Chapter 370: The water of Jiuquan is strong, which can boost the courage of heroes!
Li Daoxuan flew back to Xuandu Temple on a cloud and broke through to the late stage of Yin Shen. He found that his resistance to dragon energy had also increased a lot, and the mana consumed was not as much as before.
As he passed over Chang'an, his eyes fixed.
Because the originally wide and tidy streets below now became fragmented, and even some shops were affected, as if they had experienced a war.
Li Daoxuan vaguely felt that something seemed to have happened in Chang'an during the time when he was breaking through.
He pressed down the cloud and landed in an empty place, then headed to the most prosperous restaurant in Chang'an, where the news was the most well-informed. If anything big happened in Chang'an, there would definitely be people talking about it there.
As expected, as soon as he entered the restaurant, he heard a lot of noise. Some were indignant, some were shaking their heads and sighing, and some were even cursing.
"Too rampant, that evil monk is so presumptuous, is there no law in Chang'an City?"
"Lord Wang was doing his duty in Chang'an and protecting our safety, but he was forcibly captured by that evil monk, and we could only watch helplessly. Alas!"
"If it weren't for the sudden change in the weather, that evil monk would have entered the Taiji Palace and humiliated Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty should send troops to kill the evil monk on the spot!"
Some people are dejected and pessimistic.
"Kill? Not to mention that the evil monk has powerful magic skills. Even if we can kill him, we dare not. He is the Turkic national teacher and is highly regarded by Jili Khan!"
"Do you want to experience the enemy at the gates again in the ninth year of Wude?"
Hearing this, many people fell silent.
Although they were indignant about this matter, the great disaster in the ninth year of Wude made many people terrified. On that day, an army of 200,000 Turks arrived at the city of Chang'an and stationed on the north bank of the Wei River, with flags flying for dozens of miles.
Jili Khan even made a bold statement that he would capture Chang'an and massacre the city for seven days!
At that time, Li Shimin had just ended the Xuanwu Gate Incident, his regime was not stable, there was a shortage of troops in Chang'an City, and the people were in panic. No one thought that Chang'an could be defended.
Li Shimin was brave and resolute. He did not go directly to negotiate peace. Instead, he first sent his general Yuchi Gong to fight a fierce battle with the Turks in the Jingyang area. He won the battle, but did not damage the foundation of the Turks.
Afterwards, Li Shimin, with the momentum of a great victory, led only six riders to the Wei River and had a dialogue with Jie Li across the water. The two sides finally negotiated peace on the Wei River Bridge and made an alliance by beheading a white horse, thus saving the city of Chang'an.
As the price for the Turkic withdrawal, the Tang Dynasty had to pay tribute and acknowledge the Turks as its vassal, and contribute a large amount of food and property. It was very humiliating, but it was the best result Li Shimin could have achieved at the time.
After the Weishui Alliance, although the people of Chang'an did not suffer from the disaster of war, they were in panic and fear. Whenever they thought of that incident, they still felt a lingering fear.
Everyone in the restaurant fell silent; no one wanted to go through the Weishui Alliance again.
At this time, the Tang people had not yet forged the pride to attract all nations to come to them for tribute. Facing the overbearing and tyrannical Turks, they were both angry and fearful.
At this moment, someone suddenly whispered, "It is said that there are immortals protecting Chang'an. Some time ago, when the Xiao Mansion caught fire, someone saw an immortal on the clouds who took away all the flames!"
"Yes, the sudden change in the sky today scared away the evil monk. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened!"
"But if there really is an immortal protecting us, why hasn't it rained for so long?"
After hearing this, many people hesitated and could not answer.
Li Daoxuan sat by the window of the restaurant without saying a word, listening quietly to everyone's conversation. He looked at the sunset, but his expression became increasingly indifferent.
Wang Bo was captured by the evil monk and was accepted as a disciple by Misaluo. This move was extremely vicious!
Wang Bo's master, in order to protect innocent children, endured the collapse of mountains and rocks with his flesh and blood, and died at the hands of Misaluo. However, the evil monk asked Misaluo to accept him as his disciple . He is so cruel!
Master Wang Bo and his apprentice had both worked hard to protect the people of the Tang Dynasty. If they were really forcibly accepted as disciples by the evil monk, it would not only be a humiliation to the bad guys, but also a spiritual blow to the Tang Dynasty.
Besides, even if there were no such noble causes, Li Daoxuan would not sit idly by.
The reason is simple, Wang Bo is his friend.
He stood up and looked around at the dejected and silent people, feeling a little disappointed.
Those who carry firewood for the public should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.
Li Daoxuan understood their silence and cowardice, because they had no power, but understanding was one thing, and when he thought of the densely packed tombstones in the Yingling Mausoleum and the bad guys like Lou Xiaoyun who calmly went to their deaths, he couldn't help feeling a little choked up.
He walked towards the door.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, loud and clear.
"In October of the first year of Zhenguan, my restaurant was haunted. Captain Wang personally came out and killed the ghost. Not only did he save the restaurant, he also saved my family!"
The old shopkeeper of Chang'an Restaurant came out holding a jar of wine. He placed the wine on the table with a determined look.
Someone saw the jar of wine and asked in surprise, "Isn't this the jar of century-old wine? I heard it's Lao Zhang's lifeblood. Why are you willing to take it out today?"
The old shopkeeper touched the jar of wine and said in a sonorous voice, "Back then, Champion Marquis Huo Qubing conquered the Xiongnu and defeated them. Emperor Wu of Han rewarded him with a jar of fine wine. Champion Marquis poured the fine wine into the spring and invited the soldiers of the three armies to drink together. That's how we have Jiuquan County today!"
A hint of pride appeared on his face, and he smiled and said, "I am from Jiuquan. This wine has been brewed with the water of Jiuquan for a hundred years. It is my heirloom. I originally planned to pass it on to my descendants, but now..."
He patted the wine jar and said loudly: "I know there are many hidden talents in Chang'an City. If anyone is willing to rescue Captain Wang, I will offer this wine to you. In the future, all the fine wines in my Chang'an Restaurant will be available for you to drink, and I won't charge you a penny!"
He looked around, only to find that everyone was looking down.
The old shopkeeper's expression darkened. He actually knew that there was little hope for this matter, but this was already the most precious thing he could offer.
He shook his head, sighed, and was about to put the wine back.
However, a clear voice was heard. It was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. It was sonorous and powerful, like a jade bell.
“Good wine, good people.”
The old shopkeeper was startled, and saw a young Taoist priest with a handsome face and extraordinary temperament appear in front of him. He wore a Taoist hairpin, had long hair like ink, and was dressed in a moon-colored Taoist robe. He held a Qilin jade whisk in his hand, and his eyes were like the morning star.
Seeing that he was young, the old shopkeeper advised: "Little kid, you are still young. This is too dangerous. You should -"
The young Taoist smiled, took off the gourd from his waist, and said, "Collect!"
The next moment, a large jar of fine wine suddenly rushed out and poured into the gourd. The rich aroma of the wine quickly filled the entire restaurant, making people salivate and eager to drink.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. They saw that a small gourd could actually hold the entire jar of wine without leaking a single drop!
The young Taoist priest picked up the gourd and took a sip of the century-old wine. His eyes lit up and he laughed, "The water from Jiuquan is strong, enough to boost one's courage. That's right!"
"Hundreds of years ago, the Champion Marquis defeated the Xiongnu and rode his horse across the northern desert. Today, I have drunk the water from the Jiuquan Spring. Although I am an outsider, I know what a Han man is!"
The young Taoist turned around and tried to leave.
The old shopkeeper knew that he had met an extraordinary person, and was excited. He asked quickly, "May I ask your name? No matter what the result is, you will be welcome to drink at my Chang'an Restaurant from now on!"
The young Taoist priest laughed loudly towards the sky, his heroic spirit reaching the sky.
"I am Li Daoxuan from Longhu Mountain. Wait until I rescue my brother, and then I will come to drink three hundred cups with you!"
