Dao Fruit

"Taoist priest?"

Seeing this Taoist priest, Qiu Yan felt suspicious.

Others sitting in the hall seemed to be very familiar with this Taoist priest and did not show any surprise.

Then, the Taoist priest named Jing Quanzi came up, chatted with Liu Jing for a few words, and then said: "I would also like to ask you to write down the information that needs to be conveyed on this piece of paper, so that I can pass it on." He With a flick of his sleeves, there was a piece of paper in his hand.

The paper was yellow, dry, and seemed ready to crack at any moment.

However, Liu Jing seemed to have grown accustomed to the strangeness, so she asked someone to get pen and ink, and wrote down everything Qiu Yan had just said on it. Qiu Yan stood aside and gave answers to Liu Jing's questions from time to time.

Originally, it would have been ideal if Qiu Yan had written the letter, and his thoughts could be conveyed directly to the tip of the pen. However, this letter was to be sent to Song Yuan, and it involved military power, so Liu Jing, who was an official of comparable character, was asked to write it.

Not far away, the Taoist priest Jing Quanzi stood quietly in the hall with a smile on his face. His eyes glanced at Qiu Yan from time to time, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

It took Liu Jing a full meal to write this. During this period, she exchanged opinions with other officials several times, refined the wording, and synthesized the latest military information. She filled up a whole piece of paper.

At the end, he suddenly stopped, frowned, and asked Qiu Yan with some confusion: "What is the purpose of the Marsh people's invasion? And according to what you said, the Marsh people are short of horses. After robbing money and food, they move slowly and easily. Being pursued, intercepted, and surrounded by the army, their efforts this time would be in vain. "

"The student does have some ideas." Qiu Yan had already expected Liu Jing to ask this question. "When the student was in Wuxin City, he had contact with the little prince of the Swamp people and had a conversation. He knew that his clan was not stable. This time, probably Some of the people in the marsh have the idea of ​​unifying the marsh tribe, and this march may be to use the hands of officers and soldiers to kill a group of people to reduce the resistance within the clan. "

When Liu Jing and other officials heard these words, they were suddenly enlightened. They were guarding one side and knew the situation in the southwest. They also had a little understanding of the inside of the Marsh people, and they immediately understood the mystery inside.

Liu Jing frowned and said: "What a cruel method. I don't know whether it was De Ying, Bian Xin or Jian Duoyi who did this. In the current situation, I'm afraid half of the goal has been achieved." After saying this, he wrote this paragraph Guesses were written.

However, the officials in the hall didn't know that Qiu Yan still had something to say.

Naobin Xin marched and searched for craftsmen and iron tools everywhere. His purpose was not trivial, and the Fan people even tried to use it to preach, but there was no evidence for these things. Saying it rashly would reveal your trump card, so I kept it in my heart and waited for the opportunity.

"alright."

soon. Liu Jing put away her pen and read it through before handing it to Jing Quanzi.

"In this case, the poor Taoist will pass it on." He took the paper. Jingquanzi took a deep breath, then flipped his wrists and fingers flexibly in the blink of an eye. He folded the paper full of words into a paper crane, and finally blew on it.

Snap!

The paper crane made a crisp sound, then flapped its wings and flew up. It floated out of the lobby, straight into the air, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Yan's pupils suddenly tightened, and he was filled with surprise: "This Taoist priest is not shy about performing Taoism in the government office! How does he resist the invasion of official spirit? And he is so mixed with the common people In officialdom, the entanglement between cause and effect and karma is no small matter. Is this person not afraid of it? "

The government yamen is not a simple place. Although this is a world where Shinto and Taoist laws are manifested, people with supernatural powers still dare not show off their methods at will in the officialdom. This involves things such as Longting's luck and official aura. No small matter.

The reason why Qiu Yan dared to take the imperial examination was because, although his avatar had practiced cultivation, he had no teacher and was not involved in Taoism. Second, he had ambitions and karma, which could actually protect him to a certain extent. This third One is that it is relatively independent from the gods themselves, without much involvement in cause and effect and luck.

Historically, only when dynasties change and the fortunes and destiny of heaven and earth are in chaos, Taoist practitioners will appear in large numbers, each betting on their own, and conquering the world.

"Although the Darui Dynasty has passed its heyday, it has not seen major chaos after all. There are Taoists who are blatantly interfering with the government, huh? This reform can be regarded as a reform to a certain extent. Could it be this? Do people bet their luck on it?”

Qiu Yan looked at the Taoist priest, thinking in his mind, his thoughts rising and falling.

At this time, Liu Jing called two more people and ordered: "Go to the backyard to tidy up the two wing rooms, and let Mr. Qiu and Taoist Master Jingquanzi settle down first."

After saying this, he turned to Qiu Yan and Jing Quanzi: "The situation is unclear now. To prevent accidents, I would like to ask you two to stay here for a few days. I will send people over to your relatives, friends and Taoist temples. illustrate."

Qiu Yan and Jing Quanzi both nodded and said, "That's exactly what it should be."

It was a matter of military affairs, so of course we couldn't be careless. Letting Qiu Yan and Jing Quanzi stay in the house was not only to prevent the news from leaking out, but also to eliminate suspicion when something similar happened.

After a while, someone came to lead the way and took the two of them away, while the officials in the hall began to discuss again.

………………

Wuxin City, military camp outside the city.

Ta-ta-ta!

A horse rides far away, sending up billows of dust.

The rider rushed into the camp with a clear path, and reached the big tent in the camp. Then he dismounted, walked in, knelt on one knee, cupped his fists and said: "General, my subordinates have confirmed the situation, and the Yongping Army is sure." We sent out troops, but fell into the trap of the Numa and Fan people, and lost about a thousand cavalry."

After saying that, he took out a letter from his bosom and presented it to him.

"Oh? Zhang Duling finally lost his temper."

In the tent, the generals were arranged on the left and right, with Song Yuan at the top, wearing armor and sitting with a big horse and a golden sword. He had a great aura. He took out the letter, read it once, and then circulated it to the generals.

Beside Song Yuan stood a man dressed as a scholar, with a handsome face, red lips and white teeth. After reading the letter, he smiled and said, "Wu Swamp is poor and mountainous, and it is not conducive to horses to rush. I heard that the Nan Zanpu of the barbarians wanted to build another cavalry and give it to one of his sons to lead, so his sons are all taking action to compete for the quota. Zhang Duling's warhorse may fall into the hands of the barbarians."

The general on the left stepped out and said, "General, since Zhang Duling has suffered some losses, should we send troops? It will also help us beat the Yongping army!"

Immediately, someone retorted, "Not appropriate! Sending troops now is to take advantage of the Yongping army. Afterwards, they may blame us and throw the blame for the warhorse on us. I think we should wait and see."

As soon as the general finished speaking, others also expressed their opinions. One after another, the camp was in chaos.

On the contrary, Song Yuan remained silent and let the generals talk.

The scholar next to Song Yuan said again: "General, now is an opportunity. There are not many people who know military affairs in Jiannan Dao. As long as the situation continues to deteriorate, they will suffer. We might as well let them go for a while and let them know how powerful it is. In the future, if we propose to divide the troops to garrison, they will not be too opposed."

When this person spoke, the others shut up and looked at Song Yuan, waiting for the next words.

Song Yuan looked around and said slowly: "The army and the Dao do not lead each other. How to fight is our business. It is not the turn of others to comment. Our Wuxin Army guards one side. The responsibility is not light. We cannot act rashly. Let's wait until the situation is clearer before discussing the matter of sending troops. However, the war horses are a big deal and cannot be left to wander. We need to draft a charter to see if we can take some back."

The generals below immediately understood that Song Yuan was going to wait and see.

In fact, since they were summoned to the camp and learned about the invasion of the Swamp People and the Barbarians, they knew that Song Yuan intended to send troops, but when, how, and where to send troops, they had to think carefully. After all, as long as they sent troops, there would inevitably be losses, so of course they had to think carefully and strive for benefits.

The scholar said to Song Yuan again: "The officials of Jiannan Road probably don't know the situation yet. When they have suffered enough losses and know that the Yongping Army cannot be relied on, they will ask us for help. At that time, we will take the opportunity to bring up the things we discussed before."

As he was speaking, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air outside!

Buzz!

Then, with a "puff" sound, a hole was broken in the top of the tent!

A paper crane flew in, and was immediately scattered by the impact of the blood and qi in the tent, turning into a piece of withered yellow paper, floating in front of Song Yuan.

"Hmm?" Song Yuan raised his hand and sucked the paper into his hand. He first glanced at it, then his face changed, and he read it carefully. Finally, he shook his head and smiled: "What a scholar said, Qiu Yan, Qiu Yan, I really shouldn't let you go."

The scholar next to him had been paying attention to Song Yuan's expression. When he heard the name "Qiu Yan" from his mouth, his face changed slightly.

Putting down the paper, Song Yuan stood up and said: "Get ready, send troops immediately! Relieve the war disaster in Yuanning Prefecture as soon as possible. In addition, let someone send a pigeon to pass the news to the Left Army Governor's Office, saying that the foreign monks and soldiers have robbed a group of war horses and are heading north to Longyou via the west road."

"This..."

The generals looked at each other, some of them were confused. Song Yuan just looked like he was waiting for the change, how come he was going to send troops and send a message to the Left Army Governor's Office.

"General, the Yongping Army must have sent a message. If we send a message, the two armies will immediately sign a joint letter. The commander-in-chief of the left army will probably send people to intercept the war horses! Please think twice..." The scholar came out to advise, but his eyes were on the paper in Song Yuan's hand.

"Look for yourself," Song Yuan handed over the letter, "Without this letter, the Jiannan Road government and the two military towns are not under each other's jurisdiction. But with this letter, it is the grand strategy of the entire southwest, and we can't take advantage of the fire to rob."

Song Yuan's face was full of regret. He picked up his helmet and led the generals out of the tent. The scholar looked at the letter, but his face changed.

Half an hour later, the Wuxin army, which had been ready for a long time, set out to the west.

………………

At the same time, outside Jiarong County, there was a sudden explosion!

The golden light covering a mound disappeared, and then a huge shadow of the stove god emerged.

Then, the shadow expanded, releasing a faint breath, covering the county town not far away. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!

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