Yang Lin went all the way north and was not in a hurry on the way.

Just stop and go, feed the horses and stay in the hotel.

It took more than half a month to reach the boundary of Jingzhao Mansion.

The folk customs here are different from those south of the Yangtze River.

The Jin Kingdom ruled for a long time, and most of the Jin nobles were superior. The Han people did not regard themselves as Song people, but regarded themselves as Jin people.

Even if life is hard to endure, you just accept your fate and don't have much resistance.

Yang Lin saw this and couldn't help but shake his head.

I know in my heart that this place has actually been naturalized by the Jin Kingdom for a long time and has long lost the foundation of people's support.

Even if the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty came across the river, it would still have to spend a lot of effort to rule here.

Because the people of this generation, as well as the people of the previous generation, only know about the Jin Dynasty but not about the Song Dynasty.

How do you make them cherish their motherland?

At the same time, he also completely understood.

Why did some disciples of the Quanzhen sect, including Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, have their own positions during the war between Song and Jin Dynasties? When resisting the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, some traitors emerged one after another.

People's hearts at this time cannot be analyzed through the eyes of future generations.

Because some of them were not originally from the Song Dynasty.

I have been a Jin person since the day I was born. I was born and raised here, and was ruled by the Jin people. I have a very weak concept of the nation and the country, and naturally I don’t have that much sentiment.

What's more, the Quanzhen Sect is a transcendent sect, and it generally emphasizes the practice of escaping from the world.

At most, I think about how to carry forward the sect and live up to the reputation of our ancestors.

I really don’t have much interest in worldly affairs, family, country and world.

This is just like Huang Rong and Yang Lin discussing the war between Song and Jin Dynasties and the threat of Mongolia in the store.

The little girl Pianzi has lived on Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea since she was a child. She knows neither Jin nor Song Dynasty.

Not to mention having too much affection for the court and officials.

She can comment on the national war very calmly, just like an outsider, without much bias at all.

Because she is from Peach Blossom Island, to be precise, she is an overseas person.

When I was young, I was influenced by Huang Yaoshi, a man who did not follow the etiquette and laws and did not care about the righteousness of his family and country. He was both good and evil.

Naturally, it becomes self-centered.

Therefore, the butt decides the position and cannot use one's own thoughts to measure the good and evil of these ancients.

Of course, Yang Lin's trip to Zhongnan was not to study these important family and national affairs.

He came to learn art.

This morning, after passing Puguang Temple and walking for more than an hour, I saw a pavilion surrounded by golden lotuses in front of me.

He knew that it was almost here, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"I wonder if the real Yuyangzi is back?

I began to think that Sha Tongtian's matter would not be settled quickly, so I would definitely visit the mountain gate in March or April.

It’s not even February yet, but it’s a little early.”

After the battle with Sha Tongtian, Yang Lin saw clearly his strengths and weaknesses.

His advantage is his extremely powerful physical body, huge Qi and blood, and ferocious strength.

The weakness is that there is no advanced internal strength training, many very useful methods are missing, and it is not very helpful in prolonging life.

Everything else is fine. When it comes to fighting, it's a huge weakness that you can't imbue your internal strength into your weapons like a master of internal strength.

If you encounter a treacherous person like Peng Lianhu, whose skill is higher than yours, and you channel your inner strength into weapons to attack, you will be helpless.

I don't even have the strength to use it.

Because, he knew that a weapon with internal power could turn ordinary iron into a magical weapon in an instant.

No matter how powerful you are, if you can't fight with weapons, you will suffer even more losses with your fists and kicks.

Yang Lin's heart became even more anxious when he thought that the Qi Yuan Martial Arts was still an inferior basic breathing technique, Deadwood Mind Technique, above the light screen of the martial arts order.

Going all the way up, it was almost noon. Yang Lin walked past a rock formation that looked like a woman holding a child, and saw a vast expanse of land in front of her.

Looking from a distance, the mountains are full of pavilions and palaces.

“What a big dojo.”

Looking at a large number of buildings surrounded by white clouds.

Yang Lin couldn't help but sigh secretly.

It is quite a pity to think about how a sect of this scale flourished and died suddenly.

At this time, the Quanzhen Sect was on the rise.

Not long after, it will develop into a behemoth with three thousand Taoist temples and eighty thousand disciples.

Dominated in Hebei, powerful throughout the world.

This is the spirit of the Quanzhen Sect, the number one sect in the world.

The names of the Quanzhen Seven Sons are also resounding throughout the south and north of the Yangtze River, and everyone admires them regardless of whether they are good or evil.

Wang Chongyang was able to single-handedly create such a sect, and also passed down various martial arts and Taoist scriptures that were enough to prosper the great sect. His talent and talents are truly admirable.

Unfortunately, I went a little early.

I don’t know if something went wrong while practicing martial arts or Taoism.

Yang Lin could only imagine the past events of his predecessors. To know what happened, he had to go up the mountain to learn and practice before he could understand.

"Don't leave, the witch, and fight Tiangang Beidou..."

As I was going up the mountain, looking at the scenery, and thinking about the great deeds of the ancients, I heard a loud shout in the distance.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old woman in a yellow dress was giggling.

His figure flew and changed, and he clicked twice on the grass like flowers and willows, and he came quickly.

From time to time, he would stop and exchange swords with the Taoist priest behind him like a dancing snake.

Seeing that several Taoist priests were about to surround them, she didn't bother much. She just waved a few bright silver needles and shot them out, scaring the few people to avoid them. The siege had already broken down.

"Give me your thoughts, and for the sake of your neighbors, I will spare you this time. Miss Mochou will not make any mistakes."

A young Taoist priest with a Chinese-style face and a majestic look on his face moved forward like a heavy sword. He pushed forward with each sword, not seeking merit, but seeking no faults.

"My beautiful lady, Naihe, is a thief. Li Mochou, you can't escape."

Another handsome Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a jade hairpin was also chasing after him. His long sword was light and agile, and he stabbed down with a cold light.

"Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping, you people have completely disgraced Chongyang Master.

It’s really not irritating for so many people to beat me up as a female prostitute.”

Forced by the swords of the two men, Li Mochou had the time to speak sarcastically, but there was already a trace of anxiety on her brows.

She drew her sword like a snake, twisting and turning, and her body shape changed and jumped, as if dancing.

From time to time, the sword would be caught in the palm of the hand, and the palm of the hand would turn red and black.

When the fingertip pops out, a silver needle shoots out.

Yang Lin was far away, so he could see clearly.

Li Mochou was concerned about the disciples catching up from behind and setting up the Tiangang Beidou Formation, so she fought and retreated, but could not escape.

The one who escapes will always suffer more than the one who pursues.

With Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping alone, they can at most be on a par with her and force her to escape. It is impossible.

I just don’t know what mentality the two sides are fighting over.

"Yes, after all, you have come up the mountain to become a disciple. It's not good to just sit idly by when you see your future fellow apprentices in such a mess."

Of course, he didn't even bother to sneak attack Li Mochou.

I just made a decision and haven't taken action yet.

Several people had already run not far in front of him while fighting.
Chapter completed!