Back Off, Let Me Come

"The same era as Werder..."

Shen Tang felt a slight headache and rubbed his temples.

"Is it also the 20th grade Chehouhou?"

She thought of that troublesome, paranoid, mad critic, Old Den.

If Wenda hadn't had a bigger dream in mind, which caused the unequal information, Brother Tude had a fatal problem in his strategic layout. In one battle, all the elites were wiped out and their vitality was severely damaged. The battle in the Northern Desert would not have been like this. It's almost over. Now, another old man has appeared, and he has created a large-scale pheasant cult. The followers are widely distributed, which is more troublesome than Werder.

Kang Shi nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Shen Tang exhaled a breath of turbid air, spread his hands and said: "In this case, we can only resort to tactics, and the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth. No matter how powerful the twenty-year-old Chehou is, he is still a body of flesh and blood. He picked off his head and stabbed him. Heart, I don’t believe he can still live.”

Kang Shi's facial muscles seemed to be stiffer.

He said: "That person should not be flesh and blood."

A question mark popped up on Shen Tang's forehead: "What do you mean?"

"This person is almost like a half-step, between life and death. There are still legends about several famous generals in the old capital of King Wu. Every year on the anniversary of the death of King Wu, folk children will pretend to be them and parade around to worship their ancestors. The general is the image of the white bones. "Kang Shi also knew about this, but he didn't expect that this white-bone general and the leader of the Eternal Life Sect were the same person. These news were not the worst, Kang Shi said, "This man has been famous for longer than Yunda, and the Wu Kingdom has perished. At that time, he was already a twenty-level Chehou."

Shen Tang's heart sank a little.

Kang Shi added: "Since the birth of Thief Star, there are only three twenty-level Chehous who can be traced, and he is one of them."

There must have been more than three twenty-level Chehous born in more than two hundred years. However, a large number of documentary records were lost in the war. In addition, some generals retired and lived in seclusion, and their improvement in strength was not known to the outside world. It is clearly recorded Only so little.

That person can occupy a quota, which shows how important it is.

Shen Tang: "..."

She sighed: "It's really tricky."

He is still a tougher player than Werder.

Although Yunda established a sect, he pursued a casual and elite education. Only children who found a good match would be accepted into the sect. The scale was limited. Two disciples also joined Shen Tang's tent, which was regarded as making wedding clothes for her. . This Lao Deng is different. He casts a wide net and uses religion to develop followers. Shen Tang couldn't even imagine how many followers of the Eternal Life Sect there were in the southwest continent?

Tens of thousands?

Hundreds of thousands?

Millions or more?

Kang Shi looked at Shen Tang, who was looking sad, and hesitated to speak. He didn't know whether he should continue: "... During the parade to worship ancestors on the anniversary of Wu Guo's death, this military general must be accompanied by a scribe. This scribe After the fall of Wu Kingdom, he disappeared..."

Gu Chi said nervously: "What Ji Shou means..."

Kang Shi nodded bravely: "Just as you thought, this scribe retired with him. The literary spirit of the Wenxin scribe is not as masculine and violent as that of the valiant warrior, and it has a stronger warming effect on the muscles, bones, flesh and blood. , the life span will not be short."

This means that the literary scholar is still alive.

According to the legend circulated in the old land of Wu Kingdom, the two were uncle and nephew, and the mother remarried with a scribe and entered the family. In this precarious and chaotic world, children are hope. Even the children of the wife's ex-husband can be raised as children of the family as their own. Therefore, the uncle and nephew, who are close in age, played well and grew up together and developed a deep relationship. One with literature and one with martial arts, complementing each other.

As long as one person appears on the battlefield, another person will inevitably appear, so much so that there are still legends about the two in the old land of Wu Kingdom.

Shen Tang not only had to face an ancient martial artist, but also an ancient literary scholar. Just thinking about it gave her a headache. She asked Kang Shi: "How much information is there about this literary scholar? His way of being a scholar, his good use of military formations, and his spirit of speech? Can you find records of him going out to fight?"

Kang Shi could only shake his head regretfully.

It wasn't that he didn't want to look for it, but that the Wu Kingdom existed for too short a time. After its demise, the small countries that were destroyed by the Wu Kingdom recovered one after another, and there were more or less documents related to the destruction of the Wu Kingdom. The few records that have been handed down were mostly inherited by the countries built by Wu Guo's cronies, and very few were lost. However, it was not completely helpless. Kang Shi turned his attention to Qishan: "There may be records from the Gods Association. If the Gods Association doesn't have it, then it's really gone."

Qishan searches the memory in his mind.

He has basically read and recorded the documents of the Southwest Branch of the Society of Gods, and there is also a lot of content related to the Kingdom of Wu. There are indeed scribes and generals who meet the conditions Kang Shi said... there are indeed. Qishan's eyes brightened slightly, but soon they were replaced by disappointment: "There are indeed records related to the two of them in the library, but they are all life experiences, and there are few descriptions of military achievements. The only descriptions from scribes..."

Qishan paused for a moment, looking strange.

"There are only four words 'strange and brave'..."

It is a bit strange to place these four words on a literary scholar. After all, no one has succeeded in both civil and martial arts before the Lord. Who can a literary scholar with his little martial arts compete head-on? There are more records about the Bone General. This man's fighting method is similar to that of Gong Shuwu. He can not only command living people to fight, but also command dead people to fight. The dead people summoned are all his guards and confidants.

The combat effectiveness is quite terrifying.

Wherever the iron hoof passes, not a single blade of grass grows.

Shen Tang chewed the meaning of these four words carefully.

This is a literary scholar of the same generation as Werder!

She felt that it was difficult but also a little eager to try: "For an old antique who has lived a long time, the way of the scribe and the perfection of the scribe's way should be standard. But I don't know if he has been exposed to a higher level after practicing for so many years. …”

The system of literary scholars is different from that of brave warriors.

There are twenty levels of brave warriors. If you are promoted to the first level, you can brush up your proficiency as a scribe. There are only two ways to be a scribe: the initial state and the perfect state. I wonder if this Lao Deng has achieved Perfection PLUS after living for so long?

"We don't know anything about the enemy's intelligence, but don't panic. If this literary scholar dares to come, we will dare to rip his pants off! All we need to do is send out justice!"

Anyone's way of being a scribe is transparent to Luan Xin. Not only is it transparent, he can also copy and paste it for his own use.

What Shen Tang has to worry about is that the other party's scribes are too powerful. The old machine Zhengyi may not be able to lead him, but it is a great achievement to get the specific information: "Where are these uncles and nephews now?"

Kang Shi Youyou dropped a thunderbolt.

"The whereabouts of the leader of the Eternal Life Sect is not known, but the Wenxin scribe is now in Wu Xiangao Kingdom. He will most likely take action this time." The uncle and nephew have always been inseparable from Meng, and Meng is inseparable. If the war is stalemate, the leader of the Eternal Life Religion will most likely take it with him. His death guard comes on stage, and this battle is not going to be easy. Even if our own side resists, there are still a large number of followers of the Eternal Life Sect who continue to fight on the battlefield.

Shen Tang could only hold back one word: "6!"

For a moment she wanted to show off.

Anyway, the twelve-year countdown to the end of the world has begun.

If you really can't beat him, just lie down. Twelve years later, no matter whether he is the leader of the Eternal Life Sect or some old scribe, the Council of Gods, Wu Xian Gaoguo, Mei Meng, etc., they will all be defeated!

You will die early or late, so why not die early and queue up, and maybe drink Meng Po soup in advance to start your next life. Shen Tang was in a bad mood and greeted every enemy he could think of.

Gu Chi silently endured the collapse of his master.

Shen Tang's self-repair ability has always been strong, and his ability to withstand pressure is first-rate. After the collapse, he repaired silently. An idea flashed in his mind: "Ji Shou, you said that Wenxin scribe is already with Wu Xian of Gaoguo? His position in the Eternal Life Sect Is it an offering?"

"That's not clear."

The two corpses knew a lot of secrets by helping Mei Meng, but after all, they were not Mei Meng herself, and the information they knew as thugs was limited. Kang Shi wanted to interrogate Mei Meng, but he was also afraid of arousing the enemy. An accidental mistake would add fuel to the fire.

Although there is no definite answer, Shen Tang prefers that Feng Feng and Lao Deng scribe are the same person, and hopes that they are the same person. If there are two people, it means that Shen Tang not only has to deal with an old scholar with unknown strength, but also a mysterious man whose aura around him is reversed, and the world is reversed. That’s too miserable! Shen Tang sighed and rubbed his face, then gestured to the guards to summon the master and apprentice pair.

The master and disciple also have many secrets.

Maybe we can get some clues from them.

After a while, other people arrived one after another.

He came with a relaxed smile on his face.

In their opinion, with the great victory in the Northern Desert, the pressure on Kang State has been reduced sharply. Now the only enemy left is Gao State, which is 100% sure, and it will be over in less than half a year. After the Gao Kingdom is taken care of, the southwest countries will not dare to act rashly, and they will naturally feel relaxed. But as soon as they entered the tent, they discovered the low air pressure surrounding the tent. The source of the low air pressure was still the person sitting on the main seat. Everyone's hearts trembled, and their smiles unconsciously faded a bit. After saluting, they sat down silently, looking at their eyes, nose and heart, not daring to whisper or make a sound.

For a long time, Shen Tang looked around at the people in the camp.

"Is everyone here? Let's start when everyone is here."

He said and gave Kang Shi a wink.

Kang Shiyi would stand up, and under the eyes of everyone who were either curious or worried, he would tell the information about the two corpses one by one.

Everyone's reaction was much greater than that of Shen Tang. Some people took a deep breath, and some wanted to scratch their heads and ears. Zhao Fengnong raised his eyebrows and said, "It's really strange. Why are these 20th-grade Chehous all acting like possessed demons and have to stand opposite us and cause trouble?"

When Kang Guo was still a grassroots team, these warriors were looked down upon as normal, but now that the founding of the country has entered its sixth year, almost all other territories in the northwest continent have been taken over, except for Gao State, and the two territories of Shiwu in the Northern Desert have also been acquired. middle. Judging from the size of its territory, it is second only to the Kingdom of Wu in recorded history! There are people who need it, land where there is need, and there is always a surplus in cultural and military operations every year.

The most important thing is——

Their Lord is still very young!

The state of Ying Ming Shen Wu can be maintained for many years.

Not to mention attracting the attachment of powerful masters, at least not all of them will stand on the opposite side, right? Zhao Feng couldn't figure out what went wrong!

Zhao Feng's words resonated with everyone.

They all complained for Shen Tang.

You say something, I say something.

Qian Yong slapped his thigh and said with a loud voice: "How about this? They have twenty other Chehous, let's go and invite one too."

Shen Tang raised his eyebrows: "Uncle He has twenty messages from Marquis Che?"

Qian Yong: "No, but we can look for those famous generals who suddenly lived in seclusion. Maybe there will be a breakthrough."

This suggestion sounds ridiculous, but it is also feasible.

After the establishment of some small countries, if their own strength is not strong enough, they will indeed look for famous generals who have retired. Not to mention thorough recruitment, if you can attract the other party to your own territory and put a name on it, and then use the gimmick of a famous general to attract other talents, you will definitely make money.

It would be even better if you can impress a famous general and let him serve as an official.

Even if you can't, you can still recruit the descendants of highly-used generals.

The descendants have been cut off, can the ancestors still sit still?

There are indeed countries in history that have done this.

A small country, at the critical moment of its demise, summoned two 17th-level chariot commanders to help fight the war. There is not much difference in military strength between the two countries. They had fought more than a dozen games before, and the outcome was determined by a single battle at the end. As a result, two seventeenth-level chariot commanders emerged, completely tipping the balance and becoming the key to victory or defeat.

Shen Tang worked hard and was able to improvise.

Shen Tang: "..."

She looked at Qian Yong expressionlessly.

Sighing: "Not to mention where the twenty-second Chehou Hou will go to find it, even if you find it, how can you guarantee that the other party is reinforcements and not the enemy's reinforcements? It is better to rely on yourself than to pray to gods and Buddhas."

Qian Yong: "..."

This is indeed a problem.

He also found it strange that in the past, there were not many brave warriors who exceeded the sixteenth level. They were either enshrined by powerful countries, lived in seclusion somewhere, or sat in command. But it has been popping up for more than ten years, and everyone has died, and everyone has died, queuing up to report to the Lord of Hell, which is really evil.

There is something even more sinister.

Kang Guo's current configuration can dominate the country at any time, but at the moment, it feels like anyone can form a group and step on it. A person like Gao Guo can be blessed by twenty or so Chehous to show his prestige. Qian Yong felt aggrieved for Shen Tang.

Especially the generals with seven guards and four leaders.

Their strength is not weak, and Chu Jie, Wei Shou and his like are even more qualified to be included in the annals of history. Showing their fame can intimidate Xiao Xiao. As a result, they were all suppressed by stronger enemies, and their light dimmed.

Isn't this outrageous?

Thinking about it——

Qian Yong felt that the master in front of him was even more evil.

Which country would be so unlucky? After destroying an enemy, a stronger one would pop up, and they would not be so diligent in wheel battles.

Qian Yong complained in his heart, causing Gu Chi to look sideways.

He stared back and said in a low voice: "What are you looking at, Gu Yushi? Did this general say something wrong?"

Gu Chi: "..."

Well, that’s right.

The Lord is indeed very unlucky.

Just when everyone was frowning, a voice came from above the camp: "I know something about the uncle and nephew. The Gongxi clan has relatively complete records, so don't worry."

"Does Feng En know them?"

Gong Xiqiu jumped down from the top of the tent, holding a piece of slowly disappearing letter paper in his hand: "I just sent a letter to my elder brother about this. My elder brother replied that the twenty-level Chehou Hou has weaknesses and is easy to deal with. He is really difficult to deal with." We are dealing with that scribe... If you want to win a battle with them, you must use both civil and military skills in reverse. People who don’t understand them will often be caught off guard."

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Who on earth said that Yihe Qingtan smells good_(:з」∠)_

I blindly masturbated and gave it away. I sprayed the sample and almost sent me away...