It's not too far from Songshan City.

In the sky, a white and sharp white eagle, which was much bigger than an ordinary eagle, was flying in the sky. It suddenly descended and fell directly on the shoulders of a man wearing a ragged body, just like a beggar.

Suddenly, he ascended and flew straight up to the nine heavens.

Such a white elf is indeed too beautiful.

On the ground, the man who was wearing a ragged body and was like a beggar could not tell whether he was young or old. He hummed a song that no one could understand: "We ordinary people are so happy. I walk my path without regrets, and I can't walk the road to the end of the world. It's better to hang my own branches on the southeastern branches than to hang myself on the branches of red apricot trees."

The song he sang was actually quite nice if he just listened to one or two lines.

However, some sentences have nothing to do with each other, and it is very strange to force them together.

But He Xuan is not in the science.

In the past three years, I was almost crazy when I stayed alone under Yingchou Cliff.

If it weren't for a white eagle accompanying him, and his mental power was much stronger than others, I was afraid that I would have gone crazy. The days under the Eagle Cliff are really great. It would be strange if I could come out there, I would be unhappy.

"I, Ye Liangchen, can have a hundred ways to make you unable to survive." He Xuan continued to sing a strange tone that no one could understand.

As he was running, he suddenly saw a fat middle-aged man wearing Qing Dynasty clothing and shaved with a rat tail on his head. The fat middle-aged man could see He Xuan's crazy look, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back and tighten his nose, as if Ke had smelled something strange.

Is this a Tartar?

But why did this Tartar look so strange when he sees himself?

How strange it is.

After looking at his current appearance, He Xuan realized that his clothes were so much like beggars. It seemed that he had to find a place to get a set of clothes and wash them up, otherwise he would become beggars.

"Get away from the stinky beggar." The middle-aged man in Tartar clothes yelled and cursed.

He Xuan smiled, raised his hand directly, and stuck his hand to the throat of the Qing Dynasty man. The huge force made the man unable to speak, and his face immediately turned purple and red, and he was about to die here.

Because he asked about the middle-aged Tartars, He Xuan let go: "Tartars, what was the final result of the Battle of Songshan? Also, what happened to the Ming Dynasty now? Did Li Zicheng attack Beijing?"

The middle-aged man saw that the beggar's strength was so strong that he knew that it was difficult to mess with. When he thought of the beggar's call him Tartar, he was a member of the Ming army. He immediately cried out injustice: "I am not a Tartar, I am not a Tartar. I am a great Ming, a great Ming."

"Are you a Ming? How can you wear Tartar clothes?" He Xuan couldn't help but wonder.

"In the Battle of Songshan, although He Xuan and his divine power fought against the Emperor Huang Taiji of the Qing Dynasty among the thousands of troops, the Ming army had already collapsed. Under the leadership of King Quan Qing, they finally broke through Songshan City, and Zu Dashou of Jinzhou City was also surrendered. Finally, the outside of the pass was all in the hands of the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty issued an order to keep his head but not his hair, and we are just ordinary people, and we have no choice but to surrender. Please forgive me." The middle-aged man looked very unjust.

"The Battle of Songshan was still lost." He Xuan sighed. In fact, in the past three years under the cliff, he had thought that the biggest possibility of this battle was to lose. After all, Hong Chengchou could only say that he was middle and upper-level in command, and there was not much food. The Ming army itself was not as good as the Qing army. In addition, the morale collapsed. After Songshan's defeat, the number was not as good as that of the people. Losing was the most likely situation, but he always wanted an accident and a miracle, but now he finally heard the final result.

well!

"What about the Ming Dynasty? What's going on now?"

"Ming Ming? The Ming Dynasty is probably about to end now. I heard that Dashun King Li Zicheng fought all the way and went outside the imperial capital. Maybe, Daming will soon die. "When the middle-aged man spoke, he looked a little gloating.

"The King of Rebellion Li Zicheng has come outside the imperial capital. It seems that I will go back to the imperial capital earlier to take a look." He Xuan shrugged.

My own enemy has always been the Qing Dynasty.

As for the King of Chuang or Chongzhen as the emperor, I didn’t care much about it.

What emperor? What throne? What power? They are just passing clouds.

Only the supreme power is what you pursue.

He Xuan let go: "For the sake of being a Han Chinese, I just live in this land controlled by the Tartars, so I won't kill you. Get out."

After hearing this, the man thanked him repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go, I'll go."

After saying that, he got out quickly.

...

He Xuan looked at his torn and dirty clothes, and smelled them again, and it seemed that there was indeed a smell.

No, I have to find a place to take a shower, and then borrow a bunch of Han people's clothes. I will definitely not wear clothes that I have.

Soon, I walked to a small village.

Before I entered, I saw some people who also had rat tails with money, but this place was previously controlled by the Ming Dynasty and probably occupied by the Qing army. The rule that the rat tails must be kept with money is enforced here.

He Xuan walked closer and said to an old man who was farming: "Old man, I am a soldier of the Ming army. I am living here and want to change my clothes. Do you have any Han people's clothes here? Lend me a set. I'll go and change it and put it on."

After hearing this, the old man's expression changed: "You go, you go quickly. We don't welcome you here."

He Xuan was stunned: "Old man, I'm just here to borrow a set of clothes."

The old man looked at He Xuan carefully for a while and found that the man had very long hair and was out of the deep mountains and forests. He sighed: "It's not that we don't want to lend you clothes. It's because the place was occupied by the Qing army two years ago. We forced us to keep such hair and we also wear clothes full of people. They searched regularly, and who had left our own Han people's clothes. They directly slashed the whole family. Where can we have any clothes for Han people? Let's go."

"Oh, we can't even wear our own clothes." The old man sighed.

He Xuan was stunned directly. He never expected that the Qing Dynasty was so strict with clothes. The Qing Dynasty's heart was really bad. They wanted to completely conquer the people's clothes, head shape, clothes, head shape, and culture here would be changed. Over time, descendants would forget a lot of things and be truly conquered.

In the Qing Dynasty, his heart could be punished.

(I drank with my friend last night and got drunk. I fell asleep as soon as I lay on the bed. I ran up to write this morning. I was guilty and sorry.)
Chapter completed!