The lights of the oil lamp flashed, and the eyes behind the silver mask looked extremely strange.

Mo Shierlang put down the wine jar, "Bai Yelang... Humph, he's just a despicable and shameless liar. Lord Han, since you say you have nothing to do with him, then I advise you that if you really have the chance to see him in the future, don't have any connection with him..."

Han Mo said calmly: "Mo Shierlang, can you tell me who Bai Yelang... is it?"

"He is from Qingguo!" Mo Shierlang was very direct this time: "The people of Qingguo are so cunning, he is a first-class liar in Qingguo Middle School."

Han Mo was stunned. Only today did he realize that his senior brother was actually from Qingguo, but only from Qingguo. Why did he wander around Yan?

With Bai Yelang's martial arts cultivation, in Qingguo, wealth and honor should be within reach.

Qing State is a country governing civilized, but it does not value culture over military affairs. Because of the existence of the saint general Shang Zhongli, the people of Qing State also respected military generals very much.

"He is from Qing, then... is he from Qing?" Han Mo asked at Mo Shierlang.

In fact, Han Mo was also very confused about the origin of this group of monks. Although Master Xuanji was very kind and knowledgeable about Buddhism, their appearance was quite strange.

I suddenly came to this dilapidated and gloomy ancient temple a few years ago and took root here. So where did they come from?

Mo Shierlang laughed: "My disciples are the family in the world, and the temple is the family. We are now monks in this temple, and we can also be considered from Yan!"

Han Mo knew that he didn't want to say it, so he smiled faintly.

"Mr. Han, Tai Chi Step, you know that it is the Eight Trigrams!" Mo Shierlang stared at Han Mo and said, "Have you only learned the three Trigrams?"

Han Mo frowned.

When Bai Yelang first told him about Tai Chi step, he said that he only understood the three hexagrams of steps. Last time he saw Mo Shierlang at Centipede Ridge. After hearing what Mo Shierlang said at that time, he felt that Bai Yelang's words were probably a problem.

Bai Yelang may not only understand the three hexagrams, but only know the three hexagrams.

"Your Excellency has also said that I don't know what Tai Chi step is, you can do it!" Han Mo calmly said: "Do you mean that you have understood the other five hexagram steps of Tai Chi step?"

Mo Shierlang's eyes flashed and he suddenly said, "Mr. Han, make a deal?"

"I understand what you mean. You want me to teach you the three hexagrams Tai Chi step I know." Han Mo laughed and said, "It's just that you are destined to suffer a loss in this transaction!"

"Oh?" Mo Shierlang said, "How can I see it?"

"If you want to learn my three hexagrams, you always have to exchange them for them that I don't know." Han Mo said with a smile: "I will take advantage of the three hexagrams to exchange for the five hexagrams, and you... will naturally suffer a loss!"

Mo Shierlang shook his head and said, "No, no, as long as you add an answer, we will be even!"

“What’s the problem?”

Mo Shierlang stared at Han Mo and asked softly: "Can you tell me where did your three hexagrams Tai Chi step come from?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "Can you tell me where your five hexagrams Tai Chi step comes from?"

The two of them looked at each other with sharp eyes, and they didn't look like giving in. After a while, they suddenly laughed, as if they thought it was a very interesting thing.

"Then I'll tell you!" Mo Shierlang stared at Han Mo, "Tai Chi step is the secret skill of Datongtian Temple in Qing Kingdom, and one of the five unique skills of Datongtian Temple!"

Han Mo frowned and was a little surprised. Only then did he realize that this Tai Chi step was actually a martial arts skill of Qing Kingdom.

"What is Datongtian Temple...?" Han Mo couldn't help asking.

Mo Shierlang's eyes showed anger: "That's not something, it's the first temple in the royal family of Qing Kingdom, and the ancient temple in the Zhenguo of Qing Kingdom!" After a pause, he said slowly: "It was once the place where the royal family of Qing Kingdom sacrificed the sky. Every year, Emperor Qing would go to Datongtian Temple to worship Buddha and worship the sky, praying for the prosperity of Qing Kingdom and the peace of the people and good weather!"

Han Mo frowned and said, "Why add a once? Could it be... Emperor Qing is not worshiping the sky in Datongtian Temple now?"

Mo Shierlang did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment before saying, "You don't need to know this. You know where this Tai Chi step comes from."

Han Mo smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to say that you learned your Tai Chi step from Datongtian Temple?"

Mo Shierlang did not answer, but asked back: "You should tell me where did you learn your Tai Chi step? If you want to learn the other five hexagrams of Tai Chi step, you should tell me!"

Han Mo shrugged: "Actually, I tell you, you may not believe it!"

"Speak up, believe it or not, it depends on whether you are telling the truth!" Mo Shierlang said in a deep voice.

Han Mo sighed: "Actually...it sounds strange. I met a strange person in Guli. He said he was destined to be with me, so he inexplicably taught me this strange set of footwork in Guli. Things... It's so strange that I don't know who that person is!"

Mo Shierlang's eyes were flashing with a strange light, staring at Han Mo for a moment, and then said, "Do you... think I will believe it?"

"I don't even believe it myself." Han Mo sighed and shook his head: "It seems that our deal cannot be done."

Mo Shierlang said slowly: "The five unique skills of Datongtian Temple are all extremely profound martial arts. This Tai Chi step is a rare mysterious step technique in the world. The combination of the Eight Trigrams must be amazingly powerful. If you practice it proficiently, I am afraid that even the famous generals in the ten directions may not touch your body... When you want to learn, you can find me and buy and sell it... It will always be effective!"

Han Mo smiled and stood up: "It's dark, Han Mo is busy with official duties and can't stay here for a long time."

Mo Shierlang said: "Don't worry, those people here will never be in danger!"

"Thank you!" Han Mogong bowed his hand, without saying much, turned around and was about to go out. When he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around: "Music disciples, do you still have to hide your true nature?"

Mo Shierlang knew that he was talking about masks and said lightly: "Do you want to see my face?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "It just feels strange!"

"Then you leave with curiosity." Mo Shierlang said lightly: "I'm just afraid that you will regret seeing my face!"

Han Mo thought about it, but stopped talking, pushed the door out, and brought it with him.

When Mo Shierlang heard Han Mo's footsteps go away, he picked up the beads on the table, held up with one hand, and started counting beads to chant Buddha's name. After a moment, he opened his eyes and murmured to himself: "Han Mo, if you don't tell me where Bai Yelang is, I will find him by myself one day!"

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On April 28, 2018, the 9th year of Pingguang in Yanli, some well-informed people in Yichun knew that just a few days ago, a violent incident occurred in Yanjing City.

It is said that one night, the Ministry of War suddenly issued a transfer order, mobilizing the Langjia Camp and Yingxiang Camp of the Imperial Army in Yanjing. With a lightning speed, it launched a thunderous military operation that night.

Hundreds of officials of the He tribe in Yanjing City were almost arrested overnight, and dozens of mansions were banned. That night, the nine gates of Yanjing City were closed and the entire capital was martial law.

The people in the capital knew that something big happened and hid at home. They saw teams of iron-clad imperial guards holding torches and holding cold weapons passing through the streets and alleys of Yanjing City.

There were also those court officials who were like ghosts, who didn't know which department they belonged to, and they occasionally passed by the door like ghosts, which made the people in the capital feel a little frightened.

They are not afraid of ghosts at this time, but are afraid that this sudden chaos will affect the fish in the pond.

But everything seemed to be very smooth. This night did not turn into a bloody night-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Therefore, many people in the capital clearly saw teams of tied prisoners passing through various streets under the spears and swords of the Imperial Guard and gathered at the largest prison in the Ministry of Justice in the capital.

Among the prisoners, there were men and women, old and young. Looking at their outfits, there were dignitaries, ladies, ladies, young masters, servants and slaves, with different identities and sobbing. They seemed to be heard on every street, and they looked very miserable.

Wailing sounds permeated the solemn Yanjing City.

The people soon knew that these prisoners were all officials and family members of the He family in Beijing. The cabinet issued the ultimate order. After careful layout, they caught all the He tribe officials in the Beijing overnight.

Although it is undeniable that there must be a few fish that missed the net, there is no doubt that the escape of several small shrimps and fish will not affect the overall situation. The main officials of the He clan and their families were either killed on the spot while resisting, or they became prisoners of the Imperial Guard.

It was early morning, and a long line of troops was walking on a not-so-wide street in Yanjing City. Hundreds of imperial guards were separated on both sides, with iron armor and frost in their hands, holding sharp spears, and in the middle were He people with iron shackles. There were nearly a hundred prisoners, who were the owners and slaves of the Minister of Justice's Mansion.

The Minister of Justice was He Qingzhi's mansion. There were nearly a hundred maids and servants in the family.

Officials in Beijing, especially senior officials of this type of aristocratic families, are usually from their own tribesmen, just like Han Xuanchang's Minister of Rites Mansion. The servants in them are brought from Donghai, and for safety reasons. Relatively speaking, the people in their own tribe are always loyal. The group of servants in Heqing's mansion also came from Yichun County, so all the people in the entire mansion were arrested.

The heavy iron shackles made the prisoners of the He clan walk very slowly.

Among the prisoners in this team, there was a young man in Jinyi in the middle. He was also shackled and looked extremely embarrassed. His face was even more confused.

Overnight, from a noble son of a noble family to a prisoner, He Junyi has not come back to his senses.

Are you lost in a life of luxury and a happy life like this?

What will happen next? Will you die?

He Junyi's eyes were dull and he walked in the crowd with heavy iron shackles. The majesty of the noble son in the past had long disappeared, and the glory of the nobleman in the past was just a cloud of clouds!

Turning a street, I saw a luxurious carriage parked next to the intersection. When I saw the prisoners coming, I jumped out of the carriage and looked at the despair of He Junyi from afar.

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ps: After all, the powerful minister is a book that is happy for everyone to read, and what he pursues is readability. As for the pursuit of historical details, it is all a cloud of clouds for me.

History books filled with blockbuster materials can be found on many websites, and those you like can even read on Baidu, haha. For the desert, what you pursue is to write wonderful stories, write some people, and write some things.

So I try to write the politics, struggle and struggle of the court as much as possible, and more intuitively as possible. Many people know that the real court is very dull. I write it, but I am afraid that no one will read it.

I am just a little shrimp who writes stories. What I pursue is to let everyone who likes powerful officials walk through a wonderful story with me...that's all!

Of course, I can do it. I am confident that I have a good understanding of Chinese history, but my fiction is to break free from the constraints, give my story more room for development, and have my own independent thinking logic. Therefore, my book will not be changed by anyone's language. The powerful ministers are the desert who think about it word by word, word by word, and things that are thought out in a sentence. In fashionable words, we must maintain absolute "original", hahaha!

If you don’t have to compare this book with other books, for example, if my wisdom in books is weaker than some books, I don’t admit it, that is equivalent to saying that my IQ is weaker than others. Can I accept this? So I often think privately that many books become popular, their advantages will be exaggerated, and it seems that other people’s IQ will be weaker, haha.

The IQ of the desert has always been very coquettish, haha.

Okay, I talk a lot today, which also means that I will continue to follow my own logic when writing books.
Chapter completed!