In the stubborn impression of many Southern Dynasties literati, even the Northern Wei Dynasty were uncivilized barbarians. These Southern Dynasties literati had never been to the battlefield, nor had they been to Luoyang and other northern cities to see the prosperity of flowers and flowers. They naturally believed that those in the Northern Wei Dynasty
At most, people are brave and powerful, and fighting is okay, but intelligence and taste are far from enough.
This is my impression of the Northern Wei Dynasty, let alone my impression of Dangxiang and Tyuhun.
In their inherent impression, the princes and nobles who were entrusted with Hong Qi and other parties were probably just nomads who smelled like mutton fat.
But if Xifeng Hongqi's insights were told to them in the Southern Dynasties, these Southern literati would probably be shocked. Most of them were so confused that they could not imagine that it was so clear.
The truth is clear from sight, and it is far from enough to just learn from books, let alone only read works written by people of a similar type to yourself.
But even people like Xi Feng Hong Qi know very well that even if they understand the truth, luck is still needed in the turmoil.
Sometimes luck is more important than anything else.
The Cui family of Jin'an County was a famous local family in the Southern Dynasties. The Cui family had a very famous Jiangzhou workshop, which had continued the wealth of the Cui family for several generations. In the previous dynasty, the Jiangzhou workshop was the most important lighthouse of the military.
A supplier.
Sixty-seven out of ten of the leather light armors of the elite armies of the previous dynasties were produced by Jiangzhou workshops. After Xiao Yan came to the throne, and the wars between the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty, the demand for light armor increased sharply, and the Cui family became more powerful than before.
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In addition to the fact that the Cui family has produced many spiritual geniuses in the past two hundred years, and even practitioners who have entered the Miaozhen realm through Cui Zhenguan, this is also related to the luck of the Cui family.
Before Xiao Yan launched his army, Jiangzhou Workshop had many business dealings with the Xiao family, and many of the raw materials for light armor came from some of the Xiao family's businesses.
After Xiao Yan came to the throne, in addition to expanding the light armor business, Xiao Yan even intended to hand over the supervision of some water and salt transportation to the Cui family.
This is truly a huge profit. The Cui family themselves do not need to bear the responsibility for the fleet and the fleet. They only need to send practitioners from their own clan to protect the safety along the way. This is not only accompanied by pure monetary benefits, but also with many people.
Local officials became familiar with each other, and more unimaginable business followed.
This good luck did not end.
Just a few dozen days ago, the Cui family built a new Qingyi workshop. This workshop will provide the military with close-fitting coarse cloth clothes. This is another big and enviable business given by the emperor.
Jin'an County was a small county in the Southern Dynasties and had no other specialties. Officials from the court rarely visited for inspection. Therefore, as the largest family in the area, the Cui family's mansion was splendid and luxurious, compared to the mansions of the powerful in Jiankang City.
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Even outside the courtyard walls, there are stone flats and bamboo groves planted everywhere.
As for the courtyard walls, many red maples and pine trees are even planted. In autumn and winter, the fiery red and green colors add to the artistic conception.
The Cui family's reputation and power in the local area is also unique. This is evident from the fact that villagers hundreds of miles away will immediately think of sending even rare fish from rivers and lakes to the Cui family.
However, today, the deep courtyard of the Cui family in Jin'an County seems to have turned into a terrifying hell. In the high-walled courtyard, on the rocks specially transported from Huzhou, there is blood everywhere, and countless people are lying on the ground.
With a corpse.
Even in the courtyard where the old man of the Cui family used to meditate, the pomegranate trees that originally meant having many children and many blessings were dripping with uncondensed blood.
In a small courtyard next to the old man of the Cui family, an old man wearing a purple embroidered robe looked at the gray-robed man standing in front of him with trembling eyes. He did not dare to look at the man's face, but he knew that the man was a demon sect.
, is the real devil.
He also knew very well that he was the only living person in this house.
"I don't understand why a being like you would come to Jin'an County to kill people. Is it because my old man is in Jiankang? What does that have to do with you? He went to Jiankang not to kill you.
But to kill that disciple of He Xiuxian." The old man couldn't understand at all, and he couldn't help but screamed.
"Compared with this, shouldn't you be more curious about why you are still alive when the rest of the Cui family is dead?" Mo Zong looked at him and said calmly.
This old man really didn't understand this.
He raised his head and took a real look at the Demon Sect for the first time.
With just one glance, his eyes were filled with an unbelievable look of shock.
He saw a strange picture.
He saw that there was a wound on Mo Zong's neck that had not been completely healed, but the wound was not smooth... The wound was like the bark of a tree that had been cut many times, and in the bark, there were many sarcomas like purple-black grapes.
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The Demon Sect lowered his head slightly.
The old man from the Cui family saw his deep pupils.
A deep fear that surpassed the previous one instantly enveloped the heart of the old man of the Cui family.
"It's you who hanged Cui Zhenguan's life." Mo Zong looked at him and said, "It's because of you that he hanged his life."
The old man of the Cui family understood the true intention of Mo Zong.
"There is something wrong with your practice."
The old man from the Cui family laughed miserably, "If you don't kill people and force me to help you, maybe I can still help you. But now that you have killed all these people, you still want me to help you?"
"Not all of them killed."
Mo Zong shook his head, looked into his eyes, and said: "You still have a granddaughter, I can spare her death."
The face of the old man from the Cui family instantly turned extremely pale.
He finally determined that the other party was the real devil.
"I can help you, but I may not be able to solve your problem..." The old man from the Cui family looked at Mo Zong pleadingly.
"Of course you can't completely solve my problem, but I can guarantee the safety of your granddaughter because you will stay with me." Mo Zong waved his hand and interrupted him directly.
Every practitioner and doctor has his or her specialty, and the use of medicine should naturally focus on the symptoms.
In the past many years, the old man of the Cui family has only done one thing, which is to help the old man of the Cui family to hang up his life at any time.
If you want to take medicine, you must first find out what symptoms and problems the Demon Sect has now.
It's just that now the Demon Sect's cultivation level has gone far beyond what he can understand, and he can't judge what's wrong with the Demon Sect through the movement of breath in the Demon Sect's body.
However, when night fell and the moon was at its zenith, the old man who was riding in the same carriage with Mo Zong finally saw what was wrong with Mo Zong.
The old man from the Cui family widened his eyes in horror.
He saw an extremely terrifying scene.
He saw that in the wound on Mo Zong's neck, the grape-like tumors were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, occupying the entire wound, and then came out.
A cold breath was generated at Mo Zong's fingertips.
Those tumors that were not completely enlarged were cut off by Mo Zong himself.
In addition to his neck, Mo Zong also had such tumors falling off his back.
"I told you you can't solve my problems."
The demon sect looked at the horrified man with an expressionless face and said: "I just need you to solve the problem of cutting my flesh... I have to cut my flesh every day, but you have to ensure that I cut my flesh every day, but you have to make sure that I don't continue to become weak.