There are mountains across the vast Western Regions, like long swords at the waist, dividing the Western Regions into two. The Dafeng Dynasty established the Western Regions Protectorate, which was located at a broken mountain pass. The territory is still better than the current Liyang Dynasty. After the destruction of the Liyang Dynasty, the Protectorate gradually became a masterless city. After more than two hundred years of bloody disputes, the ancient city established its own rules, and it has the most complex veins in the world. Perhaps the old man in the smoky noodle restaurant was once a noble man from a certain country in the Spring and Autumn Period. Maybe the arrogant butcher who had bare chests and belly exposed every day was the Central Plains general who had tens of thousands of elite soldiers in the past. Perhaps the white-haired old woman who could bargain with the vendor for half an hour turned around and stroked her.

The air that appears when hair makes people guess that when an elderly woman is young, she will only be a lady raised in lush mountains and rivers. In addition to these remnants who are forgotten with the Spring and Autumn Period, there are more of the desperate people in the city who have traveled here, and everyone is doing all kinds of shameless activities. There are horse thieves who come here to buy drunk in their leisure time in the border area, killers who are not astonishing but kill people, and some are nominally merchants and actually die of deaths of a certain force... Such a mixed Western Region throat, almost every day, but their deaths are very rules. If someone dies without rules, there will naturally be people who intervene and end things with a proper rule.

On a carriage that was temporarily hired to drive towards the city, the coachman was a yellowish-faced, thin-skinned and clever middle-aged man, spitting around and talking about the "rules" of the city. A young man who was not very common in the Western Regions was sitting next to him. If he said that the elegant blue-shirted outfit was not rare in the city, it was just a rare appearance of young people. In the eyes of the native man, this guest was like a storyteller who heard about in his early years. A scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, stayed in an ancient temple and then met him.

The fox spirit turned into a human form. In the dusk, the man looked up at the huge city with a faint outline, and then he couldn't help but look at the foreign employer who was not very generous in his actions, and felt a little regretful. In the city they were going to, although most people followed the rules of life and death, some people had to set the rules. Unfortunately, they met this small group of people. Whether they were following the rules or not depends on their mood. Some people would be rich overnight and fall in love with the big people in the city, and they lived in more than ten places.

There was a step into the sky in the largest city in the Western Regions, and some people had no news about it. The coachman had carried a group of people into the city a few years ago. Four people, three men and one woman, with swords and swords. They all looked quite good, but before they could stop, they blocked the cavalry teams that rushed out of the inner city. It was a great fight. The four of them were really good at it. They jumped out of the carriage and jumped up onto the roof. The rain of water-splashing arrows did not hurt them at all. He didn't dare to look at it anymore, and he abandoned the carriage and almost crawled away.

, afterwards, I learned that the four of them were hung at the gate of Zhengdong City. It is said that they were heroes who came to seek revenge in the Central Plains. Unexpectedly, the enemy became the powerful people in the inner city, but after 40 or 50 people, they were asked to give their lives to the city. In fact, there are several such tragedies every year. In the final analysis, anyone can come to that city, but not everyone can leave. However, the coachman did not dare to say this, for fear of scaring the young employers around him, and of course he was even more afraid that his commission would turn into a flying cooked duck.

Before the cold carriage entered the city, the coachman kindly talked to the young people about the current situation in the city, such as the city was divided into inside and outside, and there were four local gangs in the outer city. They liked to go out to the city to play cavalry warfare when they had nothing to do. When the troops were at their peak, the cavalry of a total of 1,000 people on both sides charged. I heard that the four forces had more than 3,000 war horses, and even hundreds of powerful crossbows. If you get involved, you will be dismembered by five horses. Anyway, those guys have never done such things. The guys with three surnames in the inner city were even more unlucky, and they all had great backgrounds and family backgrounds. Anyway, they were the local emperors in this city. Among them, the Chai family collected twenty or thirty dragon robes and python clothes, and the head of the Chai family had a few heads of the Chai family.

Several big trips were really like the rumors, wearing dragon robes, and several beauties around them were phoenix crowns and robes, which was like the queen and concubine, which was eye-opening. Near the city gate, the thirsty coachman took off his sheepskin wine bag and took a sip of wine, turned to look at the young man who listened to him seriously, and grinned, "That's to say this to make the young master more careful. But what if he really encounters trouble, if there are those monks in red holding prayer drums nearby, the young master must hurry up and ask for help. After all, in our Western Regions, they are living Bodhisattvas, and no matter how unreasonable people are, they will always restrain themselves."

After entering the city, the young man got off at a downtown inn in the east of the city, and gave the coachman a few taels of silver. Although there was black rust, there was no dusk, which made the coachman feel that the words were in vain. Good people would be rewarded. However, when he saw the young man slowly walked into the inn without any intention, the coachman's eyes were a little complicated. In fact, those words were still in vain. When outsiders entered the inn, whether they could come out alive depends on the will of heaven. Even if they could get out by chance, they would have to fall out several layers of skin. However, thinking that the inn would give him some money afterwards, the coachman couldn't help laughing secretly. But at this moment, the young man turned around and smiled. The coachman's smile suddenly became slightly stiff, but soon his smile returned to normal, and he waved his hand to the poor who had already entered the tiger's mouth but didn't know it.

When the coachman happily left, he probably didn't know that if this city was a local snake entrenched on the territory of the Western Regions, it was frightening, then he personally sent a big dragon in the river that was enough to easily swallow the snake.

He hired a carriage to enter the city, and it was Xu Fengnian who had not received a clear answer from Mount Lanta. There were more than 300,000 monks in the Western Regions who were not registered, and there were as many as 40,000 to 50,000 on the table. However, even if Xu Fengnian personally arrived at Mount Lanta, he could not successfully take away one soldier. However, things did not have any turning point. Xu Fengnian came to this Western Regions Protectorate of the Great Feng Dynasty, which was to do his best for the hopeless turning point, and then leave his will. There was a hill in the middle of the inner city that was more than twenty feet high, which was called

On the top of the mountain, there is the largest prayer drum in the world. It has a copper body and a weight of 120,000 jin. The four great Bodhisattvas of Manjushri Samantabhadra and Ksitigarbha and the lifelike 8,000 heavenly women are carved outside the barrel. There are 810,000 six-character mantras and all the Tripitakas in the barrel. The prayer drum is empty with a large circle of prayer wheels that can be grasped. The reason why it is empty is that no one has successfully promoted this prayer wheel since it was built. Then, no one can accept the great blessing of chanting the Buddha's name for 810,000 times per turn every week.

This anecdote has been circulating in the Central Plains for a long time as Buddhism travels to the east. It is said that the difficulty of "this method is difficult to turn". First of all, the difficulty lies in climbing the mountain, and the difficulty lies in the power of dragons and elephants that is equivalent to tens of thousands of kilograms. The three difficulties lie in whether there is a Buddhist connection. A monk from Mount Lanta once said that even Lu Zu and Wang Xianzhi were still difficult to turn.

For Xu Fengnian, no matter whether it is Lantuo Mountain to turn the prayer drum, even if he wants to force his attempt, it is not impossible. Xu Fengnian dares not say that it is certainly possible. There are many eminent monks in Lantuo Mountain, and there are two human Buddhas like Liu Songtao, plus the Six-Pearl Bodhisattva, and dozens of masters. Once they join forces to defend against something or not let anyone do anything, it can indeed make people as difficult as heaven. Xu Fengnian believes that using martial arts to judge the power of the fourteen people, just in terms of strength, it is not difficult to push the prayer drum. The real difficulty lies in the Buddha's fate that seems to be there and not.

Lanta Mountain gave a four-character reminder to the young vassal king who was visiting the mountain in person, "Tianshui Bathing in Buddha".

Xu Fengnian checked in on the second floor of the inn, opened the window and looked worried. Grain Rain, March 2nd. However, the Buddha's birthday, "Nine Dragons Spitting Water and Bathing in the Golden Body", is about to be on the eighth of the April 2nd. Logically, Xu Fengnian could not spend a whole month in this lonely city outside the Great Wall, thousands of miles away from Beiliang, but at the foot of the mountain, Xu Fengnian met an old woman holding a small prayer wheel and worshiping the Buddha devoutly. After chatting, the old man turned the ordinary turn.

The prayer tube was given to Xu Fengnian. When Xu Fengnian recalled afterwards, the old woman had an unintentional word that echoed in his heart like a big bell roaring. She said at that time that she should not turn the prayer tube too quickly. It was not that the more times the merits were accumulated, the more you accumulated, but that you should be calm and steady. Xu Fengnian knew that the old man was just the most common people in the Western Regions to worship Buddha, but it was precisely because of this that he truly felt the feeling of "the will of heaven in the dark".

A helpless bitterness appeared on the corner of Xu Fengnian's mouth. Do you really have to wait until the eighth day of the fourth month? The battle in Hutou City in Liangzhou is in full swing and storms are coming, and Youzhou is in the middle of the storm. Even if he, the King of Beiliang, cannot personally dispatch troops in the Beiliang Protectorate, feels that he needs to stand there, be able to see the smoke and hear the war drum with his own ears, to be at ease. If he could push the prayer wheel, it would be fine. After the entry of the Jianghuai River, there were 40,000 brave and brave monk soldiers who were brave and good at fighting, and then Huang Man'er, who was the first to be on the Western Front of Liangmang, could always be more stable. This is Xu Fengnian's selfish desire to act under the eyes of Tuoba Bodhisattva this time. Dan Tai Pingjing was very annoyed at that time, which was also from this.

Xu Fengnian killed the Beimang Zhenlong at that time, and his realm fell sharply. If he could, how could he be willing to go out of Hulukou? However, the Iron Cavalry of Beiliang is different from other border soldiers. The whole world knows that these Iron Cavalry were surnamed Xu, and the border troops of Beiliang also knew that this was the same. However, Xu Fengnian inherited the king's title. It was so difficult to convince the 300,000 Iron Armors. The army and the Jianghu are two worlds. It was not that Xu Fengnian became the few martial arts masters in the world, and he had the capital to be domineering to thousands of troops. Xu Xiao was just a martial arts realm that was barely a little master back then. Why was he the only one who could convince the public? Why was Gu Jiantang the world's number one swordsman?

But his confidant Cai Nan led tens of thousands of troops under his command to see Xu Xiao wearing armor and spears. He risked his defeat and risked his unluckyness in the hearts of the civil ministers in Liyang. He still knelt down and bowed to Xu Xiao with surrender and turned around to ask Xu Xiao to review the army. The reason is simple. Xu Xiao could not kill many people alone, but since Xu Xiaohu left Liaodong, how many big cities have been slaughtered? How many tens of thousands of surrendered soldiers have been killed? The military man is not the son of a literary man, and he does not have the sentimentality of "unrighteous spring and autumn, the Central Plains have sunk into the sentimentality". He lets you be the soldiers who once again wear armor for the Zhao family after the country is destroyed. In addition to hatred, he will also have indescribable respect for Xu Xiao deep in his heart.

Xu Fengnian also knew that the little Landa's prayer drum might not be able to rotate, but he still had to stand here honestly and be confused.

Tai-Ancheng can sit on the big dragon chair, but Xu Fengnian cannot sit on it. Qingliangshan can sit on the big tiger-skin chair, but only Xu Fengnian can sit on it. This is not even a change that Xu Fengnian can become an extraordinary martial arts realm and as high as the saints and heaven. A person must have concerns in his life, and it is extremely difficult to become a self-deprecating man. Xu Xiao, who rarely speaks beautiful principles, once said that this journey in the world is to endure hardships to repay the debt. After paying off the debt, when the family is over, it is already a man's great ability. Xu Fengnian used to not be deeply touched by this, but later when he saw those domineering behaviors in Lingzhou

Afterwards, I was heartbroken and actually felt at ease. Look, this is the descendants of the guys who conquered the world with Xu Xiao. Xu Xiao never felt guilty about your father's sacrifice in this life, so you have the happiness you have today! Even in the barren border like Beiliang, Xu Xiao still let you take off your armor and live a peaceful and luxurious life outside the Yangtze River in Lingzhou, which is not inferior to the Central Plains. Xu Fengnian's hatred for Zhong Hongwu and his real murderous intentions are not because the Huaihua General looked down on him, the second generation ancestor, but because Zhong Hongwu, who left the border as a natural virtue, suffered so much that the entire Lingzhou generals forgot Xu Xiao's good intentions.

Standing at the window and looking at the bustling street outside the building, Xu Fengnian mocked himself: "Isn't the heroes free to be lucky?"

A knock on the door sounded. The restaurant clerk came to ask him if he wanted to order some food. If he didn't feel troublesome and was reluctant to go downstairs, the restaurant could bring it to the house. The clerk also asked whether he needed to eat some extra "outdoor meals" with dialect characteristics. He said that not only had grassland horses, but also the Jiangnan thin horses that played small songs were not short of, but the price was more expensive, and he would get twenty taels of silver at a time. As for whether he could stay overnight and the price would be high, it would be a judge of the ability of the guest official. Xu Fengnian smiled and declined. He only had a dinner meal. The guy rolled his eyes on the spot and left in disappointment, complaining that the coachman who had not yet left the city for good news was too weak. He found such a two-legged sheep with a lean meat that was a few taels of weight. How many copper coins could he have?

Afterwards, Xu Fengnian ate the dishes of sweating medicine. The restaurant staff who came to serve the food box and the bowls and chopsticks were dumb for a long time. Before Xu Fengnian hit the table, he knew that he had encountered a thorny idea. This is not rare in black shops like them that have been opened for many years. Since it is not soft, then it is hard. The restaurant has one or two treasures of the restaurant with blood on both hands. If you really meet a capable person who doesn't eat soft and hard, you will admit defeat. You can take the lead in the Western Regions. You are particularly generous in this kind of thing and can't hold your face. If you step on the ground, you can also pick it up. Soon a middle-aged man with a burly figure and scar on his face pushed the door open, and four or five restaurant staff who like to join in the fun gathered.

At the corner of the corridor, the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was the man who was betting on how long could that man bet on, and a man who was very gambled seemed to have lost many times. This time, he fought a big man and bet on the young man who was safe and sound with all the broken silver. The man who was in the man who had just taken the food in the room was the one who had just taken the three or four taels of silver and couldn't even close his mouth. Unexpectedly, before the money was heated up, he had to pay back seven or eight taels of rice. It was just that Mr. Lu, a restaurant that was famous in the outer city, walked out. The man who was the man who was in the shop immediately grabbed the sleeve of the old man and asked bitterly: "Master Lu, did you fall in love with the man's skin and let the water go to the other person? This little one is going to waste half a year."

The man, who was covered in the bandit spirit of a year, was furious after hearing this, kicked the bastard who was adding fuel to the fire and hit the wall of the corridor. Fortunately, he used some tricks, but he also wanted the shopkeeper to feel good, and he was half kneeling on the ground and gasping like a fish on the shore, unable to say a word. The man lowered his voice and said angrily: "Let your mother's water, if you are in the house, I can't get out of bed for ten days and half a month!"

The restaurant clerk dared to refute anything, enduring the pain and moaning quietly. Compared to that kick, these dirty words were so light that they could not be more light. What is this in the Western Regions? They can’t even make food. Even the characters in the city who were born and raised in the twenties or thirties in this city knew some inside information. Twenty years ago, many men and women who were unable to survive by their ability. I don’t know how many golden branches and jade leaves were "hospitable" in the dimly lit private kiln, and they were attracted to them.

The businessman may be their fathers or even the men in charge. So now, older men are now, and now they are waiting to die while they are dying, they always like to take a stance to such similarities with their young people, "You young young people, you are really late. We are in their age of fierce spirit and tigers, and we have met a good age. Those wives from the east, whether they are in their teens and twenties, or even in their thirties and forties, are much more watery than the women you see on the streets now.

Their skin is as good as silk when touched. Although they always feel shy and like to let someone turn off the oil lamp before doing that, otherwise they will have to pay extra money, but this is not a big deal, because when you really press on their bodies, you will know that happiness. You bastards don't think about this kind of beauty." The man ignored these young scoundrels who were so shallow that they could not hold half a bowl of water left, and even if they were far away from the room, they were still scared. He had something he said without the shame, and when he crossed the threshold

At that time, just glanced at the man, he almost couldn't take a step. If the man hadn't smiled and did not continue to "make trouble", he would have already stepped back and raised the flag high. But when he seemed to have enough strength to take his breasts and walked forward for seven or eight steps, he was already sweating profusely. After all, he was a desperate hero who had been licking blood from the knife for twenty years, but he didn't dare to sit down at all. He just clasped his fists and said something to bother the young master. When the young master nodded and smiled, he would have the energy to move around, otherwise he would have to stand there like a piece of wood and wait to die.

The man stood at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor and stopped. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered, Lu Dayi was a hero in a military that had lost his country in the Spring and Autumn Period at a young age. He had never lost his skills for so many years. He even went to this ancient Western Regions Protectorate Palace, and he also learned some unique skills from his predecessors who had hidden his name here. How many times have they been thrilling in blood? Now he has even touched the threshold of the young master. Although he is respectful to accompany the last place in the outer city 20 masters listed by the benevolent people, he is not very good at ranking, but he is at least a person on the list. Could it be that the so-called masters who have been working behind closed doors in the Western Regions are so bad?

Compared with the orthodox martial arts in the Central Plains, Lu Dayi fled to the Western Regions at the age of 19. He was a soldier in the army in the past, and he had long been indifferent to his hometown. As for the Liyang Dynasty, he had never been involved in it. He always felt that even if this city was the capital of the Western Regions, he could make a name for himself and work hard to make a career. Even if he was inferior to the masters of the Central Plains, he was not much worse than that of the top ten masters in the inner city. He firmly believed that even if not everyone was comparable to the martial arts masters in the world, two or three people should be qualified to be on the list. But after meeting the young man today, Lu Dayi suddenly woke up the frog in the well.

The young man who looked like a young man from aristocratic family really had a "momentum". The master, who had been serious all year round, used to squint his eyes and talked to him about this mysterious realm of clouds and mist when he occasionally drank wine. He also said that the master's fight was similar to the doctor's saint's look, listening, asking and touching. The rise and fall of the momentum of the look is just the first step, and the second step of the high and low qi in his words is the next step to register for each other to determine whether life and death are in common. In the end, the final one is to discuss it unless he had to.

It is probably the bleak ending of a judgment of life and death. Lu Dayi did not take this seriously. After staying in the Western Regions for a long time, he was used to drawing swords to face each other with disagreement, and used to assassination and interception and fighting with the word "money". How could he care about what sect you are from? As long as you cut off the road to money, even if you are the king of heaven, I will be stabbed. In the Western Regions, the soil and fields where heaven and earth, you can't help but eat. You can't take life and death seriously. Since you don't even care about life and death, you still care whether you are a crossing river dragon or a daughter.

Zi? If Lu Dayi hadn't cherished the hard-won martial arts realm, he finally had the hope of becoming a master. After being defeated today, he would have attracted dozens of heroes to block the door of the house. If he still suffered a loss, he would call on the list of the masters of the temper in the outer city. If the outer city does not work, there will be the top Bodhisattvas who nourish qi all year round in the inner city. The Western Regions would have understood a truth long ago. The Western Regions are the Western Regions of the Western Regions. If they don't talk about internal strife, they should say that outsiders want to come here to scatter and urinate, no matter how you are in the Central Plains or in the Northern Mang

, I have to pay the money obediently! Over the past twenty years, Lu Dayi has seen the Jianglong in the big city, so she has had fewer skin and cramps? Just those who died in the hands of him and his brothers, there are extremely stubborn figures, some who died on the belly of a woman, some who were first injured in the sleeve of a child and then killed in a group of hundreds of people. Lu Dayi thought about it, and finally endured the murderous intent that arose in his heart, waved to call a trusted shopkeeper, and asked the child to say hello to the restaurant shopkeeper, saying that the young man in the B-class room and the Wu-style room could not move.

The boy who had already killed someone at the age of sixteen or seventeen rarely saw Mr. Lu's face so gloomy and did not dare to act rashly. He hurriedly ran to convey the "military information". He did not forget to look back at Mr. Lu's back as he walked down the stairs. In the boy's heart, a man who seemed to be sitting in a pile of corpses and drinking wine to absorb beautiful women was even the most upright hero in the Western Regions. Not to mention anything else, Mr. Lu went to the top kiln to drink flower wine. On weekdays, he was fond of fox girls who didn't even look at him. When collecting Mr. Lu's money, he would always give him a big discount, and even slept in vain.

There was no resentment. It was said that he was lazy and leaning on the bed and throwing a sentence "Master Lu is coming again." This was not something he guessed, but once he was lucky and was taken to open his eyes by Master Lu. Although he had been sitting outside the sister's house for a night, he didn't even dare to touch the little hand of the maid waiting for service outside the corridor. After Master Lu opened the door at dawn, he heard the sister in his ears in a tone that made people feel weak, lazy and greasy. After that, the boy thought all day long that he would have to have half of Master Lu's ability in this life to be willing to close his eyes to death!

There are hundreds of thousands of people crowded with them, even in the Central Plains, they are all big cities, let alone the vast Western Regions that are more deserted than Beiliang? You can't compare it with Tai-Ancheng, right?

After Xu Fengnian had dinner, when night fell, he lay on the windowsill and looked at the night view of the city's lights. There was no curfew in this city. The wealthy families in the Western Regions gathered here, and they had a kind of freedom of heaven and earth. Naturally, Beiliang would not really ignore such a major border area. Since his master Li Yishan, he was not satisfied with being restrained in the local three states of Northern Liang. According to the plan at that time, not only the thousands of ambush soldiers in Qingcheng Mountain, but also the Western Regions, including Liuzhou refugees, but also the Western Shu and Nanzhao, should become the strategic depth after the smoke rises. In this way, the Northern Liang cavalry's best-selling field strength can be fully utilized. The Western Shu will be sent out, the Western Regions will be sent out, and the Western Regions will be sent out in the three northern Liang.

As the depth of the Xu family's iron cavalry, that is the best strategic concept. This is also the real beauty of Xu Fengnian's master Li Yishan. Unfortunately, even though Xu Fengnian successfully intercepted the prince Zhao Kai and the sick tiger in the Tiemen Pass, the court was still the first to play. Xu Fengnian still failed to help his master fulfill this long-cherished wish. However, Xu Fengnian could not be discouraged, nor could he give up. Therefore, Cao Wei's secretly divided army of the Western Regions, and paid 10,000 Youzhou cavalry almost died in battle. In contrast, Xu Fengnian let Liu Wenbao, a down-and-out scholar who had first seen at Chunshen Lake, lurked in this city, and even gave him a B-class house owner of the Fushui Society.

It is nothing to hide his identity and be responsible for centrally dispatching between Beiliang and Caowei cavalry. Xu Fengnian does not want to meet Liu Wenbao, who has been in the inner city but has not yet gained a foothold. It is different from the past. According to Fushui Society, there are many desks that have begun to display his portrait of Xu Fengnian on their desks? Xu Fengnian smiled and touched the rooted face on her face. The news from Xiangfan City is not good. The woman who walked out of Qingliang Mountain should be a real fake drama. There are signs of a rebellion with Beiliang in Lu Xu's case, but she has never dared to break up with Beiliang openly. According to the regular regulations, dealing with Fushui Society every half a month is quite respectful and careful. The sky is high, and the emperor is far away, and people's hearts are rippling and repeated. Xu Fengnian has not been concerned about this.

There were too many annoyance and shame, and there was no way. When I was a child, I always heard my mother say that the world was not peaceful and women were even more difficult to be peaceful. Xu Fengnian was too lazy to compete with a woman with a poor background in Southern Xinjiang. God, the Zhaoshi in Liyang and the Beimang army, was the same as Xu Fengnian. Xu Fengnian believed that he was not as miserable as he needed to vent his anger with the woman. But Shushy was the same as one. If the Han surnamed Han who supported him, dared to turn against the battle, he would have passed the bottom line of Beiliang and betrayed the horse thief leader Song Diaoer who secretly contacted Beimang Taiping Ling and Chun Nabo. At present, it is difficult for Xu Fengnian to do whatever he wants. But after killing a unclean Li Yang Zhonglie, Xu Fengnian was a little soft-hearted and owed his composure.

At the beginning of the moon, in the night, the sky is hanging on the crescent moon.

Xu Fengnian couldn't sleep, so she simply carried two pots of liquor and sat on the roof of this restaurant. Looking from a distance, the night view on the Little Landa with a prayer drum on the top of the mountain was particularly gorgeous. Around this hill, there was lights and decorations everywhere, which was a rich and noble atmosphere of singing and singing every night. Xu Fengnian had no reason to remember the words of Xie Guanying that day. This scholar, who ranked first in the Land Immortal Map, was indeed not a person who could only speak big but not speak. Xie Guanying said that one thing really touched Xu Fengnian's heart, that is, after Xu Xiao came out of Liaodong, he galloped across the spring and autumn for half his life. The real achievements of the horse-drawn journey through the Spring and Autumn Period were to smash the foundation of the wealthy family of "although the country was broken, the family was still there" in one fell swoop, and it broke the old rule that "in peacetime, the aristocratic tribes rule the world together, and in troubled times, change the king but not the head of the family".

There are many tragedies in autumn and many insider secrets. For Xu Xiao, who was in front of Liyang, could defeat Yangyang Da Chu, how could there be nothing that could not be said to others? After Xu Xiao completed the general trend of encirclement and suppression of the Western Barracks, how many aristocratic families were shameless and became the fence-betted man on both sides? Otherwise, how could Western Chu have so many things that turned into a powerful minister who became one of the purple-clad ministers in the court? As for the aristocratic family in the Southern Tang Dynasty, Gu Jiantang, the commander of the Southern Conquest of Liyang, opened the door to a country by himself for the sake of wealth and prosperity. These shameless inside stories will never be known by the people who can only follow the general trend and move up and down. Perhaps only a hundred and a thousand years later, this dusty past will be brought up by later historians in the vast documents.

The history books of the previous dynasty were always maids and maids who were collected by the historians of the new dynasty, and could apply rouge and sprinkle sewage at will.

If Xu Fengnian is not surprised, he must belong to the latter fate.

Regarding the two colors of the ink and Zhu in the history books thousands of years later, whether it is a terrible or a famous person for thousands of years, Xu Fengnian doesn't think about it, and he doesn't care. Just like when he was in the Lantu Cave, he was inspired by the elderly stonemason who was unknown, he only said that he would do his best. Xu Fengnian is not the incarnation of Emperor Zhenwu, nor is he reincarnated by the Emperor of Qin. He is just Xu Xiao's son. The Central Plains historians can scold him for being a master of his eyes and losing the Northwest Central Plains.

The portal, but it cannot be allowed to start scolding the slaves of the Xu family, a Beiliang family that originated in Liaodong, which was a family member in the Northern Liang Dynasty. Since Xu Xiao has left, Xu Fengnian cannot let his father who was unable to sleep peacefully when he was alive, and even he would not sleep peacefully after his death. After all, Xu Fengnian wants to fight with Beimang to the end. It is such a selfish intention that it has left Xu Xiao a well-being reputation in the history books and accumulates good fortune for his parents, elder sisters and Huang Man'er.

Xu Fengnian took a sip of wine, raised her sleeves and wiped the corner of her mouth, but did not put it down, and smiled softly: "Xu Xiao, your father never knows what you ask for from your children, and he didn't think about how great we have to be. But I, a son who has never done much filial piety, used to be so stingy that he had called you, so stingy that he hadn't called you, so he didn't even complain about my mother. From now on, don't worry, you can't control it anymore. In the future, when someone thinks of you, Xu Xiao, and when reading history and our Xu family, there will be someone who will not follow the crowd. The Xu family in Liaodong will never be defeated!"
Chapter completed!