Back Off, Let Me Come

Kang Shi said loudly: "Your Majesty, I also invite you to fight."

Although it is a bit unethical to say this, I have to say this - the opportunity for a scribe-fighting general is rare in a century. In the past, when scribes went out to fight, they would either blow the trumpet of victory and charge into the battle with the army to pick up a few heads and have fun; or the building would be facing water and the situation would be such that their lives were hanging by a thread. Even the precious scribes had to raise their heads. sword.

Of course, this is a special case, Lord.

He never thought that he could be a warrior again in his life.

Kang Shi dared to stand out, and others also wanted to join in the fun.

They also knew that Chu Yao and others had spoken, and the possibility of their request for a battle being allowed was extremely slim, and they still wanted to experience the "fun" of being a military commander. The ministers were so belligerent, Xun Zhen looked at his colleagues on the left and right, and silently took back his half-step.

Jimo Qiu waited for a while and silently added up the numbers.

At this time, Shen Tang's attention was focused on Chu Yao and the others: "Wuhui, Tunan, I know your intentions, but the second battle is crucial. I believe Wu Zhaode's team is at this level, but I don't believe that back then The same will happen to the old ministers of the Wu Kingdom."

There are usually three battles between the two sides. If the overall strength of the two sides is close and they are not sure about each other, they will agree to fight five battles in order to gain an opportunity to widen the overall gap with the increase in morale. Both Wu Zhaode and Shen Tang had a tacit understanding to avoid the latter, and only three games would determine the outcome.

The first game is often a trial between both sides.

Yu Zi was in a panic and unexpectedly won.

The pressure was not only put on Wu Xian, but also on Lao Dengwenshi. No matter what, the latter will not sit back and watch this game and lose: "...If it is the person sent by Wu Zhaode, I am not worried, but what if it is the person worshiped by the Eternal Life Sect?"

As soon as Chu Yao and others heard this, they knew that this matter was no good.

It's just that after thinking about it for a while, they couldn't think of a candidate who could be a sure winner for their side. They couldn't take the initiative themselves, right? Judging from the arrow she just shot, her current strength is severely limited. Literary scholars are not as durable as brave warriors.

"Who does the Lord want to send?"

Shen Tang didn't say anything, just looked at the corner.

Everyone followed her gaze.

Jimo Qiu, who had never been surrounded by so many people at the same time, was a little embarrassed and at a loss. The young man still had a bit of childishness, his fair face was flushed with disappointment, but his heart was full of joy. He stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, I won't disappoint you."

Gong Xiqiu was also visibly relieved.

As the younger brother, he has always been aware of his elder brother's troubles - as the high priest, Mama does not need the high priest to do anything. Just because there are so many loyal, capable and willing subordinates under Mama's tent, the subordinates can do everything the high priest can do, and the subordinates can find ways to do what the high priest cannot do.

Mama doesn't need a high priest at all.

Not only that, he is quite polite to his brother.

It was this politeness that made my brother anxious and painful.

Only outsiders need to be polite, and domestic people don't need to be polite at all. In theory, the high priest should be closer than domestic people.

The monarch gives his ministers a salary and a high position in exchange for the latter's loyalty. The two belong to a superior-subordinate relationship, and the high priest is her vassal. Allow him to follow and look up to you, and you can order him to do everything his subordinates can do without paying any extra price.

Gong Xiqiu didn't quite understand this.

Maybe that's why he couldn't become high priest?

He doesn't like working for nothing.

In his opinion, anything given away for free will not be cherished, and the same applies to people. The eldest brother's betrayal of Bai GanGong cannot make Mama pay too much attention to him - among Chu Yao, Qi Shan and Gu Chi, which one has no bones? Taking himself as an example, how many games did he play with Mama? The few injuries she sustained were caused by herself.

If everyone here is a plate of dishes, I am a stewed pig's trotters, the meat is fragrant and the bones are hard, and Chu Yao and the others are a plate of crispy bones, which tastes crunchy and crunchy. Where is the eldest brother? The eldest brother is just a pot of simmered broth, without bones, and you just have to gnaw on him.

Mama doesn't seem to understand this very well.

As the high priest, the eldest brother was naturally in pain.

Now that he is finally put to use, for the high priest whose lifelong pursuit is dedication and who devotes himself to serving the gods, this is truly worthy of universal celebration. Gong Xiqiu looked at his eldest brother who looked calm and shy on the surface, but in reality his heartbeat was beating two hundred times. Although he was happy for him, he couldn't help but curl his lips and muttered: "It's like living in the cold palace for a long time, and one day his name was called by someone above. "

From this perspective, it is understandable.

People who are favored will not think that opportunities are rare.

Shen Tang ordered Jimo Qiu to play the second game.

Gong Xiqiu shouted: "Brother, I will hold it for you."

The "it" he refers to is the stick. Each high priest has a wooden staff, and the origin of the staff varies. Some were created by the high priest using his own divine power, and some were created by the roots given by the gods. I don’t know what the situation of the eldest brother’s root was.

The old priest was also very precious to his wooden staff.

Gong Xiqiu could only get close contact with him when he was caught and beaten by the old priest. He was not even touched on weekdays. I never thought that my eldest brother also had this problem and would not let others touch the wooden stick easily. Gong Xiqiu had wanted to touch her for a long time, but he never found a chance to speak. Now that there is a ready reason, the eldest brother can't refuse, right?

Jimo Qiu did not refuse.

He just didn't forget to tell Gong Xiqiu to be careful about that flower.

Gong Xiqiu took the wooden stick with both hands, and the weight in his hand surprised him. This wooden stick looks light and light, but I never thought it weighed so much. The touch is not as rough as ordinary wood, but has the delicate feeling of holding jade. The moment he held it, the world Gong Xiqiu saw with his eyes changed drastically. Countless light spots of different colors fill the world. Everyone has a different color, some are single colors, some are mixed...

The colors of people like Chu Yao are particularly dazzling.

There is also a line extending from the body, heading in the same direction.

Gong Xiqiu subconsciously looked at Shen Tang's position.

She is clean and colorless.

Gong Xiqiu blinked his eyes, his eyes trembling with trembling eyes as he looked down at Shen Tang's feet. Where human feet should have been, there were countless intertwined illusory branches. Looking further up, Shen Tang was surrounded by an extremely familiar shadow.

The phantom wears a curtain hat, and through the tulle that falls from the curtain hat, a face that is a mixture of compassion and coldness can be vaguely seen. There is a delicate and small print on the corner of the forehead, and his hands are hanging on both sides. Gongxi Qiu suddenly remembered where he had seen it before. Isn't this a clan statue?

The statue of the clan's deity is holding hands together and its eyes are slightly lowered.

The phantom in front of him had his eyes open.

"It" seemed to realize that he was looking at "it", his eyes moved, and his emotionless gaze came over him. Gong Xiqiu suddenly lowered his head to avoid "it"'s eyes. Gong Xiqiu's heart beat like a drum, and the palm of his hand holding the wooden stick tightened at some point.

After a while, Gong Xiqiu raised his head cautiously.

Just meet "it"'s gaze.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

This shadow didn't do anything to him, he just nodded slightly in response, and then looked away again. Gong Xiqiu wanted to ask his eldest brother if he knew these things, but the men had already left the battle, so he could only swallow the question back. Even if he didn't ask, Gong Xiqiu probably knew the answer. The change in vision begins with holding the wooden stick. As the owner of the wooden stick, how could the eldest brother not know?

"...It's really magical."

Could it be that what we see before us is the essence of the world?

However, Gong Xiqiu was not interested in these philosophical questions and just studied the stick by himself. He found that not only could he see different things when holding the wooden stick in his hand, but he also had a vague feeling. The little red flowers on the wooden stick are very special.

Gongxi Qiuqiu went to poke it.

The petals were only slightly larger than the nail of his thumb, and the color was red and eye-catching. It was a very common wild flower on the roadside. For some reason, it grew on the wooden staff used by the high priest to communicate with the gods. Gong Xiqiu failed to control his strength and Hua Hua bent down sharply.

Gong Xiqiu was startled.

He was afraid that he would accidentally break the flower, so why didn't his brother break it?

Just as he was about to retract his hand, he saw a halo spreading around the little red flower, forming a "mouth" full of white fangs. As soon as he said it, Gong Xiqiu opened his mouth and gave Gong Xiqiu a bite.

It was obviously an insubstantial halo, but Gong Xiqiu was so painful that he almost jumped up on the spot. This was a heart-to-heart connection! Just when he was about to be unable to maintain his cold persona, the phantom that looked like a god raised his hand, and the little red flower seemed to have seen a terrible natural enemy, and closed the blooming petals with a snap, pretending to be dead.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

He looked at his intact fingers.

The pain just now seemed to be an illusion.

"what happened?"

Gong Xiqiu looked at the little red flower, and his hands trembled again.

"Ouch——"

Bitten again.

Gong Xiqiu didn't even have time to retract his hand.

The shadow looked over again and stopped.

Gongxiqiu bared his teeth and shook his fingers. He looked at the little red flower with eyes that made him want to uproot it. This time he stretched out his index finger and thumb, preparing to strangle its "throat".

As expected, two fingers were bitten again. Gong Xiqiu relied on Xuying's side and was not afraid at all. After going back and forth seven or eight times, Xiao Honghua completely shut herself off and stopped paying attention to Gong Xiqiu.

"Huh? Are you angry now?"

The flowers raised by the eldest brother have quite a bad temper. Gong Xiqiu secretly thought about getting some fertilizer for it, so that it could grow stronger. The little red flower seemed to know what he was thinking. The halo stretched into a long and thin whip and whipped the back of his hand hard. .

"Why did you hit someone again?"

"Aren't you happy to fertilize you?"

Gong Xiqiu was beaten to the point where he could hardly hold the wooden stick and could only move his left and right hands back and forth. To outsiders, it looked like he suddenly suffered from hysteria and went crazy on the spot. Shen Tang paid some attention and came over: "Gong Xiqiu, are you... dancing like a master?"

Gong Xiqiu was also affected by the inversion of civil and military affairs.

As a member of the Gongxi clan, maybe he did not become a Wenxin scribe, but became a temporary high priest? To succeed his brother in dancing?

When Shen Tang spoke, Little Red Flower was as obedient as if she had seen a ghost.

At first glance, it looks like an innocent white lotus.

Gong Xiqiu grinned: "No."

After saying that, he saw a slight smile appear on Xuying's cold and indifferent face, and when he looked at it carefully, it seemed like he had imagined it again.

Shen Tang raised his head and glanced at the sky in confusion.

I don’t understand why Gong Xiqiu keeps staring at his head.

It couldn't be that Kang Jishou had exerted his power, right?

Shen Tang's expression froze when he thought of the dark experiences of those years when shit was coming. He wished he could find someone to hold an umbrella now.

At this time, Jimo Qiu didn't know how many times Gongxi's enemy was in trouble, but he just rode a red horse and rushed out of the formation like a line of fire, raising his hand to turn into a weapon. He didn't know how to curse, and naturally he didn't know how to scold and provoke. He just said: "Jimo Qiu, please enlighten me."

Wu Xian, who had just agreed to dispatch manpower: "..."

Having experienced the Xiaocheng alliance and the Dragon Slaying Bureau, he was deeply impressed by this face: "Is it Gong Xi Qiu? No, not so young..."

Gong Xiqiu's temperament was very aggressive and wild, and he wanted to write the words "God's boss, my second son" on his face to show off, and he did not put anyone except Shen Tang in his eyes. This young general looked much gentler, at least not as arrogant as him.

Wu Xian has already determined the manpower for the battle.

As Shen Tang expected, this person was brought by the Imperial Master.

only--

"This person, let me come!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a black hand bone suddenly poked out from the ground and grabbed the general who was about to go into battle. This scene was so shocking that the general's heart skipped a beat. When he saw his feet clearly, he knelt down on one knee without hesitation and shouted: "I have seen the leader!"

Wu Xian was shocked!

Leader?

People who can use this title right now...

Wu Xian's heart sank again and again.

Before that, he had no trace of the leader of the Eternal Life Sect at all, let alone that he had been hiding underground! As this old voice sounded, the black bones broke out of the ground, and everyone saw the whole picture of the black bones. This frame is extremely broad. Even with a stooped back and before standing straight, it is still as high as the shoulders of an ordinary warrior. When it is completely stretched, it will stand out from the crowd.

The black skeleton walked towards the Imperial Master as if there was no one around, and called to the latter: "Uncle, let me come."

The two are actually uncle-nephew.

The Imperial Master said, "Why are you awake now?"

Heigu said: "Hey, I have to meet my old enemy."

The Imperial Master glanced at the red color in front of the formation.

Said: "It's not one of those people back then, it should be the new high priest of the Gongxi clan. I have heard about him before, and I never thought that I would meet him so soon. You haven't fully woken up yet, and you forced yourself out. I really don't think so. Will it affect your body?"

The flames in the black bone eye sockets jumped a few times.

It seems that the three-pointer is more vigorous than before.

"That little impact is nothing."

When he heard the other party calling himself "Jimo", he felt his empty soul trembling. He had not had this clear experience for hundreds of years. The imperial master saw that Hei Gu could not persuade him, so he did not stop him.

"In that case, then you—go and tear him into pieces!"

Hei Gu raised his palm and patted the Imperial Master lightly.

He strode over the soldiers' heads and walked toward Jimo Qiu with long strides. The closer we got, the louder the laughter floating in the air, the clearer and shriller it became. I saw a dark wind rising for no reason on the plains, and the two armies heard the wind sounding like the shrill wails of countless lonely ghosts.

People with low concentration bent over and vomited on the spot.

As the wind got stronger and stronger, countless black mist gathered towards the black bones, sticking to the surface of each bone layer after layer. Every time it takes a step, its flesh and bones become thicker. After nine steps, he suddenly transformed into a tall and mighty figure, wearing black armor, as if he were a ghost general crawling out of the eighteenth level. It looked at Jimo Qiu quietly and asked, "Jimo Qiu, are you from the Gongxi clan?"

It has a weird sound.

There seemed to be a hundred male and female voices speaking at the same time.

"yes."

Jimo Qiu responded calmly.

For a moment I didn’t know which face to look at.

Behind him, Gong Xiqiu subconsciously tightened his stick.

Just because he saw that the black-bone martial armor was not a martial armor, but a dense crowd of human faces, including men and women, old and young, all of whom, without exception, looked at his elder brother with hateful eyes.

Suddenly I was reminded that there is another monthly ticket post. There should be two posts in the book review area that can be participated in at the same time (monthly ticket posts for the dates of 3.10-3.20 and 3.15-3.25. The first one has less than fifty places, and the latter one still has less than 50 places. many.)