Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 43: People who rebel
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Spring is still far away, and the cold wind is like a knife.
More than a hundred Yunqin soldiers walked on the official road outside a small town in Heluohang Province. These Yunqin soldiers were all wearing regular army-style black armor, but the marching formation was a little messy, and many people carried them. Hurt.
Xu Zhenyan and Leng Zhennan and Rongjia were originally the most powerful existence in the court after Wenxuanshu's rebellion. They were intertwined with each other in Zhongzhou City. I don’t know how many of their own people were inserted. But even so, The cabinet formed by Xu Zhenyan and Leng Zhennan only occupied the imperial city of Zhongzhou. It has not yet been able to truly pacify the city of Zhongzhou and the Acropolis of Wailing, and military rebellions have occurred from time to time.
After Xu Zhenyan’s decree in the name of the imperial city of Zhongzhou was conveyed to the various provinces of Yunqin, the chiefs who fell from the top of the provinces, and some local heroes, naturally it is impossible for all of them to obey this dying. The formed cabinet.
The army has always been the focus of the struggle for ownership. When one's own will and the upper-level control conflict violently, war will inevitably break out.
The local Yunqin army is experiencing an unprecedented split, and this split will even make the entire Yunqin a situation where countless princes and princes before the founding of Yunqin.
This Yunqin army, walking on the muddy official road outside the town, just won a battle, and is about to rush to another town to join up with like-minded troops.
However, there is no joy of victory on the faces of all these Yunqin soldiers, only dignity and exhaustion.
Because they never thought that one day they would fight Yun Qin himself.
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Whether it is the secret meeting of the major businesses in the Sanyin Province, or the Yunqin army fighting with the previous one, it is a microcosm of the countless changes in Yunqin at this moment.
In a corner of the street in this small town, there are still a few carriages.
The worrying townspeople in the town district have no intention of guessing where these carriages come from businessmen or some civilians who are patrolling. Officials are executing orders. At this moment, no one connects these ordinary carriages with Qingluan Academy. Together.
A few gleams of light spilled in from the cracks in the car door, Gao Yanan was silent in the dim light, and his eyebrows were full of deep concern.
Bian Linghan and Leng Qiuyu looked at Gao Yanan’s profile, and looked at her worried but determined eyebrows. Leng Qiuyu couldn’t help but whispered, “Really keep hiding like this?”
"It must be kept like this."
Gao Yanan turned his head, looked at Bian Linghan and Leng Qiuyu, and said clearly: "From what we have seen in these days, so many contact points of our Qingluan College no longer exist, which is enough to show that Zhang Ping has a better understanding of our Qingluan Academy’s contact method than we thought. He knows our Qingluan Academy too much, and Lin Xi too much. If he knows that we are still alive, if our whereabouts are exposed, he must He will use all his power against us to force Lin Xi and the others to appear in his sight again. We can’t be Lin Xi’s burden, we must make everyone think that we died in Thunder Academy, so that Zhang Ping can’t think of us hiding Power."
Bian Linghan was silent for a moment, and his voice was slightly cold: "The longer the time is, the stronger Zhang Ping will become."
"We must gather the strongest force to strike him. With our current strength, it is not enough to enter Zhongzhou City to find him and kill him." Gao Yanan looked at Bian Linghan and said, "So we only have to wait. , Waiting for Lin Xi’s news, waiting for the opportunity to fight back."
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There are many shallow lake lotus ponds in Huangshui Tangling in Qiantang Province.
When the lake gradually dries up in winter, the owners of the lotus ponds will hire many laborers to enter these lotus ponds to dig lotus roots.
The lotus pond is too dry to dig. If the lotus joints are dug off and enter the muddy water, they will not sell for the price. Therefore, the lotus root digging workers are trapped in the cold mud all day long, using their hands and some simple tools to dig the lotus roots. , Very hard.
Fortunately, the price of lotus root in winter is good, and the price paid by the lotus pond owners to these hard-working lotus root digging workers is not low. After months of work, these workers can get money to support their families for one year. It has become the greatest comfort in the hearts of these workers.
In the mud of the shallow lake that is not known for many miles, there are countless lotus diggers covered in black mud working hard among the dead lotus and fallen leaves.
One of the lotus ponds is owned by Fang Zhongru.
Fang Zhongru is one of the most famous Confucian scholars in Qiantang Province. He is well-known for his knowledge, but he did not enter the court. He only runs some schools in the local area as a squire, does some bridge repairs, and writes some reading notes. , Do something good.
He owns nearly a hundred acres of lotus pond ancestral business, but he is not arrogant, and his family still lives in two-entry bungalows facing the lotus pond by the lake.
When a purgatory mountain priest in a strange red robe came to him, the big scholar in a yellow cotton robe was cooking a pot of tea and a pot of yellow sugar **** in a pavilion by the lake. Water and a pot of hot porridge.
He drank the hot tea himself, and the yellow sugar, **** water and hot porridge were for the laborers who were digging lotus roots in the mud flat in front of him.
Ginger water can drive away the cold and warm the body, but **** water alone can easily hurt the stomach on an empty stomach, so he also prepared hot porridge.
When a Purgatory Mountain priest appeared in his sight, his gentle face was covered with frost that was difficult to dissolve.
"Please write a book to denounce Lin Xi."
The ordinary face of the young Purgatory Mountain priest flashed some enthusiasm in the depths of his eyes, but his expression was extremely calm. After the respectful salute, he did not say any extra words and made his own request to let Fang Zhongru Gong Develop some books and reprimand Lin Xi's actions.
The 40-year-old Confucian thought for a few breaths of time.
Then he made no sound, just lifted his teapot, and then inserted his hands into the red charcoal stove.
His face became unusually pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled from his forehead.
Everyone could see that he was in pain, but he just let out a dull and painful grunt, then looked up at the priest of Purgatory Mountain.
My hands are rotten, so naturally I can no longer write books.
Of course, the priest of Purgatory Mountain also understood what he meant and saw his determination.
However, the purgatory mountain priest was not angry, but calmly looked at Fang Zhongru and said: "I know you are the most filial piety. Your wife is taking your old mother to a tailor shop in the city at this moment. She changed a robe, but you did so, but the shop caught fire. Your wife and old mother were killed in the fire."
"You don't think about your body and skin. Please also think about your family, because you still have a pair of children." The Purgatory Mountain priest calmly said, his eyes turned away from Fang Zhongru's festering hands , Looking at the distance behind Fang Zhongru.
Fang Zhongru turned around. He saw a plume of smoke rising into the sky in the distant city.
He understood what was going on, he trembled all over, and began to cry.
The priest of Purgatory Mountain looked at him calmly.
The great scholar also understood the meaning of the last sentence of the purgatory mountain priest. He slammed his head against the pavilion pillar beside him.
With a crisp sound, the big scholar's body rubbed the pavilion column and fell, and blood, red and white, spread out on the pavilion column and the ground.
Countless exclamations and angry shouts rang out in the mud of the lake.
Many lotus diggers waved the short iron shovel in their hands to rush to the shore. No matter what the origin of this red-robed priest, they have to work hard with it. However, the lake is too muddy, and their steps are too heavy and heavy. Slowly, I could only watch that indifferent red figure, disappearing into their sight.
A young man digging lotus root also saw the whole process of Fang Zhongru's death.
This young man's appearance is handsome, even if his face is muddy, it doesn't make people feel dirty and ugly.
All the lotus diggers around him only thought he was a lotus digger from poor families in the southern provinces, but no one knew that he was once one of Qingluan College’s selections, and the whole Yunqin was the best and One of the young people in the scenery, the son of Wen Shoufu, who once held a lot of power.
He is Wen Xuanyu.
After the autumn festival, he disappeared from everyone's sight, but he had been practicing desperately, wanting revenge.
He doesn't care about the grievances between the Juliu clan and the Changsun clan, nor does he care what kind of existence his father is. For him, whether Wen Xuanshu is a treacherous or evil, he is his father. He only knew that Emperor Yunqin killed his father, so for a long period of time, his only purpose of survival was to kill Emperor Yunqin and avenge his father.
However, Emperor Yunqin was already dead, amid the persecution of Lin Xi and the turmoil of the people in Zhongzhou City.
This kind of bitter hatred that supported him to live, suddenly disappeared inexplicably one day, and he suddenly didn't know the meaning of his life.
The battle between Zhang Ping and Qingluan Academy and Lin Xi didn't make him feel anything to do with him before.
However, standing in the cold muddy water today, looking at the scene in front of him, his blood began to burn unconsciously.
He still doesn't know what will happen to him in the future, or what the meaning of his life is.
However, at this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.
He must kill this red-robed priest of Purgatory Mountain.
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When Wen Xuanyu began to walk fast in the lotus pond, and went faster and faster, a battle had just ended at the Northern College of Qiantang Province.
More than a dozen practitioners from the North Neighbor College stood up hard in a pool of blood.
On the ground around them, in addition to the bodies of many people dressed as bandits and cultivators, there are also the bodies of a red-robed priest of Purgatory Mountain and several ghost-faced doves.
In this battle, these practitioners of the North Neighbor College won the final victory. They ambushed the red-robed priest of Purgatory Mountain and the minions who served him, but they also paid a heavy price.
The most important thing is that they don't know how long they can last after winning this battle.
Regardless of other right or wrong, they, like many Yunqin cultivators, are not willing to surrender to Zhang Ping and the foot of Purgatory Mountain. They should be on the side of Lin Xi and Qingluan Academy at this moment.
In their view, Lin Xi is naturally the leader of all opposition forces at this moment.
"Lin Xi, where are you? Why didn't Qingluan Academy make some counterattacks?" So at this moment, one of the practitioners from the North Neighbor Academy who was struggling to stand up could not help but utter such a painful moan. (To be continued)
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