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Chapter 363 The name of the new city is Taikang

The autumn is high and far away, and Yong'an City is filled with incense.

The sound of firecrackers and the melodious sound of bells and drums.

Several streets outside the Town God's Temple are occupied by dense crowds of people, all dressed in new clothes, with solemn expressions, every family prepares melons, fruits, rice and grain, burns incense and prays.

A high platform had already been set up in the Town God's Temple, the temple Zhu Guo Shouqing dressed in a black Taoist robe, stood on the altar of offering sacrifices, the abbot offered sacrifices, burned talismans and incense, and recited aloud:

"The grace of the emperor lasts for thousands of years, the barn is full of grains, and the wind and rain congratulate each other. To enjoy it, to worship it, to introduce Jingfu..."

This is the annual autumn harvest festival.

According to legend, in ancient times, monsters and monsters were rampant in the wilderness, monsters and beasts were rampant, and the ancestors of the human race fought against the sky and the earth, burned wasteland for fields, and hunted and fished for a living.

However, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is violent, and it is difficult for the cultivated seedlings to compete with weeds, and there are pests and floods, so they mainly hunt, causing heavy casualties.

Since the Emperor Renhuang created the technique of conferring gods, entrusting the land only, making the spirit qi peaceful and peaceful, and the weather in the Sheji Temple area was smooth, the human race began to grow gradually.

Since then, the Autumn Harvest Festival has been called a human festival.

This year's Autumn Harvest Festival is of great significance to Yong'an.

One is that since the army opened up the wasteland, they have been united as one, business has flourished, and Emperor Xuan suppressed it, finally ushered in stability, and the population has tripled.

The first batch of rice in Erze Xincheng was mature, and the amount was staggering, enough for the current population of Yong'an to consume for three years.

With Wang Xuan's order, food prices were stabilized, and the people rejoiced, which was in stark contrast to the skyrocketing prices in other places.

Many profiteers wanted to take the opportunity to buy low and sell high, and transport them to other places to earn the difference. However, Li Siyuan, the county magistrate, made a decisive move and introduced a food stamp system.

Now under the general trend of land reclamation, the population is the resource, coupled with the good public security in Yong'an, immediately formed a northward trend in Bingzhou.

Fortunately, seeing the situation is not good, other counties also introduced corresponding policies, which prevented the population outflow.

Originally, quite a number of Bingzhou Famai families complained about this, but they soon discovered that people from other surrounding states were also slowly flowing into Bingzhou, so they kept their mouths shut and made a fortune.

It has to be said that after Wang Xuan established the rules in the First Battle of the Grassland, this move has forced the aristocratic family's lineage to benefit the people from the side.

The grievances of the people in the territory subsided, and the king of Bingzhou was naturally overjoyed. Even Master Liu of Shanhai Academy wrote an article about this matter and submitted it to the court with the help of the Academy.

For a time, the name of Emperor Xuan of Bingzhou spread from north to south.

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There was a grand celebration in Yong'an City, but Wang Xuan was not here, but participated in the New City Sacrifice in the southwest mountains.

The sacrifice here has another meaning.

Governor Liu Changgeng came to attend in person by boat, and the Taiyi Sect also dispatched a new Gao Gong to preside over the ceremony.

The new city was built on the hills of the original Yinshanzong relics, with the Eight Diagrams as the pattern, sitting and looking at the vast fields.

The first batch of residents here are mostly relatives of the Yong'an Mansion Army, and each of them is allocated fields, which can be regarded as the welfare that Huang Xuan gave to the soldiers under him.

In a sense, this place will be the foundation of Emperor Xuan, the rear of the government army from now on.

hum!
As the bell rang, the incense soared into the sky.

Wang Xuan was dressed in a black cloak, beside him was Mo Qingrou in fine attire, and behind him were all the senior officials of the government army.

Today's Yong'an Mansion is full of talented soldiers.

Mo Huaixian and Xiao Zhongmou joined the army, Mo Huaixian was in charge of internal logistics, and Xiao Zhongmou was in charge of military strategy.

Apart from Zhang Heng and Liu Shun, Mo Yunxiao, Du Chunni and his wife, Wei Tingshan, who was brought back from Wuzhou, also formally joined the army.

He is a victim of ten kinds of soul arts, with amazing talent. After obtaining the Horcrux refined by Wang Xuan, all the toxins in his body were eliminated. Although his face is still full of flesh and scars, his cultivation is no longer hindered.

After practicing the dragon and tiger army pattern, Wei Tingshan's strength has risen to a higher level, surpassing Liu Shun and others from behind, and becoming the commander of the central army of Emperor Xuan's guard.

In the enshrinement camp, old man Yang and Bai Sanxi, who are holding treasures, have decided to stay in the new city to live their lives, and Qi Long has been assigned to Xiao Zhongmou's subordinates to be in charge of diplomacy.

Chen Modao is in charge of the craftsman camp, cobbler Wei Wei is his assistant, Taoist medical disciples are in charge of alchemy, Zhu Yuding, a spirit monster, is in charge of the team camp, Huanlong's Zhou Tong is in charge of horses and beasts...

The Yong'an government army has completely embarked on a smooth road.

Wang Xuan rotated candles to look at the qi, and his eyes were filled with golden light. It can be clearly seen that with the spread of the qi and divine power of the incense, the entire basin outside the new city, and even the qi of the surrounding mountains became peaceful.

Occasionally, the remnant souls of small animals also turned into black mist and fled quickly...

You know, the Xincheng Basin is several times larger than that of Yong'an City. Such a large area is said to be the City God Temple, but it is already close to the Fujun Temple.

Taiyi has paid a lot of money...

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan looked towards the altar.

On the sacrificial altar, an old Taoist was tall and tall, with white hair and a childlike face, a hale and hearty face, with a fairy-like demeanor.

This old Daoist named Xuan Ning is a master of Taiyi Sect's Wuliangshan Sheji Altar, and he came to sit in the township under the order of Guangyuan Daoist.

The last time he came to Gaogong, unfortunately he died in Jiulongling, but this time, a person with more profound morals came, and directly stated that if Wang Xuan needed it, the Five Thunder Altar could be dispatched at any time.

But Wang Xuan knew in his heart that this was sent by Guangyuan Zhenjun, and he didn't know what plan was behind it.

After Zhou Tong's narration last night, Wang Xuan immediately judged that with that mysterious token, he might be able to enter the Wanlong Cave, but now is not the time.

At first, the Wei family had just stopped fighting, and the opponent's attitude was unclear, and the dragon crystal was enough for the time being, so there was no need to take risks.

Secondly, the token has a lot to do with it, the mysterious Immortal Xueyue Zhenjun, Xiancheng, Xuantiandao, Wei Youdi, Guzheng Guodixian... It involves secrets spanning thousands of years, and countless dead people.

Thinking about it, Wang Xuan felt dizzy.

Although he said that his cultivation base is profound now, he is not sure about participating in this matter. It is better to hang on first and continue to accumulate foundation.

At three quarters in the afternoon, the sacrificial ceremony ended, and Liu Changgeng, the governor of Bingzhou, came to the stage, took out an imperial decree and began to read it.

The name of the new city was finally decided, Taikang City, from now on it will be included in the list of prefectures and counties in Dayan, and it will be in charge of the Yong'an government army, and the county magistrate will be appointed by a child of the Mo family.

After reading the imperial decree, Governor Liu Changgeng stepped down from the stage.

Wang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, my lord."

"No need to be polite."

Inspector Liu Changgeng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Wang Duwei stabilized the state and stabilized the food price. Not only the prince and the prince are happy, but the emperor also appreciates Youjia. The new city is named Taikang, which shows the high hopes of the court."

"Oh?"

Wang Xuan was a little surprised, "The name of Taikang still has something to say?"

Liu Changgeng smiled and nodded, ""Zhou Li" said: Taikang was prosperous and oppressive everywhere. It is rumored that in the ancient Zhou Dynasty, there was an ancient city of Taikang that was an important place for military reclamation. Only one city prevented the evil spirits in the south from acting rashly. This is the prince. I would like to ask the emperor to give me a name."

Wang Xuan realized it instantly, and said in a deep voice: "Your officer understands, he must retreat and train his troops, and he will never slack off."

He knew that the prince was trying to build momentum.

The establishment of the Taotie Army ahead of schedule seems to be a certainty.

After the ceremony, the governor Liu Changgeng had other important tasks, so he led his people away in a hurry.

As night fell, Yong'an City, which had been bustling all day long, also quieted down.

Inside the government army yamen, the lights are still brightly lit.

Mo Qingrou made some delicious side dishes, and the husband and wife who had been busy all day finally had some free time.

"Husband can be considered to have a rest..."

Mo Qingrou personally poured him a glass of wine, "The wine brewed by Xuexue at the beginning of last year has just opened today, and I invite my husband to taste it."

The wine is clear and the hops are like crushed snow.

Wang Xuan gulped it down, and couldn't help but praise: "Good, the taste is sharp, the aftertaste is mellow, Madam's craftsmanship is really good."

Mo Qingrou shook her head and said, "My husband is just joking. Last year I hadn't cultivated yet, and I didn't know the five qi and five flavors. This year, I learned the method of offering wine from Master Zhu, and the method of alchemy from Master Padou. I think I can brew real Spirit wine."

Wang Xuan said with a smile: "Madam is playing tricks, talking about it now makes my heart itch, and waiting until next year, wouldn't it be torture."

"Every year, every year, there must always be something to look forward to..."

Mo Qingrou covered her mouth and smiled, but a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, "Husband, Rou'er may enter the realm of five energies next year."

"That's a good thing!"

Wang Xuan was overjoyed at first, but seeing Mo Qingrou's expression, he suddenly understood, shook his head and smiled and said: "The five energies are in the Yuan Dynasty, the innate qi is born from within, and the life is over a hundred but the appearance is not old. It might be possible to transform spirits with qi, and then you can increase your lifespan by three hundred."

"Rou'er feels that she can enjoy a long life all by herself, and I will already be a cup of loess by then, so I feel uncomfortable?"

Some things are kept in the heart, and there will be problems in the end. Now that the foundation has been established, Wang Xuan simply pointed it out.

Mo Qingrou's eyes were gloomy, "Everyone in the world wants to live forever, but if you are lonely and ruthless like a dry stone, no matter how beautiful the spring and autumn are, what does it have to do with me?"

There was warmth in Wang Xuan's heart.

He is not a lonely person. Since he came to this world, he has the pride of a brother in the army and is accompanied by a gentle wife. Although there are difficulties and obstacles and demons are raging, he is never alone.

Thinking of this, he held Mo Qingrou's small hand gently, "Don't worry, this world of mortals is very beautiful, I can't bear to leave."

As she said that, she said with a solemn expression: "Actually, my husband has a big secret, and we must not let others know."

"In my dream, I was preached by a stranger, and the method of military strategist has been broken through. It only needs three souls and seven souls to condense the evil wheel, which is no different from the dual cultivation of life and life. Longevity is not illusory..."

Mo Qingrou was a little speechless, "My husband doesn't need to say these things. Since ancient times, military strategists have not lived forever. Even if there are very few people who have achieved the seven souls, there is no such thing as the three souls."

Wang Xuanzheng said: "That is the loss of the military family's inheritance, and in my dream, there is a vast amount of knowledge from other people, and it is also the great ability of the military family. Otherwise, how could I have achieved what I am today?"

Now, Mo Qingrou was a little dubious.

Wang Xuan was down and out two years ago, but now not only has he risen rapidly, but also many military strategists are known for their wonderful ideas and methods.

Many people have suspected that it has a world-shattering inheritance, but with Emperor Xuan's current status, who would dare to ask more questions.

After all, seizing someone's inheritance is a matter of life and death.

The Wei family wants to seize the secret method of the Dragon Crystal Golden Feather Arrow, and everyone in Yong'an will fight for it.

Mo Qingrou couldn't believe it, "Do you remember the name of the stranger?"

Wang Xuan arched his hands, "Riding a tiger down the mountain, the name is Ghost Valley!"

After all, I picked up some classics about Guiguzi's deeds.

Mo Qingrou now completely believes that stories can be made up after all, but the classics are a collection of wisdom, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell the truth from the fake.

"My husband is so lucky..."

Mo Qingrou was both surprised and delighted, "It is rumored that Liu Chang'an, the exiled immortal, taught the Dharma in the dream of a stranger. My husband has learned the ingenuity of the military strategist from Guigu's predecessor. No wonder he did such a thing."

After all, he said worriedly: "Don't tell anyone about this matter. If the military family can live forever, it will be a great event, and Rou'er is talking too much."

Then he insisted on secretly setting up an unnamed tablet to pray to Master Guigu for him, making Wang Xuan dumbfounded.

Fortunately, most of the knots in her heart have been untied. If Mo Qingrou is always worried about this matter, stagnation in her cultivation is a minor matter, and her troubles are caused by madness.

The couple talked for a while, taking advantage of the cool autumn night and the beautiful scenery on a good day, it was a cloud and rain...

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Just when Yong'an was on a smooth road and Wang Xuan was enjoying the spring night to the fullest, Mozhou was not very stable.

Huangquanling is located in the northern part of Wuzhou, in the branch of Kunyuan Mountain. It is shrouded in mist all the year round, not a single grass grows, and there are jagged rocks. Even in midsummer, there is no sunshine at all.

It is rumored that this place is the burial place of the ancient ancestors. It is full of strange things, dead ghosts are everywhere, and the natural mountains and rivers form a fierce place. Even the Taiyi Sect is difficult to enter.

Whoosh whoosh!
Under the moonlight, a few figures suddenly appeared above the mountains, each of them breathed abysses like the sea, looking solemnly ahead.

The leader is none other than Zhenjun Guangyuan.

Dozens of miles ahead is Huangquan Ridge, amidst the billowing black mist, a green pillar of fire rises into the sky.

"When did this happen?"

Guangyuan Zhenjun said solemnly.

A Gao Gong clapped his hands and replied: "Returning to the head teacher, it only appeared once last night, but today it continues non-stop."

There are a few old people beside them, they are the head and elders of the Bai family in Wuzhou, and their eyes are full of worry.

The head of the Bai family said in a deep voice: "True Monarch, some time ago, Huangquanling ghouls were haunted, and I arrested a traitor from the Bai family. Under torture, I learned that Emperor Wei You was fighting everywhere in Huangquanling. The zombie old ghost is under his command, as if he is plotting something big."

Zhenjun Guangyuan remained silent, his eyes full of doubts.

If Emperor Xuan was there, he would find that the green fire here, except for the color, is almost exactly the same as the ancient battlefield of Kanyuan Mountain...

(End of this chapter)