Li Dao
When passing over Chang'an, his eyes narrowed.
Because the originally spacious and neat streets below were now in pieces, and even some shops were damaged, as if they had experienced a war.
Li Daoxuan vaguely felt that something seemed to have happened in Chang'an during the period when he broke through.
He pressed the cloud head and landed in a deserted place, and then went to the most prosperous restaurant in Chang'an, where the news was the best. If something big happened in Chang'an, there would definitely be people talking about it.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the restaurant, he heard people shouting. Some were filled with indignation, some shook their heads and sighed, and some even cursed.
"It's too arrogant. That monster monk is so wanton. Does this city of Chang'an have no royal laws?"
"Master Wang fulfilled his duties in Chang'an and protected our safety. As a result, he was forcibly taken away by the demon monk, but we could only watch helplessly, alas!"
"If the weather hadn't changed suddenly, the demon monk would have entered the Tai Chi Palace and humiliated Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty should send troops to kill the demon monk on the spot!"
Others are dejected and pessimistic.
"Kill? Let's not talk about the powerful magic of the demon monk. Even if he can kill, he would not dare to kill him. He is the Turkic national master and is highly regarded by Jili Khan!"
"Do you still want to experience the army coming to the city again in the ninth year of Wude?"
After hearing this, many people fell silent.
Although they were aggrieved by this matter, the catastrophe in the ninth year of Wude made many people tremble with fear. On that day, 200,000 Turkic troops came to Chang'an City and stationed themselves on the north bank of the Weishui River, with flags flying for dozens of miles.
Ji Li Khan even put down his bold words and planned to conquer Chang'an and massacre the city in seven days!
At that time, Li Shimin had just ended the Xuanwumen Incident, and his political power was not stable. There were insufficient troops in Chang'an City, and the people were panic-stricken. No one thought that Chang'an could be defended.
Li Shimin was brave and resolute, and did not go directly to negotiate peace. Instead, he first sent General Wei Chigong to fight a fierce battle with the Turks in the Jingyang area and won a victory, but did not damage the foundation of the Turks.
After that, Li Shimin, with the momentum of great victory, led only six riders to the Wei River, and talked with Jie Li across the water. The two sides finally negotiated a peace on the bridge of the Wei River, and killed the white horse as an alliance, thus saving the city of Chang'an.
As the price of the Turks' retreat, the Tang Dynasty had to pay tribute to them and contribute a large amount of food and property. It was humiliating, but it was the best result that Li Shimin could achieve at that time.
After the Weishui Alliance, although the people of Chang'an did not suffer the disaster of war, they were panicked and frightened. Whenever they think of that incident, they still feel uneasy.
Everyone in the restaurant was silent. No one wanted to experience the Weishui Alliance again.
At this time, the people of the Tang Dynasty had not yet developed the arrogance of all nations to come to court. Facing the domineering Turks, they were both angry and afraid.
At this time, someone suddenly whispered: "It is said that we in Chang'an are also protected by immortals. Some time ago, when there was a fire in Xiao Mansion, someone saw that there seemed to be immortals in the clouds who took away all the flames!"
"Yes, the sudden change in the sky today scared off the demonic monk, otherwise something might have happened!"
"But if there are really immortals protecting us, why hasn't it rained even after so long?"
Hearing this, many people hesitated and couldn't answer.
Li Daoxuan didn't say a word, sitting by the window of the restaurant, quietly listening to everyone's conversation. He looked at the sunset, but his expression became more and more indifferent.
Wang Bo was kidnapped by the demon monk, and even wanted to be accepted as a disciple by Miss Luo. This move can be described as extremely vicious!
Wang Bo's master, in order to protect the innocent children, resisted the landslide with his flesh and blood, and died in the hands of Misao Luo. However, the demon monk asked Misao Luo to accept him as his disciple. His heart was so cruel!
Master and disciple Wang Bo had all worked hard to protect the people of the Tang Dynasty. If they were forcibly accepted as disciples by the demon monk, it would not only be a humiliation to the bad person, but also a spiritual blow to the Tang Dynasty.
Besides, even without these righteousnesses, Li Daoxuan would still not sit idly by.
The reason is simple, Wang Bo is his friend.
He stood up and glanced at the dejected and silent people around him, feeling slightly disappointed.
Those who hold wages for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.
Li Daoxuan understood their silence and shrinkage, because they had no power, but understanding was understanding. He thought of the dense tombstones of Yingling, and of the bad people like Lou Xiaoyun who died calmly, and his heart inevitably felt a little blocked.
He stepped towards the door.
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, loud and clear.
"In October of the first year of Zhenguan, my restaurant was haunted by ghosts. It was Wang Xiaowei who personally went out to kill the ghosts, not only saving the restaurant, but also saving my family!"
The old shopkeeper of Chang'an Restaurant came out with a jar of wine. He put the wine on the table with a firm look.
Someone saw the jar of wine and said in surprise: "Isn't this the jar of century-old wine? I heard it is the lifeblood of Lao Zhang. Why are you willing to take it out today?"
The old shopkeeper touched the jar of wine and said sonorously: "When the champion Hou Huo Qubing was granted the title of Langjuxu and defeated the Xiongnu, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty rewarded him with a jar of fine wine. The champion poured the fine wine into the spring and invited the soldiers of the three armies to drink together. With today’s Jiuquan County!”
A hint of pride appeared on his face, and he smiled and said: "I am from Jiuquan. This wine has been brewed with the water of Jiuquan for hundreds of years. It is my family heirloom. It was originally intended to be passed on to my descendants, but now... "
He patted the wine jar and said loudly: "I know that there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Chang'an City. If anyone is willing to rescue Captain Wang, I am willing to offer this wine, and from now on, all the fine wines in our Chang'an Restaurant are for your enjoyment." Don’t take any money!”
He looked around and found that everyone had their heads lowered.
The old shopkeeper's expression darkened. He actually knew that there was little hope in this matter, but this was already the most precious thing he could produce.
He shook his head, sighed, and prepared to put the wine back.
However, a clear voice sounded. It was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. It was sonorous and powerful, like a jade bell.
"The wine is nice and the people are nice."
The old shopkeeper was startled, and saw a young Taoist priest with a spirit as rich as jade and an extraordinary temperament appearing in front of him. He wore a Taoist hairpin, long hair like ink, a moon-colored Taoist robe, holding a unicorn jade whisk, and his eyes were like morning stars. .
Seeing that he was young, the old shopkeeper advised him: "Little baby, you are still young. This matter is too dangerous. You should still——"
The young Taoist priest smiled casually, took off the gourd from his waist, and said, "Take it away!"
The next moment, the large jar of fine wine suddenly rushed out and poured into the gourd. The rich aroma of wine quickly permeated the entire restaurant, making everyone salivate and ready to drink.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene. They saw that a small gourd actually took in such a large jar of wine without leaking anything!
The young Taoist priest picked up the gourd and took a sip of the century-old wine. His eyes lit up and he laughed and said, "The water from the wine spring is strong enough to make people brave, not bad!"
"Hundreds of years ago, the champion marquis defeated the Xiongnu and rode horses across the desert. Today, the poor Taoist has drank the water of this wine spring. Even though he is from outside the country, he still knows what it means to be a son of the Han family!"
The young Taoist priest turned around to leave.
The old shopkeeper knew that he had met a strange person, and he was excited and asked quickly: "Dare you ask me your name? No matter what the result is, from now on, I, Chang'an Restaurant, will let you drink as much as you want!"
The young Taoist priest looked up to the sky and smiled, his pride soaring into the sky.
"I am from Longhu Mountain, Li Daoxuan. When I rescue Brother Wang, I will come back and drink three hundred cups!"
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