Master Zhou closed his eyes, and his face full of self-blame was written on his face, and the words "I harmed the Song Dynasty" seemed to float above his head.

Seeing him blaming himself, Changsun Hong couldn't bear it and interrupted, "Teacher... Actually, it's not the case. There are many people who are looking forward to the Song Dynasty to beat him, and there are also knowledgeable people in the south who are determined to restore their hometown. But..."

Master Zhou slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and said slowly: "Changsun Hong, have you ever heard of the story of boiling frogs in warm water?"

"I have heard of this..." Changsun Hong did not expect that the allusion of boiling frogs in warm water was circulated in the Song Dynasty.

"The Song Dynasty is now the frog." Master Zhou smiled bitterly: "The Jin people were cunning and understood the consequences of the Liao people occupying the Central Plains but were unable to rule. In order to avoid going forward, they deliberately forced but did not attack, and were not intimidated. More than 100,000 troops were approaching the border but established an alliance with the official family. They not only let us know that he could fight at any time, but also told us that as long as we no longer had the idea of ​​regaining the northern land, we could keep peace."

"Decades have passed, and from top to bottom, the Song Dynasty thought that as long as there was no trouble, we could maintain peace and enjoy peace. Even if the evil wolf was on the side, we would turn a blind eye and deceive ourselves, and we would have lost our fighting spirit."

"This heart qi is the bone marrow of a human. Losing the heart qi is equivalent to sucking the bone marrow. The Song Dynasty has now become the cooked frog, and has also been sucked with bone marrow. It has no ambition and power to resist."

He stopped and said to Changsun Hong: "But the evil wolf is always the evil wolf. He doesn't bite you because he doesn't want to do it for the time being. As long as he feels hungry, he will bite you sooner or later. By then, it will be too late. The soldiers are tired of war and generals are afraid of death, and civil officials have no integrity. There is no other way except to seek peace and greed for life. This is not the reason why the Jin people are the ones who cultivate ourselves into cowards."

Changsun Hong nodded deeply. He felt that Zhou Lang had a clear understanding of the trend of historical development. Nomadic peoples competed for China in an objective law, and could not be changed by the Han people in the Central Plains if they wanted or did not want to. The desire and competition for land in the agricultural era lasted for thousands of years. Whether it was nomadic people or farming culture, they all depended on land to survive. Otherwise, how could there be a saying that the land was opened to achieve success in a lifetime?

This is true for the Liao people and Jin people, including the Mongols who have already entered the historical stage. They are also like this. They are roaming the desert and do not know how to produce. The beautiful China has long been rich and prosperous for generations. As long as the Central Plains dynasty declines, they will flock in, plunder and plunder, and even occupy the land of magpie, becoming the leader of China.

To put it bluntly, this is an inevitable decision of productivity and a bloody process that will surely happen.

Either you die or I live.

There is no second way.

Changsun Hong said in a calm voice: "What the Master said is that it is impossible to be fully guaranteed by just paying money to seek peace."

Master Zhou stared at him, his eyes full of hope and said slowly: "You understand these things, but it's best, but it saves me a lot of words. Nowadays, fewer and fewer people understand this principle, and the majority of people who are selfish are. In the long run, this frog in the Song Dynasty will sooner or later be dipped in seasonings and into the stomachs of other people."

He sighed, "I am old and can't care about so much. I bury an old man with a cup of loess, but I don't care about the past and after death. Logically, I, a person who is half of my body, shouldn't think so much."

His hands were rubbed on the low table, his five fingers spread and squeezed them tightly, as if his inner excitement was like a wave of ups and downs.

Changsun Hong paid attention to Master Zhou's hand for the first time. The hand was yellow and bloodless, like a decayed branch, and the skin like bark was cracked. This was because of the traces left by years of hard work. Master Zhou did not receive the official position, and had no income after being demoted, and suffered a lot.

"But I'm not willing to give up!" Zhou Lang growled, and his five fingers turned into fists: "Eat the king's fortune and loyalty to the king. Even if I eat a piece of rice given to me by the official, I will fulfill my duties as a minister! I am incompetent and can only place all my hope on young people. Changsun Hong! You must remember to regain your hometown and avenge your shame and revenge, and you must not forget it for a moment! No matter where you can go in the future or whether you can be an official, you must stick to this concept in your heart. One day, the phoenix will fly to the sky, and I will make the whole world sound like I!"

Zhou Lang stood up, his thin body was like a green mountain and a river, and his cloth robe and silk scarf were like strong wind, floating around the world. He was standing normally, but it was like a surging air covering the sky, which made Changsun Hong almost unable to speak.

I thought there were only a few people with backbone in the Song Dynasty. I didn’t expect that there was an old man who stood up like a high place in this small state in Shu.

Preaching and nagging all turned into droplets at this moment. Changsun Hong completely changed his view of Master Zhou. That stereotyped teacher had turned into a fighter worthy of anyone's admiration.

"Changsun Hong will remember it and will never forget each other." At this moment, Changsun Hong seemed to be unable to find any other words.

Zhou Lang took a few deep breaths before controlling his passion. He was still standing, carrying his hands on his back, looking out the window with his eyebrows and eyes full of glare, just like he was writing a bloody letter in the Golden Palace back then.

The solidification of this moment made Changsun Hong remember Master Zhou today for many years.

....

Under the same sky, the four-way station of Chuanxia Road was located in Mianzhou, with the same sunshine.

This place is backed by the four routes of Chuanxia, ​​and the Qinling Mountains are facing the natural danger. You can enter the Guanzhong Plain after leaving the Chencang Sceiling Valley. The Song Dynasty has been moving forward here, with five prefectures and three passes, guarding the barrier of Bashu and blocking foreign enemies on the front line of the Qinling Mountains. Shu is mountainous and not conducive to cavalry. With this barrier, you can protect you from worry-free in Shu.

Mianzhou is located in the Hanzhong Plain and has no mountains around it. It is not a place that is conducive to defending, but is behind the barriers of the five states and three passes. Therefore, the city walls were not built, and the city was scattered on the vast plain, black.

The official residence of the 4th Chuanxia Road Pacification Commander occupied a huge piece of land on the southwest corner of the city, built with a corner building and a huge martial arts field for military parade exercises.

The residence and court of the commander were set up in the middle of the official residence, with three gates in front of them, countless soldiers and iron horses, which seemed to be majestic and tidy.

In the private house in the back hall, several people were discussing affairs in a flower hall, with doors and windows closed, like a secret room.

There were several people in the room, all of whom were frowning and frowning, as if they were in a state of disgrace. Although most of them were powerful generals of Kong Wu, they had no sense of a strong spirit.

One of the people sitting among them was wearing a civil servant, with a round neck and a regular dress made of silk, making it look gorgeous and noble. A fin with a squid head indicates that this is an official with a high official position. His belt, jade and leather boots are used to set off his wealth and honor to the next level.

In the wealth and glory of the country, this man was like others, with a pale face and a girl, and was anxious to sit and lie down. However, he was Gui Ruyuan, the commander of the Four Roads of Chuanxia.

"You said the Mongols had captured Muben City, Lizhou, and killed the town general Ma Zhong and Ma Yi?" Gui Ruyuan said anxiously, with sweat on his forehead.

"That's right! The defeated soldiers who escaped from there have reached Qifang Pass, and there will be no fake ones." Zhao Yanna, the commander of Xingyuan Prefecture, said in a deep voice. He was wearing a chain mail and had not left in military uniform. He probably had just rushed back from the front line.

Gui Ruyuan's forehead sweated more, and the river was smooth. A member of the person next to him tactfully handed the official a silk handkerchief. He grabbed it and wiped it, and then wet the handkerchief in a moment.

"Didn't the Mongolians send envoys to join us to form an alliance with us to attack Jin?" He wiped his sweat and kept shouting: "But here he sent troops to plunder and kill people and plunder the land. What is the purpose of it?"

The generals in the seat looked at each other, and no one made a sound.

"Tell me!" Gui Ruyuan furiously said: "I'm spending so much money on you on weekdays, can't I give up a single fart at this time?"
Chapter completed!