[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

After neatly taking care of herself, when Mu Xuanying walked out of the inner room, Su Jixian was eating the last bite of sauce pancake, looking down at the paper on her lap.

"Don't look at other things when you're eating." Mu Xuanying sat down opposite him, grabbed a piece of sauce pancake with her chopsticks.

"No, we need to hurry up." Su Jixian drank a cup of longan, red dates and ginger tea slowly, the hot mist blurred his brows and eyes, and even his voice seemed so warm that water could seep out, "Red Clothes The confessions of the captives have been sorted out, and I want to redo the way forward."

Mu Xuanying shrugged, licked the meat sauce on her lips, "Anyway, we'll just follow you."

"It's really irresponsible."

"What is irresponsibility... You are much better than me in this respect, of course I will listen to you."

Su Jixian smiled softly, put the cup on the table casually, picked up a pen and used cinnabar to draw on the map placed by his lap, "The Red Clothes Sect and the Wolf Fang Army colluded and set up many ambushes along the way. .Although it is not impossible for us to fight, but there are too many ants, it is also very annoying. If you want to avoid the harassment of the red teacher, you can only take a detour."

Mu Xuanying chewed the sauce cake and leaned over to look, her cheeks puffed up, "Hey, there are still many routes."

"No, considering that we have cavalry, some roads are not allowed to go." Su Jixian crossed some of the red marking lines, "So the only two we can go on are these two."

Mu Xuanying nodded.

"Although these two roads can avoid a lot of troubles, there are not many people along the way. If something happens to you, you will probably have to sleep in the open. Sleeping in the open in winter is very uncomfortable..." Su Jixian pondered, pen Bit by bit on the chin, "But then again, if the snow doesn't stop, no matter which way you can go."

Mu Xuanying blinked, stopped chewing, and could vaguely hear the whistling wind outside the house, "Hasn't the snow stopped yet?"

"No, I went out to take a look just now, and it seems that there is still a possibility of getting bigger. Maybe we will stay in Xianwang Palace for a while."

"It shouldn't matter. Your Majesty has General Chen Xuanli and King Jianning on his side, and there is no shortage of us."

"Well, so I'm not in a hurry."

"Oh, by the way, what are you going to do with those prisoners? Kill them?"

"How can it be?" Su Jixian said indifferently, "I let them go after asking for a confession."

"Cough..." Mu Xuanying almost choked on the sauce cake, and quickly took a sip of ginger tea, "Why did you let it go?"

"They are very useful." Su Jixian propped his forehead, and the black and smooth hair poured from his fingers, making his fingers look amazingly white and beautiful, "Maomao, you don't seem to know me What are you best at?"

"What you are best at..." Mu Xuanying frowned and thought, "Divination survey?"

"...Although it is said that I am a master of the Tang Dynasty, it does not mean that I have a good understanding of these things that are talked about by gods and gods."

"Oh... that's marching and fighting? No, I remember that you didn't lead soldiers a few times, but it seems that you are really good at this."

"Although I'm really good at leading troops, but..." Su Jixian sighed, stretched his arms, and flicked his forehead with his fingers, "I'm better at hypnosis."

Mu Xuanying was taken aback, her big eyes slightly rounded, "Hypnosis?"

"Well, if you change the word, maybe you can understand, it is the soul-hunting technique, which controls a person's mind and makes him a puppet who obeys my orders." Su Jixian lowered his eyes, and the slender eyelashes fell under the eyes. A small silhouette, "This is the stronghold of the Red Clothes Cult. Among the people they sent, two were small leaders, and one of them was among the captives. I released them just to let them go back and make a good living." Toss a bit..."

"Ah, it sounds so complicated..." Mu Xuanying blinked, "I probably know your plan, but with just these few people, can you succeed?"

"Yes, I have planned it carefully." Su Jixian's smile deepened a little, his warm and smiling peach eyes slightly curved, as if a peach blossom in March was blooming in his eyes, "Maomao, don't underestimate the greed of people's hearts." Desire."

After eating the last piece of sauce pie, Mu Xuanying nodded seriously.

In terms of people's calculations, he has never seen Su Jixian make a few mistakes.

Not long after eating breakfast, the fine snow turned into heavy snow, and the sound of the wind became more severe. Su Jixian, Mu Xuanying and his party were trapped in Xianwang Palace by the wind and snow, unable to move forward.

With heavy snow and severe cold, and years of war and famine, countless refugees died.

In Tiandu Town outside Chang'an City, very few people survived. The broken lanterns were blown from the eaves by the wind and fell on the empty streets. Almost none of the households left their doors open.

In the almost dead town, there is still one family struggling to maintain the business of the steamed stuffed bun shop, but there are still a few families in the town who come to visit from time to time.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop sent a woman away, and lowered his head to add a piece of firewood to the stove. When he looked up, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he was so frightened that he fell back with a clang.

Climbing up tremblingly while leaning on the stool, he found a rather tall man standing in front of the stall, wearing a black cloak that looked very expensive, with a hood on his head covering half of his face, but from the hood Looking at the lips and chin under the hat, you can also see his shocking beauty with a poisonous evil.

"I want ten buns." He said something, his voice was a little hoarse, as if there was a soft hook between the beginning and the end, which tickled people's hearts.

However, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop didn't dare to have any other ideas at all, and wrapped ten steamed stuffed buns for him tremblingly, "A total of ten... ten Wen coins..."

The man took the buns, took out ten copper plates from his body and put them next to the cage drawer, then turned and left.

The boss was relieved to see his back gradually disappearing into the corner of the street.

It's so murderous... It's really scary.

Walking out of the town with the buns, the man walked to a dead locust tree nearby, and said to the air, "I bought the food."

Then there was a dark red gleam in the shadow of the locust tree, and a man wearing a dark red cloak appeared abruptly, took the bun in his hand, "Thank you, Nuoya."

He shook his head, revealing a pair of bewitchingly beautiful peach eyes under the hood, one gold and one blue, as clear as glass, "This is the only one you can buy in Tiandu Town, as long as you don't dislike it."

"We'll go to Chang'an City after we've leveled out the Red Clothes Sect stronghold here, and it won't be too late to eat something good then."

"En." Lu Lingfeng nodded her head, then lowered her head to tighten the lace of the loose cloak, and raised her head to find that the person on the opposite side was frowning and smelling the steamed stuffed bun, "What's wrong?"

"This bun is a bit strange." Kalubi broke open a bun, smelled the meat inside, and his face suddenly became ugly, "It's human flesh."

"Huh?" Lu Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, but she wasn't too surprised. "No wonder meat buns can be made in such a world. It turns out that human flesh is used."

Kalubi threw a bag of buns under the locust tree, with a cold expression, "There is no shortage of dead people in troubled times, but it is too sinful to use the flesh and blood of the dead to make food like this."

"After all, it's a chaotic world."

"Forget it, go directly to Xilin. If you speed up the processing, you should be able to enter Chang'an City before night."

After speaking, the two quickly left Tiandu Town and headed for Drunken Butterfly Xilin.

Lu Lingfeng has already grasped the list of nearly half of the intelligence contacts of the Red Clothes Sect in various places, and has been rushing to destroy the Red Clothes Sect's intelligence system for the past few days. Chang'an's stronghold is the last one on the list.

Most of the Mingjiao has a unique advantage in sense of direction, even if they don't have a specific map in hand, they quickly found the Red Clothes Cult camp in Drunken Butterfly Xilin.

The fine snow has stopped, and there are many people wearing crimson clothes walking in the camp, and several girls can be seen among them. Judging from the clothes, they should be girls from the surrounding villages and towns.

A large iron pot was hanging over the bonfire, and it was gurgling, whether it was medicine or food, and the strange aroma permeated with the steam from the pot.

The curtain of the main camp tent was lifted suddenly, a woman in red strode out from inside, and then another woman chased out angrily and grabbed her arm.

"Let go of me! Yin Hongzhu, don't go too far!"

"Excessive? You have been against me since you came to Chang'an. Who is it?! I am the holy priest!"

"Ha! Don't think that I don't know how you came to be a holy priest. You think I'm afraid of you? Look at what you did in Chang'an. You didn't contact other people or recruit believers. Stay here and let us serve you, what else would you do?!"

"Do you think I don't want to recruit believers?! But..."

"I don't listen to your excuses! You are willing to stay here and do nothing, it doesn't matter, anyway, I am also a priest! There will be people here who are willing to follow me!"

"Song Si!!" Yin Hongzhu's eyes almost burst into flames, and he raised his hand and slapped Song Si hard.

Loud applause sounded, and the camp was silent. The crisp voice echoed in the camp, as if there were still echoes.

She was slapped so hard and caught off guard that Song Si staggered and almost fell, a line of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and half of her face swelled up quickly.

Song Si seemed to be calmed down by this slap, his head was lowered without any reaction, his chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was very suppressed.Her calmness is more like the tranquility before the storm, when the dark clouds overwhelm the city. The anger is silently accumulating, and then at the critical point, it explodes!

The black whip whistled and swung, Yin Hongzhu subconsciously retreated, her back bumped into the tent and couldn't go any further, the whip slapped her face, leaving a bloody welt.

The severe pain on his face almost burned his reason, Yin Hongzhu pulled out the sword on his waist, and swung it at Song Si!

The dispute between the two turned into a fight, and every move was aimed at the deadliest place without leaving any room.The people around them pissed off and stayed away from them, and no one tried to stop them.

On the bare tree branch not far away, Kalubi was watching the farce condescendingly, and turned his head to look at Lu Lingfeng not far away, "Your handwriting?"

Lu Lingfeng leaned against the tree trunk and nodded, "There is a person next to Yi Hongzhu who is a spy I arranged. When I got the list, I sent a letter asking her to provoke Yi Hongzhu and her second-in-command. Now it seems that the effect is pretty good."

"This kind of invisible calculation, he taught you?"

"No, he didn't teach me." Lu Lingfeng pursed her bright lips and smiled slightly, as if she was missing the person she wanted most in her heart, with a deep tenderness in the corners of her eyes and brows, "Yes I'm imitating him."

Kalubi was noncommittal, and continued to watch the more and more desperate fights below, until Yin Hongzhu died under Song Si's hidden weapon, and then said again: "Let's go, we can go to Chang'an City."

Lu Lingfeng responded, glanced at Song Si who had a broken arm and was drenched in blood, and followed Kalubi's figure.