The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 550

The sun has finally sunk completely, the old sun has set, and the new day has just begun.

In Fuliao City, the square illuminated by torches is brightly lit.

Yelu Dashi overlooked the bottom, countless aliens knelt down on the ground, and the sun and moon banners representing the Khitan emperor were blowing fiercely in the wind.

Since the defeat of the Allied Forces of Thirteen Nations last time, the power of the Liao people has been out of control here.

The local native soldiers and horses, in front of the Liao people, looked like weak and sick men, and they were not at the same level at all.

Their weapons can't even pierce the armor of the Liao people, and they can be broken in two with a light cut.

From then on, Yelu Dashi dominated this place, and both sides reached the sea, one side was the Caspian Sea, and the other side was the Black Sea.

Yelu Dashi ordered that a city be repaired and expanded on the basis of the original capital of the Greek Kingdom, and renamed "Fu Liao City".

Yelu Dashi was very happy when he officially settled in Fuliao City today. He has been aggrieved for half his life. Since he escaped from Yunnei and took root here, it is getting smoother every day.

Daliao and Jin are different. They used to be an empire of more than 200 years, longer than the Song Dynasty, and had their own mature national ruling system.

Moreover, the Liao people conquered a vast land and established a multi-ethnic country, and they are even more comfortable here.

Looking at the former Khitan subordinates who were beaming around him, Yelu Dashi sighed, and said: "Today's setting up the capital here is only temporary, and we must never forget that we will fight back to the Shangjing Mansion and take back the land of Longxing of the Khitan people. "

Xiao Baobao didn't think so, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, we have already checked our distant barriers. There is no strong country in the north, south, or east of this place. Take this as the center, gather together for ten years, and build a land that is not weaker than the ancestors. Territory, just around the corner!"

Everyone else had the same idea, it was so comfortable here, why would they want to fight those two monsters, Song Jin.

Thinking back to the days when the country was subjugated, how did people live well? It's not like today's slaves and maidservants are like a cloud, the Khitan is dominant, the territory is vast, and they can take whatever they want.

The gunpowder in Hanoi has gradually disappeared in their minds, and no one wants to recall it.

Here, there will be absolutely no fierce battles of that level, and absolutely no opponents of that level.

Wanyan Loushi, Tiefutu, Liaodong Warhorse, Yao Pingzhong, Qin Longjun... It is best not to appear again.Cloud?Go to his mother's cloud, go to Beijing?This is Shangjing.

Yelu Dashi pushed the table, his anger rose to the sky, and he cursed: "The place where the ancestors are buried, how can you allow others to trample and dance!"

Chapter 6 Seventeen

Luoyang City, the suburbs.

Hundreds of Daoist boys are all teenagers now. After so many years, they have been practicing with Yang Lin in spite of the cold and heat. In addition, the food in Zhaodefang is good, and they are all very tall and full of energy.

In Yanqing Guannei, for the sake of Yang Lin's reputation as the head teacher at that time, he collected all the handsome little Taoist boys from Bianliang and gave them to him as a prestige. Yang Lin took them to the street several times. Liang Yijing.

Yang Lin watched them come from the outskirts of the city, and the leader of the team was still Taoist Mei from Yanqing Temple. Although he was over 60 years old, he was full of energy, he had a youthful face, and looked like an immortal master. After meeting Yang Lin, he saluted and said, "Master Uncle .”

"Xiaomei, it's hard for you to go there in person at such an age. You have worked hard all the way."

Taoist Mei said with a smile, "Master uncle is calling, how could he not come?"

Yang Lin cut straight to the point, and with a smile mentioned the idea of ​​promoting Taoism. Taoist Mei was not as secluded as Shangqing Palace.

After all, Yanqing Temple is a Taoist temple in Bianliang, Tokyo, and has a lot of knowledge about common affairs, so how can you not know the importance of status.

He happily accepted this task, and declared: "Master Uncle facilitated this matter, and my Taoist school has made great contributions."

Yang Lin smiled from the bottom of his heart, he was just trying to regulate religion and stop the spread of cults among the people.It would be better to change to a better sect to come out and complement the government.

Bringing these people into the palace of the imperial envoy, the hundred or ten little Taoist boys hadn't seen Yang Lin for a long time, and none of them had been out of Bianliang, but they all pretended to live, none of them looked around, and they all looked calm. Looks like a little Taoist priest.

Next door to Xingyuan, Huang Yuanwai was happier seeing such a battle than the imperial envoy living in his own courtyard. He kept clapping his hands and said, "Such a grand event, the light of the Taoist sect."

Huang Xuanzhi at the side was wearing a crimson fringed skirt with a simple flowing cloud bun, making her look even more delicate and handsome.For a girl of this age, her skin is so tender and fleshless that it can make white waves ripple with a slap. It is radiant and most charming.

She tiptoed, looking for her "cousin" in the crowd, and asked puzzledly: "Father, what are you happy about, the light of the Taoism, you are not a Taoist priest."

He had known for a long time that his lover was not his cousin, but an imperial envoy who lived next door.

Huang Xuanzhi immediately felt uncomfortable, worrying about gains and losses, for fear that Yang Lin would abandon him.

It wasn't until Yang Lin came in over the wall at night, teased her all night, and said some sweet words, that the little girl was relieved.

Now that Yang Lin's figure was found, he was chatting and laughing happily, and the people around him surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon. Huang Xuanzhi's little face was full of satisfaction.

Huang Yuanwai was still amazed, he didn't notice anything strange about his daughter at all, and after a while, the group of people entered the palace, and he reluctantly returned home.

After Yang Lin sat down, he smiled and said, "Xiaomei, during the time I'm not in Bianliang, is everything okay at home?"

Dao Mei thought to himself, you've only been away for a few days, and the arrangements were tight before you left, so what could happen.

"Uncle, please rest assured, everything is fine in the house."

"Recently, I always have some excess energy, and I feel like I can't exert all my strength. What's going on?"

Taoist Mei smiled lightly and said, "Congratulations, uncle, this is a great achievement of Baduanjin. From now on, you can learn the Taoist method of breathing out inner strength."

When Yang Lin heard this, he was overjoyed. It seems that it is indeed beneficial to study hard.

There are so many people in the Taoist school. I have seen it with my own eyes. There are not a few people who are still in their eighties and have agile legs.

It is said that there is nothing unique in it, and he himself did not believe it. He first sent Lu Qian to arrange a group of people outside to live, and then said: "Xiaomei, let's go to the Shangqing Palace, starting from Luoyang. A Taoist temple was built in the downtown area of ​​the city. In every nearby Taoist temple, people have to be sent to sit in town every month."

People who practice Taoism like to go into the mountains and stay away from the world, which is not close to the people.

If you want everyone to believe in you, you have to go deep into the masses.

Mei Daoren nodded repeatedly. It was obvious that with his master's handwriting, it might not be just a Luoyang city, and this move would definitely be extended to various state capitals.

Kingdom of Jin, Huining Mansion.

The school field was still covered with ice and snow, and the Jurchen nobles gathered here to drink.

Their bodies are no longer wrapped in layers of animal skins, but in luxurious brocade and silk, and their bodies are covered with gold and silver, which is very dazzling.

On the school field, a soldier of Muke was fighting and practicing with each other, and shouting and cursing could be heard from time to time.

A rough guy at the top, his body is clean, it's cold, his chest is slightly open, revealing a bush of thick chest hair.

There is a scar on his face, which was shot by Song people when he was besieged in Tianning Mountain.

This person is Wanyan Zongwang, the second son of Wanyan Aguda, and the Jin people call him the second prince.

Zong Wang's face was ugly, the maid in charge of pouring wine for him accidentally spilled it outside because of the cold weather, Zong Wang immediately became angry.

The maid was so cold that her hands were shaking, she quickly knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy.

Zong Wang picked up the horsewhip beside him, and whipped it wildly, blood and flesh flying, and the maid died in a short while.