Sheng Fu

Chapter 570 Before the turning point
Seven days later, night fell.

Candles are brightly lit in the room, illuminating every corner of the room.

I don't know how the war in the northern border of the human race is going, but there is a news from the border of gods and demons that cheers up Yu Wenjun.

"My lord, the battle of Infinity broke out. The two sides fought a bloody battle. The demons had a slight upper hand. Each of them killed hundreds of thousands of people, and countless seriously injured. The battlefield fell into a brief silence."

"It's a head-to-head confrontation regardless of the cost." Nan Zhuo slowly reported.

Yu Wenjun leaned slightly on the throne, and on the table was Qianqiu Baishui. Because he thought of Gu Yong and Bei Hanfei, he drank Qianqiu Baishui. The most important thing was that Qianqiu Baishui did not affect his sleep at night.

After hearing about the battle situation, Mr. Yuwen was slightly surprised. The reason why he was slightly surprised was that he did not expect that the Demon Race King Wu and the Protoss Ji Yong would have a confrontation. This was somewhat youthful and not so shocking. A veteran who uses soldiers like a god, no one can find a reasonable breakthrough in the long-term confrontation, and there will inevitably be a bloody battle to open the situation.

"Is it just a slight upper hand?" Yuwen Junhu asked.

Yu Wenjun didn't know the background of the Protoss, but he always felt that this matter was not that simple.

Nan Zhuo bowed his head and replied humbly: "This is the information that the spies sent back. I will ask them to investigate again."

Yu Wenjun shook his head and said: "The next step is to keep to ourselves. After a big battle, the nerves of both sides will be extremely sensitive, and a little bit of spider silk and ants will be reflected in the eyes of the falcon."

As for whether to put down the flag or to wait for an opportunity to fight again, Mr. Yuwen is not easy to decide. In the hand-to-hand conversation with the Demon Lord, he did not see clearly the methods that the Demon Lord used.

"In a few days, I will come back." Yuwen Jun said.

Nan Zhuo hummed and stepped back slowly.

Looking at the Qianqiu Baishui on the table, Yu Wenjun raised his cup and took a sip, then returned to the depths of the Minghun Mountain, and with the help of the natural field here, crossed the void and left the demon world.

Human Race, North Sea.

The snowflakes are like knives, and the northern land has become thousands of mountains and white snow. In the depths of those villages, there must be many hunters with hounds busy. It is probably the same on the battlefield.

On the coast, in the fortress.

After nightfall, Chen Xuan didn't feel sleepy at all, holding the military book in his hand, he was looking over it meticulously, and the charcoal fire in the brazier estimated that it could last another hour or so.

There was a sound of light footsteps, Chen Xuan slowly put down the book of war, looked at the door, and asked in surprise, "Is this considered returning home on a snowy night?"

Yu Wenjun came slowly and said: "You have the final say, so then."

Chen Xuan didn't ask Yu Wenjun what he did these days, he only cared about the present.

"Yesterday, Bai Xiaowei came here and brought you a taste of traditional Chinese medicine." Chen Xuan's voice trembled slightly.

Yu Wenjun sat by the brazier, thinking in his heart, it would be great if there were two more sweet potatoes. His wife likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

Unfortunately not.

"What kind of traditional Chinese medicine is it?" Yu Wenjun asked calmly.

"Danggui!" Chen Xuan said with complicated feelings.

Yu Wenjun smiled helplessly: "Can I say they are shameless?"

Chen Xuan was in a heavy heart. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "If you think you can, then you can."

"On the battlefield, the Wuji battle has broken out, and both sides have died in battle. The demon army killed seven Wuji strongmen, and the human race killed six. It seems to have taken advantage of it, but my tribe has more Wuji strongmen who are seriously injured than the other side. Come out five."

"In this battle, we still have the upper hand."

Yu Wenjun knew a long time ago that the Human Emperor poured all his power into the treasury to secretly cultivate the Wuji strong man. Although such a Wuji strong man has a high level of cultivation, the well-trained war horse can be compared with the king of wild horses in the wilderness , after all, it's a bit off.

Recalling what he did in the imperial capital back then, Yu Wenjun found it quite interesting, how far would he go in order to force out those Wuji powerhouses who usually don't see the sun.

"How is it now?" Yu Wenjun continued to ask.

Chen Xuandao: "King Zhen'an and Yue Bo haven't made a move yet. It is estimated that there will be an earth-shattering battle in just half a month. The outcome is unpredictable. It is unpredictable, but in fact we are even more at a disadvantage."

The No. [-] general in the South had loneliness written all over his face.

Yu Wenjun finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Do you have sweet potatoes?"

"Roasting sweet potatoes is also a good pastime on winter nights. It is said that literati in the past dynasties liked it."

Chen Xuan said helplessly, "Are we like literati?"

Yu Wenjun said indifferently: "You can pretend that we are literati."

Chen Xuan: "..."

"No, I don't like to eat these. It is said that northerners like to eat sweet potatoes."

Yu Wenjun sighed, only feeling a little regretful.

"I see, everything will be as usual for you from now on." Yuwen Jun said.

Afterwards, Yu Wenjun crossed the void and left here.

Chen Xuan didn't feel too much emotion, and continued reading with the book of war in his hand.

On Mingyue Mountain, under the nine-story tower, little Huangyue had already fallen into a deep sleep, but Jing Peiyao's boudoir was still lit with a crystal lamp brought from the Spirit Race.

In a flash, Yu Wenjun came to Jing Peiyao's boudoir.

Jing Peiyao sat cross-legged on the couch, with a cool aura flowing around her. Compared with the incomparable Ziwei Zhenyuan, there was a world of difference.

The descendant of the Empress slowly opened her eyes, looked at her husband in front of her, and said with a little contempt: "Why did you come here secretly, just to show off your ability to cross the void?"

Yu Wenjun naturally sat down on the couch, lay down slowly, looked at the slightly dazzling ceiling, and said: "A great war broke out in the borderland of gods and demons, and the battle between the human race and the demon race is also going on, and we are about to face a big battle." The turning point of history, in recent days, I am afraid that little Huangyue will have to relax a little bit of her homework."

Jing Peiyao's cold breath suddenly became hot, like a round of steaming sun.

"Yeah, I've forgotten these days. Now that we are in a world of great controversy, in your opinion, we have to do something big before the new year?" Jing Peiyao asked humbly.

Yu Wenjun hummed, and led Yinglong and Chiyuan to join the frontal battlefield, which was not what he wanted, and it was unnecessary casualties.

It is the capital of the Yaozu country, and if you want to guard the emptiness, you may have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

It's just a possibility. As the saying goes, there must be a lack of encirclement, so that Yu Wenjun can see the opportunity, maybe he wants to let Yuwen Jun see the opportunity, but in any case, Yuwen Jun has to make a strong decision at the moment.

Hesitation will only make people gradually sink into the swamp of mediocrity.

Jing Peiyao looked at Yu Wenjun who was in a lazy posture at the moment, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you think?"

Yu Wenjun slowly closed his eyes, and said casually: "When we were parting from the dean in the imperial capital in the past, there was a joke that we would fight side by side once. border crossed."

"We need a sword that is sharp enough."

"Are you looking forward to it?"

Jing Peiyao's heart sank, and she asked back: "The one from Nanshan Sword Sect is also a good choice."

Yu Wenjun said helplessly: "It's a pity that he broke his arm, and I'm afraid of Feng Shui."

This trip was extremely dangerous, and Jing Peiyao fell into a long silence.

(End of this chapter)