Chang'an, the old capital of the Western Han Dynasty.
During the two Han Dynasties, wars continued. In reality, Dong Zhuo took Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty and moved from Luoyang to Chang'an. After that, he experienced dozens of wars and chaos.
At the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, Emperor Min came to the throne of Chang'an, and Liu Yao besieged it again. It did not stop until the Western Jin Dynasty turned into the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
After that, the former Zhao and the former Qin took turns.
Ling Muyun and the three of them, along the way, became more desolate as they headed towards Chang'an.
There were even members of aristocratic families who raised their flags high and moved out overnight.
Judging from the direction he was walking, he should be heading towards Lu Guang's back.
As for those walking towards Chang'an, in addition to Ling Muyun, there were also Lu Shuihu's family members.
The origins of the Lushuihu tribe are complex, with elements from the Xiongnu and Yuezhi, and they also absorbed tribes such as the Jie and Diqiang tribes during the evolution of the nation.
Therefore, there is naturally no unified belief or strict discipline.
If Hao Nu's younger brother Hao Duo hadn't performed a trick of divine punishment from heaven, Hao Nu would still be driving sheep and dogs in Xingcheng.
How could he have the support of all ethnic groups and take advantage of the emptiness in Chang'an after the men and women from Xiyan and Xianbei left Chang'an to the east to proclaim himself emperor in Chang'an?
If Fu Jianquan knew better, he would have put his own head on, crawled out of the coffin, and asked Hao Nu what virtues and abilities he had, and how he dared to proclaim himself emperor.
Of course, in Yao Chang's eyes, Hao Nu is just a clown.
With less than 10,000 soldiers and horses, he sent troops from Anding to attack Wang Lao first, defeated Hao Duo's army easily, and then rushed to Chang'an with all his strength.
Every time he saw the tall horse passing by, Ling Muyun sighed.
It has been an ox cart since Kucha, and I have long lost the interest in "driving alone", even though the number of oxen pulling the cart has changed from one to two.
After all, with the items in the car and three people, it would be difficult for a cow to pull it.
Fortunately, although the ox cart was slow, I was able to ask Jia Nianxi about some ancient things. Although I only knew a little about it, I at least heard some secrets.
"How do you know that the Spirit of Resentment is the leader of the Zoroastrian Cult?"
Ling Muyun suddenly remembered that Jia Nianxi once said that the spirit of resentment should be promoted, so why did he suddenly become the leader of the Zoroastrian Cult?
"Four Fire Gods' Flags!" Jia Nianxi said: "I once followed She Qilan and practiced the fire method. So, it can be concluded that She Qilan is not a spirit of resentment."
"What's the connection between the two?"
When the spirit of resentment first emerged, in order to refine the flags of the Four Fire Gods, he exchanged them for the Netherworld Ghost Fire in Youzhou, stole the Dutian Divine Fire from Zhurong, understood the Red Lotus Karmic Fire in the Eight Cold Hells, and even picked up one in Jinwuling. The golden crow feathers were used to refine the flags of the Four Fire Gods.
When the Four Fire Gods' Flags truly became powerful in the world, it was during the battle between the Spirit of Resentment and Xia Jie's Nanchao.
There was really no light from the sun and the moon, and the sky and the earth lost their color. In the end, Xia Jie fulfilled his wish of "losing time" and was burned to ashes by the raging fire.
"Why did this ancient artifact fall into Qike'er's hands?"
"So, I guess that the spirit of resentment is the leader of the Fire Worship Cult." Jia Nianxi said with certainty.
"Maybe it's the elder? Or maybe it's the second deputy leader." Ling Muyun retorted.
"The spirit of resentment has such a strong desire to control, how could it succumb to the background or be subordinate to others?" Jia Nianxi shook his head: "As for why these four fire god command flags got into Qike'er's hands, it's hard to guess. .”
"Jia Nianxi, let me tell you something!" Ling Muyun moved his buttocks on the carriage and lowered his voice: "Lame Jiu threatened She Qilan and asked their leader to be more honest."
Jia Nianxi looked shocked: "If Lai Jiu knew that the resentful spirit was the leader of the Fire Worship Cult, would he have hidden his name overnight?"
Ling Muyun smiled coquettishly: "She Qilan is scared! You said that the four ancient evil spirits have lived for countless years and can attack at will. Who in this world can stop them?"
"No, no!" Jia Nianxi pretended to be profound. It wasn't until Ling Muyun's face showed an expression of thirsty for knowledge that he continued: "No matter who comes, the rules cannot be broken. Besides, you think they are broken. Seal, no price?"
"rule?"
"The rules of this world!" Jia Nianxi nodded: "God told me. Otherwise, do you really think Shun can banish the Four Evils with just a few words?"
"Who made the rules?"
"There are rules since the birth of heaven and earth!"
"Then Shun used the power of rules?"
"It's not using, it's borrowing."
"How can I borrow it?"
"The purple spirit of the national jade seal."
The King of the Northwest once said that purple energy is the key to breaking through the realm of heaven and man, and the realm of heaven and man can open the gate of heaven. So, does the realm of heaven and man mean that you can borrow rules?
Jia Nianxi looked at Ling Muyun with a cowardly expression: "It's easy to go up, but hard to come down!"
"Why?"
"Still the rules!"
While he was talking, a tall horse slowed down and walked with the bullock cart. At the same time, the man on the horse looked into the carriage with a wretched look on his face.
Along the way, there were not a few people with double eyes, and Ling Muyun had long been accustomed to it.
There was no trouble, and after a few glances and a tael of flesh, he just let it go.
But there are very few like the wretched men.
"This young man, is the actor in the car for sale?" The wretched man straightened his clothes and tried his best to look chic.
"If you can't speak, just pretend to be mute. You are an actor, and your whole family is an actor." Jia Nianxi is considered a nobleman, so how can he bear being called so?
The lower nine streams: the first-rate platform, the second-rate blowing, the third-rate circus, the fourth-rate push, the fifth-rate pool, the sixth-rate back-rubbing, the seventh-rate cultivation, the eighth-rate and the nine-rate prostitutes.
Although I am not a high-ranking disciple of the Third Religion, I am still a third-ranked person among the ninth-ranked disciples.
How can you endure being called the ninth of the nine lower classes?
If the visitor hadn't been sitting on a high horse and wearing a crown, Jia Nianxi didn't want to cause more trouble. Otherwise, a cloud of black energy would have knocked him off his horse.
"The little girl is really smart! My name is Hao Duo. He was the emperor's younger brother and is now the Zhenbei General of King Qin Wannian. If you can look up to these two, I'm afraid your ancestral graves will be on fire."
Hao Duo was not angry, but instead introduced himself to his family in a joking manner.
"There is smoke coming out of my ancestral grave? Are you worthy of a dog-like thing?" Jia Nianxi was really angry at this time and looked at Ling Muyun.
Huan Qin in the car looked miserable.
Although she was born in the Longkanghuan family, she was unfortunately robbed and even became a geisha under coercion. When Hao Duoyi told her, she couldn't help but feel sad.
At this moment, the pear blossoms are even more rainy, and I am secretly wiping away tears.
"Ever since I was born, I have never had the habit of calling others "grandpa", but I like to call myself "young master".
Ling Muyun's face was as dark as water, and thunder surrounded his palms: "Don't say you are the general of Zhenbei, even if Yao Chang is here, you still have to be polite to me."
"Oh! You can also juggle?"
Hao Duo was just the gatekeeper of Xingcheng. By chance, he was taught some magic by an unknown wild Taoist priest. From then on, he wandered around Xingcheng as a cultivator.
Xingcheng is a small county with less than 10,000 people, but it's easy to get along like a fish in water.
"boom!"
Hao Duo looked like he had never seen the world, which made Ling Muyun not in the mood to say another word. The thunder in his palm turned into a stream of light and knocked him off his horse.
"Snapped!"
Before Hao Duo understood what was happening, Jia Nianxi slapped him in the face.
"Damn it!" Hao Duo touched his nose, blood spurted out, and he cursed indiscriminately.
"Snapped!"
Ling Muyun's slap was even clearer: "Never died?"
Hao Duo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, mounted his high horse, and ran backwards.
"It's better to kill him." Jia Nianxi frowned and looked at Hao Duo's figure: "It will take a while to talk."
"Just saying a few words and raising a knife will inevitably lead to excessive killing intent."
Ling Muyun drove the bullock cart and asked in a leisurely manner: "Huan Qin, can you sing Xizhou songs?"
"Let's talk for a few words." Huan Qin knew that Ling Muyun did not mean to insult, but took his own emotions into consideration and changed the subject.
"Hmm! How about you play the music and I sing? Learn from the high mountains and flowing water..."
"Forget it, Brother Ling, you should say something else." Jia Nianxi quickly interrupted Ling Muyun.
She really couldn't stand Ling Muyun's Xizhou music that was not in tune.
"I know a few words, but I don't know how to play." Huan Qin thought for a while. It wasn't that she couldn't play, but that she was afraid that she would be led off the rhythm even as she played.
What's more, Ling Muyun's Xizhou Song is really hard to listen to.
