Chapter 161: Thousands of people practicing the knife

Hosokawa Town is an ordinary town in the western part of the Tang Dynasty, but it is famous far and wide, because the location from the town to the six countries of the West is almost the same. On weekdays, the currency trade is frequent and business travel is constant.
There is a tea house in the town’s town mouth. The tea house sits on the window with two old people and the hair is white. There is a chessboard in front of the old man, and the black and white sides of the board are smashed together, and the board is staggered.
The old man on the left hand, picking up a white child, "Tangguo sent a 30,000 light ride, went straight to Xixia, watching the posture, thinking about quick fix."
The old man on the right hand sneered, "I want to destroy a country first, let the rest of the attackers not fight first, and think it is beautiful."
The sunspot fell, and the white son was eaten thirteen. "After all, it is the first big country. Where is the possibility of swallowing the sound, the small country is not in their hearts."
"Then let the old lion of this coveted year understand the truth, the world is going to change, and now it is not a once-powerful lion. After all, it is old."
"I heard that the prince who is about to ascend the throne, the ambition is very big."
"Hey."
Another sneer.
"The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper!"
"The 30,000 light rides from the West Office will all die in the territory of Xiaguo, and the Prince, as long as he ascended the throne, will not survive a spring and autumn."
Bentham town, the old man, the chess game is killing the tragic, the dialogue is even more arrogant, but the two sides do not feel that they are bragging, as if the old man’s mouth will come true, these two predictions will definitely be realized. general.
Luoyang City, all day and night, dark and dark, just like the mood of Luoyang people.
There is a faint thunder and lightning flash in the sky. The thunder and thunder rushed through the roof, and the fine raindrops hit the eaves window frame, squeaking like a snail, and like a breeze. The raindrops fell from the sky, and the raindrops were the moment before, and the fine snow flakes at the last moment.
Luoyang, which was originally much warmer than Youbei, began to plummet overnight.
The bones are cold and cold.
Looking at the falling snow, Li Xinzhi in front of the palace city head tightened. "All said that the snow is squandering, but why is this snow so unintelligible!"
If there is no war, the snow will naturally be a good year.
Can the west of the wolf smoke, 30,000 light rides to attack Xia Guo, at this time if the rain and snow, how to walk? How to transport grain in the mud? How do horses run wild? How to solve the winter coat?
Li Yuzhi looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were getting thicker and thicker. It seemed to cover Luoyang City as a whole. Everything is silent, only the sound of the snow falling from the heavens and the earth, the sound of snow is not urgent, not slow and unobtrusive, and the slow stretch has spread a spun yarn covering the earth.
The two fists are close to each other. "Is there a knowledge of the gods, is it necessary to destroy my Tang country? Or do you want to see me Li Yuzhi's eyes? Or I don't deserve to sit on that chair?"
Huang Hao sent a large umbrella in time.
Li Jianqi holds an umbrella and holds an umbrella for his father.
Stepping forward a few steps and getting out of the coverage of the umbrella page, Li Zhizhi stood so much between the snow.
"Sword Seven, do you think Abba is suitable to be an emperor?"
"With?"
Listening to Li Yuzhi's words, Li Jianqi did not hesitate. "Abba is the most suitable person to be an emperor. You are so hardworking and united as the country. Naturally, it is the best match."
"But this God does not seem to agree." Li Yuzhi said leisurely.
"What is the solution?" Li Jian asked.
"The strategy of attacking Xia Guo may be difficult to achieve. This snow will bring too much trouble to the march." Li Yuzhi frowned.
"That snow will cause trouble to the other side. Isn't it too slow for them to attack me?" Li Jianqi thought for a moment.
"But we don't have time!" Li Yuzhi continued. "The Six Kingdoms in the West want to attack and attack. If you don't want to attack, you can postpone it. Then what about us? The hoarding force to defend the west line? What if the magical species of Youzhou is going south? Taikoo? What about the Yaomen army of the bronze gate? This western environment is the weakest and most vulnerable place to fight. If there are problems here, then other places will be even more inspiring."
At the end of the conversation, Li Jianqi is not good at military affairs, and does not understand politics. It is not her strength to persuade people. She lived in Jingzhai since childhood, and she loves to act as her own. She loves to ride fish and likes to eat swords. The current conversation has already exceeded her cognitive range.
But as a daughter, she will always be with Li Zhizhi standing in the city, and when he needs it, he will always shoot.
One day and one night, Li Yuzhi finally returned to the Yang Xin Dian, and on the memorial in the temple, there was a striking rice paper at the top, and the paper was densely filled with small flying heads.
Some strangely went to the desk, Li Yongzhi raised the rice paper and put it in front of him. The first line of the top line was written, and the old woman kept the donation of 50,000...
From the first line of rice paper, seeing the last line, Li Yuzhi became more and more shocked. One day and one night, the palace received so many donations, from gold and silver to materials, and even more than 100 blacksmiths in Luoyang City were Tang Guo. Donated 10,000 pieces of soldiers.
Falling snow increases the difficulty of marching.
The people of Luoyang, the pillars of the Tang Dynasty gave Li Zhizhi infinite power.
"The things are dead, but the people are alive. As long as the Tang people unite, the big hardships can be passed alongside."
The sky is vast, the snow is falling, and it is a cold morning.
Luoyang Street alley is white, frozen and cold.
From the Changsheng Street to the Yunshi Bridge, thousands of people have been lined up in a neat and tidy team. The costumes are different, and there are all walks of life, but everyone has a knife in their hands. There are iron knives of their own, and there are also homemade wooden knives and even bamboo knives.
The Tianmendao pavilion has not yet opened. On weekdays, everyone will wait quietly in front of the door. Today, there are some differences. I don’t know who proposed it first. Everyone actually started to practice the three-knife that was taught before the leaf shortage. Lushan, the second knife is broken, and the three swords are broken.
The knife type is not difficult, and it is not easy to practice.
However, if it is matched with the Tianmen exercises, it seems to have some unexpected effects.
Thousands of people raised their knives together, and they started their hands in the mountains. The swords and squadrons were condensed in one style, and they smashed the mountains. At the same time, everyone screamed unreasonably and utterly, and breathed out from the mouth and spit into the air.
The falling snow on the ground was slightly shocked.
At the end of the first knives, the second knives will start, one knife will be cut across, the knives will be drawn out of the arc, and the knife will be cut off.
The falling snow that was shaken into the air follows the trajectory of the knife, and there is no wind.
At the end of the water cut, the third knife broke the world, and it was a tidy shout. I don’t know who actually did not call ‘ha’, but shouted ‘kill’. His knife actually smashed with this sound, and the position of the knife tip faintly came out with a knife.
Thousands of people practiced knives together and mobilized the Tianmen exercises in the body. There was an invisible spiritual airflow directly on Yong'an Avenue. People couldn't see them. They couldn't understand the abnormalities in them, but they just walked to Changsheng Bridge. The lack of leaves, the Linghai is like a burst.