zhou Ning smiled.

There was a hint in Yang Xuan's words - I trust Ning Yayun, but I added a word of caution in front of it, asking Ning Yayun to be more careful.

Of course, Yang Xuan could also teach his son by himself, but A Liang was not an ordinary child, and his powerful soul made him dare not take action.

Metaphysics has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and he has collected many good things. Ning Yayun has been in prison for many years, and playing the piano to eliminate inner demons is all about watching. His actions are naturally extraordinary.
To be continued...