"Shi'er, since she has realized it, she must do it; since she has done it, she must persist."

"A foolish child, when we meet, we will be separated, why is this?"

"Crazy..."

"I am a teacher, not a god, but a true god can only have one mind!"

...

when!

Qian Yiqun closed his eyes, and the last time he echoed in his mind what his master had said. The Qingxin Bell in his hand stopped slightly, and when it vibrated again, a bell rang.

The bell rang melodiously and endlessly.

Qian Yiqun immediately had roots under his feet, his waist and back were straight, and he looked up and saw a golden light on his body.

The bell rang and made the wolf demon retreat, covering his face and howled. The thick hair on his body gradually entered his body, and the long wolf kiss also shortened, revealing a human figure. He was frightened: What kind of magic weapon is this? It actually cracked my beast spirit!

When the monk Chengwen saw Qian Yiqun stepping forward, his feet were firm, and he was unwilling to accept it. He recited the mantra of the Tantric Buddhism, and the Mani in his hand was spinning faster. His body was like flowing water, which made everyone bleed down and vomited. The foul air in the hall was soaring.

No matter how fast Qian Yiqun turned, he just gently called the flowing bell. The flowing bell really smelled of flowing water, either the shallow stones or the deep flow and waves, the sound of nature everywhere, the true sound of heaven and earth.

During this resounding wildly, the bell always sounds. The bell and the bell are very consistent with each other, and are divided into two parts. There is only ringtone in your ears, but you hear the bell in your heart. Every time Qian Yiqun takes a step, he sees Cheng Wen's body shaking, causing the people who don't know how to use some secret method Qian Yiqun used and shock him with his feet.

Cheng heard that there was hardship, and a stream of blood was held in his throat, and blood was spreading in his mouth. He gritted his teeth to prevent it from spewing out in one mouthful. At that time, the qi and blood would flow, and it would be difficult to follow up.

Qian Yiqun is getting easier and easier.

There was an extra bell above his spiritual sea.

This clock is like a clean Qingxin Bell, with dense runes on it, divided into eight parts with Bagua as part of it. These eight parts naturally correspond to the Liuling Ba Chong, but it is still dull and does not know how to function. Strictly speaking, Qingxin Bell was just Qian Yiqun's toy before, and it was only at this moment that it was considered to be sacrificed and refined into its own magic weapon.

And the power of this magic weapon was so powerful that it was actually in vain that it shocked Monk Chengwen so much that it could not be done by himself.

This is accumulation of quantity and qualitative change!

Once the carp that leaps through the dragon gate is a dragon, not a fish!

puff!

Chengwen finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The Mani wheel in his hand stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground to regrow his spiritual breath.

The mouth of blood splattered on Qian Yiqun's shoes, forming two drops of blood beads, one big and one small, and slowly penetrated into the upper. Qian Yiqun looked down, raised his head and looked at the Jurchen shaman curled up and was covered in red. He just now led the green wolf ghost spirit into his body, turned into a werewolf, his figure grew stronger, and his monk's robes were torn. He was lying on the ground and trembling.

This is the sequelae after the beast spirit tear apart from its own soul.

Qian Yiqun looked around and saw that Bai Feng was not dead yet. He stepped forward and squatted beside him: "Is there any golden sore medicine?"

"Sword..." Bai Feng was so angry that he was like a wandering stream, "Kill first..."

Although he couldn't say anything, Qian Yiqun understood what he meant, and wanted him to kill Chengwen and the demon first to avoid long nights of dreams.

"Come here! There is a thief!" A sharp and loud voice suddenly came from outside, it was the fox.

Wang Xinyi was finally a senior official in the ministry, acting as the Minister of Justice, and a subordinate of the ministry came. He held various weapons and subdued Chengwen and the wolf demon for Qian Yiqun.

After the wolf demon returned to his human form, his thick hair shrank back, but there was still a thin and short braid behind his head, like a rat's tail. Someone who passed the pass now cursed: "Money rat tail! It's indeed Jiannu!"

The servant pulled Chengwen's monk's hat off, and he really had the same braid.

The custom of Jurchen is to shave off all the hair on the top of the head and leave only a small braid on the back of the head. This braid cannot be thick, it must be able to pass through the eyes of the money, and the root of the hair cannot exceed a copper coin, which looks like a rat's tail, so it is called the money rat's tail.

Originally, Han people did not need to shave their hair, but because of the famine in Liaodong last year, many outsiders fled back to the pass. These people were the private property of the powerful and wealthy Jin Kingdom, and they naturally felt heartbroken if they escaped too much. Therefore, they found a reason to say that Han people did not shave their hair because they had two hearts and wanted to shave their hair together. Those who do not shave their hair will have to shave their heads. Shaving hair is not as good as those who are bigger than money will also shave their heads. This is the first exercise to keep their hair without shave.

Qian Yiqun was surprised when he saw the Jin Qian rat tail and thought to himself: I thought the yin-yang head and big braids were already the ugliest hairstyle in the world, but I didn’t expect it to be a modified version! The genuine shaving hair can actually break through the limits of human aesthetics. The imagination of the Jurchens is truly invincible in the world!

However, he didn't know that the Manchus did not relax the rat tail after the Jiaqing period and changed it to a "pig tail". As for the fact that it was left from the top of the head and left it as a black and shiny braid, it was already late. If Emperor Jiaqing had traveled to the time of his great-grandfather Kangxi, he would have been beheaded because his hair was not as good as the style, let alone now.

"So you are not a monk." Qian Yiqun walked to Chengwen with the ancient sword of Bai Feng, and gave a hurried advice, "Come on the name, the Taoist has something to ask you."

Monk Chengwen sat for a while, his qi and blood were hidden, and he finally had the strength to speak. He said, "If you want to kill and cut, why bother to say more!"

"I don't really want to kill you." As soon as Qian Yiqun said this, there was an uproar behind him. Someone was about to say that everyone in Jiannu was killed, but when Qian Yiqun glanced over, he closed his mouth consciously.

"Don't you kill me?" Chengwen was also a little surprised. He could be executed with mercy, but he hoped to live a life of mercy.

"Well, I want to ask you something. As long as you answer well, I will let you go." Qian Yiqun pulled a chair and sat in front of him with a golden sword, looking like he was going to be held in court.

"You said." Chengwen felt that the deal was too good, so he cooperated with him.

"Are you here to be a spy?" Qian Yiqun asked.

"It's not a spy, I'm just here to find out the truth." Cheng Wen said.

Qian Yiqun nodded slightly and said, "Is Huang Taiji going south again?"

Cheng Wen hesitated and thought to himself: This Taoist thoughts are different from ordinary people, and they often fail to be unexpected. Who knows whether he deliberately deceived me? Or to be honest, it is impossible for the Southern Dynasties to ruin the affairs of the Khan.

"Tiancong Khan wants to attack Han'er and Mongolia." Cheng Wen said truthfully, "So I sent me to explore the reality of the Southern Dynasty."

"What do you see after visiting the road?" Qian Yiqun himself had not left Suzhou and had no idea about the outside world.

"Yang He is a mediocre official, or a stubborn mediocre official, and the northwest will no longer be as good as the King of the Southern Dynasties." Cheng Wendao.

Qian Yiqun sighed slightly in his heart.

Yang He was the right assistant minister of the Ministry of War and the governor of the military affairs of the three borders of Shaanxi. He formulated a strategy of "recruiting and pacifying as the main and pursuing as the auxiliary", spending 100,000 treasury of gold and 50,000 silver and 20,000 s of grain donated by the vassal kings, but he supported the peasant army in vain. At that time, the peasant army in Shanxi, Shaanxi and Gansu heard that Yang was recruiting and pacifying, and they were all happy, taking money, grain and official positions, and then rebelling.

His son Yang Sichang served as Minister of War in the tenth year of Chongzhen. He used the strategy of "four main and six corners" and "tour nets on ten sides". It sounded very powerful, but he completely hollowed out the treasury and was played with by Zhang Xianzhong, causing King Xiang to be killed. Finally, he had some integrity and felt that he was really shameless to meet Emperor Chongzhen and committed suicide on a hunger strike.

This father and son were listed as the stolen ministers in the country by later generations, and they were guilty of being punished.

"When Huang Taiji wants to destroy Han'er, how likely is it to win?" Qian Yiqun asked again.

"Around 80%." Chengwen exaggerated a little. Anyway, this matter is entirely subjective, and at most it is considered a bragging.

Qian Yiqun was not very familiar with history, and only remembered that the last generation of khan in the Han'er was Lin Dankhan, known as Chongzhen of Mongolia. He was also a typical example of being very courageous but not born at the right time. He nodded and asked again: "How many people are there in the Jurchens like you? How many of them are there?"

"Ha, do you want to assassinate our Tiancong Khan?" Chengwen was originally a Han Chinese, but he had already regarded himself as a Jurchen. He said, "Do you don't know whether the national treasure is in virtue or not? A super-powered man with extraordinary skills is indeed a national treasure, but it is very limited after all, relying on the power of a few people. I, Tiancong Khan, was able to shock Liaodong and defeat the Southern Army repeatedly, not relying on the Lama Shaman, but a million Jurchen Iron Cavalry!"

Qian Yiqun's face turned pale. He didn't know how powerful the saint was, but if Ku Chen or Gao Ren really had an absolute advantage, they would probably have to retreat. If one person blocked millions of soldiers alone, it could only exist in novels and legends.

"Besides, what am I?" Chengwen laughed at himself, "How dare I praise my tiny methods in the country? Even the magic weapons I brought with me this time were things that others didn't want before leaving. As for those two, they couldn't even be a centurion in the Jin Kingdom."

Qian Yiqun knew that he was demoting himself to survive, and praised the power of the Jin Kingdom, which made the Ming Dynasty afraid to make decisions, and even more, the Ming Dynasty monks did not dare to make trouble outside the pass. He sneered: "If you can get a slave and a horse, you will never be a small person."

Cheng was shocked and a terrified incident appeared on his face. He recalled the situation at that time, except for the big lamas and the inner officials around Tian Cong Khan, there were no outsiders. Is this Taoist who has ears and ears in the northern country? I am afraid that may not be. That is, he is very good at deductions? It is not very similar to...

Qian Yiqun remembered the familiar but tampered name again and asked, "What's your name?"

Chengwen's face was unstable. Tell the truth, if someone reveals the truth, he will not escape death tonight. Telling lies, God knows what this Taoist knows... A real man will not change his name or his surname! Chengwen gritted his teeth, made up his mind to take a gamble, and said loudly: "My surname is Fan, Fan..."

"Fan Wencheng!"

The two of them actually spoke in unison.

——Chengwen is a reversal of Wen Cheng, and the fox said that he is Huang Taiji's study official, which I should have thought of long ago!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Qian Yiqun's eyes.

The idle people will let go after they are released, but Fan Wencheng can never let go!

Suppose that the world is regarded as a game, remove any three people from Jiannu, and protect the mountains and rivers of China from being lost to the barbarians. Then this model of the article must be on Qian Yiqun's list of eliminations.

Not only because he is a hardcore traitor, but because this traitor is too destructive, even far more than Wu Sangui who leads wolves into the house. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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