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."
Yi Niang smiled and said: "I'm at peace, slave!"
Seeing Yang Xuan and the old thief being taken over, Yi Niang entered the tent.
She knelt on the bed and prayed devoutly.
Wang Laoer asked curiously: "Yiniang, what are you begging for?"
Yi Niang clasped her hands together and said, "I am praying to the gods to protect you."
Wang Laoer scratched his head, "Does it work?"
"Sincerity leads to spirituality."
Wang Laoer knelt down and said, "Then I also beg."
The tent became quiet except for soft prayers.
Hua Zhuo was having breakfast in the tent.
As a Khan, his breakfast is very rich.
Two pieces of the fattest roast lamb, milk wine, cheese...
He cut a piece of mutton with a knife and put it in his mouth. Hua Zhuo took a sip of milk wine and stroked his beard. He was slightly chubby and his face, which was slightly shiny, looked more unswerving.
"Who's out there?"
A guard went out to take a look.
"Khan, he is the bone-touching gentleman we agreed to yesterday."
Hua Zhuo nodded noncommittally, and several guards came in, followed by Yang Xuan and others.
"Meet Khan."
Hua Zhuo glanced at it and put down the knife, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "I have lived for many years and have seen countless swindlers. Back then, someone once said that I had learned some qi reading from the Central Plains people and gave me a look.
, saying that this Khan will definitely die without a burial place twenty years later, and that man was immediately trampled to death by his men with war horses, where are you two?"
He picked up the knife and asked, "How do you want to die?"
Sure enough, none of the living superiors are good people!
The old thief had always felt that he had seen a lot, but now he realized that what he had seen was only the superior person in the tomb.
Several guards drew their swords and waited for Hua Zhuo's order.
Murderous intent suddenly arose.
"May I ask Khan..." The old thief's spine felt hot, but he looked calm, "How many years are left?"
"It's less than two years." Hua Zhuo said calmly: "But our Vashe tribe is now at its most powerful. How can anyone see through this Khan's fate?"
The old thief almost rolled his eyes when he suddenly laughed.
"Khan, we are just scratching the surface, but we are enemies of the same faction as Wangqi."
God is so at odds!
Yang Xuan really wanted to roll his eyes.
But he immediately said, "We are not here to touch bones, but to find the location of the gods and pray."
Is this Khan pretentious? Hua Zhuo glanced at the guard, who nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.
"The more you pull, the closer a woman will cling to you." Suzaku hasn't driven for several days and seems a little ready to make a move today.
Yang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "I'll take my leave, little man."
Hua Zhuo coughed dryly and said, "Wait a minute."
Yang Xuan was stunned, "Did the Khan have any orders?"
Hua Zhuo pulled up his sleeves and revealed his strong arms, "I have nothing to do today, let me touch him."
"Khan, Nayin's people beat our people."
Someone shouted outside the tent.
Hua Zhuo said with a cold face, "Get out!"
Yang Xuan helped the old thief forward.
The old thief groped around and touched Hua Zhuo's hand.
He even rubbed it.
Then it was time to touch the bones.
The old thief touched it carefully.
Hua Zhuo had never been touched like this by a man, and he felt uncomfortable all over for a moment. When the old thief stretched his hand to his chest, he couldn't help but retreat a little, "Why are you touching here?"
The old thief felt comfortable with it. Hearing this, he said: "Naturally, noble people should touch more."
He took back his hand and started pinching his fingers.
After some tossing, the old thief retreated.
"Khan's bones are of the highest quality."
Yang Xuan counted with his fingers, "What fate?"
"Riding the wind and waves...missing the fate."
Yang Xuan frowned, "There will be times when you can ride the wind and break the waves, and hang your sails directly across the sea!"
"Hey!" Hua Zhuo wanted to yell, but after hearing these two lines of poetry, he couldn't help asking: "Whose poem is it?"
Yang Xuan said calmly: "This is a message from the gods."
He pinched his fingers, then raised his head and said solemnly: "It's spring, and all the flowers are in season. It's time to get lucky if someone lends you some help..."
"Khan's great cause has many twists and turns, and Khan needs to be determined. However, Khan is afraid of a disaster next year. If it is not resolved...that's all, the villain is talking nonsense, but in the situation of riding the wind and waves, be careful of the disaster of Zhurong. I don't know the past.
That's all... I'm talking too fast today, so please be careful, Khan."
"What is the disaster of Zhurong?"
"Fire."
Yang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."
He helped the old thief turn around, and Hua Zhuo asked, "No reward?"
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "We only ask for forgiveness from the gods, and we dare not ask for any reward."
Then the four people left.
That night, a fire broke out in the royal court, burning dozens of tents.
"Who did it?"
Hua Zhuo had a cold face.
"Khan, still looking."
Hua Zhuo's heart suddenly moved, "I ordered people to follow those four people... and bring them back for questioning."
In the middle of the night, the guards following Yang Xuan and others came back.
"The four of them were always there and even came out to worship God at night. They were very pious."
Hua Zhuo's face looked uncertain, "Are you sure?"
The guard nodded, "I saw the four people worshiping the gods, no one is missing."
Hua Zhuo took a deep breath and turned pale, "Bring it back... No! Please come back, immediately!"
In a tent in the royal court, a man in a blue shirt held a piece of gold and said happily: "You can go home as soon as the wind blows over."