[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

In the winter of Tianbao's 13th year, Xiren violated the border and entered Yanmen Pass. Xuanjia Cangyun's army was defeated, and Yanmen fell for a while.

Later, Fan Yang Jiedu envoy An Lushan led the army into the customs and repelled the Xiren. The Spike Army entered Yanmen, and soon after the Xiren surrendered, they withdrew to the north.

In the first month of the next year, Yan Zhenqing, the prefect of Pingyuan, went to play Anlu Mountain for overstepping. He was suspected of rebellion.

At the end of the first lunar month, the sage married Princess Rongyi to An Lushan's eldest son, the imperial servant, An Qingzong. They got married in the middle of February and called An Lushan to Beijing. The latter refused to call because of the heavy affairs of Yanmen.

When the imperial decree of reprimand was delivered to Pingyuan Taishou's Mansion, the Taishou's Mansion fell into silence.Yan Zhenqing was disappointed, while the Xuanjia Army who entrusted him to perform was desperate.

"So our Cangyun is...abandoned?" The Xuanjia man's tone was a little dazed, unable to accept the content of the reprimand, "Anlu Mountain has the power to calm the chaos, and Xue Shuai... has no way to guard it?"

"state……"

"Why?! All of this is clearly a trick of Bandit An! Why did he have the power to put down the chaos and we died in battle but only had one sentence to defend?!" Shen Tuyuan roared uncontrollably, his eyes were red with tears , Yan Zhenqing didn't know how to comfort her.

"If it wasn't for the Thief An's interference, why would the Battle of Yanmen be so tragic!! The reinforcements have been waiting for a long time, and I, Cangyun, are alone and helpless... Xue Shuai, my eldest brother, and thousands of sons and daughters died in the battle, and the military commander lost his eyes ...All of these are only exchanged for a sentence of no way to keep the customs?! Heh...hahahahahahahaha! What a way to keep the customs!!!"

Shen Tuyuan laughed sadly and maniacally, and wept blood ferociously every word, as if he wanted to crush the flesh and bones of his enemy inch by inch, "Stupid!"

"General Shentu speak carefully!" Yan Zhenqing took a step forward and grabbed his wrist, and clasped it tightly, "My place is not a tight and safe place, the walls have ears, so be careful in your words and deeds!"

"Heh... so what if I heard it?" Shentu Yuan looked up to the sky with a sad smile, his voice choked up, "I, Cangyun, only have a hundred survivors, and there is no other way to go..."

The sound of arrows entering his elder brother's body seemed to be still echoing in his ears, and he returned to the Battle of Yanmen in a trance that day, holding his elder brother's body in the snowstorm, swallowed by that helpless despair.

Raising his hand to vigorously wipe away the tears on his face, Shen Tuyuan took a few steps back, cupped his fists and gave Yan Zhenqing a deep bow. When he got up again, his face had no emotion at all, as if he had given up all hope and delusion, and put away all despair, Pain, grief and indignation are deeply buried in the bottom of my heart, turning into deep-seated hatred.

"The Cangyun Army of the next generation has thanked the prefect for his righteousness, and is willing to play for Cangyun. I am deeply ashamed that I have caused the prefect to be reprimanded. If there is any driving in the future, I will die. The military affairs are heavy, so farewell here. Farewell."

After speaking, he turned around and left through the side door of the prefect's mansion.

Yan Zhenqing sighed, she was also helpless in this situation, she could only go back to the study with the imperial decree in hand, and deal with the matter silently.

An Lushan has already rebelled, even if the Holy One doesn't believe it, he must plan secretly on his own, so as not to be caught off guard in the future.

I don't know whether it is right or wrong to return to the court from Qingyan...

The traces of the Cangyun Army finally disappeared from Yanmen Pass and were replaced by the Spike Army of Anlu Mountain. The court in the capital became more and more silent, and almost no one mentioned Anlu Mountain and the Cangyun Army anymore.

This kind of silence made people very unhappy, and after feeling inexplicably uneasy for a few days, Su Jixian decided to send Chen Yue back to Qingyan Ten Thousand Flowers Valley.

At the beginning of March, he took Chen Yue out of Xijing and headed south.

Wanhua Valley is located among the undulating mountains of the Qinling Mountains. There is only one road to enter and exit, and the entrance is extremely difficult to find.Of course, for Su Jixian and Chen Yue who often come to Wanhua Valley, finding the entrance is as easy as finding the door of their own house.

The residents of Wanhua Valley live in Sanxing Mochiyue in the middle of the valley. After entering the valley, Chen Yue first went to Shangxingju to find Mr. Sun Simiao, while Su Jixian first went to Zhaixing Tower to find the valley owner Dongfang Yuxuan.

The Lingyun Ladder went up and down, and after a while, he arrived at the Star Picking Tower built on the top of the mountain, and stepped on the steps. At the end of the steps, there was a white mist. Behind the mist was a long-bearded man in an ink-purple robe, with long black hair combed neatly Qi, the deep purple ribbon fluttered in the wind, showing a free and elegant look.

"Junior Su Jixian, pay homage to Gu Master."

"Well, come and sit." Dongfang Yuxuan raised his hand and poured him a cup of tea, "You didn't come on the day of Huachao Festival, so you thought you didn't have time to go back to the valley during this period. You and Chen Yue, I never thought that you would come today, so go and accompany Old Sun later."

"Naturally." Su Jixian nodded, picked up his cup and took a sip of tea, "This time, this junior, apart from visiting the owner of the valley and the old gentlemen, there is also important business to discuss."

Although Dongfang Yuxuan was not involved in the world in Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, he knew something about the Jianghu and even the imperial court. Hearing what Su Jixian said, he looked thoughtful, "The world will be chaotic?"

"The owner of the valley is wise." Su Jixian picked up the teapot to refill the cup, clasped his slender fingers on the ears of the pot, his thin hands looked especially white against the background of the purple sand pot, with sinuous and elegant lines, graceful posture, and unparalleled charm, "I don't know how long it will be before the real chaos, but it's always good to plan as soon as possible. So I want to keep Yue'er in Wanhua Valley. If the Wanhua disciples who are unwilling to go out to experience the valley's owner are caught in this turmoil, Better get them back soon."

His voice was as soft and gentle as ever, but the seriousness in his words made people frown and think deeply.

"It sounds like this... the turmoil may be more serious than the old man imagined." Dongfang Yuxuan twisted his beard and frowned, "Later, the old man will send a letter to recall the disciples outside the valley. I'm afraid the valley will be closed."

"It's good to seal the valley, and the secret roads into the valley often set up strange formations. In addition to the maze formation, the killing formation must also be deployed." Su Jixian said, "Besides, people's hearts are unpredictable. If it comes to a critical moment, the valley owner will also Watch out for house thieves."

The two talked for a long time in the Zhaixing Building, and the conversation was not over until the tea on the table turned from steaming hot to cold.

Su Jixian got up to say goodbye, and took the Lingyun Ladder to Xingxingju to meet Mr. Sun.

Mr. Sun and him do not have the name of master and apprentice, but they have the reality of master and apprentice. Before Chen Yue achieved success in learning, Mr. Sun had been recuperating his body.

There is no change in Xingxingju. The new disciples are watching the martial arts performance of the seniors carefully. The herbs are drying around the big medicine mortar. The little medicine boy is sitting in front of the medicine stove and watching the fire. The medicine fragrance is permeating.

The door of the main hall of Appreciation of Stars was wide open, and Mr. Sun was sitting inside talking to Chen Yue. Although he was over a hundred years old, his beard and hair were already graying, but he looked very energetic, with a ruddy complexion, sharp eyes and ears, His body was stronger than others, and when he saw Su Jixian coming, he waved to him and pointed to the pulse diagnosis pad on the table.

"Well, sir." Su Ji smiled and saluted, sat down at the table, and put his hand on the cushion.

His hands were very fair, almost pale, the blood vessels on his wrists were clearly visible, but his skin had no blood in the slightest.

Mr. Sun pressed his fingers on his pulse, and the temperature touched by his fingers made him look serious, and he couldn't help frowning after carefully checking the pulse.

After diagnosing the pulse, he looked at Su Jixian's tongue and palm, and asked, "Have you ever been injured?"

"..." Su Jixian glanced at Chen Yue who was sitting beside him without saying a word, and replied truthfully, "I was injured in February last year, and I was shot in the chest by an arrow."

"How was your sleep?"

"It's okay. I've been sleeping deeply since last autumn, and I still am until now."

"Brother fell asleep for more than a month at the end of last summer." Chen Yue interrupted suddenly, lowered her eyes, put her hands on her knees, and sat upright, "I invited Sister Gu, but it didn't work."

Old Mr. Sun sighed, "Zhilan is good at treating plagues, and of course she doesn't know how to deal with Jixian's disease."

After asking miscellaneous questions, Mr. Sun slightly modified Su Jixian's current prescription, and told him the daily taboos.

"There is a little moon on the food and drink, and the old man doesn't talk too much. It's just that you think too much in your heart, which easily hurts your spleen... Besides, your body's yang energy is difficult to retain, so don't go to bed too late at night, waiting for the cold to enter your body ? Xiaoyue has been recuperating for you for so many years, don't let her hard work be ruined because of a momentary slack..."

Old Mr. Sun urged, Su Jixian obediently listened, and promised that Chen Yue would serve him good tea when he said he was tired.

When Mr. Sun was tired of talking and drinking tea, a gray pigeon flew in from outside, fluttered to the table, retracted its wings and cooed.

Su Jixian stretched out his hand to grab the pigeon, took the note from the bird's paw, took a look at it, was startled for a moment, rubbed the note into his palm and got up abruptly.

"I have something urgent to leave first. I'm sorry, but I can't accompany you to have dinner." He put on his cloak and whispered a few words to Yin Yuanwei who was waiting by his side, "Yue'er, you stay in Qingyan."

"elder brother?!"

"Good boy." Su Jixian stretched out his hand to stick to Chen Yue's face, the cold temperature made her heart cool down little by little, "The situation is serious, don't worry if you follow me, Qingyan is safe, Yue'er, you wait here I'll come back to pick you up, huh?"

"But I don't feel at ease if you leave like this!" Chen Yue grabbed his sleeve and said hastily, "Brother, don't...don't leave me like this..."

Su Jixian sighed, pressed his palm on her head, and said with a smile: "I didn't leave you...be obedient and wait for me to come back in Qingyan."

Without continuing to persuade her, Su Jixian bowed his hands to Mr. Sun, turned and left.

"Be careful on the road!" Mr. Sun chased a few steps with a cane, held the door frame and gave instructions, then looked back at the little apprentice sitting silently on the chair, and sighed softly.

After leaving the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the exquisite carriage was put on hold, Su Jixian rode on the horse, and galloped eastward with his private soldiers.

At the beginning of March, An Lushan mutinied in Fanyang, and the surrounding states and towns surrendered one after another. In less than half a month, the Spike Army approached Luoyang.

When the news spread to the capital, the entire court was shocked. Xuanzong ordered Feng Changqing, King Rong Li Wan and Gao Xianzhi to lead their troops to the eastern capital to guard Luoyang. At that time, Anlu Mountain had already approached Hulao Pass.

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