Chapter 298 Black Mountain Black Mountain, break the formation and destroy the barrier!
Scorching Lingnan.
It rained heavily two days ago and there was not a cloud in the sky.
Murong Di and Old Man Qin sat in the woods behind the mountain.
The lush forest blocked the scorching sun, and the forest was much cooler than on the top of the mountain.
Murong Di and Old Man Qin both had their eyes closed and stood under a tree.
A hare darted through the grass, making a rustling sound.
Murong Di and Old Man Qin's expressions changed slightly at the same time.
Now is the time!
call out--
The plum blossom dart in Murong Di's hand flew into the grass.
The hare stopped moving.
Old Man Qin opened his eyes, smiled, and went to the bushes to pick up the rabbit he had shot.
"Not bad, not bad! Your aim is even better."
Murong Di's plum blossom darts had reached the level of never missing a target during the day.
However, as a master with aspirations, Old Man Qin also requires his only disciple to reach a higher level.
He said that Murong Di used to use his eyes to see when practicing plum blossom darts, but now he closes his eyes and "sees" with his ears and intuition.
So Murong Di practiced dart shooting with his eyes closed.
After I became proficient in practicing with my eyes closed during the day, I switched completely to practicing darts at night.
When Murong Di heard the praise from his master, a smile appeared on his lips.
He was tall and graceful, his lean waist draped in a dark summer shirt, his shoulders and back straight as a pine tree. His eyebrows resembled distant mountains, and his cold eyes rippled like spring water when he smiled.
The light and shadow in the forest fell, blending the sharpness and elegance into the halo around him.
Seventeen-year-old Murong Di has grown up and his face has become more mature.
He is handsome and looks like jade and bamboo.
Old Man Qin looked at his apprentice standing in the light and shadow, and thought he looked as beautiful as a painting:
"People say nephews look like their uncles, and it's true. The older you get, the more you look like Village Chief Hao."
Hao Ren was seventeen years old when he was exiled to Lingnan.
It’s a good age.
Old Man Qin: "Let's stop here for today. You can go and get busy."
"Okay, I'll go see Grandpa Wei."
The master and disciple came out of the forest, and Murong Di walked towards the hill behind.
When passing by the lychee tree, Murong Di picked two half-red lychees, peeled them and put them in his mouth.
From the ninth year of Zhaoqing to the thirteenth year of Zhaoqing, these four years in Lingnan changed him a lot.
He no longer needs to test food for poison, and he thinks more carefully and makes decisions more decisively.
I also love to laugh more.
He smiles when he eats lychees, smiles when he greets villagers, and smiles when he digs the soil with his master.
When he smiled, he was full of radiance, which made all the flowers in the mountains pale in comparison, and he was unparalleled on the road.
Everyone said that the most beautiful girl in the village used to be Village Chief Hao.
After Village Chief Hao went to Beijing, Tea Garden's Asan became the new village beauty.
Starting this year, the grown-up Murong Di was openly praised as the flower of Lingnan.
Murong Di has always kept in touch with his uncle's family in the capital, and regularly exchanged information on the situation in Chang'an, Lingnan, and the Northwest.
Lingnan has changed a lot in the past four years.
The provincial governors of all states were controlled by them, and those officials they could not control could not stay.
Now the real power of the entire Lingnan is in their hands, and all news communicated with the court must first pass through them.
They set up an invisible barrier in Lingnan and flourished behind the barrier.
Xunzhou's population growth ranked first in Lingnan.
Not only Xunzhou, the population of other states and counties has increased a lot, and the amount of reclaimed farmland has also increased significantly.
After completing his term in Xunzhou, Governor Gu was transferred to Yongzhou to serve as governor. He built docks along the Yongjiang River to encourage water-based trade.
With more people coming, there is enough food to eat, and business is booming.
More people, more money.
And most importantly, they had more soldiers.
Xunzhou, as their core area, accommodated a large number of troops, which increased from thousands to tens of thousands.
In the Heishan Township area, several consecutive mountains are the territory of the Heishan Army.
Farming during the busy farming season and training during the slack farming season.
Murong Di walked to the top of the hill where the Black Mountain Army was located and looked into the valley. He saw a large black army training.
The people on the stage waved flags, and everyone drew their swords in unison, shouting the word "kill".
The shouts echoed through the valley.
The person waving the flag on the stage was not Wei Dashuan and Qin Xiao, but their successor chosen from the Black Mountain Army.
Murong Di walked to the next hill and saw a similar scene, which was also an army training.
Gu——
A shadow floated over my head.
Murong Di looked up and saw Abao falling from the sky, his feathers shining like golden swords in the sun.
"Abao." Murong Di extended his hand to Abao.
Abao landed on the lush green grass and pecked Murong Di's hand gently with his eagle beak.
Murong Di took off the bamboo tube from Abao's feet and poured out the letter inside.
He took a look at it, then suddenly clenched the letter, his eyes revealing some uncontrollable excitement.
"Hey, Abao is back. Is there a letter from Beijing?" Wei Dashuan and Qin Xiao came towards them. They were also inspecting the army's training.
Murong Di's Adam's apple rolled as he looked at the two old men with golden light in his eyes.
Qin Xiao: "What happened?"
Murong Di's heart was in turmoil, and the end of his words trembled slightly:
"We have been waiting for the day when the sword can be unsheathed."
Qin Xiao and Wei Dashuan tensed up like strings when they heard this.
Wei Dashuan took the letter and read it, then said:
"We must not miss this opportunity. Three days from now, we will command our entire army to march north!"
Three days later, early morning.
The marching horn resounded among the mountains.
The vast army surged out from the depths of the valley like a torrent bursting through a dam, and the horses' hooves pounded the mountain path, making a dense and dull "clatter".
In the team, several large flags with the word "black" written on them fluttered in the wind.
Murong Di, dressed in armor, stood before the battle formation:
"Today, the Holy Emperor is in disgrace, and wolves are lurking in the court! Treacherous and treacherous people are misleading His Majesty and embezzling the people's wealth, causing the Qianzhong Road to suddenly erupt in flames, and the Mipo barbarians are invading our territory, putting the people of the world in dire straits!
If we don't get rid of them, how can the world and Lingnan be at peace? This time, our Black Mountain Army marches north to purge the emperor's court and eliminate the treacherous and evil! To restore peace and order to the world!
The Montenegrin Army raised their arms and shouted, their voices shaking the four fields:
"Black Mountain! Black Mountain! Break through the formation and destroy the barrier!"
"Black Mountain! Black Mountain! Break through the formation and destroy the barrier!"
"Black Mountain! Black Mountain! Break through the formation and destroy the barrier!"
“…”
The slogan was thought up by Qin Xiao and Wei Dashuan before. It had to be simple and catchy so that everyone could shout it.
The shout at this moment was truly inspiring and resounded throughout the Heishan Township.
In the tea garden on the hillside of Heifei Mountain, He Sanlang sat alone among the tea trees.
He heard the troops shouting, but he did not go to see them off.
He knew who the traitor they were talking about was.
He knew what they were going to do.
But he didn't know how to face all this.
The whole garden was filled with the fragrance of tea, and his body lay between the tea trees, as if buried among the bushes.
He looked up at the sky with red eyes. The early morning sun was not yet scorching, but he felt as if his eyes were being burned blind.
He San closed his eyes.
He can't go back to the capital.
I can only stay in Lingnan for the rest of my life.
From now on, perhaps he is the only bloodline of the He family left in the world.
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