Chapter 25 General Yan

"Father, what's in it?" The young man asked carefully, and he could see that his father was in a bad mood at this time.

Mr. Cang Song stroked the dragon pattern on the sandalwood box and said, "The tiger charm, the whole military power of Fanyang." When he said this, he tried his best to show contempt, but the awe in the words was still obvious.

"Does His Majesty want to reactivate you? Does the royal family want to put down the grudge of the past? Have they not investigated the 'in the first year of the Ming Emperor's chaos' 16 years ago? The young man continued to ask.

"I don't know, I don't know what the royal family is thinking. Maybe the outside world has changed, and the emperor has to give in. Maybe this is a trap, waiting for me to jump out and then stop my waist to cut me off!" The gentleman's hoarse voice was particularly harsh. He always resented some of the practices of the royal family, and the gap between them was too deep.

"Lu Miaobai is very deep. At that time, his father lived in the Lu family in the imperial capital. He was one of the four pillar countries and was highly valued by the emperor. The Lu family in the imperial capital was once a famous family second only to the Huangfu family in Fanyang. At that time, I was the imperial capital Wuyanghou, one of the four-pillar countries. Another identity was..." He stroked the sandalwood box in his arms and felt the wooden texture. He didn't have to open it to know what was in it. It was a heavy sword, blood and fire, life and death... It can make people crazy that they don't know themselves. Whose right is it?

"General Yan..." The young man took his father's words softly and said, "This name has disappeared 16 years with his father's seclusion. If it appears again now, I don't know what kind of storm the empire will set off.

"That's what I'm worried about... Lu Miaobai was not executed when he came back this time, which is beyond my imagination. Moreover, he was also awarded the title by the emperor, inheriting all the titles of his father, and the Lu family reappeared in the imperial capital. Now he came to me with the military power of the whole empire and told me to get out of the mountain again... I don't know what the undercurrent is behind it. But if one foot is wrong, you will never get out again. Mr. Cangsong said sadly, "I have withdrawn for 16 years, and I really don't want to get involved again. It's too dark, which is why you are full of knowledge, but I don't want you to get a reputation.

The young man bowed and worshipped, "I am my father's last living son. Everything follows my father's heart. Whatever my father says, there is no complaint."

"Sometimes I wonder if this is too selfish for you. You shouldn't be buried in this wilderness. You are immediately a military general, and Ma Xia is a civil servant. No matter where you go, you can be competent in any official position. I really feel sorry for letting you stay in the mountains and forests to accompany your old father. But look at the appearance of my father now. This is the reward of those people in the imperial capital for their father's life.

The young man knelt down and kowtowed, with a faint sadness in his voice: "Father, you don't have to say anything more. Sixteen years ago, the father tried his best to escape from the imperial capital with his child. It is lucky not to die. It is the honor of the child to serve his father. There is no need to feel guilty. This is what the child should do."

"Do you think this should be accepted?" Mr. Song put the sandalwood box in his hand on the ground, reached out to warm the fire, stared at the jumping and burning flame, and said confusedly.

"The child feels that the father should accept it!"

"Why?" The old gentleman stared at his son with intact eyes and said.

"For nothing else, just for the world."

Mr. Cangsong sneered and said, "You have been in this wilderness for more than ten years. How do you know what the world is paved with? Do you know how much the word "world" weighs? It was piled up by the remains of dozens of generations of warriors. It's not just what you said at all.

"But I know that my father can't let go, that's these two words! My father has always been worried about the world, but the original contradiction with the royal family had to retreat. But what is wrong is the royal family, not the world of Fanyang. Although this world belongs to the royal family, the father's belief is your own. The young man said that his eyes slipped on his father's face and could clearly see every scar on his father's face. He knew best how his father had come over the years. So, he just said what he wanted to say on behalf of his father.

Is the snow still falling outside the hut? The branches of the old pine tree were bent down again. The dark crow squatted on the branches, like a black stain, dazzling in the pure white snow.

"Go on." The old gentleman glanced at the crow with a look of disgust. He hates this crow, but this crow has been the only one who has been with their father and son for so many years.

"Father doesn't know that Mengyang has really changed. Emperor Shinra died suddenly, and the prince and the second prince died strangely. At the senior level of Mengyang, this is the public secret - the third prince forced the old emperor to die and killed the prince and the second prince to take office. Emperor Lin Xi's actions showed that what he wanted was the whole world. The feudal system of princes maintained by Mengyang for more than 300 years had been changed. All the princes were exterminated, and the princes were directly managed by the royal family and changed to the county system. Now Mengyang should be resting. They have just experienced the invasion of the barbarians in the north before. I'm afraid that the future is really an era of war. If you don't go out of the mountains, how can the empire resist the barbarian iron riders and Mengyang's strong soldiers? Although the world is the world of the Huangfu family, it is also the world of tens of millions of people in Fanyang. His father practiced Buddhist scriptures to find out the sins caused before, but did he hide in the mountains like this and ignore the fire of the people of Fanyang?

"Please forgive me, if you still hide in the deep mountains and ignore Fanyang, what's the point of practicing the Changmen Prajna Sutra? It's good to study the scriptures wholeheartedly, but if you really cut off your head and ride a horse, you can save tens of millions of people from water and fire, so why don't you do it? What's more, my father is such a capable person..." The young man kowtowed again. He put his forehead on the ground and did not look at his father's expression. He knew his father and knew that his words had touched his father's heart...

"The knife is cut off, hehe, kid, the bloody smell of your words is getting heavier and heavier... You don't know how cruel the battlefield is. But you're right. The samurai's sword killing is to save people. I'm reading the long scriptures here to eliminate some of the killings caused before... But if the world is really chaotic and my father doesn't care, it's a bigger sin. Is that what you mean?" The old gentleman smiled. He looked at his child with a look of appreciation and said, "Well, my son is at least a person with the world in mind!" Very good, the world is not the world of the Huangfu family. This is the world of the whole people of Fanyang... The high-sounding but listening people are full of bloody words. Ha ha, the heart cares about the world. This is a sentence that the group of guys in the imperial capital often talk about..."

The old gentleman suddenly stood up. He sat cross-legged and couldn't see it. After standing up, he was a tall and strong man. His body and muscles are smooth. Although he is in his fifties, he is still extremely powerful. His burly body and his ferocious face really have a feeling of gods and demons coming to the world. He bent down and grabbed the rosary in his hand, spread it in the palm of his hand and looked at it. He said, "This thing can cultivate its self-cultivation in prosperous times. In troubled times, it can only make people's minds be decadent. He always prays for the Buddha to bless the peace of life, but who can figure out the Buddha's heart?" After saying that, the old gentleman threw the rosary into the fire and didn't look at it again...

"Has the father decided...?"

"Hehe, that's right! What does the world of Huangfu have to do with me? I hate the royal family, but the people in the world are innocent. What's more, I can't bear to see my son accompanying me to die in this deep mountain! General Yin Cangyan is not old yet!" This is the first time in so many years that the old man has called this name himself! The name Yin Cangyan has disappeared in Fanyang for 16 years, and the last time it appeared was the 'Ran of the First Year of Ming Emperor' 16 years ago. And there are only a few historical books that record the injustice involving the lives and deaths of hundreds of high-ranking officials and nobles in the imperial capital.

"The child vowed to follow his father to the death!" The young man bowed his head and bowed again.

Yin Cangyan picked up the sandalwood box, opened the gold buckle on it, opened the box, and saw a gold seal. The Indian beast is a roaring evil beast. The dragon has nine sons, the second son, and the dragon's head and body are strong. It is brave and good at fighting. It is fond of killing and fighting. It always holds a sword and stares angrily. Because he is in charge of the battle of Bingge, he is often carved on weapons. He reached out and stroked the square printing platform, but the light in his eyes was extremely soft. This is an old friend who has been away for 16 years..."

"Take this square seal platform, go to my former army, Aoyu long shot, Cang navy, ghost department, tell them the current commander, and say that General Yudian Yan is back and is willing to follow me, and continue to whip the world behind my horse!" Yin Cangyan said loudly that his voice was extremely high at this time. After untied the happy knot, his whole body relaxed. The small huts seem to have become hot because of him. This is Fanyang's most prestigious general.

History.

The status of General Fanyang in Fanyang in history is equivalent to the status of General Mengyang Town to Mengyang, and he is the well-deserved military emperor of Fanyang. However, in the first year of Emperor Ming, the new emperor Huangfu Mingchan killed a group of old ministers for various hidden reasons. Among them, three of the Four Pillars of Fanyang were killed. Only one of them escaped from the imperial capital in a hurry, but was deprived of all titles, and the royal family has not given up chasing him for so many years of his seclusion.

But 16 years later, the son of the old man who had gone far away from Mengyang came back. Instead of being killed by the royal family, he was entrusted with an important task. Lu Miaobai, the son of the head of the Lu family, who was killed 16 years ago, seemed to have forgotten how cruel the royal family was, and he was so loyal to be the loyal dog of the royal family. He successively invited General Yan out of the mountain and went north to the barbarian grassland to form an alliance with Chi Nasi. While loyal to the royal family, he invisibly overcame the royal family's rights and directly crossed the royal family to issue orders.

But this is how the game of chess is played. Layers of fog are entangled. Who can really see the chess game? General Yu Dian Yan thought he was also the chess player of this game, but he didn't know that he was also a chess player. He is a great military strategist. He has countless exhibitions in his life. He really climbed out of the dead step by step, but in the end, he just made wedding clothes for others and died.

In the end of Fanyang, the only one who could be compared with General Yudianyan was the later General Beichen, who was the son of General Mengyang Zhentian. I don't know whether this is a coincidence or a bad taste of God. But only General Beichen lived to the end. No matter how brilliant the dead were, they were finally annihilated in the dust of history.

Whether it is the emperor's moon, the general of the imperial palace, or the high-ranking Fanyang royal family, they all think that they are the chess players of the world, but they don't know that they are just chess pieces, walking according to the number of roads set by others, until they fall into the abys prepared for them and are swallowed up. , but he still held it tightly, thinking that he could still grasp the last lifeline of power...

I'm afraid this is also the saddest thing!

In the far north, the Riana River.

The white wind on the grassland finally blew, and the whole grassland seemed to be full of white demons flying all over the sky. The big snowflakes were blown down by the roaring wind. If you stand in the snow, you will be buried without more than a dozen breaths. Winter in the far north grassland is extremely cold. If there is not enough food and dry cow dung for burning, it is not uncommon for most people to freeze to death in winter. After all, the drought this summer has foreshadowed that this winter is not going well, so the king went to Mengyang to get enough food and gold at all costs.

Five fire basins were born in the tent of the big shaman, and the slaves knelt on the ground to keep the fire basin burning. This was specially requested by the big shaman. The old man was too old to stand the wind and cold. Since it snowed, he hardly went out of the tent, and the white hairy wind in the sky could be blown away by the thin old man.

At this time, the old man sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the calculations all over the ground with a serious face and saying words. Opposite him is a Mengyang man with a indifferent look. His slender hand is also calculating a very complex formula. This person is the son of Mengyang Shenguo. He is studying astrology and arithmetic with the Great Shaman.

"Wrong, this place is wrong! When the 24 couplet is here, it will all go up, and the power form will rise step by step to the 24 type. Your sixteenth form is directly merged into twenty-four joints, and there is no process of rising power. This place is wrong. The big shaman pointed to a corner full of complicated calculations and looked at the modest and beautiful man and said.

"Yes!" Shen Fan smiled slightly, and his eyes kept walking on the arithmetic on the ground and the face of the big shaman, because he was deaf and could only understand other people's meaning by looking at people's mouths. He straightened up and reached out to take away all the wrong calculations and put them into the correct calculation.

"That's right. According to what I taught you, what can you see from the current formula, or, how do you understand this formula? The big shaman's eyes swept sharply on the complex calculations all over the ground. These brainstorming formulas can drive people crazy, but the big shaman seems to be very familiar with it.

Shen Fanshuang looked at the formula and said, "It indicates that the blizzard in the north of the far north will be smaller in four days, and the snow in the south of the far north grassland will become larger accordingly. After three days, it will clear up for two days... right?"

"Half right!" The big shaman said. He pointed to the part of the formula that Shen Fanshuang had just modified and said, "You still haven't recovered from the 16th power to 24 couplets just now. After the twenty-four couplet, you should refer to the twenty-four couplet part of the "Calculation Volume" to explain the twenty-four stars. Here, it doesn't clear up for two days, but lasts for three days.

"Well, Fan Shuang knows!" The prince nod his head and saluted the great shaman.

"Ha ha, you are not a native of the grassland. The children on the grassland know that the heavy snow on the grassland has been for more than ten days in a row. It has only been raining for a few days. Maybe it may clear up so quickly?" The big shaman twisted her snow-white beard and said with a smile.

"Fan Shuang is stupid!"

"No stupid, not stupid, your talent is completely better than me in those years. At that time, when I learned to calculate with the previous generation of shaman, I could make the teacher angry. The old shaman always knocked on my head and said I was stupid. Ha ha, at that time, I was stuck when I upgraded the power into eight, and my brain couldn't turn. It took me more than a month to think about how to rise to power. How long has it been since you learned from me that you have been able to upgrade from 16 to 24. That's good! He was much smarter than my old man at the beginning. The big shaman laughed, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"My old man seldom praises people, but you boy really convinced me. He is worthy of being a pure-blooded prophet... Sometimes I want you to learn calculation, isn't it too talented? But learning is the foundation. Only when the foundation is laid can you start to learn astrology. Finally, you can learn to perceive and perceive the future. The great shaman said. Now it's twenty-four combinations. When you are proficient in twenty-four combinations, I will teach you thirty-two combinations, sixty-four combinations,..."

"So, when can we calculate people's lives?" Shen Fan asked, with a bright light in his eyes, and he seemed to be particularly looking forward to the answer of the shaman.

"A fortune-telling? It's too early. In terms of calculation and learning, below 32, you can only calculate what the weather will be like in the next few days. Thirty-two is a dividing line. Thirty-two can predict bad omens, but there are too many variables to be accurate. Only the 64th couplet can accurately predict bad luck, but do you know how complicated the 64 couplet is? It can be filled with half a tent, and no matter how high the joint is, then...hehe, it can count people to death..." The big shaman scratched his head and said.

"What is the highest number of the big shaman?"

"One hundred and twenty-eight joints, calculated for three days and two nights, it is the size of more than a dozen tents! At that time, there was a nightmare, and I spit it out. However, it was also worth it. After all, it was such a major event involving hundreds of thousands of lives by the Chinasi Department's expedition against the Gaza Department, and the hard work was worth it... But that time, it was not handled well at all..." The big shaman's face became gloomy, as cloudy as dark clouds outside the tent.

"Is it wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong with the calculation, but I prefer that I have miscalculated..." The big shaman said fiercely. Then he paused as if he was discouraged and waved his hand and said, "This is my biggest mistake in my life. It doesn't matter if I don't mention it!"

He owed his body, sat down on the brazier and said, "That's all for today. Go back and take a look at the part of the Twenty-four couplet of the Sky Scroll. Next time I will teach you the Thirty-two couplet..."

"Fan Shuang knows." Shen Fan stood up, bent down to salute like a big shaman, and turned to leave.

The big shaman's eyes followed Shen Fanshuang's back and disappeared into the wind and snow outside the tent, but his lips were squeezed tightly. He could figure out the fate of hundreds of thousands of people, but he couldn't figure out what kind of fate this god-like man would bring to the barbarians... It was bad luck, and he could only walk step by step.