I received a notice: The title of "Above Chang'an" may cause some trouble. Let's change the title. There is a high probability that the name will be changed. I have prepared a new title: "Pushing Against Rebellion". If you see "Pushing Against Rebellion" on the bookshelf,

When reading "Reverse", don't think it is a forced book, it is the original "Above Chang'an".

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In the afternoon of the third day.

In the camp, General Huote ordered: "Get some dried meat to make soup and send it to sir and the others."

"yes."

His subordinates agreed.

Yang Xuan and the others got two tents, and they had just packed them up and came out.

The general smiled and gave him his hand.

Yang Xuan smiled and cupped his hands.

But the damn old thief also habitually wants to hand it over.

"Old thief!"

The old thief's hand went up and turned into scratching his head.

"You're such a naughty girl that you almost killed us." Yang Xuan smiled.

The old thief rolled his eyes and his back was wet with sweat.

After being frightened, he asked what he had been wondering about for the past few days, "How could Mr. Lang tell that there was something wrong with Huot's heir?"

Yi Niang is also very curious.

Yang Xuan smiled and said: "There are only two possibilities for a man to ask for fortune telling for his woman. One is that he is worried that his wife will steal someone. But it is said that the Waxie tribe is not very particular about this aspect. Why should Huote ask for such a thing?"

The old thieves are all curious, "What about the second one?"

Yang Xuan said calmly: "Heir."

When the old thief thought about it, it was true, "I was still worried when the husband said he would solve it himself. But now it seems that I am not as good as the husband."

"A man only cares about two things about a woman: whether she wears a hat and why she doesn't lay eggs." The green light flashed, as if in amusement.

On the fifth day, they saw the royal court.

Huazhuo, the leader of Washay, called himself Khan, and his residence became the so-called royal court.

You can see wooden houses in the royal court, but most of them are tents.

A group of cavalry came on horseback.

Holt introduced: "This is a capable person who can touch bones."

So they were able to get in.

The Khan's tent was so large that Huote had no choice but to visit him.

"We are just looking for a place where the gods reside, and we dare not disturb the Khan." Yang Xuan was very humble.

Huote smiled and said: "Don't worry, Khan likes all kinds of talents. I will make arrangements right now. I should be able to see Khan tomorrow."

The four people were placed about a hundred steps away from the Khan's tent.

There are still two tents.

"Are you confident, Mr. Lang?" The old thief obviously felt guilty.

"You don't need to worry about this. You should worry about whether your secret will be exposed." Yang Xuan said lightly.

Yi Niang said softly: "If the secret is exposed, Mr. Lang, run away quickly and leave this old thief there."

The old thief smiled bitterly.

Someone was making sacrifices in front of me.

After placing the three sticks of incense, the man in green kowtowed to the south, once, once...with great piety.

"What does this man worship?" The old thief was a little curious.

A man passed by and kicked a stick of incense in contempt.

The man in green shirt raised his head and said angrily: "You bitch slave!"

He jumped up suddenly, his eyes were frighteningly red.

The man turned around and ran away, but the man in green shirt didn't catch up. He came back angrily and lit three more incense sticks.

Yang Xuan walked over, waited for him to finish kowtowing, and asked, "Is Mr. Lang from the Tang Dynasty?"

The man in green shirt turned around and covered his face with his sleeves, "Ashamed, that's right."

"Where is the tablet?"

If there is no tablet, who would you worship?

The man in green shirt said softly: "The dignified Tang Dynasty man worked for the barbarians. I have no face to see my ancestors, so I can only kowtow in the direction of the Tang Dynasty."

"It has brought shame to our ancestors." The man in green shirt knelt down and kowtowed again, choking, "I will go back next year if I can make money."

Since the Chen State, the Central Plains has been famous for its splendid culture, and every Central Plains person feels ashamed of serving the barbarians.

"Ancestors..."

Yang Xuan thought about how every household in the village would worship their ancestors every year. It was the most grand day of the year, and even poor families would try their best to get some good sacrificial items to comfort their ancestors.

No one can explain this kind of emotion clearly. It's wrong to say it's admiration. My ancestors have been dead for many years.

It is impossible to say that there is no emotion, but this kind of emotion cannot be explained or explained...

The man in green shirt bowed his hands and whispered to the south.

"...the spirit of our ancestors in heaven..."

Boom!

Yang Xuan seemed to hear a thunderbolt from the blue.

It dawned on him.

"I see."

The old thief asked: "What did Lang Jun think of?"

"Meat!" Wang Laoer has been very obedient these days, but at this moment there is no one around, so he can't help it.

Yang Xuan shook his head.

He got it.

In the hearts of every Central Plains person, the ancestors have been watching them since they passed away. The ancestors exist in the sky, in ancestral halls, on tombs, and in every corner of the home...

"It turns out that our ancestors are our gods."

Under the gaze of their ancestors, every generation of Central Plains people will strive for progress. Sometimes they look up when they are slack, as if they can see the kindness of their ancestors turning into anger.

After the fall of the Chen State, the Northern Liao Dynasty once invaded the Central Plains.

Those who fled would rather take less than one thing with them.

Ancestor tablets.

The common people guard the ancestral tablets, so what should the superiors guard?

Yang Xuan seemed to see countless ancestral tablets flying up, forming lines of words in the air...

--Do unto others, do not impose on others.

--Little children.

——When the sky moves vigorously, a gentleman will strive to strengthen himself. When the terrain is weak, a gentleman will carry out his duties with great virtue.

"What are you thinking about?" Yi Niang asked.

Yang Xuan said: "Thinking about what to protect."

"What?"

"Guard those cultures."

The culture passed down from generation to generation forms the soul of the Central Plains. If the soul is immortal, so will the Central Plains!

Yang Xuan thought about the history of another world he saw in the scroll. That Central Plains had been trampled on by foreign races many times and was on the verge of destruction many times. But every time they could stand up again and stand proudly in the world.

What do they rely on?

Yang Xuan looked at the sky, "It is the soul of the nation!"

Huote hurried over and said happily: "I'll see the Khan tomorrow morning."

Everyone went to bed early that night.

On the second day, Yang Xuan and the old thief were going to meet Khan Huazhuo.

He walked out of the tent and turned around, "Don't worry."
To be continued...