The world is going to be in chaos!

Metaphysics has been passed down for thousands of years, but those seniors just squatted on the mountain, looking at the bustling world with disdain, and said to their disciples: "That's a cesspit!"

The disciples who had just entered the school, such as Ning Yayun back then, listened to the master's words and were thinking about the entrance of the alley and the woman he could not forget.

Shit pit?

If that woman could look back, he would be willing to plunge headlong into that big cesspool and never look up.

Not only can you see the big cesspit in the mountains, but you can also see the changes in the big cesspit.

The cesspit is calm most of the time. When the cesspit starts to roll, the teachers will say meaningfully: "Okay, we have to go down the mountain again."

"Master, what are you doing down the mountain?"

"Save the common people!"

The free and easy teachers put on durable coarse cloth clothes, carried dry food on their backs, carried long swords, and saluted to the portrait of the ancestor.

"Master, disciples, let's go!"

This journey is filled with blood and fire.

When we come back again, maybe there are one or two people left, maybe they are gone.

In vain, the portrait of the ancestor is left mottled by the years.

No force in the world knows the signs of troubled times better than metaphysics.

But Ning Yayun obviously ignored those signs.

"How long have I been in Chang'an?"

Ning Yayun was calculating and it gave her a headache, "It's been a long time! It's been so long that I'm numb."

Yang Xuan coughed dryly, "Didn't you stay in seclusion for too long?"

Ning Yayun was locked inside Metaphysics, and even in the prosperous Chang'an, he still did not go out.

"When did you become so sharp-tongued?" Lao Shuaiguo was a little dissatisfied.

"Occasionally, I can be young and energetic." Yang Xuan smiled with some gloating.

"When I took my metaphysics up and down the north, I met many homeless people along the way. But at that time, I was like a lost dog, and my mind was filled with the future of metaphysics, so I ignored this matter. How many years has it been?"

"It started as a small-scale refugee situation, and it lasted ten years."

“What is small-scale?”

"Just don't rebel."

"Is there a rebellion?"

"Yes, three years ago, a farmer in the south had his land taken away. He declared himself king, made his wife queen, his eldest son prince, and his other sons kings. Dozens of farmers rebelled."

"What happened next?"

"Suppressed by Muramasa."

"Hey! Will there be more later?"

"Every year."

"But why haven't I heard of it?"

"If the local magistrate reported it, it would be a scandal."

"I understand." Ning Yayun smiled bitterly, "If someone rebels under your rule, even if there are only dozens of people, it is still the fault of your poor governance."

"The emperor of Chang'an, who was immersed in the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, would naturally not admit that it was his fault."

"Someone has to take the blame."

"Everyone in the world is his scapegoat."

"Two or three more years?"

"right."

"Maybe it's not that accurate, but according to my understanding, once rebellion occurs... it can be ignored occasionally. But if such things happen continuously, it means that there is a big problem in the world."

"Five years, this is just a rough estimate." Yang Xuan felt that the world now smelled like a powder keg.

"The common people have nothing to eat, so they don't care about the prosperity of your sage. They only look at Chang'an. Once Chang'an can't provide food, those common people will eat them. Then, they swept across the world, killing heads of nobles.

In the final analysis, the source of these disasters is those greedy meat eaters.

But often when the butcher's knife is placed on their necks, those meat-eaters will repent. But it's too late! This kind of trick has been going on for many years."

"This is called reincarnation!"

Ning Yayun was silent.

Yang Xuan pointed to the north again, "Once there is internal chaos in the Tang Dynasty, Northern Liao will show its teeth. If I don't take this opportunity to weaken Northern Liao, by then, I can only stick to the northern border and sit back and watch the civil strife in the Central Plains.

Do you understand?"

"I understand."

Ning Yayun said quietly: "If there is civil strife in the Central Plains, those grass-headed kings will keep an eye on Northern Xinjiang. Will you fight then? If not, they will fight you."

"He Lianchun will not sit idly by. This man looks like a fat pig, but he has a bright heart. Once such an opportunity arises, he will definitely attack the border with a large army and contain our main force in northern Xinjiang. At that time, those grass-headed kings will give me northern territory.

A blow from the border."

Ning Yayun seemed to have seen that scene and took a breath. "At that time, the Northern Xinjiang collapsed, and the Northern Liao cavalry drove straight in. Can those grass-headed kings resist? If they cannot resist, the aliens will trample on the Central Plains, and even the people who rule the Central Plains will

The scene will happen again."

yes!

Therefore, I must attack Beiliao within this time window.

Do you understand?

Yang Xuan felt that he was fooling a friend he had known for many years.

But this analysis is correct.

Can Northern Xinjiang just sit back and watch those rebellious people turn Datang into a hell?

Therefore, he has a clear conscience!

"It's rare for you to have such thoughts." Ning Yayun looked at the top of his head, "Serving the country and the people will always be rewarded."

Four-clawed dragon!

This return is supposed to be pretty good.

"What reward?"

Yang Xuan knew that Ning Yayun had some tricks, so he asked.

"Such things cannot be seen yet."

Ning Yayun didn't want to tell anyone about the vision she had seen. He was worried that Yang Xuan would use this as an excuse to covet the artifact.

Changing dynasties and so on has nothing to do with metaphysics.

But among a hundred ambitious people, ninety-nine will die.

Zitai, isn’t it good to be alive?

He felt that his idea was correct.

"It's time to eat!"

Ning Yayun turned around and saw Wang Laoer waving to them at the edge of the camp.

A happy face!

It seems that he is about to have countless net worth.

"Headmaster, let's eat!"

There was always a knot in Yang Xuan's heart, but it didn't show on his face.

"good!"

The two of them go in.

"If you were five years ago, you would be uneasy and it would show." Ning Yayun put her hands behind her hands and said, "You must be uneasy now, but your face is as usual."

"If revealing my uneasiness can help with the current problem, then Headmaster, I can cry for you right now!" Yang Xuan said with a smile.

"You, you!" Ning Yayun pointed at him, dumbfounded, "It's okay."

"fine?"

"Um!"

"You...are you trying to comfort me?"

Yang Xuan felt like a phobia patient. When he saw something wrong, he immediately magnified it and thought of many things in an instant...
To be continued...