Baiyao braved the wind and snow to return to the tent.
Daji was cleaning, and he sat alone on the big seat, thinking silently.
The man’s performance proves that Western brainwashing is not complete.
The fact that soldiers in the army still have the ability to think for themselves is worth pondering.
If you are a true fanatical believer, you won't even listen to a word you say.
"Could it be that...in order to attract people to join the religion, they neglected the issue of ideological construction?!"
Baiyao's pupils shrank.
Zhunti and Jie Yinhuabei became saints and owed great merit to heaven. Now, the most important thing for them is to attract people to join the religion and increase their strength.
There are no competing sects, so there are no worries. For them, the ideological construction of the lower class can wait until later.
It seems there is a chance...
A bold plan gradually took shape in Baiyao's head.
At this time, a voice came from outside the big tent.
"I heard that Zhong asked for an audience and gave me my best wishes."
Baiyao's eyes lit up, he temporarily put aside his thoughts, got up and left the seat.
"Master, please come in quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhong walked in with a young woman in yellow clothes.
The woman has a beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament. After seeing Baiyao, she was surprised:
Is Humanity Da Zhu so young? Thought it was an old man.
Wen Zhong quickly introduced:
"Best wishes, this is my master, one of the four direct disciples of Jie Jiao, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit."
Baiyao smiled and said:
"I have admired you for a long time. The immortal's coming here really solves my urgent need."
Several people sat down around the stove.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, who was extremely unaccustomed to the rules of the world, said stiffly:
"Jin Ling came to see Da Zhu in accordance with Master's decree."
When Baiyao heard this, he was secretly happy.
Biyou Palace is located in Beiming. When he asked Wen Zhong to move reinforcements, he included a false news - he might die at any time in the next attack by enemy practitioners.
Just to make things more serious.
Da Zhu's death will bring a devastating blow to the morale of the army, and Wen Zhong will never dare to neglect it.
This place was too close to Beiming, and Bai Yao expected that he would go to Biyou Palace to ask for help, otherwise even if Mo Qilin was there, it would be too late to go to other places.
He had already written that letter.
The function library of the system sums up the methods of using the national luck in the great wishes of the past dynasties.
Among them is the ability to write letters using national fortunes.
The letters will continue to spread ripples of the country’s fortunes around.
Through the system, the intensity can be adjusted and reduced to a level that only a saint can perceive.
In short, it is an alarm clock that only saints can hear.
The Ripple of National Luck was created by the second Da Zhu. After the old man trapped the gods, he liked to use the Ripple of National Luck to mentally torture them to death.
The voice from the human realm can never be heard by a practitioner. For a practitioner, the human realm is an indescribable existence.
But this function does not consume national luck points.
It's just that there is too little national luck at the moment, and the ripples can't hurt anyone except for being a little noisy.
"Did the saint say anything after reading the letter?"
Baiyao Qing asked.
He wrote a lot in the letter, telling Lord Tongtian that he had seen the future of Jiejiao through "deduction":
Listed one after another.
The Holy Mother of Jinling, Zhao Gongming, Shi Tianjun...
Baiyao wrote down everything he knew, even the matter of the Master of Tongtian Sect setting up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
The meaning of the whole article is that instead of waiting for the interception masters to be divided up like goods, they will end up with the end that Zixiao Palace has thought about.
It would be better to prepare as soon as possible to disrupt the Great Tribulation of the Gods.
Baiyao clearly mentioned that he could change the fate of the Jie Jiao disciples, but he needed the support of a saint.
Of course, he also knew that the Tongtian leader would not place a bet on paper.
He needs to prove to the Golden Spirit Mother that he has this ability.
"No, Master just asked me to come see you."
Before the Golden Spirit Mother came in, she dispersed the body-protecting spiritual light, for fear that the white medicine would hit her and be shot to death by the spiritual light.
Baiyao showed a warm smile on his face and said to Wen Zhong:
"Can I talk to the Immortal alone?"
How could Wen Zhong have any objections? A letter alarmed the two saints, and even he dared not listen to it.
So he and Daji left together.
The lights flickered and Baiyao's eyes burned.
The usually fiery Madonna of the Golden Spirit seemed a little nervous at the moment, and she had no idea why the Master asked her to come here.
She took a deep breath and whispered:
"Great wishes, please tell me."
Baiyao opened his palm, a red light flashed, and a piece of kraft paper appeared.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was horrified to find that Heavenly Dao had disappeared.
She saw the young man in front of her approaching her and said softly:
"This thing is a human treasure and is on the list of gods."
…
The vast snowfield.
Peng Sha galloped on his horse.
"Yuan Futong is such a bastard!"
The wind and snow kept hitting Peng Sha's face, and the visibility was so low that he couldn't tell the direction at all.
Even people born and raised in the North would not go out in heavy snow.
Experience is of no use in such extreme circumstances.
But the Snow Gate has been broken. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he might have died by now.
Peng Sha could only keep running in the opposite direction of Xuemenguan. He had been running for an unknown number of days.
The food has been exhausted, and if the Beihai fleet is no longer found, he will either starve to death or freeze to death.
Suddenly, he vaguely saw a bright light ahead.
After a while, a brightly lit military camp appeared not far away.
On the flag that stood firm in the cold wind, there was a big "Yuan" painted on it.
"Isn't this bastard in Chongcheng?"
Peng Sha frowned.
At this time, two soldiers suddenly emerged from the snow beside him and threw him off his horse.
Peng Sha struggled and said:
"I am Peng Sha! I am part of the same group!"
A soldier tied him up and said with a smile:
"Peng Sha died at Xuemen Pass a long time ago!"
When Peng Sha heard this, he became very angry and cursed:
"Fuck you! Yuan Futong wanted to kill me! I didn't get what he wanted!"
Hearing this, the two soldiers looked at each other, picked up Peng Sha and walked towards the military camp.
Not long after, Peng Sha was thrown into a large tent.
Under the large map, Yuan Futong turned his head and said in surprise:
"He's not dead yet?"
Peng Sha's eyes turned red:
"You really want me to die! The reinforcements are here!"
Yuan Futong, wearing a fur coat, squatted in front of Peng Sha and said with a somewhat disappointed expression:
"The reinforcements have been wiped out."
He did not untie Peng Sha, but just asked:
"Have they entered the border?"
Peng Sha sneered:
"How can we defend with 20,000 people? If my soldiers hadn't piled up their lives, we wouldn't have been able to defend for three hours!"
Yuan Futong patted Peng Sha on the face and said with a smile:
"Just let Ziyao see us defending the city with all our might, and we won't hold you accountable for escaping from the battle."
He asked the guards to carry Peng Sha out and look at the map.
When he raised his army, he had 300,000 men.
Then Wen Zhong went north, and the little god appeared and sent 200,000 horses and supplies.
Yuan Futong liked to use those red-haired soldiers. He had never seen an army with such good military discipline. The combat effectiveness was extremely strong and they almost helped him invade Jizhou.
That night, the little fairy gave another 300,000 yuan.
Now, he has 800,000 troops and inexhaustible food and resources.
The city on the Chongcheng side was very strong. He left 200,000 people to defend the city to delay. He took the remaining 600,000 early and laid a big bag in the snowy field.
Yuan Futong stared at a certain spot on the map and said to himself:
"Dazhu, I will definitely eat your three hundred thousand."
