Chapter 616: The Ancestor's Burial Ground, How Can It Allow People to Dance
A few rays of red sunset streamed out of the sunset, passing through the tree-lined path and shining on the faces of the two people.
This unreal scene opened a wonderful door in the heart of little Taoist Sister Lingyun.
The guards at the back hid without any surprise, and Yang Lin also had some thoughts.
After leaving Beijing, I had tasted this feeling, and my palms slowly slid down.
When Yang Lin was about to take a step further, he noticed that the little Taoist nun in his arms was shaking slightly and struggling a little, so he stopped in time.
Yang Shaozai, who was well versed in the world of officialdom, used his precise and precise methods, just like holding a scalpel, to make the little Taoist nun who had no experience in the world fall bit by bit, and it didn't even take a day.
Little Taoist Sister Lingyun, who was pushed against the tree by her buttocks and forcefully kissed, had her chest like a drum, and her pink neck was drooping. Following Yang Lin's gaze, she saw that her fair and smooth skin revealed the pink and rosy color of her blood.
The pair of curved eyelashes under her eyes trembled shyly, and her virginal figure was elegant and moving.
Yang Lin was very satisfied, so he struck while the iron was hot and said some love words to her.
Talking about a little Taoist nun who went to the Qing Palace made Fan feel confused and unable to control his emotions.
After Yang Lin let her down, Lingyun let out an ouch, her legs were already numb after being held up on the tree for so long.
Yang Lin looked at the long mountain road and volunteered to carry her up.
Lingyun wanted to object, but when Yang Lin glared at him, his body immediately softened, and his petite body lay on Yang Lin's back.
When she was brought to the gate of the palace, Yang Lin let her down and walked around a path to the mountain gate. Several Taoist priests were already waiting here.
As soon as he saw them coming, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Little junior sister, where have you been? Master is getting angry."
When Yang Lin saw that Little Taoist Sister Lingyun had a look of fear on her face, she quickly coughed and said, "Lingyun and I discussed the avenue and took me to see Changqing."
The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then became furious, "Who are you? You are so arrogant that you dare to call my master by his name!"
Seeing that his sweetheart was being scolded, Lingyun hurriedly stepped forward and said, "This is Mr. Huang's distant cousin. He is sincere and has come here specifically to ask to see my father. What are you yelling at?"
Although Huang Yuanwai was a wealthy family member, this Taoist temple was the Shangqing Palace after all, so he didn't care much about it. When the little Taoist priest saw his junior sister opening her arms to protect him, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart for some unknown reason.
"Even if Mr. Huang's relatives come to visit, he doesn't dare to call the master by his first name. He is really uneducated."
When Yang Lin heard this, he felt a little angry. He could also tell that this little junior sister was probably in the Shangqing Palace. She was the little goddess of these senior brothers, a person they loved like a baby. When he saw her coming back with a man, he was shocked.
Some can't stand it anymore.
"You, my little disciple, are so unpleasant to talk to. Go and call Chang Qing out and tell him that his uncle is here."
Such a thing had never happened in the Shangqing Palace. Someone had already reported it. After a while, Zhang Changqing said something in his robe and walked out with his hands behind his back. When he looked in front of the door, he saw Yang Lin.
He quickly put his hand back, walked over quickly, and called out: "Uncle Master, why are you here?"
In everyone's astonished eyes, Zhang Changqing happily led the way. Yang Lin said as he walked: "Why am I here? Why don't I come? Taoism is in such decline now because you only care about your own practice. There has never been any
Fortunately, I am the one who has such great feelings in saving people. I plan to stay in Luoyang for a longer period of time to spread the gospel of the Sanqing Dynasty and benefit ordinary people. In a few days, my troops will be in place."
Zhang Changqing didn't take it seriously when he heard it, but the seniority was there, and it was also a good thing for the Shangqing Palace, so he kept flattering him against his will.
Seeing how powerful her sweetheart was, Little Taoist Sister Lingyun followed happily. Yang Lin glanced casually and felt a hostile gaze from behind. He couldn't help but have a mischievous idea in his heart. He stopped for a moment, and then hurriedly walked away.
He reached out and pinched Little Taoist Lingyun's butt.
Lingyun was so embarrassed that he almost fainted. His beautiful eyes rolled back and gave him a big eye roll.
The little Taoist priest behind him suddenly stood still and stopped moving around...
After drinking a few cups of tea at Shangqing Palace, Yang Lin went down the mountain and came to the small building.
Huang Xuanzhi was sorting the things she bought today. When she saw him coming in, she stepped forward with a sweet smile and said, "Cousin, you are back. Let's go home."
Yang Lin calmly stepped forward, moved a small stool to the stairs, and asked: "There is a big pile here, and there is a small pile here. How are they divided?"
Huang Xuanzhi was a little embarrassed and whispered: "That's for Lingyun. Someone will bring it to her as soon as possible. How can she forget it?"
Carrying a lot of things, Huang Xuanzhi walked forward with a smile, but suddenly tripped.
Yang Lin was well prepared and held him in his arms. Huang Xuanzhi was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. When he raised his head, he saw the affectionate eyes of his "cousin".
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The table in the small building was covered with a layer of brocade, and the red wood was a little hot after being exposed to the sun for a day.
Yang Lin held a pair of white and smooth ankles in his hands, and soon a first cry was heard in the small building.
The sunset has finally sunk completely, the old sun has set, and the new day has just begun.
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In Fuliao City, the square illuminated by torches was brightly lit.
Looking down from the Yelu Big Stone, countless foreigners knelt on the ground, and the sun and moon flags representing the Khitan emperor were facing the strong wind.
Since the last defeat of the Thirteen-Nation Alliance, the power of the Liao people here has been out of control.
The local indigenous soldiers and horses looked like weak and sick men in front of the Liao people, and were not on the same level at all.
Their weapons could not even pierce the armor of the Liao people, and could be broken into two pieces with just a slight cut.
The Yelv Stone unified this place and reached the seashore on both sides, with the Caspian Sea on one side and the Black Sea on the other.
Yelu Dashi ordered that a city be repaired and expanded based on the original Greek capital and renamed "Fuliao City".
Today, Yelu Dashi was officially settled in Fuliao City. He felt very happy. He had been frustrated for half his life. Since he escaped from Yunnei and took root here, things have become smoother day by day.
The Liao Dynasty was different from the Jin Dynasty. They were an empire that lasted for more than 200 years, which was longer than the Song Dynasty. They had their own mature national governance system.
Moreover, the Liao people conquered vast lands and established a multi-ethnic country, and they were even more comfortable here.
Looking at the cheerful old Khitan subordinates around him, Yelu Dashi sighed and said: "Today the capital is set here, it is only temporary. We must not forget at all times to fight back to Shangjing Mansion and take back the Khitan people's Longxing Land.
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Xiao Baobao disapproved and advised: "Your Majesty, we have already explored the far reaches of the country. There is no strong country to the north, south or east of this place. With this as the center, we will gather together for ten years to build an empire that is not weaker than our ancestors."
The territory is just around the corner!”
Everyone else had the same idea. It was so comfortable here, so why did they have to fight with those two monsters from Song and Jin?
Thinking back to the days when the country was subjugated, what was life like for people? How could it be like today, where there are so many servants and slaves, the Khitan is so powerful, and its territory is vast, and everyone can take whatever they ask for.
The smoke of gunfire in Hanoi has gradually disappeared from their minds, and no one wants to recall it.
Here, there will never be a fierce battle of that level, and there will definitely not be an opponent of that level.
Wanyan Loushi, Tiefu Tu, Liaodong War Horse, Yao Pingzhong, Qin Longjun... It would be better if they never appear again. Yunnei? Fuck Yunnei, Shangjing? This is Shangjing.
Yelu Dashi pushed the table, his anger rose to the sky, and he cursed: "How can we allow others to trample and dance on the land where the bones of our ancestors are buried!"