The devil is coming

Chapter 373 It hurts
Early the next morning, A Ming came to the military tent where Zheng Fan was.
Si Niang has already gotten up and is making noodles.
Seeing A Ming coming, Siniang asked:
"Eat something?"
"Add some human blood and I'll eat it."
"Okay, I can add it."
"Really?"
"Add."
"Isn't it bad? Your Majesty, you need to eat later, right?"
"of course."
"Then it's better not to add it."
After adding it in, the master ate it and thought, don't say that I am the last one this time, I really might have to repeat the grade.
It is not allowed to be naughty in emergency situations.
for a while,
Zheng Fan walked out,
When Uncle Zheng walked out of the tent, his knees were shaking and he held his waist.
Upon seeing this, A Ming looked away, sat down, and looked at Siniang again.
Si Niang shook her head slightly.
A Ming sighed helplessly.
everything,
It's all in it.
Uncle Zheng also sat down next to him. He was obviously a sixth-grade martial artist, but at this moment he really felt that the waist position was no longer his.
"call……"
Zheng Fan reached out and took the bowl of noodles from Siniang's hand, and began to eat.
A Ming opened his mouth and said:
"My lord, he went to see the child yesterday."
Zheng Fan nodded, but he didn't look too surprised.
"I also had a fight with Shatuo Queshi. He can open the second level like the Sword Master."
Hearing these words, Zheng Fan reluctantly put the noodles in his hands in front of him, and suddenly felt that the noodles did not taste good.
But what to say,
I am somewhat used to it, and I am used to being hit.
Of course, I have actually made progress in this life. Compared with the "Dad Ma" and "Sicong Husband" in my previous life who existed without any feeling,
At least in this life, I have learned to be "jealous".
Because we can also use "distance" to measure each other. No matter how far away we are, at least we have a concept.
"Is Shatuo Queshi okay?" Zheng Fan asked.
"There's no problem, he didn't do anything serious."
"Well, that sounds a little sad."
This is the same emotion as the blind man last night. No matter what, before the sword master recovers, Shatuo Queshi can be regarded as the highest individual combat power of his own side.
"Okay, you guys pack up and I'll go say goodbye to Tian Wujing."
"Yes, my lord."
After Zheng Fan left, A Ming took out his water bag, took a sip of blood, and said:
"It looks like it will be difficult this time."
Siniang nodded and said: "The magic pill didn't move either."
"Ah."
Generally speaking, the demon kings who are easiest to be promoted are actually Siniang and Mowan.
One is the person in the room;
One is his biological son.
When the two of them are now a little helpless, the other demon kings can only watch from the sidelines. No matter how anxious they are, there is no place to exert their efforts.
Siniang put away the pots and dishes, washed her hands with water, and said:
"After we return to Snow Customs this time, let's get together and have a meeting."
The Lord has advanced,
But this time, the advancement of these demon kings is no longer as simple as who licks whom first.
"What a coincidence, the blind man said so too."
……
Zheng Fan arrived outside the commander's tent and walked in after being informed by his personal guards.
Tian Wujing was sitting by the couch. It seemed that he had just gotten up and was getting dressed.
"Your Majesty, I will return to Xuehaiguan in the end. This time, I would like to thank you for your cultivation."
Why did Tian Wujing call him here specifically? Zheng Fan knew in his heart that the biggest purpose was actually to see this "scenery" for himself;
As for the advancement, it can only be regarded as incidental.
It's a bit like master and apprentice holding a graduation ceremony with the blood and corpses of 4 people;
At the same time, allowing myself to pass on orders to kill prisoners will certainly put me on the Chu people's "blacklist" forever.
But it is undoubtedly equivalent to raising one's hand and announcing to the entire Jingnan Army,
He Zheng Fan,
Can speak on behalf of King Jingnan.
Two generations of human beings,
In fact, Zheng Fan's family in his previous life was not very harmonious.
But throughout this life, I have indeed felt a feeling of being cared for by an "elder brother" between these two people.
One is the Sha Tuo Que Stone, which originated from my gluttony during the march, plus I kowtowed first in the spirit of kowtowing.
When Lao Sha was alive, he actually didn't get along with him for long. Who would have thought that after Lao Sha died, he became his constant companion.
The second one is Tian Wujing.
Tian Wujing was really tolerant of himself. Zheng Fan didn't hide some things, but Tian Wujing just pretended not to see them.
There is actually a tacit understanding between the two parties that both parties are accustomed to.
In fact, sometimes during the "time of wise men",
It’s easy to let your mind wander.
A top third-level warrior like Sword Master Wada Wujing can forcefully activate the second-level sword in a short time to gain extremely terrifying strength.
Uncle Zheng can do it too,
For example, last night,
I entered the "realm of saints" several times,
Light another cigarette, resupplied from the blind man,
My thoughts are wandering,
Suddenly I felt,
If Liang Cheng is allowed to tinker with Shatuo Queshi in the future, so that he can become as normal as he was before his death, and Tian Wujing is allowed to take his godson and everyone together to live in seclusion in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, it seems that Not bad either.
But after getting up in the morning,
In addition to strong soreness in the waist,
The moment my hand touched the armor,
Then I suddenly realized,
Dreams are dreams, reality is reality after all.
Naturally, Tian Wujing didn't know where Zheng Fan's thoughts had wandered, so he just warned:
"This time when I return to Xue Customs, I can legitimately establish a pattern. I need to be more careful with my subordinates. Don't delegate all the powers, and don't be reluctant to delegate them at all."
This is a warning.
Although, the last thing Uncle Zheng needs is this kind of warning, because throughout the ages, it seems that no hero has such a good team foundation.
Not only are they strong in abilities, but they won't rebel on their own, because aside from the interest in "making trouble" in life, none of the seven demon kings seems to really like sitting in that chair.
But when your elders say these words to you, they show their care for you. You should not think that your elders are verbose.
"The prince's teachings will definitely be kept in mind."
Tian Wujing nodded,
Then he said:
"Although I have said that I am not planning to attack the snowfield again in recent years, you must not let up on the matters in the snowfield. You can handle things on your own by dividing, pulling together, collaborating, and weakening;
At the same time, your Xueguan needs to have [-] cavalry on stand, ready to be dispatched at any time to the south to defend Nanguan. I judge that it is one thing that the Chu people dare not fight, but if the Chu people really want to fight..."
Speaking of which,
A calm smile appeared on Tian Wujing's lips,
"I can help you change this count into a marquis."
"Your Majesty, in fact, I don't care much about these false titles. Just like you, Your Majesty, the imperial court's decree of punishment may be coming soon. Are you a prince or a marquis? For the Jingnan Army, for the Eastern Expedition Army, for the What's the difference in the whole Dayan?"
Last night, Lao Tian had fought against Shatuo Queshi, so he should have known some of his little secrets.
Therefore, when speaking, you can actually be a little more relaxed.
Faced with Zheng Fan's "excessive measures",
Tian Wujing was not angry;
Instead asked:
"Zheng Fan."
"The end is here."
"Do your job well and do what you should do."
"Yes, my lord!"
In fact, it felt like Zheng Fan felt that Tian Wujing must have something to say in the end but didn't say it in the end.
But since they don't want to talk about it, forget it. Uncle Zheng doesn't have the confidence to dare to ask King Jingnan to get to the bottom of it.
Not far after leaving the handsome tent, he saw Chen Yang waiting for him there.
Zheng Fan wanted to move, and it was still a long way from Wangjiang to Xue Customs. Chen Yang was arranged by Tian Wujing to help Zheng Fan escort the relocation team.
"Brother Zheng, can we set off?"
"I've kept you waiting for a long time. Let's go."
The team set off again. With the help of five thousand Jingnan Army knights led by Chen Yang, the team's marching speed and order were greatly improved.
If these migrating people are compared to sheep, then these knights traveling between them are equivalent to shepherd dogs.
Of course, the so-called feudal officials themselves are herdsmen for the emperor. The word "shepherd" has already explained everything.
Zheng Fan didn't need to worry about the details of the relocation team. On the second day of the team's march, he was invited out by Chen Yang, and each took a hundred riders to hunt in a nearby forest.
Even if they were delayed for half a day, it would be very easy for them to catch up with the team on fast horses, and they could enjoy their leisure time as much as they wanted.
Due to savage raids, the aboriginal population in these places has decreased significantly. Correspondingly, some animals in the mountains and forests have become more active. Even in villages where people have left their houses, some wild animals can occasionally be seen. Travel through it.
The devastation and harm caused to the people by war is truly immeasurable.
However, Uncle Zheng didn't feel too "sentimental" about anything, because after all, he was one of the people who reaped the dividends of the war, so it was extremely shameful to pick up his job and put it down to curse his mother.
Chen Yang shot a deer,
Uncle Zheng shot a little white rabbit to death.
Subsequently,
The two of them let the guards out to move around freely.
The two leaders sat down in front of a campfire.
Several soldiers took their prey to the stream to clean and process it.
"Brother Zheng, our prince treats you very well. I have been with the prince for more than ten years, and I am considered an old man in the Jingnan Army. To tell the truth, I am really jealous of you, brother."
In the opening remarks, you must first say something nice and lay the groundwork so that everyone can get used to it before getting to the main topic.
"Your Majesty is truly as kind as a mountain to me."
"Actually, the prince is very miserable. Others don't know it, but we know it. I believe that you, Brother Zheng, must also know it."
Zheng Fan nodded and habitually took out the "Zhonghua" brand small iron box from his arms.
At the same time, he also took out a cigarette and handed it to Chen Yang.
When talking, if you want to take the initiative or interrupt someone else's initiative, you have to learn to use this method to temporarily change the topic.
In fact, Zheng Fan knew what Chen Yang wanted to say to him.
now,
The general soldiers of the Zhenbei Army have become much more at ease.
Because the Marquis of Zhenbei, oh no, the current King of Zhenbei, has completely let go of his posture.
But the Jingnan Army was different.
To put it bluntly, in the past few years in Dayan, the Jingnan Army was responsible for half of the battle to open Jin. However, whether it was attacking Jin's capital, entering the snowfields, or expelling the savages, they were actually fighting in Tianwu. It was carried out under the command of Jingnan with the Jingnan Army as the main force.
What is a proud soldier?
This is the proud warrior!
Given the atmosphere of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, or if Tian Wujing's majesty failed to intimidate all the generals in the army,
This group of Jingnan Army generals have already done something to help their boss wear a "yellow robe".
Chen Yang put the cigarette in front of his nose, sniffed it, and said:
"This thing hurts the lungs."
People who practice martial arts and serve in the army naturally have their own understanding of these "herbal medicines".
Things like tobacco were introduced from the west, and the first country they arrived at was the State of Yan.
It's just that the people of Yan are really "boring".
I don’t fall asleep, I don’t smoke tobacco, I’m not very masculine, and I don’t like golden lotus and thin waist.
Of course, if human nature is not controlled and interfered with, it is an inevitable trend to enjoy and degenerate. However, if the king does not do anything to "be good for the top," it will naturally be impossible to talk about how the bottom will prosper.
Zheng Fan silently lit a cigarette for himself with a fire stick.
Road:
"Just to relieve my boredom."
Chen Yang didn't smoke, but he took the exquisite-looking cigarette into his arms and continued the previous topic:
"Actually, on that day when Madam was in trouble, a few of us knelt down in the Marquis' Mansion. Before you came, we were trying to persuade the Prince to start an army.
Your prince, you are worthy of Dayan in the slightest, but Dayan, from the court to the common people, has failed my prince a lot! "
After all, their status is different.
In the past, I was just a garrison or city watchman. Whether it was from the Zhenbei Army or the Jingnan Army, when they wanted to win over me, they would always pay attention to "stop at the right moment".
But now, I am qualified for equal dialogue.
Not to mention going to the card table to play cards, but standing by and watching, no one will come to drive me away.
Therefore, this statement becomes straightforward.
"Brother, I actually understand what you mean and what everyone means, so let's get straight to the point.
If the prince says he wants to be the emperor and he wants this country,
I was definitely the first to stand up for it.
Maybe my qualifications are not as old as yours, and I haven’t spent as much time with the prince as you, but if the prince becomes the emperor, I will definitely benefit the most, don’t you think? "
Chen Yang nodded. These words were indeed irrefutable.
Because even they know some news about the young prince.
"But who calls our prince, he doesn't want to rebel, so this is the most painful part for our prince." Zheng Fan said with emotion.
"Yes, the prince doesn't want to rebel, and he won't."
"Then let's continue to wait. Why are we in such a hurry?" Zheng Fan changed the topic and took the initiative directly. "Brother, I will go to guard the Snow Customs this time. It will probably become a phenomenon in a few years." .
Brother, you and Brother Ren Juan all have their own stations. The land of Sanjin has indeed been destroyed due to numerous wars in recent years, but after a few years of rest and recuperation, it was once The place where Sanjin Knights are produced.
In a few years, our Jingnan Army will have stronger soldiers and stronger horses. By then, we will be able to do whatever we want to do with much ease. "
Uncle Zheng still likes farming.
The nine-character mantra of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, "Build the city high, accumulate grain widely, and slowly become king", has always been followed by Uncle Zheng.
If you can survive, do it first.
A person who knows how to be stubborn,
Luck is never too bad.
Chen Yang sighed,
Road:
"I'm afraid that by then, the prince's mind has not changed."
At this time,
I don’t know how it happened.
Zheng Fan suddenly said something,
Chen Yang's eyes immediately widened;
In fact, Zheng Fan didn't know why he said this sentence. Maybe it was just a flash of inspiration. Even he himself couldn't tell whether this sentence represented his own thoughts or whether it was just a slip of the tongue. .
That sentence is:
"We also have the young prince, right?"
……
Spring is already strong in other places, and it is almost getting into the rhythm of summer, but here in Xueguan, because it is adjacent to the snowfield, the taste of spring has just begun to taste.
The Juggernaut's bed was moved to the yard, and he needed to bask in the sun.
The Hakka family, who was previously taken in by Zheng Fan, was tasked with temporarily helping to take care of the Sword Master after Zheng Fan left.
At this time, Xue San was sitting on the eaves in the yard, with three legs hanging below, shaking.
The sword master was reclining on the bed,
After receiving the woman's letter, the Juggernaut became extremely proactive in his own recovery.
Even if you can't regain your previous strength or practice martial arts, at least you have to stand up.
She couldn't let her neighbors tease her about finding a paralytic in the future.
No, after having just walked around the yard with difficulty for several times with the support of Hakka, the sweaty Juggernaut had to sit down and rest.
Opposite the Sword Master, sitting was the Savage King.
His hands and feet were cuffed, and the cuffs were designed by Xue San himself.
The sword master reached for a piece of persimmon cake, put it into his mouth, and sipped it slowly while signaling to the Savage King;
"Come on?"
"okay."
The Savage King was not polite and took a piece of persimmon with both hands. Because the shackles were a bit heavy, he simply knelt on the ground and ate it with his butt sticking out.
"Virtue."
The sword master teased.
"Oh, it's sweet and delicious."
The Savage King seems to be used to showing people this way.
In fact, people here will no longer be deceived by this kind of gesture, but how can I put it, it is difficult to change some personal habits in a short period of time, because it has almost become a kind of instinct.
The Sword Master of Jin and the Savage King were sitting so close to each other in the yard.
This seems like an unimaginable thing,
But it did happen.
It was the Sword Master who took the initiative to see the Savage King.
Naturally, Xue San must satisfy the Sword Master's request unconditionally, even if he is now a useless person.
The Kingdom of Jin is gone,
The Savage King’s grand hegemony is gone,
Due to the Savage Rebellion, many Jin people died, and most of the barbarians who entered the customs were killed. The few who survived were now working as laborers outside the Snow Customs, and were squeezed for their blood and sweat.
After finishing the persimmon cake, the Savage King sat on the ground, licking the residue at the corner of his mouth.
Road:
"I never thought you would want to see me again."
"What's the harm in meeting you?"
"Oh, I just think that as a majestic swordsman, you shouldn't do such a thing."
"Sword Saint is also a human being. It is a title given by people in the world. Besides, where can a true saint come from in this world?"
"Too."
Let go of hatred,
Let go of grudges with a smile,
That's naturally impossible,
The more people die, the less likely it is to be solved.
Xue San looked at the sky from time to time, looked down at the situation below from time to time, and yawned from time to time. He was not interested in the exchanges between the two people below.
The Savage King looked at the Sword Master as if admiring a famous sword. Even though the Sword Master had been disabled at this time, the Savage King knew that a large part of the reason why he was defeated was because of the sword in front of him. The sword killed Grimu.
If Grimu was still there, it was hard to say whether the Sheng Le Army could hold the Snow Customs.
It's just that the most painful thing in the world is an "if", because if you live well, where is the use of "if"?
"Are you talking to me?" the Savage King asked.
Take me out of the dungeon and just sit here?
The sword master seemed a little tired and said:
"I can't kill you, so I don't know what to say."
"You can kill me."
The Savage King raised his head, looked at Xue San sitting on the eaves, and continued:
"They value you very much. If you take a step back and give them more conditions in exchange for killing me, they won't hesitate."
"Ah."
The Juggernaut smiled.
"Don't believe it?" the Savage King asked.
The sword master closed his eyes, then slowly shook his head and said:
"I believe."
The Earl of Yan named Zheng Fan seemed to have more confidence in himself than he did.
He felt he could recover;
"We can't urinate in the same pot, but when we open our mouths to talk to each other, we smell like mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It's so strong that it's choking."
"Indeed." The sword master agreed.
"But look, the weather is really nice today, and I have to thank you for letting me come out to see the sun. So, are you really not going to say anything?"
"I'm thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
"I'm thinking of what I should say to you. It needs to be said in a way that relieves my anger, but not too superficial, lest I fall behind and be seen clearly by you."
I called you here because I wanted to tease you and have some fun, but I didn’t want it to be too simple and boring.
"Tsk, I really didn't expect that you would have such an idea. This is really not what the legendary Sword Master should be like."
"What should the Sword Master... look like?"
"A sword, when the blade comes out, a person's head will fall to the ground. It must have a bit of fairy spirit and not be stained by dust."
"That was me before."
"Co-author, have you changed?"
"Change, people will change."
"A sword would rather break than bend."
"But the one who wields the sword is always a human being. The sword is nothing without the human being."
The Savage King nodded thoughtfully and said:
"I have learned a lesson. Just like after I lost my direct soldiers, I became nothing."
The sword master suddenly stretched out his hand to support the bed, sat up straight, and shouted:
"Miss guest, bring over the clothes that Zheng prepared for me."
Keshi obeyed the instructions and came over holding several sets of neatly folded clothes.
The sword master pointed at these clothes,
Road:
"I used to have a sweetheart in Shengle City, who had a son and a mother-in-law. Hearing that I was paralyzed, she didn't dislike her and said she would take care of me for the rest of my life.
It seems that in three or two days, people will arrive.
Anyway, you are not an outsider, so help me choose a set of clothes. I want to wear something to see her that day, but I have to choose something more energetic. "
The Savage King opened his mouth,
He smiled and then stopped, then he smiled again, and then he stopped,
The Savage King let out a long sigh,
The shackled hands poked his chest,
Slowly said:
"As expected of a sword master, this sword really hurts."
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That’s all for tonight, good night everyone, and sweet dreams.
(End of this chapter)