Chapter 1962 Chaos of the Country
"嘤嘤......"
Xiao Wu looked down at the white fox in his arms.
She released her breath, and the white fox obviously recognized her.
It was the little fox she had raised at the old site of Lei Xiao Sect.
For fifteen years, Qin Sang has been in seclusion to meditate on the Thunder Altar. Both Suzaku and Luohou are a little afraid of her. On weekdays, she only has the small beasts released into the mountains by the spiritual formation to keep her company.
Among them, the one who has been with her the longest and is the most humane is the little fox.
Before leaving, Qin Sang asked her if she wanted to take the little fox with her, but Xiao Wu refused at that time. She didn't expect to meet again under such circumstances.
One person and one fox looked at each other.
The little fox's eyes were full of surprise, and he looked more spiritual than before.
Xiaowu stretched out his hand and gently touched the little fox's head.
"Chirp!"
The little fox barked and narrowed his eyes, looking quite comfortable and useful as always.
The mountain wind rustled through the forest.
The breeze is gentle, the warm sunshine shines on my body, and the sound of wind is in my ears.
It's like going back to the old days.
Xiao Wu's expression gradually softened. He looked around and took a moment to sense, and found that he had flown out of the Yan Kingdom without knowing it, and that he was in a strange land beneath him.
Where should we go next?
Xiaowu was silent for a moment, and already had a target - the capital of Yan State, the bank of Yuyao Lake, Qingyang Tea House.
As for the questions in her heart, there is no answer for the time being, but there is no need to be anxious. Maybe she can find an opportunity to solve all the doubts in the future.
White clouds linger.
Xiaowu rode on the clouds, holding the white fox in his arms.
From time to time, a fox chirps in the clouds, seeming to tell the story of its experiences over the years.
When I returned to Qingyang Tea House, the servants of the Qin Mansion were waiting here and rushed back to the house immediately.
Not long after, Yulang came in a hurry.
After learning the truth, Yulang's last bit of luck was shattered.
The master worked hard and devoted himself to serving the people. After death, his soul may have spiritual light and enter the Shinto.
But on the battlefield, unless it is received immediately after death, the fragile soul cannot stop the soaring blood energy and evil spirit, and will either be dispersed on the spot, or be infected and turn into an evil ghost.
Xiaowu handed Yulang the handwritten note left by Chen Zhenqing. It was just eight words. Yulang read it for a long time, and finally put it away carefully, stood up and said, "Senior sister, I'm leaving."
"Okay," Xiao Wu stood up and said goodbye. She sealed her and Bai Hu's cultivation and became mortals again.
After walking out of the teahouse, Yulang paused, looked in the direction of the imperial city, and said in a deep voice: "I will make Yan's national power far superior to that of Daliang. I will defeat them on the battlefield and pay homage to my master!"
The urgent news of his arrival in Beijing shocked the government and the public.
At the same time, various forces within the capital are also preparing to take action.
The timing of Daliang's dispatch of troops is so coincidental that it has to be thought-provoking.
At this moment, Yulang and the prince have noticed something strange. A storm is coming, and some things may be resolved in the near future.
Yulang tightened his robe, took a deep breath, and disappeared into the darkness.
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From that day on, the tea patrons of Qingyang Tea House discovered that a lazy white fox came from nowhere, sometimes lying on the lap of the proprietress, sometimes lying on the counter, accompanying the proprietress, lazily all day long, talking to the guests.
He didn't bother to pay attention to their teasing and cast them with contempt.
The tea drinkers enjoyed it endlessly because the white fox was full of intelligence and lovable.
However, the tea drinkers soon lost their focus on a white fox.
The news of the invasion of Daliang and the emergency at the border spread to the capital, causing people to panic.
In a short period of time, the Yan State lost eight prefectures in Luzhou in a row. The army of Daliang was overwhelming. The defenders of the Yan State retreated again and again. The entire Luzhou was on the verge of falling. Everyone in the nearby states was in danger and sent out urgent reports for help frequently. The situation became worse day by day.
One bad day.
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"It just so happened that at this time, the emperor's condition worsened and he was not involved in government affairs. After the memorial was handed in, there was no news and was left unpublished."
In the midst of his busy schedule, Yu Lang returned to the teahouse and, as before, told Xiao Wu unreservedly about Bo Yun's strange situation and his plan.
"Yan is in a difficult situation internally and externally, the prince's prestige is insufficient, all the princes have their own agendas, the courtiers are watching, and in the court hall, the princes are arguing endlessly, delaying the opportunity to fight!"
Yulang sighed softly, his voice slightly tired.
He is a cultivator of immortality, full of energy, and even though he is at the center of the whirlpool of power, he still feels powerless.
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"Beyond Daliang, other countries are also starting to make moves..."
"Finally decided to dispatch the army, but it's a pity that I can't lead the troops eastward myself!"
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"We have found clues. As expected, some of the princes must have colluded with each other and cooperated with each other inside and outside! Taking advantage of Yan's domestic and foreign troubles, he peeked at the throne!"
Yulang's tone was a little more cold.
"There was a change in the imperial palace. Tao Qi's imperial army was transferred into the imperial city at night, and there was almost no time to send out the news."
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An ordinary morning.
On the streets of the capital, many armored soldiers suddenly appeared, walking in a hurry, shuttling between the streets. The sound of armors rubbing against each other rattled on the streets.
Ordinary people felt the signs that the storm was coming and closed their doors and homes.
All the undercurrents under the water surface suddenly broke out on this day!
It was rumored afterwards.
That night, the imperial city was filled with flames that shot into the sky and continued all night long.
In the capital city, fires lit up everywhere, shouts of killing shook the sky, countless mansions were burnt down, and many houses were destroyed overnight.
The gates of the capital city were closed tightly, and the crossbow chariots were all ready and aimed at the outside of the city.
At some point, soldiers outside the city pressed down on the border, and the armor patterns on the soldiers were almost the same as those of the defenders on the city wall.
The war is about to break out.
We are both citizens of Yan State, and we are like enemies of each other.
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The next day.
At daybreak.
The capital city, which had been in chaos all night, returned to peace.
Yulang came to Qingyang Tea House covered in blood.
Outside the teahouse, he took off his armor, jumped into Yuyao Lake, washed away the bloody smell from his body, changed into ordinary clothes, and became a handsome young man again.
Xiao Wu hugged the little fox and walked down from the second floor.
"Success?"
"Success!"
Yu Lang affirmed, his expression was not filled with excitement, but rather a sense of relief.
He went down the mountain for many generations, traveled for one year, studied for three years, and served as an official for eleven years after passing the first prize. He did not dare to relax at all, worked step by step, and finally got to where he is today!
He is almost accustomed to the secular life. Every time he meets his senior sister, he will recall the past and remind himself of his true identity and origin.
"It's a pity that the third prince escaped, and some miscalculation revealed that he was the mastermind who colluded with Daliang. The second prince was exploited without knowing it. It's so sad!"
Yulang took a sip of tea, shook his head and sighed.
"The late emperor was wise and had made arrangements long ago. The emperor's succession to the throne was smoother than imagined. Because of this, the third prince retreated decisively when he saw an unfavorable opportunity. Many of his forces have not yet surfaced, so he will definitely not give up.
"However, the emperor has inherited the throne, has a legitimate name, and has the world at his heart. Even if the third prince confuses the public with his monstrous words and does not cause too much trouble, I am afraid that he will continue to collude with the Liang Kingdom and plot evil, and it is the people who will be harmed.
"Next, the Yan Kingdom is facing internal and external troubles. Tao Qi and I discussed that one person will stay in the capital and the other will go out to quell the rebellion."
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"inappropriate!"
In the royal study, the new emperor flatly rejected it.
"I know that I, your beloved, are both civil and military, and have good martial arts skills, but your sword has no eyes on the battlefield. Your beloved, you should live high in the temple and strategize! Lead your troops to quell the rebellion, expel foreign enemies, and have your own country, Duke, and others."
As expected, not long after the third prince escaped from the city, he raised a rebel flag in Yingzhou, which also bordered the Liang Kingdom in the north of Luzhou, and proclaimed himself emperor. He claimed that the false emperor was ambitious, imprisoned the late emperor, forged edicts, and assumed the throne improperly.
In addition to the third prince, there were also several princes who had escaped to respond in various states. For a while, a considerable momentum was formed, causing the people of Yan country to be in chaos.
Coincidentally, the Liang Kingdom invaded Yingzhou at this time, but suddenly stopped the offensive and stood still. It did not look like an enemy, but seemed to be showing off the power of the third prince.
After the court meeting, Tao Qi and Yu Lang were summoned by the emperor to the imperial study to discuss how to quell the rebellion.
Tao Qian took a step forward and said: "When you dismount your horse, you will be the prime minister; when you mount your horse, you will be the commander; you will be a good minister! The number one scholar is descended from the Wenqu star. Among the scholars, his prestige is rarely matched by others. When people in the world see the number one scholar appearing in front of the battle, they will know
What is orthodoxy and what is the evildoer who is causing chaos in the country? As the saying goes, those who are righteous will get many help, but those who are unjust will get few help. The rebels will be easily wiped out."
"I am willing to share the emperor's worries and do my best," Yulang also said.
The emperor took a few steps and sighed softly, "Qin Aiqing must be careful! The two beloved Qings are the pillars of the country. If one of my wings is broken, it is the loss of the Yan country and my loss!"
As he spoke, the emperor picked up a scroll of brocade and silk on the desk and said: "Mr. Chen Fu died for his country. I have always kept it in mind and decided to make a decree to post him as a loyal marquis. He will not be replaced hereditary. What do you think of your two beloved ministers?"
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The two of them were overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
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In the handsome tent.
Yulang was dressed in armor, sitting as straight as a bell, reading the secret reports and letters in front of him.
There were several people standing under the tent, all of them strong, smart and capable people.
One of them said angrily: "The surrender letter has been thrown into the city, but it was burned on the spot by the rebel guard. He dared to openly humiliate us! This person is stubbornly resisting and does not know whether to live or die. Please tell me when to attack the city!"
Yulang listened to his subordinate's report, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
He did not go directly to Yingzhou. The emperor ordered him to go elsewhere to quell the rebellion.
Other places are no better than Yingzhou, which has the strong reinforcements of the Liang Kingdom. It only has the trapped soldiers and the hastily gathered young men. The soldiers and armor are not complete.
He led the imperial army to come. Wherever the army went, the autumn wind should have swept away the fallen leaves, and the enemy defenders looked at the wind and fell.
The reality is very different from the imagination.
He personally led an army to attack Youyang's Mansion in the front, and two lieutenants each led an army. The three armies advanced together, but they all met with stubborn resistance.
Raising an army to rebel is a grave crime for the Yi people!
Now that Kaicheng has surrendered, we can forget about it, but the defenders of the three cities are not afraid of death.
It is impossible for the princes they follow to withstand the offensive of the imperial army. Unless the third prince leads an army from Yingzhou for reinforcements, they will definitely lose.
Suddenly, Yulang's heart moved slightly.
A mortal might not have thought of it, but he himself was a cultivator who had gone down the mountain for many generations. When he encountered something that was obviously unreasonable, he couldn't help but think deeply about it.
What kind of power makes the rebels not afraid of beheading?
Think of Tao Yu and myself.
If the Capital God of the Yan State allowed them to enter the world, would he let in other immortal cultivators and pretend to be mortals like them? At that time, Yulang felt that the Capital God was too casual.
With the jade pendants presented by the Lord of the City, even Brother Shi couldn't tell whether they were immortal cultivators or mortals unless he was willing to be exposed.
During the fight for the throne, Yulang found no officers and soldiers who were obviously immortal cultivators.
Come to think of it, within the imperial city, at the feet of the Capital God, no one dared to make a mistake.
Leaving the capital, worldly methods will not work. Finally, some people can no longer hold back, are they afraid that the world will not be in chaos?
Yulang frowned, but it was a pity that the senior sister claimed to be a cultivator, and Brother Shi claimed that he had encountered a bottleneck and had to retreat for a period of time.
Otherwise, if someone among the rebels leaks the identity of the cultivator, they will be able to find out immediately.
"Reporting to the general, in response to a secret report from the state, the puppet emperor's power suddenly weakened, and he chose to fortify the city. The Daliang Army in our Yan Kingdom also became hesitant. Not only did the Daliang Kingdom not send more troops, it seemed that they were secretly recruiting troops.
There are signs of returning to China, as if something happened in the country..."
Another secret letter arrived.
Yulang looked at the letters on the case.
This was expected.
The king of Daliang is several years older than the first emperor of Yan, and it is time for Long to control Bintian, so there will inevitably be a drama of fighting for the throne.
The emperor is thinking of treating others in their own way.
Yulang had been lamenting before that the king of Daliang was very cunning and planned to attack first, sending a large army to disrupt Yan. Daliang could concentrate on solving its internal problems, so as not to be taken advantage of by Yan.
The sudden thought made Yulang think more and more, and finally he almost broke into a cold sweat.
Is this battle for succession, which affects both countries, really as simple as it seems?
How many immortal cultivators are secretly involved, and what is their purpose? Like myself and Tao Qi, are they displaying their ambitions, playing games in the world of mortals, or have other agendas?
What is the purpose of the ghosts and gods of Yan State?
There is also Tao Qi’s master, who has never had a chance to visit. What’s the origin?
Yulang felt a little anxious inexplicably, so he stood up from the table and paced back and forth in the tent.
It was as if there was an invisible big hand that held him, Tao Qian, the emperor, the princes and officials, the common people, and the entire Yan Kingdom in its hands!
Yulang subconsciously opened his mouth.
There was always a dark cloud in the sky, like the ceiling of a military tent, which kept pressing down, getting lower and lower, making him breathless.
This cloud is the world of immortality!
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The world is in chaos.
The world of immortality is not peaceful either.
In the southwest of Yan State, there are dangerous mountains and deep ravines.
In the deep mountains and old forests, mist lingers like white clouds covering the mountain peaks, stretching as far as the eye can see. It disperses until noon every day and gathers again in the afternoon.
In the mist, there were several figures flying slowly and slowly.
Under their feet is a bamboo leaf-shaped magic weapon. The magic weapon emits a faint green light and envelopes them. Not a single fluctuation will be revealed when flying.
Even though they were protected by magic weapons, they were still flying at a very low altitude, almost clinging to the mountains and forests.
The person standing at the front of the magic weapon and controlling the magic weapon is Yin Heqian, the head of the Yin family.
The people behind him are all masters of the Yin family. Yin Qiaoer did not come this time because of insufficient cultivation, but her aunt Nianhui was among them.
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I have been drunk these past few days and woke up suddenly in the morning. I quickly got up and wrote this.
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This chapter has been completed!