Chapter 1131: Central Plains fell, alchemy in the mountains

Above the official road, there is no end to the disaster victims, and crows are constantly falling in the sky.
There were weeds and rotting corpses everywhere in the fields, and the team didn't mean to stop from beginning to end.
Even if it stopped, it was also because of the victims who died of exhaustion or illness.
On one side of the queue, a slightly gorgeous carriage was moving slowly. Many victims were looking at the carriage with longing eyes, but no one dared to step forward.
It was all because the armored soldiers around the carriage were obviously not ordinary characters.
"General!?"
Hearing the movement from the carriage, the soldier who was walking in front of the turned his head and glanced, only to see a person walking out of the carriage with a look of surprise on his face.
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to block his own soldiers and frowned slightly as he watched the victims walking around the carriage.
"Spread out a little grain to distribute some to the elderly and weak around."
"General, the rations I'm waiting for..."
Halfway through the conversation, the middle-aged man's sharp eyes made the soldier shut up instantly, and he turned around and ordered the food to be distributed.
Not long after, a lot of people gathered on the official road to thank you all around the carriage.
Not only did the middle-aged man not feel happy, but he felt heavier.
After the food was distributed, the middle-aged man condensed his face and said, "Give the carriage to those in need. I'll wait for walking!"
The soldier opened his mouth, for a moment he didn't know what to say.
As if he knew what the soldiers were going to say, the middle-aged man said with a cold voice: "My ancestors are heirs to poetry and books from generation to generation. Is it impossible to escape for a lifetime!"
The soldiers were ashamed, and their masters were benevolent and righteous, and they had been serving in the army in the early years. They began to rise during the Eight Kings Rebellion. If Luoyang had not fallen this time, why would it have become like this?
Go south? Wouldn't the Huren go south?
"General, I'll see it later!"
Hearing what the soldiers said, the middle-aged man looked towards the north with grief, and his heart was full of unwillingness.
"My ancestor Di Rongma half-life, who would have thought that he would become what he is now, when I will be able to return to the Central Plains when I am going to the south?"
Since the beginning of the Eight Kings Rebellion, the national power of the Great Jin Dynasty has gradually declined, and the people of Hu Yi have galloped unscrupulously in the northern part of the Central Plains.
Nowadays, aristocratic families are going south, and the north will fall completely in a few days, but until this time, no one has come forward.
Everyone is thinking about how to continue their lives in Jiangnan, and they have never resisted to the death.
The team was still moving forward slowly, but after Zudi gave up the carriage, the speed slowed down a lot. It took more than a month to feel that the court's will was sent to his own hands.
Looking at the imperial decree in his hand, Zudi's expression on his face kept changing, thinking for a moment before he walked out the door.
The imperial court decreed that he has now become the governor of Yuzhou. He had regained lost land several times in the Northern Expedition. At that time, not many people agreed with this matter.
From the perspective of now, it is impossible to stop this surging trend, and the court finally decided to expedition to the north.
And when he was named Yuzhou governor, the land of Yuzhou was already occupied, and he needed to get it back by himself!
With the opportunity to set foot on his homeland again, Zudi will naturally not give up easily. This time he must fulfill his ambition and completely take back the northern part of the Central Plains!
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Land of Lingnan, in Luofu Mountain
A faint green smoke floated out from the deep mountains, and a tiny courtyard between the mountains would be difficult to find if not paying attention.
But the curvy look of the fairy spirit still makes people a little fascinated.
Bursts of medicinal incense drifted out of the courtyard. In such a quiet scene, suddenly a ball of fire burst open, and then a flame burst into the sky.
"Ahem!"
After the flames, there was thick smoke, and a coughing sound came from the ruined courtyard.
However, after a while, a figure stumbled out of it, his face was pitch black, it was obviously not lightly blown.
"Failed again..."
With a helpless sigh, the Taoist priest looked at the yard that had been ruined for most of the time, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Is it the wrong match? Why did it give out five failures?"
After whispering in a low voice, the Taoist waved his hand, and a strong wind blew past. The debris in the yard that had been difficult to move was blown away by the strong wind.
The Taoist priest stretched out his hand and fumbled around for a while, then took out a roll of jade slips from his arms, and just unfolded, countless golden lights burst out of the jade slips.
Looking at the densely packed kid, the Taoist priest still had a confused look in his eyes after pondering for a moment.
The doubts in my previous heart were not solved, but now they became more serious.
"When will you be able to refine the golden core by following this?"
A voice sounded from behind, and the Taoist priest turned his head abruptly, his face full of vigilance: "Who is it!?"
As soon as the voice fell, I saw a blue smoke blooming on the spot, and then I saw a figure slowly walking out of the blue smoke.
Looking at each other, Taoist was taken aback for a moment, and then the expression on his face became exciting.
Three steps and two steps ran towards the person who appeared, bowed and said: "I have seen Master!"
The person here is dressed in a green robe, and if Ao Fan sees it here, he will definitely know this person.
Sanjiao quasi-sage, great master of Xuandu.
The Great Master Xuandu turned his head and glanced at the dilapidated courtyard, feeling helpless in his heart. The disciple in front of him seemed to have gone bad.
Thinking of this, the Great Master Xuandu turned his head and looked at the Taoist priest, his eyes were full of helplessness and said: "Ge Hong, this golden pill technique is not so cultivated."
While talking, the Great Master Xuandu unfolded with one hand, and then a ball of flame appeared in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Ge Hong suddenly looked bright, and said: "Samadhi is really hot!?"
The Great Master Xuandu nodded slightly, but there was not much surprise on his face. It was because the flames were too common.
But Xuandu is common, which does not mean that Ge Hong is common. At this time, looking at the real fire of Samadhi, he was naturally excited.
Seeing Ge Hong stretched out his hand to haunt the real fire of Samadhi, Xuan Du did not stop it, but let him take a closer look. After a while, Ge Hong slowly retracted his gaze.
"Master, this real fire of Samadhi is the strongest fire in rumors, right?"
As soon as the voice fell, Xuan Du shook his head and said, "No, there is still a purple flame of sky fire above the true fire of Samadhi, but it is not suitable for alchemy."
"On the way of alchemy, the true fire of Samadhi is not the strongest flame."
Hearing what Master said, Ge Hong was taken aback for a moment, and then said with curiosity, "Is there a flame more suitable for alchemy?"
Great Master Xuandu nodded and said, "Yes, there are dragon fire and phoenix flames on top of this samaya true fire."
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