Chapter 568 Yuan Pu secretly visits Song Chufeng, Empress discusses military and political affairs in the Southern Dynasties (2)
Yuan Benxi shook his head and said, “It’s not that I have thought about rectifying the forces in the martial arts world. But the late emperor ordered Xu Xiao to step on the martial arts world and set off a bad start. After that, although the imperial court left many official positions for the martial arts world among the Golden Sword Guards in front of the imperial court, the Ministry of Justice and Zhao Gou also distributed amulets and sent out a considerable number of bronze embroidered carp bags, it was still pale in comparison with the spirit of the Northern Mang Empress. Although it was a delusion to make the arrogant top warrior join hands to assassinate someone regardless of life or death, It is not difficult to reduce the deaths of soldiers in a war. However, two things completely dispelled my thoughts. One is the orthodox cultural heritage in His Majesty the Emperor’s heart, coupled with the obstruction of the eunuch Han Shengxuan, and the mentality of Liu Haoshi’s Tai’an City. The second thing is that Xu Xiao confiscated the secret book of the world and put it into the warehouse, and set the rules for passing on the rivers and lakes. From then on, the tone of the temple’s rivers and lakes not violating the rivers and rivers, which made our dynasty unable to create the atmosphere of Beimang’s streams integrating into the rivers and rivers. “
Yuan Benxi sighed, shook the wine pot, looked at the young Song Keli, and said in a deep voice: “Smart people do big things, but their methods may not be very complicated, and they are often very simple, but there is only one thing that cannot be wrong, that is, the distance and the paths they take under their feet must be right. What is really difficult is the word “difficulty” of “knowing is easy and doing is difficult”. The two masters of your ancestors and fathers joined forces to dominate the literary world and suppress others. They may not know that this move would hinder the spirit of the scholars and the people, so why can’t they let go of it. The family is just honor and disgrace. When I do not adopt Li Dangxin’s new history today, it may not be that I do not pity the people of the world, why can’t I let go of the rise and fall of a surname? Even Yuan Benxi was impressed by Cao Changqing’s romanticism. This great official entered the palace again and again. As long as he was not serious about killing, the old friend and I not only did not stop him, but also turned a blind eye to each other twice. Why can’t Cao Changqing let go of one person? I and that old friend couldn’t bear to let go of our Confucian scholars romanticism were dispersed by the wind and rain early.”
Yuan Benxi sighed sincerely: “If people have something to do, they will be foolish, and they will be true. How can they be good or bad? How can they express the meaning in a few words?”
Song Keli was about to continue asking for advice, but Yuan Benxi no longer had the idea of speaking, but just said to himself: “What is the world, it is probably determined by people. What is the temple will be a break in this dynasty. In the future, I, Yuan Benxi, and Li Yishan and Nalan Youci, have become a terrible sound. As for the imperial sect, it becomes even more luxurious.”
The subsequent journey south was calm, and the general Yan Zhenchun and his 30,000 Yan family cavalry had become a thing of the past. The court was still dispatching troops and generals, and there was no war in a short period of time. Moreover, the horse and thieves disappeared overnight, and the carriages were gone without any danger. It can even be said that they came to the battlefield in Sancang without any obstacles.
Yuan Benxi walked out of the carriage and did not immediately go to the battlefield where both sides had invested 50,000 cavalry, but came to the place where the cavalry of the Western Chu stopped. Only Northern Liang, Jizhou and the two Liaos produced large horses in Liyang. The war horses in Western Chu were not as good as these three places, and heavy cavalry rushed to the war.The field is also the kind of momentum that ordinary people imagine, galloping all the way, but requires a large number of heavy-bearing mules and horses and many auxiliary soldiers. Before the heavy cavalry entered the battlefield, the cavalry did not wear armor or board the horse, but only hid in places not far or near to the battlefield, waiting quietly for the opportunity. However, once the demanding heavy cavalry completes the charge, the huge impact force gathered together is unparalleled! It can be said that the heavy cavalry is like the woman who tries to hide the beauty of every cavalry commander, and is the terrible “love rival” that the enemy commander least wants to encounter.
Yuan Benxi walked slowly according to the marching route of the heavy cavalry participating in the war, and walked to the final battlefield, then squatted down and closed his eyes.
He seemed to be able to see the heroic and tragic scenes in the cavalry war.
The light cavalry fought to the end, and the heavy cavalry of the Western Chu came out.
Yan Zhenchun, who had changed several war horses, was covered in blood and was ready to die. He took the few personal guards who had been protecting the horse and took the lead in facing the heavy cavalry.
Those with horses continue to fight and engage in the last charge collision.
The Yan family cavalrymen who had no war horses rode and formed a formation in infantry and faced the unstoppable torrent of iron armor together.
After the overall situation was settled, the Xichu Light Cavalry, who was also extremely tired, continued to grit their teeth and chase.
Yan Zhenchun was first killed in battle, and even left no complete body.
The generals died later.
Many Yan family cavalrymen who were unable to fight again watched the spears stabbing on the enemy’s horse’s back, or were staring blankly at the big swords of the “infantrymen” in Western Chu.
Many blood-soaked flags fell on the battlefield.
Before his death, a cavalry tried his best to reach out and hold a corner of the flag.
After the war, the young commander in Xichu who did not personally go to the battlefield ordered the auxiliary general to deal with the funeral. The young man did not have the joy of becoming famous in one battle, but just sat alone on the ground, looked around, silently lowered his head, and raised his arms to wipe the tears.
He was both for the Western Chuerlang and for the Yan family cavalry army in the hostile camp.
There are eighty-one peaks in Wudang that are magnificent toward the top of the peaks, but there are Taoist temples built on all peaks, and Taoist temples are not built on all the mountains. Among them, Xiaozhu Peak, located north, was able to build a new Taoist temple with the east wind of the Northern Liang King’s construction on the mountain. The master of the temple is Han Gui, the youngest disciple of the old Taoist Song Zhiming. This young Taoist, who cultivates his mind but does not cultivate his strength, even the old head sect Wang Chonglou gave a comment saying, “This son is sincere and sincere, and he will go further and further in the future.” However, even though Wudang Mountain is simple and simple, Han Gui can neither refine elixirs nor talismans, and even his ability to divine numbers is common, so Song Zhiming has never allowed this retreat disciple to “Kaifeng”. Of course, with the incense of Wudang Mountain in the past, they were more willing and powerless. After Wang Chonglou passed away, the heads of the sects changed from Hong Xixiang to Li Yuxun, and Han Gui still cultivated the immortals without any fire.road.
Although Qingshan Temple is newly completed, Han Gui is not a person who is good at dancing. After the lively congratulations of Taoist temples of each peak in the early stage, Xiaozhu Peak, which is located in remote areas, quickly became silent, and there were very few pilgrims in Qingshan Temple, and there were only a handful of them after one day. However, a child often came to Qingshan to watch and play, and gradually became familiar with the sweeping Taoist boy. Later, he brought a young man to sautumn, which is said to be his master. The master Han Gui climbed the mountain at a young age and studied classics. He has always lived in simplicity and did not care about the world. He could not recognize the pilgrim who could not be considered generous when he took action. When the pilgrim entered the mountain to burn incense for the third time, Han Gui still didn’t recognize it. Instead, the disciple who swept the floor remembered the man’s face and secretly reminded him. Han Gui hurriedly stepped out of the threshold and called on the young master who was very charming after careful look, saying that the Taoist temple was simple and only had a rough tea to welcome guests. The pilgrim who was as handsome as a banished immortal did not refuse and agreed with a smile. Han Gui cooks good tea, which is wild tea on the mountain, and Han Gui is not like those famous scholars in the south of the Yangtze River who are proficient in the rules and cumbersome, and does not pay attention to the water of making tea. The two drank to each other. The pilgrim, who claimed to be a person from Liangzhou, did not talk much, but only praised the taste of tea. Han Gui didn’t know how to greet him politely, so he could only laugh it off.
While they were drinking tea, the child who came to Xiaozhufeng from time to time to play with Han Gui’s apprentice Qingxin, two children of similar age, sat on the stone steps outside the hall and chatted. Although Qingxin is young, she has endless work and work every day in Qingshan Temple, but her seniority is not low in Wudang. The old head coach Wang Chonglou and others have the highest grade in the mountain, but with the death of the oldest Song Zhiming, now only two elderly real people, Chen Yao and Yu Xingrui, are left, and the next generation of the new head coach Li Yufu. Because the previous generation received very few disciples, Han Gui, as one of Song Zhiming’s six disciples, was about the same generation as Li, and then it was the “Qing” generation. There are more than forty people on Wudang Mountain. Although there are signs of growing numbers, if the little Taoist Tong Qingxin goes to the rich places of Lian Peak and Yuzhu Peak, many middle-aged Taoist priests in their forties may even call him uncle. The little Taoist priest Qingxin wore the common cave scarf in Wudang, with more than a century of silk folded on the top, and auspicious clouds were painted on the surface of the scarf, like bamboo slips hanging behind, and learned from the immortal Lu Zu. At this moment, the little Taoist priest was telling his newly acquainted friends that he had only a little understanding of the way to maintain health: “Today is the autumnal equinox. According to the “Tiansu Concentration True Theory” of my teaching, the thunder began to stop and the yin energy gradually became stronger. We should lie down early and get up early, and be excited with the chicken. Moreover, my master said that the heat in autumn is also divided into warm and dryness and coolness. We should breathe diligently in places where we climb high and look far away, knocking our teeth and swallowing. The method of health preservation is to summarize the word “hidden”…”
Another child who listened to the Taoist chores’ words seemed a little careless, but he still asked curiously: “Since there are fewer thunders in the future, are there more monsters and monsters? Then will you Taoist priests busy going down the mountain to remove monsters and catch ghosts?”
Qingxin rolled his eyes, and the chicken and duck talk made him a little sulk.
That selfThe child who knows to make mistakes scratches his head and is at a loss.
Qingxin didn’t want to be petty with this guy, and suddenly looked greedy, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and whispered, “Dilong, let me tell you, there is a large persimmon forest on Xiaolian Peak, which is about to be red, it’s delicious! I discussed with several senior brothers and other nephews on the peaks when to pick persimmons, and if you want to go, I’ll be yours.”
Yu Dilong said in surprise, “Isn’t Xiaolian Peak a place for you to practice alone as the head of the sect, Hong Xianren, who dares to steal persimmons.”
Qingxin shrank his neck, glanced at the master carefully, and then lowered his voice a little: “Before the uncle of the little master, it’s okay to pick persimmons, and the uncle of the little master will help us climb trees and pick them in person! Alas, it’s a pity that after the uncle of the little master, Mr. Chen, who is in charge of the precepts, did not let him go there. Some time ago, for some reason, a mountain ban order was issued. But the persimmons there are really sweet and delicious!”
Speaking of this, the little Taoist suddenly turned red and quickly raised his cuffs to wipe his eyes.
Yu Dilong laughed and said, “I can cry even if I want to eat persimmons. Is it a bit good? It’s okay, I’ll pick it for you tomorrow, so I’ll help you eat enough!”
The little Taoist priest glared at him: “I miss our uncle!”