Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 510 The Political Council: The Red Dust Refining the Heart (6)

"What kind of fairy method is this?" The prince looked cold, and the bow in his hand had already been drawn.

"Your Highness?" Yang Qiming didn't think a bow was useful, and was about to persuade him not to do meaningless things, but his eyes couldn't help but stick to the arrow.

This arrow is not exquisite, with a range of 300 steps, any high-level warrior can do it.

It shot quickly and flatly into the Mingtang army, like a small pebble dropped into the sea.

Then it accidentally caused a tsunami.

The disappeared soldiers reappeared in everyone's sight!

The generals of Mingtang were in doubt, and the army was in surprise. At this time, screams came from the edge of the battlefield, and the two-winged dragon, wolf and cavalry rushed in from east to west. After gathering, they were like a sharp blade that tore through Mingtang's formation and divided the battlefield into three parts. A part was surrounded for in-circle fighting, or unilateral massacres.

Longlang, the weakest one is also a low-level warrior, more than twice as strong as ordinary soldiers.

And the accompanying guards, no more and no less than three thousand, are all at the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Add another 30 Shimenguan soldiers, and you still need to discuss it?

"How is the formation of mortals?" Yi Changsheng patted Yang Qiming on the shoulder, and left without looking at the results on the battlefield.

Obviously the hand has left, but Yang Qiming feels that there is still a thousand catties on his shoulders. It is the weight of promises, trust, and affirmations, but it is also very light, as if a frightened bird flies across the water, bringing tranquil and distant comfort.

Yang Qiming burst into tears, staring motionlessly at the noble crown prince's crown robe, that thin but towering mountain man punched his chest, dissipating the stagnant energy accumulated over the years.

He responded loudly, "Happy!"

The blood of the soldiers who were forced to guard for many years was boiling, and this battle was fought with joy!
Finally, on this dilapidated battlefield, the blood-stained hands raised the weapon, and the numb face turned up to the tower, and began to become vivid.

"Immortal God of War, glory forever!"

"Dragon wolf iron cavalry, unparalleled in the world!"

"Immortal God of War, glory forever!"

"Dragon wolf cavalry, unparalleled in the world!"

The battlefield has always been treacherous, and changes often only happen in a flash. You Shan's Ming Tang army, which was able to win more with less, fell into a big pit this time. The invincible immortal formation was broken, and the soldiers were crushed. The monks and warriors were chased and intercepted by the dragon and wolf again, and they were defeated for a while, so they had to retreat in a hurry.

To the west of Shimenguan, there is a plain named Zherong on the Heshan Road, which is now the garrison of the coalition forces of the southwestern princes.When Mingtang launched the general attack horn, the troops from all over the Shu area rushed to respond.It's just that the assembly has not been completed yet, and the news of the defeat of the battle arrives first.

The generals are afraid of the miraculous formation and morale will be low, so when the formation is broken, their confidence is higher than ever.

The opposite is also true. Since Xu Weixian came to Mingtang's army, it seems to have been assisted by magic soldiers. Throughout the history of Daqian wars, it is rare for him to win without fighting. Soldiers without blood. Potluck.

At the beginning, when there was a storm, he frightened the county magistrates of a city to rush to be recruited.

Ming Tang's army fought smoothly under his strategizing, but this failure frightened them.

"How should this be?"

"Quickly ask the prime minister to think of a way."

While the princes in the camp were still arguing about the defeat, the scouts suddenly came to report, "The Prince himself has led the troops to Heshan Road!"

In an instant, the whole tent exploded, and Xu Weixian sat down at the head of Mingtang King calmly, "Don't panic, I have already set up a maze in Heshan Road."

King Ming Tang loosened his fist on his knee, and everyone took a breath, but just after they stopped, a man with blood rushed in, stumbled on the ground, and said intermittently: "The maze has been broken."

"What!" King Mingtang stood up in shock, "Who is this prince!"

If it wasn't for the presence of many people, he couldn't bear to ask Xu Weixian if the prince was a fairy like him.

Xu Weixian's unmoving eyes finally changed. He pinched his fingers and counted, his brows were heavy, and he ordered in an orderly manner amidst everyone's expectations for a long time.

"Where are the disciples of Gudao Temple?"

"Amitabha." The Buddha's name came from outside the tent, and a monk in a white cassock came forward, "The poor monk Yuanjue came to help in the name of the abbot."

"Yuanjue, isn't that the senior brother of Gudaosi?" A general was very excited and asked, "Are your one hundred and eight Arhats here?"

Yuanjue's brows are clear and shallow, compared to the title of eminent monk in the martial arts world, "Buddha's skills are profound, and his Zen heart is ancestral virtue", he is more like a young man raised by Qingshui Lanzhi who knows nothing about sorrow. He nodded and said, "Here we come."

Everyone couldn't help smiling, Mingtang King looked outside the tent, "Why don't you see the people from Xuanyin Palace?"

"It may be later." Xu Weixian cast his eyes on Yuanjue, "At that time, please ask the master to lead the monks to help."

Yuanjue didn't answer on the spot, but said, "The poor monk has a question, can the benefactor explain it?"

"Excuse me."

"It is said that there are endless wars in the east, Wuhuzhuang, Yellow Crane Tower, Yishanmen and other Jianghu sects all evacuated, but for some reason they disappeared?"

Xu Weixian looked at Yuanjue's penetrating eyes, and couldn't help smiling bitterly, "You will see them."

Yuanjue recited a sentence of the Buddha's name and said nothing more.

Xu Weixian continued the unfinished order and sent all the battalion soldiers to defend the city, and they must hold on to Zherong City before the arrival of reinforcements.

"The last order, Li Chen!"

A Taoist robed youth stepped out from his side, "The disciple is here."

"You..." Xu Weixian hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly heard hearty laughter from the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Xu is doing well recently."

Xu Weixian gasped, his expression changed suddenly, and he walked towards the bamboo forest with a flick of his sleeves.

At this time, the dawn has just arrived, the mist in the bamboo forest is misty, and the dewdrops on the leaves are about to drop.He heard the sound of gulping water and occasionally a few words of laughter, and when he walked to the depths, he saw a middle-aged man in a coarse cloth jacket and a bamboo hat pulling a branch and talking to the boy in crescent moon how to plant bamboo.

The boy pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the middle-aged man was talking excitedly, regardless of whether he wanted to listen or not.

Xu Weixian hesitated, "But Venerable Hengdao?"

"You're here," Heng Dao patted the boy on the shoulder, "Look at what I brought you?"

"." I can't handle the familiarity at all.

What did "." bring, referring to me?

Xu Wei first glanced at Hengdao, who was honest and simple like a mountain farmer, suppressed his surprise, and looked at the boy carefully.

Looking at it this way, one can see a somewhat familiar look, "Are you Lin Yi's child?"

Lin Yi is the real name of Sancai Scholar.

Hearing Xu Weixian say his father's name, the boy's eyes suddenly became complicated, both sad and resentful, and he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

Xu Weixian reassured, "Your family learned the Sancai Juan, which is a profound martial arts secret book and a superficial way of cultivating the Tao. It is the speculative carrier of my sect's unique learning spread in the world. Your father almost touched the threshold of Taoism and was accepted as a registered disciple by me." , It’s a pity that he died young, let me ask you, are you willing to follow me to ask.”

The boy was stupefied and could only sum up one meaning. This good-looking man was his father's master, so he hurriedly asked, "Can you avenge me?"

Xu Weixian frowned indistinctly, and said with a smile, "Boy, once you enter the Taoist sect, you have to bid farewell to the world, and you can't touch the affairs of the world!"

The boy was anxious, and said with red eyes, "You lied, isn't Shigong the prime minister of Mingtang? If Shigong can be prime minister, I can be a general. I want to go back to Dagan and kill those bad guys!"

Xu Wei first patted his head and called Li Chen, "Take him down and have a good sleep."

(End of this chapter)