Song Beiyun

"If the evidence is convincing." Song Beiyun's expression also became serious: "I'm going to start a war with you God's Punishment. This is breaking my rules."

"Yes... I see, I will pass the news back."

Song Beiyun looked at his back as he left, and sighed softly. This divine punishment is translated into Chinese. In their language, it probably means a person who exercises power on behalf of God. According to the content described in the wonderful words, it is The predecessor of Assassin, Megatron in Central Asia and even the entire Eurasian continent.

He also played Assassin's Creed, and at the beginning he thought these handsome assassins with sleeve arrows were very handsome, but now when he really had to face these people, he still felt a headache.

"Go and check." Song Beiyun raised his hand: "How many Zoroastrians are there in the whole city?"

The Fire Worship Cult is also very interesting. Song Beiyun's first thought when he heard this name was "Mingjiao Saintess Daikis" and the old man's regret Xiaozhao.

In fact, the Persian General Forum of Zoroastrianism is no longer viable at this stage. They are trying to create differentiated sects outside to avoid being completely wiped out by a certain religion. It is understandable that they chose China, because there is obviously a soil for religious breeding.

Things like religion are really fatal, and the White Lotus Sect is a typical example, and if the wrong meaning is spread when it is introduced, it will become a cult if it is a little careless.

However, it was impossible for Song Beiyun to allow any foreign sects to grow in the country, and he also did not allow any religious wars to occur on his own territory.He smashes the magic sword here, engages in atheism, and engages in materialism, and if he is given a whole religious war over there, isn't that a slap in the face?

In a few days, things started to progress. There were about 750 Zoroastrians in Chang'an City, and the list was also presented in his hands.

In the list, he suddenly saw the name of the woman whose body was marinated with spices, and the strange name before was actually a stage name, her real name was Parwanna, and a note was added at the end, the Chinese name was Butterfly.

"She is actually a Fire Worship Cult?"

When Song Beiyun found that his assumptions were different from the actual situation, he somewhat doubted himself. He had always doubted that woman before, but now it seems that she is also a member of the Fire Worship Cult, so she has no motive, right? Inside the Fire Worship Cult If you kill each other, you will be severely punished.

It seems that this time I blamed her wrongly, the assassination and her spying on him should be two different things.

"Lord Song, three Persians committed suicide by taking poison in prison."

Song Beiyun's eyes twitched: "How could you let them take poison?"

"They have poison hidden in them."

There is really no way around this kind of thing, Song Beiyun also sighed helplessly, and came to the prison with his hands behind his back, and found that there were three Persians dead inside, and when he lifted the white cloth, he could see white foam oozing from the corners of their mouths. A look is poisoned to death.

And next to it are some relevant identification certificates, proving that these three people are the divine punishment of the Persian Caliph.

"Fuck." Song Beiyun cursed: "Let their leader come over and take a look, and let him come to see me after watching."

At this moment, in a small building, a short Persian man was standing beside the saint and whispered: "Holy lady, the inside line we arranged has already jumped, and they sacrificed themselves."

"They are our heroes." The saint said solemnly: "No one can forget them."

"So saint, what should I do next?"

"Wait."

The butterfly sighed softly, and she couldn't bear to waste her meticulously arranged offline like this, but there was really no good way, because the person in Chang'an City was too smart, and a simple blame game was not enough at all. Might have tricked him, but if death proved it, he'd be fooled.

She wants revenge, for her parents, friends and teachers who were killed, and now only the mysterious country of the East can avenge her.

Provoking the rules set by this country, let that self-righteous God's Punishment feel the anger of the powerful East.

After a brief moment of silence, she stood up, walked out of the small courtyard and resumed her previous lively and cheerful attitude, and became that charming little fairy again.

And Song Beiyun was sitting on a chair at the moment. He had just sent away the leader of Persia, and that person couldn't explain it. He could only ask Song Beiyun to write a letter to him for a while so that the motherland could send someone to identify him personally.

How could Song Beiyun give him this chance? The King of Xixia over there is still waiting for an explanation, and Chang'an is still waiting for an explanation.wait?Nature can't wait.

So he let the headman choose within three days whether to accept full control and investigation or to leave Chang'an with his people and Da Song officially declared war with Persia.

A fool knows how to choose. The only thing he can choose is to stay and accept the investigation. After all, accepting a war out of nowhere, who can bear it?And now Persia is still fighting with the Western Regions, in order to compete for the resources of the Western Regions and sell them to the Song Dynasty. If they declare war again, Persia will have no chance of winning.

"It's not right, I always feel that something is not right."

After Song Beiyun returned home, he sat in the yard and muttered over and over again: "There must be something strange here."

Jin Ling'er came over and put her hands on his shoulders: "Why, you look bored."

Song Beiyun briefly told Jin Ling'er what had happened in the past few days, and Jin Ling'er asked curiously: "Isn't this normal? It fits perfectly. There is no conflict at all."

"Yes, there is no conflict. Everything is logical, and the investigation process is also reasonable. The person who died was also confirmed to be the person who assassinated the Xixia King that day. But I feel that something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I just didn't understand it all at once. It felt very strange." Song Beiyun stood up with his arms akimbo, pacing back and forth: "I don't understand why things are so simple."

"Isn't everything found out by pushing the boat along the way?"

"Yeah, everything went smoothly. It seemed that everything was just right. It just so happened that the weapons were used by them. It just so happened that a dozen people didn't have an alibi that night. It just so happened that one of the dozen people committed suicide. And it just so happened that one of the suicides was someone who taught God's Punishment." Song Beiyun closed his eyes and raised his head: "There are too many just right, the coincidence is unbelievable."

"Isn't it going well?"

"Okay." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Of course, but..."

"You." Jin Ling'er patted him on the back: "It's just that you think too much. If it goes well, you feel something is wrong, and if it doesn't go well, you also feel something is wrong. If this continues, is there anything right in the world?"

Being choked by Jin Ling'er, Song Beiyun also felt that he might be a little too sensitive. Looking back, it seemed that there was really no problem. The weapon was found, and the person committed suicide in fear of crime. If there is a motive, there is a means. To have an identity, to have an identity, to have a position to have a position.

Probably can be regarded as giving an explanation, the rest is to ask those Persians for an explanation.

"By the way, do you remember that a few years ago, many Persian nobles flocked here, and even princesses from small Persian countries lived in brothels."

"Yeah." Jin Ling'er looked up at him: "What's wrong? What did you think of?"

"It's okay." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "I'll go check it out. If it's verified, it will prove my hypothesis is correct."

"What assumption?"

"In the past few years, their religious struggles have become fierce. Now a certain religion has taken the lead, and Zoroastrianism is no longer good. A large number of believers have fled." Song Beiyun pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes after speaking: "That's where Given this premise, why do extremist believers still hunt and kill them?"

"You say they are extreme believers." Jin Ling'er rubbed his hair: "Don't get into the horns, as long as the case is solved. What are you going to do next?"

"Wait for them to explain." Song Beiyun rubbed his face: "If I don't give an explanation, I will declare war with the Persian Empire, completely cut off trade, and break my rules in my territory. No way. And they assassinated Da Song The king of Xixia, this is not to take Lao Tzu's Central Plains seriously, let alone."

"Then you should rest well, don't be too tired."

"Yeah, I got it." Song Beiyun stretched his waist, "It's getting cold, you should go to bed too."

"You do not sleep?"

"I'll think about it for a while."

Just as Song Beiyun was pondering, the woman who provoked the dispute by herself was sitting in her small building looking at the charming Chang'an outside the window, with a glass of light wine in front of her and a few snacks from her hometown, she gently moved towards that place. Damn, lazy like a cat.

"Saint, I heard that they have all been placed under house arrest."

The maid beside her said to Miss Butterfly with a smile on her face: "The saint is really amazing."

"It's still early." Miss Butterfly shook her head and said, "If he doesn't doubt me, things will go wrong."

"Why? Isn't our purpose just to have him..."

"No." Miss Butterfly shook her head, shaking the small fan in her hand slightly: "I want him to suspect me and check me. Only in this way, he will walk step by step to the steps I set up."

"If he doesn't check, won't they fight?"

"As for the trash under the caliphate, they dare not challenge Song. They will humiliate and beg for peace, using humiliation that we have never seen before. In this way, our companions will sacrifice in vain."

"Then what if he finds out?"

"He can't find out, I didn't leave any clues, but he will suspect me, because of suspicion, he will continue to contact, as long as contact is a good thing. Not only do I need to use him to destroy those villains, I also need to establish a new Zoroastrianism here. "

"I wish the saintess the best of luck."

Miss Butterfly didn't answer, but just looked into the distance with deep eyes, because only she knew the difficulty, the opponent was too strong, so strong that she couldn't reveal a single flaw, otherwise she would be completely defeated.

She does not deny that she is gambling, and the price is all of herself. If she fails, then Zoroastrianism will have no future, and even if she succeeds, she will become a person who will always be hidden in the dark, and there will be no freedom to speak of .

As for those Persians who have already believed in a certain religion, they will inevitably pay the price for their stupidity and blindness. One day she will make the whole of Persia engulfed in monstrous flames.

But there is no rush, because in order to fulfill such a great wish, you can only rely on the mysterious and terrifying Eastern Empire under your feet and the man who holds the reins of this giant beast.

Chapter 758: Sunny November 9, Seven Years

Today is the birthday of Confucius. As usual, Chang'an also needs to hold sacrificial activities, but the current Chang'an is obviously not just a sacrificial activity, but more like a festival. After all, the pace of work in Chang'an is now faster, and life is also busy. If you can take a chance to take a vacation, you must enjoy it.

Although it is impossible for Song Beiyun to take a break, it does not prevent him from being lazy. After all, he is not the current Changan Supervisor, so he naturally does not need to preside over the sacrificial site, so he took the excuse of being on a business trip with him. The little junior sister who just came to Chang'an wandered around.

"Brother, brother, what is this for?"

"This is Chang'an Academy, which is the school before entering the university. Only after studying here for three years can you be eligible to enter the university."

"Three years...that's a long time."

Wuyou's cultural level is not low among women in the same period, but compared with people like Song Beiyun, she is only at the level of junior high school students, so she still has some regrets about studying, although Song Beiyun thought about it before. After all, she is not very old, but it seems that she is really not suitable for studying. She even scored 31 points in the sample paper with a perfect score of [-] in the entrance examination.

What's more important is that she doesn't care at all, she just feels like playing, so Song Beiyun doesn't force it anymore. After all, not everyone has the ambition to be a female official. It's better to let her be a ranger.

"Brother, brother, you said you were being targeted, who is it? Do you want me to deal with them?"

"In a society ruled by law, don't fight and kill. We rely on evidence to do things now, how can we mess around." Song Beiyun taught Wuyou carefully, trying his best to make her turn around this kind of thinking that ignores the law: "If You kill me and I kill you in the world, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"That's right, let's go, brother, there's something exciting to watch over there."

Even if Wuyou pretends to be an adult as much as possible, but teenage children are teenage children, plus she has avoided the world since she was a child, and now she has come to Chang'an City, which is far more prosperous than other places. It's fresh, and I want to think about everything I see.

Although she was Song Beiyun's bodyguard in name, Song Beiyun felt that she was taking a child shopping.

And when Song Beiyun was standing on the side of the road waiting for Wuyou to watch the excitement, suddenly there was a faint smell of strong spices that he was familiar with. Song Beiyun was stunned at once, but when he turned his head, he found that it was a pickpocket who sold cosmetics and spices Passing by not far away, and at this moment, he finally realized a problem.

The owner of this taste is really not easy.

No matter what, she has left a strong impression on herself now, and even an inadvertent resemblance can raise her vigilance.

This fully shows that the girl's ability to grasp people's psychology is terrifying. After only appearing three times, her characteristics have been firmly remembered by people like Song Beiyun, and she can even trigger his defense mechanism.

Amazing, really amazing.

"Senior Brother? Senior Brother!"

Wuyou's call woke him up from his contemplation. Looking at the cold noodle in Wuyou's hand, Song Beiyun asked, "Don't eat indiscriminately. I'll take you to eat delicious food later."

"Don't worry." Wuyou waved his hand indifferently: "I can eat as much as I want!"

Everything seems to be stable today, the autumn is refreshing, and there is nothing to do at leisure, but Song Beiyun always feels that there is something in his heart, and he looks worried. Not only is the assassination case very strange, but he also knows that Chang'an is no longer a real place. It is a peaceful place, and this place will undoubtedly become the core area for all parties to compete for.If it's a battle for territory, then they don't have that capability, but if it's a battle for core culture, it's a protracted struggle.

These fanatics are really a headache.

At the beginning, Song Beiyun thought that governing a region or a country only needed to feed the people, put on clothes, and read books. But when he started to do it himself, he realized that sociology is really a profound knowledge. In addition to the basic appetite, people's needs will be more and more, but if people with ulterior motives take advantage of the loopholes, it will cause social chaos and turmoil.

This inter-religious assassination is enough to illustrate the problem. Those fanatics really don't care about the consequences, or how can we say that terrorism has never dissipated throughout the ages.

"Brother, you are not quite right today, you are always in a daze."

Wuyou looked at Song Beiyun carefully for a long time: "Are you thinking about girls? I want to tell my sister-in-law."

Song Beiyun glanced at it and pursed his lips: "Do you still want to eat something delicious?"

This trick has always worked well for Wuyou, and Song Beiyun did not break his promise, and took her to the snack street in the West Market.

This place can be said to gather the food of various ethnic groups, from the roast lamb sold by the man from the Western Regions who speaks a strange mandarin, to the shrimp skin wonton sold by the aunt who speaks an authentic Jinling dialect.

A street is full of people, although fish and dragons are mixed, but orderly, and today is the Confucian Festival, so it is very lively here.

"Wow! So many people!"

Wuyou stood at the entrance of the street and looked into it, only to see a sea of ​​people, crowded with people, and the aroma of food mixed together and permeated the whole street.

"delicious!"

Wuyou plunged into it, but Song Beiyun just found a small stall and ordered a bowl of simmered noodles, and sat there quietly waiting for Wuyou to choose food and come back.

After a while, Wuyou returned, holding a lot of things in his hands and sat opposite Song Beiyun, pancakes made of suet, crispy roasted pork, and milk tea with a sweet taste from the prairie, and so on.

"I'm just a countryman, right?" Wuyou said to Song Beiyun with emotion while eating, "An ignorant country girl."

Song Beiyun laughed softly: "Just take your time, no one is born with knowledge."

"Well... Anyway, I don't care, I will protect the senior brother, and the senior brother will give me money." Wuyou said a little waywardly: "But senior brother."

"Ok?"

"There are so many foreigners in Chang'an, it's amazing. Is it because Chang'an can accommodate so many foreigners?"

Song Beiyun shook his head, smiled and nodded at the table: "It's the other way around."

"It's the other way around?"

"Well, there is no place that is strong because it is tolerant, and it is tolerant because it is strong." Song Beiyun lightly tapped the table: "When a place starts to accept hundreds of rivers, it must first have the capacity of the sea."

Wuyou didn't answer, but looked directly over Song Beiyun's shoulder to the back, and the muscles on the shoulder also showed a state of alert.

"Well said."

When Song Beiyun heard this voice, he immediately frowned, but he realized that it was the Persian woman who could "encounter unexpectedly" everywhere.