Datang Fenghua Road

Qingyue looked at the young man who was constantly thrown high by the people, and sighed faintly: "However, after that day, he will never speak to me again, and the disciple has been entrusted by the master."

That night, she criticized Han Yue badly by the river, but Yuchi Baolin overheard them all. After reporting the next day, Han Yue took the opportunity to get angry and didn't get involved with Buddhism for a whole month.

The old monk Zhicao smiled and looked at his disciple. Seeing that her beautiful and beautiful face was full of annoyance, the old monk said lightly: "Don't worry, there is no way to escape the yin and yang in the world."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled his disciple's wrist, and said warmly: "Let's go over with the old monk to celebrate. Since ancient times, the top of the tower is the most important thing in the construction of the city. This matter is as important as the construction of the roof of the folk house. Since my Buddhist family is here as a guest, then Don't lose your courtesy."

Qingyue sighed softly: "I'm afraid he will embarrass the disciple again!"

Zhicao laughed, holding her arm and walking slowly, the two passed through countless lively and celebrating people, the old monk said as they walked: "Now that the city wall is standing, the next step is to build the city, and I don't want to go out for the teacher. I have to ask him for a piece of land to build a temple."

Qingyue was stunned and said: "Building a temple in the city? Isn't that putting everything in Buddhism under his nose?"

The old monk Zhicao glanced at her, and suddenly said with great meaning: "My Buddhist school has done too many dark things in the past, and it should be upright again. You have extraordinary luck, disciple, but your heart is higher than the sky, and you are a teacher. Today, I have a word to warn you, don’t seek shortcuts in promoting Buddhism, because sometimes shortcuts are evil ways!”

Qingyue's face was reddish, and she folded her hands and refused to answer.

The old monk glanced at her again and let out a faint sigh...

……

At this moment, the corners of Qingyue's eyes suddenly shrank, and she pointed to the distance and said, "Master, look, what is that?"

The old monk Zhicao was slightly startled, followed her fingers, and found a large motorcade in the distance, with hundreds of carts at a glance.

That's all for the convoy. It is surprising that there is no driver in such a huge convoy. All the vehicles are pulled by docile old cows, and there are only nine people in the escort.

In front of the convoy, a young girl was riding a peerless BMW Boxer, wearing a flowing cloud of gold chain mail, with a vigilant look in her eyes, watching the surroundings all the time.

"Strange, it turned out to be Luo Jing'er!" Qingyue murmured.

Her eyes flickered and she continued to look back, and she found that there were four other women sitting in the first car, each holding a strange-shaped weapon in their hands. It seemed that the weapon gave them a strong confidence, and the four women's faces were full of expressions. A proud smile.

Qingyue turned her head and glanced at the old monk Zhicao, and said in a low voice: "Master, the five-bedroom daughter-in-law of the Marquis of Jingyang will go out in person, I'm afraid the escort is no trivial matter."

The old monk nodded slowly and said in a low voice, "Apart from the five ladies, the remaining four are Liu Heishi, Li Fenghua, Mr. Tian, ​​Mrs. Tian... Amitabha, this is the absolute confidant of Marquis Jingyang!"

The master and apprentice looked at each other, and both saw the curious look on the other's face.

Qingyue guessed and thought in her heart, but those big carts were covered with thick cloth, and it was completely impossible to guess what was on the carts from the appearance.

The old monk pondered for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "The convoy has arrived, wait a moment on this matter, it is better for us to congratulate the Marquis of Jingyang first."

Let's talk about it and pull up Qingyue's arm again, the master and apprentice continued to pass through the crowd, and soon came to Han Yue.

Zhicao folded his hands together, and before he could say a word of congratulations, Han Yue suddenly laughed, pointed at the caravan in the distance and said, "The baby of Lord Ben has finally arrived! Hahaha, the master came just in time, and I will come with Ben Hou. welcome before."

Qingyue took the opportunity to say: "I don't know what the treasure was mentioned by the Marquis. The poor monk saw that the person who escorted the transport was your wife, concubine and confidant, and there is no outsider. This level of attention is very curious! "

Han Yue snorted coldly and said lightly: "The escort is not surprising, just a few hundred cannons. The main reason why the Marquis does not let outsiders join together is to hide the base where the cannons are made."

……

In fact, where is there any base, it is clear that he secretly ran to a big valley a few days ago, and exchanged the points for [-] red-clothed cannons, plus [-] bursting bombs.

Even Xiaodoudou and others didn't tell the truth about this matter. In order to make the base appear real, he relentlessly exchanged a giant integrated warehouse from the system, and then falsely claimed that it was secretly established by himself.

It's not that he wants to hide his wife, but the existence of the system is too terrifying, and Han Yue doesn't want anyone to know about this for the time being.

Fortunately, Xiaodoudou and others have no doubts. Everyone knows that the emperor gave Han Yue a secret organization, and they all thought that this base was built by that organization.

Li Fenghua even sighed at the giant integrated warehouse, saying that big people must be cunning and rabbits, and urged Han Yue to build more bases.

……

A wonderful misunderstanding came into being. From then on, Han Yue no longer had to worry about the system. Whenever he exchanged materials, he would go to the warehouse to start it, and then let Doudou and others bring it back.

It's just that things in the world always depend on good and bad. Although he solved the existence of the system, he couldn't exchange the system again in a short period of time.

The price of [-] red-clothed cannons is not expensive, but the violent bombs are expensive.

In order to strengthen the city defense of Shenyang City, he really fought hard this time.

Qingyue's eyes flickered slightly, her hands clasped together and she asked, "Master Hou built hundreds of cannons, but I don't know what they are used for?"

Now that the name of the red-clothed cannon has spread, many people know that Han Yue invented this big killer.Therefore, Qingyue is not curious about the cannon, what she cares about is what the cannon is going to be used for.

Unfortunately, this question was a bit abrupt, Han Yue glanced at her angrily, and snorted: "I can do whatever I want, the whole Shenyang city is Lao Tzu's territory, do I have to report to you when I do things? "

These words were domineering, Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and was speechless.

Han Yue snorted and continued: "Although I agree with you to stay here, it doesn't mean that I approve of Buddhism. I've said that before, it's better not to interfere in the affairs of Shenyang City, otherwise everyone's face will be disgusting. Not very pretty."

Qingyue folded her hands together in a salute, and let out a faint sigh.

Next to him, the old monk Zhicao kept watching, until his disciple was scolded with blood, and he smiled and said: "Jingyang Hou, the old monk is also a little curious about the purpose of these cannons. I wonder if the marquis can tell me something."

Han Yue laughed. He had a bit of a favorable impression of the old monk and replied, "Cannons are suitable for defending the city, so naturally they should be placed on the city wall."

"Eight hundred red-clothed cannons, just guarding one city?" This is a bit too big, and even the old monk Zhicao was shocked.

Han Yue smiled and said with a beaming expression: "Yes, there are [-] guns on each city wall, and one gun per [-] steps, which is just enough to fill the position, and it is also the best range of cannons..."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, he couldn't help laughing, and continued: "With these [-] cannons in hand, and with the violent explosions developed by Ben Hou personally, my Shenyang city is a new city, but it can Be among the strongest city defenses in the world. No matter who comes to pick quarrels and stir up trouble, the Lord will blow the fuck up..."

The old monk Zhicao and Qingyue looked at each other, the master and the apprentice looked at each other, and a word flashed in their minds at the same time: "It is impregnable!"

Qingyue clasped her hands together and declared the Buddha's peace and said, "The poor monk once heard a rumor that when the Turks invaded the Central Plains, the Marquis of Jingyang killed tens of thousands of cavalry soldiers with ten cannons, and now you are in Shenyang City. Deploying [-] cannons, is this going to turn this place into purgatory? Amitabha, how precious is human life, the poor monk wants to persuade Lord Hou to be merciful."

Han Yue sneered and said indifferently, "I won't commit anyone else if they don't attack me. These cannons are fixed on the city wall. If the enemy wants to die, they can only be sent to hell."

"Master Marquis..." Qingyue wanted to say more, but Han Yue suddenly frowned and said coldly, "This Marquis is not in the mood to fight with you."

He raised his finger and pointed directly at Qingyue's towering chest, hehe said: "You are a little dirty here, although it looks good, but Ben Hou doesn't like it."

These words directly hit the face, but Qingyue misunderstood.Han Yue meant that she had a different idea, but Qingyue thought that Han Yue was judging her own twin peaks.

The Buddhist saint hurriedly smiled lightly, and said softly, "The Marquis has never taken off the poor monk's clothes, so how do you know if it is dirty here? If you are interested, why not take a chance to see it?"

"The appearance is like a fairy, and the heart is like a sea..." Han Yue stared at her blankly for a long time, suddenly he said a word, and strode to greet Xiaodoudou and others.

"Amitabha!" The old monk Zhicao shouted the Buddha's name and sighed: "My disciple, Qingyue, the old monk once told you that you can't take shortcuts to promote Buddhism, because shortcuts are not smooth, and you will fall into the wrong way if you are not careful."

"That disciple will be an Asura who goes to hell!" Qingyue gritted her teeth.

Chapter 273 The Real Li Jing in History

Datang Fenghua, who leads the dance, this is one of the two most splendid dynasties in Chinese history.