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Chapter 371 Shangning City

Northwest of Zhongzhou.

Shangning Road, Shangning Lake.

In the early years, the damage caused by the battle between four three-level monks has been restored to its original state under the repairs of the local monks. The picturesque lake is now rippling with blue waves. Several towns have been built nearby. The people in the towns rely on this large lake. Live a normal daily life again.

There is an undulating mountain range to the west of Shangning Lake. The mountain is covered with plateau mountain cypress trees. There is a magnificent city built at the entrance of the mountain range. The city has an outer wall and an inner wall. The outer wall has a two-foot-high rammed earth wall, and the inner city wall It is a six-foot-tall boulder, reinforced with huge iron nails in some important places.

Outside the city wall are patches of plateau wheat. It is winter now, and a thin layer of snow is pressing on the winter wheat seedlings. At a glance, it has the desolate beauty of the plateau snowy area.

In the central area of ​​​​the city, there is a tall building made of huge rocks. Its surface is emitting white light. This should be a barrier magic circle, but it uses the Tianmen magic similar to that of the Yuqing Sect.

This is the newly built Shangning City!

It is a force that Wang Lian, a descendant of the Wang Ping family, operates in the northwest with the help of Zhang Xinghuai.

The imperial court had officially recognized this emerging city last year and established the Northwest Governor's Office here, with the prime minister's military positions on Shangning Road and Zhushan Road as the main tasks.

"Mr. Zhang, Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Half an hour later.

Their smiles were one of friendly banter, not derision.

Yuanding 24 years, the sixth day of the first lunar month.

Wang Lian is naturally the Grand Governor of the Northwest Governor's Mansion. This move has aroused the dissatisfaction of many warlord factions in the north of Zhushan Road and Shangning Road. In the past year, they have continuously sent small groups of troops to harass the areas controlled by Wang Lian, causing confusion in the Governor's Mansion. Civil and military officials were very tired.

After the team left the city, they headed north and arrived at a mountain gate on the west side of the mountains next to the city.

He's quick on his feet and extremely fast.

There is a very low-key Taoist temple on top of this mountain range. The knights in silver armor held the reins of their horses at the same time in front of the mountain gate. The middle-aged man's riding skills were poorer. He only held the reins after the horse passed the mountain gate, which made the knights behind him "Haha." "laughing out loud.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and a young Taoist priest wearing a bearskin coat greeted him at the door. Under his bearskin coat was a shabby blue Taoist robe. In line with the scene in front of him, this greeting seemed a bit awkward. Shabby and nondescript.

In the morning, just after dawn, the subordinates in the porridge shed were busy serving porridge. A group of silver-armored cavalry walked out of the city. They were escorting a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and cotton coat.

The middle-aged man stopped his horse and turned over. First he cursed his horse, then he cursed a few words at the knights behind him, and then he swung the horse's reins and walked up the mountain.

The middle-aged man appeared in front of a Taoist temple courtyard made of rubble.

The red lanterns inside and outside the city are still lit, and people are still visiting relatives during the rare farm break. There are also some people who have escaped from the disaster and are squatting in thatched huts near the porridge shack outside the city to suffer from hunger, hoping for good fortune next year.

The middle-aged man he greeted was Wang Ping's nephew Zhang Xinghuai.

He cupped his fists and said "Thank you", and then followed the young Taoist priest into the courtyard. There were more than a dozen Taoist priests practicing in the courtyard, all of which were basic Qi-nourishing Kung Fu. In the distance, several older Taoist priests could be seen practicing Qi-nurturing exercises. Something is busy in the snowy fields.

The Taoist priest leading the way led Zhang Xinghuai higher along the backbone of the mountain range, and reached the edge of a snow-covered mountain. There was a small ashram built on the edge of the mountain. The courtyard of the ashram and the surrounding snow scenery It was out of place because not a single snowflake fell in the courtyard. There is a table carved from huge stone in the middle of the courtyard. Next to it sits an old man drinking tea alone. He is bare-headed and wearing Taoist robes. His gray beard occupies most of his chest and covers most of his face. The face outside the beard is full of wrinkles, and between the wrinkles are some ugly age spots.

Zhang Xinghuai walked into the courtyard and said with a smile: "It was originally a good place with a great artistic conception, but you used magic to remove the snow, leaving the artistic conception completely gone."

"I chose to open a dojo here because of the good view here, not because of the artistic conception." The old man made an invitation gesture to the seat opposite him, and waved to the Taoist priest who followed.

"This is a good saying. Behind all the beautiful scenery in the world are the blood and tears of ordinary people!" Zhang Xinghuai took the tea handed to him by the old man, took a comfortable sip, and turned to look at Shang Ning who was watching from a distance down the mountain. City, all kinds of thoughts suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Everyone is born with a destiny. Some are slaves, some are officials, some are begging, and some are in charge of the world. Your kindness should not spread so easily. This will become your weakness!"

Zhang Xinghuai retorted: "This is not my kindness. I have no kindness. I just think that Zhongzhou is on the wrong path. Don't tell me about destiny. I believe in destiny and I know it. But I will not accept it. I have to do something in life." What?"

The old man picked up his tea cup with a smile. Instead of arguing with Zhang Xinghuai, he agreed: "You will do great things."

Zhang Xinghuai drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, put down the cup and looked at the old man and said: "I received a letter from my uncle. He told me that the Yang family on Yunzhou Road was going to rebuild the temple. He also asked me to build my own title after hearing the news. .”

The old man leaned back slightly, then subconsciously straightened the beard on his chest and said, "It's a good thing. This must be Mr. Xiaoshanfu's idea. Your uncle cannot do such a sudden thing."

"In this way, we have completely broken with the imperial court. The next step the imperial court will make is to confer the opposite rebels as the governor of the northwest."

"We've come this far, why do you need to look forward and backward?"

Zhang Xinghuai laughed at himself, patted the non-existent snow on his body, and said: "There is another sentence in the letter from Uncle Master, saying that only if the True Yang Sect ignores the Yang family's independence, we will be allowed to create our own title."

"The True Yang Sect is indeed a big trouble, but this time there are many people involved in the chess game."

"So, the True Yang Sect really doesn't care?"

"You're upset."

"How can we avoid chaos? I have been waiting for this opportunity, but do you know? Once we create our own title, it will be equivalent to falling out with the imperial court. I will first have to betray Zhonghui Academy founded by my teacher, and then break up the diplomatic relations. It will cover my desk like a flood!"

"Are some worldly things worthy of your concern?"

"No, I just want to say it, I just want to say it."

Zhang Xinghuai looked at the increasingly busy city below and said with his neck crossed: "What the hell, the last thing I want is to see those rebels being conferred the title of Grand Governor. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick."

"When you defeat them, you can let them feed your horse!"

"good idea!"

The two laughed loudly as they spoke.

After laughing, Zhang Xinghuai stared at the old man and said, "I decided to join the Jimin Association, meet the so-called saint, and see how it is different from my humanistic teachings."

(End of this chapter)