The old man who was sitting in the chair suddenly had sweat on his forehead.
He quickly stood up, grabbed the teapot on the tea table, and slammed it on the table.
The dull sound of wood banging rushed into everyone's eardrums, like thunder in winter, making everyone come back to their senses.
The tea in the teapot splashed out from the spout like a waterfall. The light yellow tea splashed on the table like ink and slowly dripped to the ground.
Li Junchen frowned, looked at the old Taoist coldly and asked, "Taoist Master, why are you doing this?"
"What?"
"You, sir, just spilled tea on me?" Li Junchen continued to stare at Lao Dao's face, as if he was trying to find out whether he splashed tea on his clothes on purpose.
The old Taoist took a look at Li Junchen's clothes.
The bright red satin uniform was really wet from the chest to the waist to the crotch. It wasn't that the clothes were dirty, it was just that the color difference between dry clothes and wet clothes was quite different, and the position was relatively awkward!
He knew in his heart the cause and effect of this matter, and it was indeed his fault.
The old Taoist expression paused and said awkwardly: "Brother, don't be upset. I was impatient just now. It was a mistake!"
He bent down and lifted up the small thermos next to him and continued: "Take this thermos first and bake your clothes on the side! When the old man closes the stall, I will pay you some silver. This is an apology."
The old Taoist did not underestimate the young man in front of him, nor did he bully his guests because he was the host. Instead, he looked at Li Junchen and explained with sincerity.
Li Junchen pondered for a moment and said nothing.
He took the heater from the old man's hand, found a place behind him, placed a futon under his butt, and sat on it cross-legged.
Seeing that the young man did not continue to pester, the old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Seeing everyone's eyes turning towards him, he calmed down and secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was also shocked by what Li Junchen said just now! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have rushed to pick up the teapot on the table.
This is in the imperial city. Not long after Dunlin founded the country, the world has been in chaos for decades, and the people's support is not worth mentioning.
This kind of remarks is much more powerful than arsenic, and the damage is too wide, killing everyone.
The old Taoist cleared his throat and turned to face everyone and continued: "
Hey, everyone, today I am not talking about something that is cliché.
Pindao happened to find out a few days ago about a decree from the imperial court that had not yet been made public.
Everyone should be interested in hearing it. "
The style of the painting was so harsh, but everyone knew what was going on, and no one mentioned it again!
"Hey, it's government orders again. Old man, what I have heard most these years are government orders. When I was young, I was a native of Qi and listened to the government orders of Qi State. When I was in my prime, people from the Western Region came to kill and destroyed Qi State. I asked for the decree of the Dayu Empire again. Later, Dayu disappeared and the world was left without a master. After a few years, I no longer had to obey the decree. I never thought about it. Now, even in my twilight years, I see that I have only a few years left to live and I can still listen. to the imperial court.
Not easy! Not easy. "
An old man with gray hair and beard, dressed in clean gray linen clothes, sat on one of the few benches at the tea stall. He spoke in a low tone, with tears in his eyes, and said with emotion.
Ordinary people are among the people who care most about government orders.
"Brother, this is a good thing, don't be sad." The old man sat on top and smiled to comfort him. Apparently the two of them met many times.
As for who is older and younger between the two, it's really hard to say.
"It's a good thing! It's indeed a good thing. When the old man gets under his feet, my eldest grandson will come to my grave every year to tell me about the new decrees issued by the imperial court."
The two exchanged a few words, and the feeling of vicissitudes revealed made many people feel the same.
"Zhenren, Zhenren, everyone is waiting for you to talk about the decree that the imperial court will issue!" An impatient middle-aged man interrupted the two of them.
"Dalong is right. The two old brothers will talk about it later. The real person should tell everyone about the decree!"
"It's freezing cold and it's getting late. We all have to rush back to have a hot meal!"
"Hey, Dalong, I'm afraid you want to go back to your wife to keep warm!"
"Old Wang, look at your skinny body, do you dare to keep warm when you go home?"
"Oh! You underestimate me, brother. Why don't you come and be my neighbor so that you can get to know me better."
"·······"
Several people with familiar faces in front of the shopkeeper urged him.
The shopkeeper smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It's just a whim, don't worry, everyone. I will never bring any personal goods this time. I'll make a long story short. Everyone, listen to me."
A boy in white: "······"
Everyone: "I'm going..."
The old Taoist looked at everyone's expressions, stretched out his hand to press down, and said: "To talk about the decree issued by the imperial court this time, we have to start with the last battle between Dunlin and Chiyuan."
The Battle of Qiling.
At the end of Shiwu's reign, Dunlin's army and Chiyuan's army gathered in Qiling Mountain.
Both sides have millions of soldiers at their disposal, and tens of millions of civilians and craftsmen. This battle can be said to be the largest war in the world in the past hundred years.
The two countries have used their entire country's strength to hand over the fate of the entire world to this war. The winner will naturally dominate the world, while the loser will die.
After two years, the development of this war can be said to be magnificent and continuous. At one time, Chiyuan's troops came to Zhaoyao County, only Zhaoyao County was defeated, and the troops were directed at our Xianlin County.
Just when Dunlin was shaking the government and the public, and people were panicking.
Li Qing, the king of the Western Region, came to this world like an immortal. With one fell swoop, he interrupted Chi Yuan's morale and brought a glimmer of hope to Dunlin. Later, Lu Jiuyuan, the king of Beixiang, seized this opportunity and led his troops to counterattack Yan. Yun's army stormed back to Qiling Mountain with overwhelming force.
A war will always end when enough people have died and neither side can afford to die.
Dunlin and Chiyuan were equally powerful, so of course they could not escape this fate.
Corpses were everywhere in Qiling Mountain, and rivers of blood flowed. The soldiers in the army's camp filled the mountains and rivers with resentment, and their cries moved the heaven and earth.
Dun Lin's army, 200,000 soldiers from the Western Region marched north to Chiyuan, but less than 100,000 returned. The reputation of the Euphorbia Rebellion shocked the world at once.
Of course, the losses of Akhara's army were only heavier than ours.
I heard from businessmen from Chiyuan that when horses passed by Qiling Mountain, their hooves would be stained with blood for half a foot. When it rained, even the most courageous businessmen would not dare to cross Qiling Mountain in the rain.
Otherwise, you will see a scene that you will never forget in your life. Scarlet rainwater is flowing on the road from Qiling Mountain to Chiyuan, and you can even smell the orangutan stench coming out of the soil, which is like a hell on earth. "
"Hehe, if you are lucky enough to step into a deep pit, fall in and sit on a hard object, it may not be a stone, but most likely a skull. Be careful when you get up, and your movements should be small. A little, and at the same time, take a look at yourself to see if there is a bone arm attached to your waist..."
As the old Taoist described the battlefield in Qiling, the images of people dying tragically appeared in everyone's minds, and the scenes of people dying tragically were imprinted in their hearts. Then there was a chill in the soles of their feet, and their hearts trembled.
There were even more onlookers with sad expressions on their faces.
At this time, everyone had a tacit understanding and remained silent!
It's like I'm missing something.
"Starting from the early years of Shiwu, the five kingdoms of the Central Plains fought for hegemony and were unified by Xiyu. I didn't expect that Yu's country was so short-lived. Now the five overlords sixty years ago have all disappeared." One of them looked at Kong Wu. The strong man sighed.
"Destiny is fickle! Xi Yu, Northern Zhao, Southern Chu, Dong Qi, Zhongzhou Wei. In the past, I thought that if we fight back and forth, whoever wins or loses will be from these five countries.
Who would have thought that the current world belongs to Dunlin and Chiyuan. "
Everyone was sighing again about how the world suddenly became what it is now.
The five countries have been fighting each other for many years, and they can still be convinced by the victory or defeat, but Akhara is indeed a foreign race!
From which mountain nest did it emerge? Now everyone still doesn’t understand.
"We Dunlin can be considered as people from the Five Kingdoms of the Central Plains. Aren't these barbarians like Chiyuan just thieves who took advantage of the time when the major forces were fighting for the world to steal the land behind their backs?" One person stood up and said dissatisfied.
"Sooner or later, Dunlin and Chiyuan will have a battle to destroy their country."
"Let's fight. Are we still afraid of those barbarians?" A young man said with high spirits.
"Young man is absolutely right. If you keep killing people, there will be fewer people, and the country will be destroyed. Damn it."
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
Everyone shouted and said.
