Drunk people are most afraid of the moment they wake up. People who have nightmares are most afraid of waking up from the dream.
The moment Zhao Xun woke up from the bed, he was covered in cold sweat.
His dreams were so real that sometimes he even wondered if he was dreaming at all.
Why did he dream about this dream again and again?
Why does he always dream about this boy named Ural?
What's the connection?
Zhao Xun felt that he still needed to consult his mentor Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi.
If this continues, he will become crazy.
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Early the next morning, Zhao Xun set out for Leyouyuan.
After entering Qinglian Temple, he saw his teacher Wu Quanyi breathing in and out. Zhao Xun put on a smile and leaned over and laughed harmoniously: "Teacher, you always get up so early."
Wu Quanyi opened his eyes, rolled his eyes at Zhao Xun and said, "Is this early? Look, it's already dawn."
Zhao Xun quickly explained the purpose of his visit: "The reason why my disciple came to bother my teacher so early is that he was really tortured by something. Do you still remember my bizarre dream? My disciple dreamed about it again last night."
"Huh? The one about the grassland sacrifice?"
"Yes."
Zhao Xun did not dare to have the slightest reservation, and said quickly: "When my disciple fell asleep last night, he entered that dream again. The magical thing is that it happened to be connected to the scene that ended last time. I saw that dream again. Ural, the patriarch’s son, has completely entered his perspective this time.”
"hiss."
Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi looked serious for a moment and gasped: "You mean you have completely turned into Ural? At least in the dream?"
"Yes."
Zhao Xun said decisively.
"Let me come and take a look."
Taoist Priest Qinglian stood up and approached Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun quickly sat down and allowed Taoist Priest Qinglian to place his hand on his head.
Taoist Priest Qinglian took a deep breath and then entered Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness.
This time Taoist Priest Qinglian was not only able to see chaos, he could even clearly see the fragments of Zhao Xun's dreams.
He saw the grassland tribe where Ural was located constantly turning westward and moving forward.
The road is long and seems to have no end.
Tired camels, horses, tired herdsmen.
Almost everyone had weariness written on their faces.
The final scene was fixed at Yangguan.
Taoist Priest Qinglian's expression froze, and then he withdrew from Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness.
"How about it, mentor? Have you seen it clearly this time?"
Zhao Xun asked quickly.
"See clearly."
Taoist Qinglian let out a long sigh and said, "They are moving west."
"Migrate westward?"
Zhao Xun asked.
"good."
Taoist priest Qinglian shook his head helplessly and said: "The purpose of moving westward is to transfer, and the reason for the transfer is to survive. The grassland where they are located has become barren of grass due to severe drought, and the cattle, sheep, and horses have nothing to eat. They would starve to death, and people would starve to death. They had no choice but to move westward."
The teacher's words made Zhao Xun fall into deep thought. If all this is true, doesn't it prove that many tribal city-states in the Western Regions migrated from the grasslands?
Or that there is a lot of prairie blood in their blood?
This seems to make sense.
"My mentor means that the northern barbarians and the Western Regions' joint attack on the Great Zhou Dynasty has been planned for a long time. They are from the same clan and origin, so it is normal for them to reach an agreement."
"good."
Taoist Master Qinglian nodded and said: "They are indeed from the same sect. At first, I was still wondering why the two could be so synchronized. Now it seems that everything makes sense."
Wu Quanyi said with a helpless smile: "The last scene I saw was in Yangguan, which means they did leave the gate."
"I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."
Zhao Xun blurted out almost instinctively.
Taoist Priest Qinglian was stunned for a long time, and then he opened and closed his lips and said, "What did you just say?"
"I urge you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west..."
Zhao Xun was a little helpless. I am so talented, what should I do?
I blurt it out, is it so surprising?
"Good poetry, really good poetry."
Wu Quanyi's face was full of joy and he praised: "What a sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. It really describes the meaning of farewell to friends. Is there anything in the world that is more worthy of praise than friendship? Woolen cloth?"
Zhao Xun thought to himself, where is this going?
"Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass."
Zhao Xun wanted to show off, so he just said it casually.
Damn it!
At this time, Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi was completely petrified, like a sculpture.
If he was just shocked just now, now he was looking at Zhao Xun like a monster.
A line of poetry is occasionally easy to understand, but this is followed by another line, which can only mean one thing, that is, the person who wrote the poem is really talented.
"Why does the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not blow through Yumen Pass. Why does the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not blow through Yumen Pass..."
He repeatedly recited these two lines of poetry read by Zhao Xun, and for a moment he didn't know what to evaluate.
"My good disciple, no wonder the mountain chief said that you are a Wenqu star who came down to earth. Such a great talent, you really are a Wenqu star."
Taoist Priest Qinglian stroked his beard and said very proudly: "You really have gained a good disciple as a master, haha. If you take away a disciple from my uncle, I will have no regrets as a master."
What Taoist Priest Qinglian said was true.
If he had been a step too late, Yuan Tiangang, that awesome old Taoist priest, would definitely not be satisfied with just accepting Zhao Xun as his adopted son.
Accepting Zhao Xun as his adopted son was a no-brainer, it was the next best option.
There are better choices, why didn’t Yuan Tiangang choose them?
But I have to say that Zhao Xun is indeed a son of luck. There is really no one who can be favored by so many people at the same time, and so many big guys want to take him as their disciple at the same time.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, my master really did not misjudge the person."
Wu Quanyi admired Zhao Xun like a treasure, which made Zhao Xun feel goosebumps.
"Well, mentor... let's get back to business, let's talk about this dream of mine."
Zhao Xun was obviously more concerned about that bizarre dream.
After all, this dream is related to Dazhou's next battle.
It is not an easy task to fight against the northern barbarians and the Hu tribe in the western regions at the same time.
If the two are from the same sect and are collaborating, then they are really in serious trouble.
"Well, what did Master just say?"
"Uh...you just said that the two have the same origin..."
Zhao Xun reminded.
"Yep..."
Taoist Master Qinglian slapped his head and said: "The two have the same sect and origin, so they must be of the same mind. So we must separate them and not let them join forces. If the two sides join forces, it will be doomed for us. disaster."
The truth is this...
But it is really not an easy thing to achieve.
"Teacher, please tell me how we can stop them?"
"Well, now that the northern barbarians have reached the city, it is impossible to stop them. Therefore, the best way to prevent the two sides from joining forces is to prevent the Hu tribe from the Western Regions from continuing to advance eastward."
After a pause, Taoist Priest Qinglian paced while stroking his beard.
After a long while, he said in a deep voice: "When the bad commander Feng Hao returned to Chang'an, Shazhou and Guazhou should still be in the hands of the Zhou Dynasty. This means that Yumen Pass and Yang Pass are also in our hands."
Zhao Xun nodded instinctively.
"Yes, these two levels are still in our hands."
"This is it."
Wu Quanyi nodded and said: "Did you know that Yumen Pass and Yang Pass are collectively called the two great passes outside the Great Wall. Their biggest feature is that they are extremely easy to defend and difficult to attack. In this regard, I am afraid that only Jianmen Pass in Shu can compare with them. .”
Tsk tsk...
At first, Zhao Xun thought that Yangguan and Yumenguan were just vase decorations for customs clearance, but he did not expect that they had such important practical value.
"So, we must send more troops to Shazhou and Guazhou!"
Taoist Priest Qinglian said without hesitation.
"More troops?"
Zhao Xun was stunned.
Teacher, is this serious?
"Teacher, according to Mr. Feng, the 80,000 elite troops of the Anxi Army have been basically preserved intact. In addition, there are hundreds of thousands of troops stationed in Guazhou and Shazhou. You just said that Jianmen Pass and Yang Pass are It is the most majestic pass in the world. Such a majestic pass is the easiest to defend and difficult to attack. How can the enemy easily conquer it? Why do we need to send troops to reinforce it?"
Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi shook his head and said: "These are two different things."
He paused and said: "Do you know how many people there are in the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions? Although each of their city-states has a small population, all of them are soldiers. This is the same as the northern barbarians and the southern barbarians. In the mind of the barbarians , as long as a man is an old man or a child, he must be prepared to become a warrior, and as long as the tribe needs it, they must go to the battlefield without hesitation."
Wu Quanyi sighed and said: "So this time, I conservatively estimate that the troops arriving at Yangguan and Yumen Pass will be at least two to three hundred thousand. Although Yangguan and Yumen Pass are easy to defend and difficult to attack, don't forget one thing. The last one hundred thousand The drought in the Western Regions was severe in 2011, and even Guazhou and Shazhou were affected. There are deserts and Gobi everywhere. It is likely that Yumen Pass and Yang Pass will have difficulty storing large amounts of food and water."
Zhao Xun couldn't help but feel his heart sinking when he heard this.
"If that's the case, it's really dangerous."
Zhao Xun sighed and said: "But how can we report it to the court? At this time, even if the court really wants to reinforce Shazhou and Guazhou, it won't be able to spare them."
Chang'an City was besieged. Under this situation, even if Emperor Xianlong wanted to send troops to assist, it would not be possible.
Besides, the one closest to Guazhou Sandbank is Liangzhou.
Liangzhou's army has basically all headed for Gyeonggi Province.
The rest of the Hedong Army also went to Chang'an King Qin.
In this context, if you think about mobilizing troops to go to Guazhou and Shazhou for reinforcements, it would be a slap in the face.
Based on Zhao Xun's understanding of Emperor Xianlong, he felt that Emperor Xianlong would not make such a choice.
"This is the truth, but we still have to fight for it."
Taoist Priest Qinglian certainly knew the difficulties.
But no matter how difficult it is, you still have to give it a try.
If you don't give it a try, you never know if you have a chance.
They can't let themselves regret such a big thing.
"Let's do this, good disciple. We, master and disciple, will act separately. Master, I will go to the Qintian Prison to explain the situation to my junior uncle and ask him to report it on his behalf. As for you, go to the Bad Guys Yamen, explain the situation to the bad commander Feng Hao. I believe he should know the seriousness and will report it to the emperor in time."
"Well, that's all we can do for now. Then it's all thanks to my hard-working teacher."
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After Zhao Xun left Qinglian Temple in Leyou, he immediately returned to the Delinquents' Yamen without stopping.
At this moment, people started to arrive in the Yamen one after another.
Colleagues started a new day of work chatting and laughing happily.
However, Zhao Xun flawlessly greeted them and went straight to the second-floor government office where the bad handsome man Feng Hao was.
At this moment, the bad guy Feng Hao is drinking tea.
Seeing Zhao Xun coming, Feng Hao took a sip of tea and smiled lightly: "Ming Yun is here, sit down."
"Thank you, Master Feng."
In front of Feng Hao, Zhao Xun was always respectful.
There was no other reason. Just because Feng Hao was his guide and led him into an official career was worthy of his respect.
"Ming Yun came to my office so early. Is there anything important you have to do?"
Feng Hao asked harmoniously.
Zhao Xun quickly made a cross-hand salute.
"To be honest, I do have something important to report to you."
Zhao Xun told Feng Hao about his dream and Taoist Qinglian's interpretation of it.
After hearing this, Feng Hao couldn't help but look solemn.
"If it's really what you said, it's really critical."
Feng Hao started pacing with his hands behind his back.
When he was in the Western Regions, he felt that the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions were disobedient.
This is exactly the same as the grassland barbarians.
At that time, Feng Hao only thought that he was not from my race, so his mind must be different.
But now it seems that there is a deeper reason!
Because the grassland barbarians and the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions are essentially of the same origin, it is only natural that they do the same thing.
"What do Mingyun think we should do now?"
Feng Hao turned to Zhao Xun, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.
"Master Feng, my subordinates feel that we should immediately report to the Emperor and request His Majesty to send troops to reinforce Shazhou and Guazhou."
Feng Hao smiled bitterly and said: "Mobile troops, where are there any troops now? If we insist on transferring troops, I am afraid that only the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in Liangzhou will be left."
"Master Feng, it is one thing whether His Majesty will mobilize his troops, but it is another matter whether we can do so. If we do nothing and Yangguan and Yumenguan are really captured by the Hu people in the Western Regions, then we will be A sinner for the ages.”
Zhao Xun's words awakened Feng Hao.
Yes, whether enough manpower can be mobilized to stop the Western Region Allied Forces is something the court should consider.
It was their problem if they failed to tell the court this information in time.
"Okay, I will report to the Emperor now and request His Majesty to send troops."
After a pause, Feng Hao turned to Zhao Xun, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Ming Yun, you did a good job. I really did not misjudge you. Don't worry, after I take up my official post, I will This seat is reserved for you, and only you can take it."
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