"I have fought for three thousand miles, and I have fought against millions with my sword."
After the intense feeling, there was only endless loneliness.
On Taihang Mountain, the grass and trees were green. But under the vast expanse of greenery, there was only the sound of birds chirping, which made the place feel desolate. Chen Ang stood halfway up the mountain, looking down at the vast sky and earth. It was a lonely shadow, especially desolate.
As far as the eye could see, the vast Taihang Mountain was towering, like an elder that had existed since ancient times. It was benevolent and dignified, silent and loyal. It had watched over the thousands of years, and the joys and sorrows of the human world at the foot of the majestic Taihang Mountain.
Chen Ang was a bit lost in thought. He deeply felt the loneliness. It was as if time had passed, and the calmness that settled everything, the bleakness of seeing through the world of mortals. He could not help but think, "If thousands of years pass, I will be like Taihang, leisurely and indifferent!"
In the face of strong will and strong emotions, even if it was sublimated, even if it was unforgettable, would it be able to fight against the merciless time? To experience all of this, to see the beauty turn into bones, to see the sea turn into mulberry fields, would he be able to maintain his original heart? The most merciless thing in the world was time. Time kills without a sound, without a trace, without blood. Often unknowingly, it can change a person.
Looking back, he felt that the person of the past was somewhat strange and unrecognizable.
Chen Ang laughed self-deprecatingly. He didn't know if pursuing that elusive goal would change him. He also didn't know if the scenery in front of him would be the scenery he liked. But to experience the world and sublimate the wonders of life was more meaningful than everything he had done before.
He knew what he was worried about. His feelings were getting weaker and weaker, and his heart was getting more and more lonely. One day, there would be nothing in the world that could move him. This was partly because of the overclocking state, but more because of time. He had thought that his indifference was because he was heartless, but later he found out that it might also be because he had seen through it.
The washing of time would bring Chen Ang closer and closer to the state of an 'immortal'. He was on the mountain, far away from the world of mortals. Only the hot-blooded 'chivalrous' in his bones could make him look like a human.
Chen Ang shook his head. The blue light in his eyes faded away. He had accidentally touched the Soul of Taihang, which almost made him lose himself in the ancient times. Human emotions could not stand the test of time. It was better not to do such dangerous things in the future.
Breaking away from the influence of this Daoism, Chen Ang saw Huang Chang walking towards him. This scholar of the Dragon Diagram Pavilion, a Hanlin, had already lost a bit of the inexperience of a scholar and was becoming more and more like a grandmaster. Over the past few days, the Jianghu's trials had allowed this martial arts prodigy, an unpolished jade in the Jianghu, to have a corner of the brilliance of a fine jade.
"Commander in Chief, the leaders of the Eighteen Strongholds of Taihang have been beheaded. Only the military advisor, the white-robed scholar, Wang Lun, has escaped. Should the Martial Prohibition Hall pursue him? Are we going to return the women and the children they gave birth to from the stronghold to their original villages? "
"There's no need for that. That would be forcing them to their deaths. Change those in the strongholds who have no blood debts and who have committed lesser crimes to imprisonment in Western Xia. Ask those women if they are willing to go with them. If they are willing, send them back to their families. If they are not, settle them where they are! "Chen Ang stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Bring the orphans who have lost their parents back to the Martial Prohibition Hall. Teach them martial arts and literature and train them according to the military system. Call them the Yulin Royal Guards and prepare them for the Dragon and Crouching Tiger Guards."
"Yes!" Hearing this, Huang Chang's face relaxed imperceptibly. The days of killing had made him tired. No one liked to kill. Everyone had a heart of compassion. Fighting for a better treatment for these orphans also made him feel at ease.
"Commander in Chief, the fifteen strongholds and sects with great resentment have been cleared. Below them are the people of the Jianghu who have blood debts, the local gangs, the Ocean Sand Gang, and the Third River Gang. Do you want the Dragon Stallion Guard to go ahead and clean up the Wang Stronghold? The Dragon Stallion Guards at the Diagonal Dragon Ridge are already on standby."
The cavalry of the Dragon Stallion Guard galloped like the wind. Other than the pursuit of Fang La, where Chen Ang personally led the troops to pull out the stubborn nails, the rest of the Dragon Stallion Guard split into small groups to attack their targets. Often, they would travel a hundred li in a single day. With the speed of the wind, they were able to completely exterminate the sects on the Six Doors' blacklist in a few short days.
Often, it would take a few days for the local powers to vaguely receive some news. Before the entire Jianghu could react, the entire Jianghu would be cleared out.
"This is not something we should worry about. Have the Six Doors' arrest warrant. The local authorities have already received the thirty-six Martial Prohibition decrees. They will naturally suppress them. If they dare to resist the authorities, that will be the time for us to act," Chen Ang said indifferently.
He suddenly smiled. "Right now, the most important thing is to clearly investigate the shocking case of Cai Daren's death by the Beggar Sect's Dragon Subduing Palm. Now that the court is boiling with resentment, the Beggar Sect must be severely punished."
Huang Chang was slightly taken aback. He silently lowered his head. He had clearly heard who had asked the official, "Who is the person they want to kill the most?" And who had killed Cai Jing with such a powerful palm strike?
He sighed deeply. "The Beggar Sect's Master, Qiao Feng, was on the battlefield of the Liao and Song Dynasties. Countless soldiers can prove it. The Beggar Sect has hundreds of thousands of members, but there is no concrete evidence. I'm afraid they won't accept it!"
"Evidence? Does the court need evidence? " Chen Ang looked at him with a faint smile. "In this world, besides the Beggar Sect, is there any other sect that knows the Dragon Subduing Palm? If it wasn't the Beggar Sect, then who did it? As for Qiao Feng, is there no one else who knows the Dragon Subduing Palm? I think even the elders of the Beggar Sect could have done it! "
As he said this, there was not the slightest bit of embarrassment on his face. It was as if the Beggar Sect had really killed someone.
"But the Beggar Sect members …" Huang Chang was still hesitating.
"The Beggar Sect members, hundreds of thousands of Beggar Sect members, this is their evidence!" Chen Ang looked at him and said with a smile, "Hundreds of thousands of people who don't work in production. They beg and extort money for a living. They can't pay taxes to the Song Dynasty. Such a large underground gang has long been a thorn in the hearts of the ministers in the court. As for evidence, there's no need!"
"We are the officials, our words are evidence. If the Beggar Sect does not give us an explanation, then it will be seeking death. The Song Dynasty will not let this go. "
Huang Shang took a deep breath and sighed, "But Qiao Feng fought for the country and the people against the Liao and the Xia. His meritorious service was unparalleled. Many members of the Beggar Clan also died defending the country. I'm afraid this kind of loyalty is disappointing."
"The Beggar Sect has two factions. Who are our friends and who are our enemies, we need to be clear. The Dirty Clothes faction is made up of people of the lower class. They have a lot of people, but most of them are poor people looking for food. The Beggar Sect has hundreds of thousands of members, and most of them are like this. They join the Beggar Sect to find someone to rely on to survive. "
"These people are the friends of the court because the court can also be their support. Qiao Feng and the elders of the Beggar Sect are like this. They are loyal to the country and can be the protectors of the Song Dynasty. They are suitable for immigration."
"But the Clean Clothes faction is different. They have been practicing martial arts for generations and are the main force of the Beggar Sect. Usually, they are local tyrants who use the Beggar Sect as a pivot to protect themselves. Although they are called the Beggar Sect, they are actually local tyrants. If they control the poor people of the Beggar Sect, they will be a big problem for the court. Therefore, the court supports the Dirty Clothes faction to fight against them. "
Huang Chang finally understood. "So this time, they are suppressing the Clean Clothes faction and moving the Dirty Clothes faction to Western Xia. At the same time, they are expelling the influence of the Clean Clothes faction."
Chen Ang clasped his hands behind his back and turned around. Without looking back, he walked towards the stronghold. A dozen horses were tied there, leisurely gnawing at the grass on the ground. Chen Ang's voice came from behind him. "We are going to the Beggar Sect Assembly. That is a grand event of the martial world!"
All sorts of people were coming. The Clean Clothes Faction, the Dirty Clothes Faction, a group of half-baked rebels, Western Xia's First Class Hall, the heir of Dali, and the plot that had provoked the Liao Song several decades ago to overthrow the Great Song. The victims and the persecutors, the heroes and traitors, the righteousness of the country and the loyalty of brothers.
Several dozen red-clothed knights followed behind Chen Ang.
As Chen Ang led his horse, he glanced at Huang Chang. The Dragon Stallion Guard behind him was already ready to depart. The procession rode off without so much as a glance back, leaving behind only the local officials to deal with the aftermath.
Huang Chang watched as the group of people turned into a cloud of dust. In just a few breaths, all that was left was a faint cloud of dust. Only Chen Ang's low voice came from the distance, echoing in the air.
"The green robe is upright and upright, treading the dangerous peak, the jade wall shines brightly under the moonlight.
The fragrance of the swift horse is faint, the tall man on the precipice is far away, the light of each step is marked.
Which family's son is whose courtyard, there is no regret.
The roar of the tiger and the cry of the dragon, changing the nest of the luan and the phoenix, the sword energy rises in the air like green smoke.
Always infatuated, from now on drunk, listening to the fragrance in the waterside pavilion, giving pointers to the play of heroes.
Drinking a thousand cups of wine in a play, the affairs of a man.
In the apricot forest, discussing the friendship of a lifetime … "
Huang Chang stood solemnly for a moment, then mounted his horse and chased after them.
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