After a "mountain rain", it was like a thunderstorm, washing away the smelly smell of the barbarians.

One hundred and six Tongtian families collapsed one after another, and the barbarian army was also completely destroyed.

The prairie sacrificial group, not even one out of ten, fled northward in a hurry, like a bereaved dog.

"Stop the wild dog and take an arrow from me."

The horses' hooves were in disarray, and Hebei soldiers and civilians were chasing them from behind. Arrows were shot like water.

The Hu people who fled were in a panic. Their faith collapsed. Even the priests died in the battle, and they had no intention of fighting.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind, to escape back to the grassland and lick the wounds.

"Thump, thump."

One after another, barbarians were exhausted and fell from their horses. The pursuers grabbed their hair and cut off their heads.

The remaining barbarians did not even look at their dead companions, they only focused on squeezing the legs of their horses, eager to escape from this hell.

Li Qingfeng categorically agreed, "If you see through the theory of prophecy, you must disprove it, otherwise you will be punished by God."

A prairie priest with wounds all over his body was sitting on a haystack, surrounded by people kneeling and crying, including nobles and herdsmen.

The Hu people know that their dragon-slaying general is a chess piece designated by Taoism to ward off disasters, so it would be great to play.

Hu Chen went away, but it was not completely calmed down, because the beast was licking its wounds for the last kill.

Li Chunfeng was entertaining a foreigner, and before he could say a few words, the other party came back.

But under this picture, there is a dead horse with a monkey jumping triumphantly next to it. Next to it is the back of an official holding a long sword dripping with blood, looking extremely angry. There is a poem attached next to it.

"Go back, barbarians are like weeds. As long as the roots are still there, they will sprout again when the wind blows."

His body was bleeding like a stream, and the haystack beneath him had already been soaked, but his eyes had not yet been closed.

Li Chunfeng shared his analysis and gained a lot, but he had fewer and fewer questions.

As long as the Central Plains remains wealthy, weak and thieves will be doomed.

Li Chunfeng knew it, so he raised his hand to me and saw Qingfeng Li running away.

"Brother Qing, if you can understand a little or a lot, it's all his gain. Don't say it in words."

"Unless no one of you perishes, the war will never stop."

As a last resort, Zhong Sheng and I made an oath by killing the white horse, which is known in history as...the White Horse Covenant.

There is no one to take care of you when you go in and out. If you need to do it yourself, no one will take care of you when you ask.

Li Qingfeng walked slowly, his sleeves were windy, and he was stunned when he saw the Hu people present

Not far away, there was a vague sound of horns, which was the sound of the barbarians summoning their companions.

The seven of us are now guests in the Tang Army camp, and our treatment is still wrong

Hu people are confused. You said everything and just thought about it. Is that a crime?

When Li Chunfeng saw the foreigner opening his mouth, he quickly stopped him and said, "It's better not to talk to you anymore. It's safe."

However, when it comes to setting up a ceremony, there will be nothing you want from others.

A moment ago, eight people gathered around this portrait and studied it carefully.

"Zhong Langjun, if he can see a little mystery, he will be of great use in the future."

I have a rough idea that brother Li Qingfeng was scared away by the barbarians.

Li Chunfeng looked at it carefully for a long time and shook his head, "Brother, your material is outstanding, it's obvious."

"Brother Qing, you recently got another picture. He came to take a look."

Although they are angry, they have to deny that their wild ways are really difficult to get off the stage.

I was initially wary, but after seeing Tang Jun’s methods, I became silent.

Eight meals a day, no wine or meat, even in the winter, you can still eat fresh fruits and vegetables

"Today's situation for Han'er in the Central Plains is as good as ours, and you will come again."

The seven of us, the Hu and I, were half-dead from exhaustion and were able to destroy two Tongtian Homes. However, the other party raised his finger and all 108 Tongtian Homes collapsed.

As I was speaking, I glanced at the foreigner subconsciously and suddenly froze.

Wei Bohou Shijin sighed, "Today you know the disadvantages of wealth. No wonder people in the world ask officials to get rich."

Qingfeng Li turned around and left, but was stopped by Qingfeng, "Mr. Zhong is your best friend and a bad friend."

The barbarians also shook their heads to see that it was coming out.

Li Qingfeng looked anxious and rolled up the scroll in a hurry, "If he reveals the secret, you will be punished by heaven. Don't continue."

"What did Mr. Zhong Lang see that scared your clan brother like that?"

"Go deep into the grasslands, cross deserts and snowy mountains, look for more powerful tribes and priests, join us, and fight back to the Central Plains."

"Brother Qing, I don't have anything important to do for you, so I just want to stay for a little while and say goodbye."

Given time, Zhong Sheng's small army will be able to gather a hundred times and a thousand times more strength to make a comeback.

The picture text and clues are ambiguous, and we can deduce any possibility.

It turns out that from the eyes of the foreigners, I saw a bit of confusion, and a sudden enlightenment.

On Yin Siyi's side, speaking with four parts and hiding one part is also with bad intentions.

The holy mountain is still there, low down, ruling the vast and boundless world. There are no snow mountains, deserts, and no Gobi oasis.

There was a mistake. All the 104 Tongtian houses were destroyed, but deep in the grassland, there were still no fewer round tents to accept worship.

"If my brother knows, I might as well explain it to you."

"No guests here? Come back another day."

"Brother Qing, Zhong Sheng was defeated. You didn't get anything at night. That picture and text must be about Wang Qi."

The priest left a few words and closed his eyes for a long time. Everyone around him grinned and began to cry.

There's a mistake, that picture and text are not about Zhong Sheng's comeback and Li Shimin's White Horse Pact.

The King of Qin asked us to watch, which is probably to show that the skills of the seven of us are worth mentioning in this small game.

This official is also very boring. He wears an official hat, but his feet are stepping on the straw sandals of the common people. The officials are officials, and the people belong to the people. Well, the people? It’s terrible. The answer is ready to come out.

But I have no historical reference, so I followed the answer and found that all the clues fit together.

Generations of grasslands have invaded and slaughtered hundreds of people. Their lives have condensed into a tomb of tens of thousands.

Before this day passed, Wei Bohou was silent for a long time.

Wang Qi thought to himself that the arrogant monkey, the hozen, should refer to Zhong Sheng. The dead horse was killed by the official's sword, and the color was...white, um, white horse.

"Brother, just think about it, we are here to give you power."

The pastures that were originally allowed to run rampant have turned into jungles where barbarians are hunted and killed, with murderous intent everywhere.

That day, I learned that Li Chunfeng had returned from work, so I went to visit him to catch up with him and see if I could find out anything.

"Can he see it?"

The barbarians turned their horses around and rushed towards the sound of the horn.

The dead horse under the picture is white, which fits the white horse covenant, and the identity of the official is also very boring.

When the foreigner thought about that, he heard a small shout in his ear, "Wait a minute, I can say no more."

I asked the Hu man again, "Zhong Langjun, what did he see?"

I have several brand new clothes, hats, shoes and socks, and the winter coat is stuffed with catkins and reeds, but rare white cotton from the Western Regions.

It's possible. This person is a famously fierce and reckless man. He has a little black chest. Can you understand the meaning of the picture?

"That monkey, also known as the Hozen, with a Chinese character for Hu, must have nothing to do with Zhong Sheng. Seeing how rampant we are, it will obviously invade the Central Plains again in the future and wreak havoc in the Central Plains. What does the dead horse next to it mean? There is no official?"<

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"My clan brother is proficient in the study of latitude, the four hexagrams of King Wen, and his ability to return to the mountains. He is a top figure in the world."

Qingfeng Li smiled and said, "He can see so little, so he is still wrong."

Historically, before the Xuanwumen Incident, Li Shimin wanted to show off his grand ambitions, but was slapped in the face by Wang Qi, who led his troops to the far reaches of Chang'an.

He has no official status...The emperor is also called an official, and he wears people's shoes...Li Laoqi's name is Shimin.
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