Chapter 232: The battle between dreams and illusions
Yang Pan.
Zhenxihou Mansion, the legitimate son of the Yang family.
In the eyes of others, he was a weirdo who came from a general family, didn't like martial arts, and instead joined an academy.
If you pursue martial arts, given the inheritance of the Yang family and military background, you are destined to have smooth sailing.
What is incomprehensible is that Yang Pan gave up this road to the sky and chose Congwen with an uncertain future.
Why did you choose this way?
If you come from a family of military commanders and don't read the Art of War or Confucius and Mencius, why bother?
Outsiders don’t know, and relatives and friends don’t know.
Only Yang Pan himself knew that the Dasong Dynasty was in terminal illness, and joining the army and practicing martial arts could not save the dynasty.
Yes.
Yang Pan is a reborn person, which is the deepest secret in his heart.
According to the timeline.
In another seven years, Emperor Tianxi will die in the Longevity Palace and will be succeeded by the 12th prince who is thirty-six years old.
The twelfth prince was approaching his forties, and with lofty ideals, he began to implement reforms after he came to power.
It's a pity that reform is about moisturizing things quietly.
If the step is too big, the egg may be easily pulled.
In the third year of the Reform, due to the resistance of the gentry class and natural disasters, the Central Plains was filled with smoke.
Previous life.
Yang Pan followed the path of a military general and led the Zhenxi Army to suppress rebellions everywhere. He died in battle at the age of thirty-five.
Now, when I open my eyes, I go back to twenty years ago, when I was fifteen years old.
Yang Pan made a calculation in his mind.
It is now seven years before the death of Emperor Tianxi, ten years before the New Deal is fully boycotted, and twenty years before the dynasty is overthrown and he dies in battle.
Think before and after.
Although Yang Pan didn't know why he returned to the age of fifteen after dying in the battle.
But he resolutely decided to give up martial arts and follow literature.
Because he believed that the key to saving the Dasong Dynasty was to clarify the land acres in the world, to ensure that the officials and gentry all paid for the land, and to share the land with the tenants.
The New Deal benefits the country and the people.
It was only the ineffectiveness of those who implemented the New Deal and the drought in the south of the Yangtze River that led to the outbreak of chaos.
When he wants to come.
As long as you are a Jinshi in three years, enter the Sixth Ministry in five years, and enter the Central Committee in ten years to preside over the New Deal.
He was sure to avoid the drought in advance, allow the New Deal to be implemented, and renew the national destiny for Dasong for another two hundred years, thereby changing his own destiny, the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion, and the destiny of the entire country.
"Everything else is right."
"But where did this Heng come from? There is no such person in my memory."
Yang Pan had a question mark on his face.
He knew that the old demon of Heishan was defeated by Yan Chixia in his memory of his previous life.
Pudu Cihang was also killed by Yan Chixia and the Kunlun faction.
Among them, the Kunlun sect killed the younger generation of Ding-carrying disciples in this operation, and Yiye Zhiqiu may become the master of Kunlun Mountain in the future.
This caused the relationship between the Taoist sect, headed by the Kunlun sect, and the Dasong royal family to deteriorate instantly.
Now, Pudu Cihang is dead, and so is the old Black Mountain demon.
Yiye Zhiqiu did not die, and the two saints of Kunlun were also named as the real protectors of the country, which meant that Taoism was respected as the national religion.
in addition.
If he remembered correctly, the frog god, who was the protector of the country, had long been killed by Pudu Cihang.
Not only is the frog god not dead now, but the incense is even more prosperous than before.
And Fu Tianchou.
Yang Pan remembered clearly that in order to ease the relationship between the Han Party and the wealthy families, Fu Tianchou's daughter was betrothed to the Cui family of Qinghe by Emperor Tianxi.
As a result, on the day of his wedding, Fu Qingfeng eloped with a man named Ning Caichen, making the Cui family of Qinghe a joke. Emperor Tianxi was furious and asked Fu Tianchou to return to his hometown to reflect. He became depressed and became ill, and died of illness the next year.
Already.
Today, Fu Tianchou's eldest son-in-law is named Cui, and he was the prostitute of the year before last.
The second daughter married the Cui family of Qinghe, and Han Dang also had some tacit understanding with the aristocratic family, and they were no longer incompatible with each other.
But the problem is.
Who is Cui Hongjian?
There was nothing in Yang Pan's memory.
He couldn't help but wonder if everything in his previous life was real, or was it just an illusion.
Otherwise, how come some places are correct and some are not?
"Pan'er, what are you thinking about?"
Seeing Yang Pan in a daze, Mrs. Hu tidied his collar lovingly.
"Mother, you have to be careful about a person named Xu Hongru."
Yang Pan came back to his senses and said to Mrs. Hu solemnly.
"Xu Hongru!"
Mrs. Hu was stunned for a moment: "The one from Hengzhen Dao?"
After saying that, he looked at Yang Pan with some confusion: "Pan'er, where did you hear about Dao Master Xu?"
"well!"
Yang Pan sighed and didn't answer.
Hengzhen Taoist Xu Hongru, twelve years later, learned from nowhere that there was a treasure that could overcome the calamity in the Zhenxihou Mansion, called the Wuxiang Heavenly Clothes.
At that time, Xu Hongru was not far away from ascension.
In order to successfully overcome the catastrophe, Xu Hongru led the Hengzhen Dao to sneak attack on the Hou Mansion. Only then did he know that his mother had a cultivation level and was very high.
Unfortunately.
His mother's illusions were restrained by Xu Hongru at every turn, and finally failed in his hands, and the most precious treasure, the Formless Heavenly Clothes, was taken away.
His father, the Marquis of Zhenxi, avenged his mother and was also killed by masters from the Kunlun sect invited by Xu Hongru.
That year, Yang Pan was twenty-seven years old and became the new Marquis of Zhenxi.
It was also that year when war broke out everywhere and rebels spread all over the place.
Yang Pan led the Zhenxi Army to fight all the way. Unfortunately, until the day he died in battle, he failed to put down the rebels, let alone avenge his mother.
The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed.
Life is full of regrets.
Now back when he was fifteen years old, Yang Pan vowed to change everything.
Of course, the most important thing right now is to keep the Wuxiang Heavenly Clothes. With this treasure, father, mother, and myself will have the possibility of ascending in the future.
Five days later.
When the appointed time arrived, Zhang Heng came with his sword in hand.
At the same time, the Zhenxihou Mansion was also waiting for the enemy, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"There are a lot of people."
Zhang Heng glanced at it.
Needless to say, Mrs. Hu, and beside Mrs. Hu, stood a powerful middle-aged man.
His whole body was full of energy and blood, like the bright sun. No need to ask, this must be the Marquis of Zhenxi.
Behind Zhenxihou, there were an old man in a green shirt and a middle-aged man holding a paper fan.
I felt Zhang Heng’s gaze.
The old man cupped his hands and said: "I, Dong Xiaoxiang, is now the president of Xiaoxiang Academy. I am an old friend of Master Fu Tianchou. Mr. Zhang, could you please, for the sake of Master Fu and me, not to embarrass Zhen Xihou's family?"
Zhang Heng raised his eyes: "Are you a friend of Master Fu?"
"Exactly."
Dong Xiaoxiang nodded.
"Master Fu is the father-in-law of my best friend Cui Hongjian. You are a friend of Master Fu. It stands to reason that we have some relationship."
Zhang Heng thought for a moment and said, "Did you know that the phaseless celestial robe in Mrs. Hu's hands was stolen from the owner of the celestial robe?"
Dong Xiaoxiang shook his head: "I don't know."
"Don't blame those who don't know. I came to Mrs. Hu to take away the Heavenly Clothes because I was entrusted by the owner of the Heavenly Clothes."
"Go back. For Master Fu's sake, I won't embarrass you, but you can no longer interfere with this matter."
Zhang Heng made a gesture of invitation.
Dong Xiaoxiang was silent for a while and looked at Mrs. Hu: "But is that so?"
Zhang Heng is neither easy to fight nor easy to kill.
He came here to take the Wuxiang Heavenly Clothes, not to kill anyone, otherwise he wouldn't have waited five days.
"teacher."
Yang Pan was in a hurry.
Dong Xiaoxiang turned a deaf ear and said calmly: "If you don't want it, you won't steal it even if you reward it."
The meaning of this sentence is that if you are not greedy for wealth, no one will steal even if you reward theft.
Put here, it means that your mother stole other people's things, and now someone comes to your door. It's useless for you to beg me.
"You should know my origin."
"Hand over the things, I won't embarrass you."
Zhang Heng looked at Mrs. Hu.
The most important thing is to attack the enemy with military force and attack the heart.
It's best not to take action. After all, Zhang Heng is not aggressive.
"Without the Formless Heavenly Clothes, I would have suffered three calamities of bodily harm. If you take away the Heavenly Clothes, you will take my life."
Mrs. Hu's attitude was firm.
With Wuxiang Tianyi around, her chance of ascending is 60%.
Without the Phaseless Heavenly Clothes, the chance of ascension is even less than 30%. This is not asking him to die.
"Then please."
Zhang Heng couldn't help but say more.
"Military formation!"
The Marquis of Zhenxi shouted loudly.
Accompanied by the sound of neat steps, three thousand sergeants came from all directions.
These people surrounded Zhenxihou, their energy and blood intertwined with each other, and finally connected to Zhenxihou.
After Zhenxihou received this blessing, his whole body grew in size, from just over seven feet to nine feet tall. He was holding a spear, and he looked like a demon.
tread!
Zhang Heng took a step forward.
In an instant, all three thousand soldiers were shocked, and their hearts beat faster.
tread!!
Zhang Heng took another step forward.
Everyone felt heartbroken, and many people had a look of pain on their faces.
tread...
Take the third step.
Following the sound of footsteps, the three thousand soldiers all vomited blood and their momentum was dampened.
"Sound attack!"
The Marquis of Zhenxi saw the secret and shouted: "Kill!"
"kill!"
The soldiers all shouted for kill and slashed forward with the ice blades in their hands.
Zhang Heng stood there and looked up.
As soon as he saw it, a bloody tiger condensed in the sky above the military formation, roaring towards him.
"Soldiers!"
Zhang Heng suddenly opened his mouth and stopped drinking.
With the blessing of Tianyin Technique and Dream Technique, the Nine-Character Mantra, Bingzi Jue, evolved into a battlefield appearance.
The three thousand soldiers looked intently.
When I first saw it, I was in front of a prison. I looked at the wall of the prison: 'Hulao Pass.'
"Hulao Pass?"
The three thousand soldiers looked at each other in shock.
Crunch...
The gate of Hulao Pass is opened.
Zhang Heng walked out step by step.
The first step is to have Fang Tian's painted halberd in hand.
The second step is to give birth to a red rabbit, a horse, and a horse from your crotch.
The third step is to put on the armor.
In the fourth step, countless Bingzhou wolf riders appeared behind him.
"ah!"
The Marquis of Zhenxi looked at himself.
He used a spear, but at some point, the spear turned into a long-handled hammer.
Then look at the soldiers behind you.
The banner of Zhenxihou also changed its appearance, with the word "武" written on it.
"Wu Anguo?"
The Marquis of Zhenxi looked at Zhang Heng and then at the long-handled hammer in his hand.
Without waiting to say anything, Zhang Heng waved the Fang Tianhua halberd in his hand and shouted: "Kill!"
"Kill!"
Three thousand Bingzhou wolf cavalry began to charge.
Cavalry, known as the tank of the cold weapon age.
At the moment of contact, the three thousand sergeants under the Marquis of Zhenxi fell in pieces like wheat.
"Damn it!"
The Marquis of Zhenxi was furious, raised his weapons and began to fight Zhang Heng.
But he was used to using spears and was not comfortable with long-handled hammers. And for some reason, facing the fake Lu Bu in front of him, he was filled with fear just like the real Wu Anguo.
“What is true is also false when it is false.”
"In your heart, Wu Anguo can't defeat Lu Bu, so you can't defeat me."
In just a few rounds, Zhang Heng suppressed Zhenxihou and was at a disadvantage.
"Um?"
Zhang Heng was about to pursue the victory when he suddenly noticed smoke rising from the virtual battlefield.
Covered by the white smoke, the surrounding scenery began to distort.
When the white smoke cleared, the banner with the character Wu changed into the character Liu, and two generals were still standing not far away.
"Master Hou, don't panic, I'm here to help you."
The paper fan in the middle-aged scribe's hand turned into a snake spear measuring eight feet long.
The long-handled hammer in Zhenxihou's hand also began to transform like the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
What’s even more outrageous is the fake Liu Bei.
With a bulging chest, who else could it be but Mrs. Hu?
"Illusion!"
Zhang Heng's eyes lit up: "Interesting, is this the expansion of the illusion field in my dream field, thereby taking away part of the control over the dream?"
Dream magic is not invincible.
Otherwise, Patriarch Chen Tuan would not be called the Sleeping Immortal. Wouldn't it be better to be called the No. 1 Immortal in the world?
Mrs. Hu is proficient in illusion.
She couldn't break Zhang Heng's dream, but she could add elements of illusion into the dream.
When the truth is false, the false is also true. Dreams and illusions have something in common. What you see is true or false.
"Three heroes fighting Lu Bu!"
Zhang Heng laughed and cheered up.
The next second, the surrounding scene changed again, turning into a scene of Red Cliff burning.
Zhang Heng, dressed in white, transformed into Zhou Gongjin.
The banner with the character "Liu" where the three Zhenxi Hous were located also became the character "Cao".
Marquis Zhenxi looked up and saw that the surroundings turned into warships on fire, he himself turned into Cao Cao, and the middle-aged scribe and Mrs. Hu turned into Xu Huang and Cao Ren.
"fire!"
True, false.
When a soldier touched the flames, flames instantly shot into the sky, and he screamed and was burned to death.
When the other people saw it, they all panicked, and countless people fell into the river under the push.
"Change!"
Mrs. Hu quickly activated the illusion.
This time, the character "Cao" changed to the character "Deng".
Zhang Heng looked over to his side and saw that he was wearing a crown and standing on the city wall.
A middle-aged man was kneeling next to him, pleading hard: "Your Majesty, there are still thousands of soldiers in Chengdu, so we cannot surrender!"
"Pooh!"
How could Zhang Heng not know that under the influence of the illusion, he had become Liu Adou, who was about to sacrifice the city.
Mrs. Hu and the other three became Deng Ai's party who sneaked into Yinping and made a lucky escape.
"Whoever wakes up from a big dream first, I will know in my life."
Zhang Heng suddenly raised his hands.
In an instant, the surrounding scene changed again, and a flag with the word "Zhao" was raised around Zhang Heng.
On Mrs. Hu's side, there are three characters: Deng Ai, Zhong Hui, and Jiang Wei.
"The King of Jin is here, but he is rebellious and still refuses to be punished!"
Countless soldiers rushed out from Zhang Heng and killed the three of them.
Fight for a while.
Mrs. Hu felt that the soldiers around her were killing them all.
Just as he was about to change again, the surrounding scene suddenly disappeared, and everyone returned to the Zhenxihou Mansion.
"Do you really think that what I am competing with you is the dream method?"
Zhang Heng laughed loudly: "Look around."
Mrs. Hu and the other three looked around.
If it enters the eyes, three thousand soldiers will drown, die in battle, or be burned. The price has been paid in death and injury.
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Heng smiled again: "Mine are fake soldiers and horses, but you are real soldiers. This military formation was broken by me."