"What kind of magic is this?" The prince's expression was cold, and the bow in his hand was already drawn.
"Your Highness?" Yang Qiming didn't think a bow was of any use. He was about to persuade him not to do meaningless things, but his eyes couldn't help but stick to the arrow.
This arrow is far from exquisite. It has a range of 300 steps, and any upper-level warrior can do it.
It shot into the Mingtang army quickly and flatly, like a pebble dropped into the sea.
Then a tsunami was accidentally caused.
The disappeared soldier reappeared in everyone's sight!
The soldiers of Mingtang were surprised and the army of Daqian was surprised. At this time, screams came from the edge of the battlefield. Two winged dragon and wolf cavalry rushed in from the east and west. After gathering together, they tore through Mingtang's formation like a sharp blade, dividing the battlefield into three. Several groups were surrounded and engaged in internal fighting, or in other words, unilateral massacre.
Dragon Wolf, the weakest one, is also a low-level warrior, more than twice as strong as an ordinary soldier.
The accompanying personal guards, no more than three thousand, were all at their peak.
If we add 300,000 Shimenguan soldiers, do you still need to discuss the slaughter?
"How is the mortal formation?" Yi Changsheng patted Yang Qiming's shoulder and left without looking at the results on the battlefield.
Obviously the hand has left, but Yang Qiming feels that there is still a thousand kilograms of weight on his shoulders. It is the weight of promise, the weight of trust, the weight of affirmation, but it is also very light, as if a giant flying across the water, bringing quiet and distant comfort.
Yang Qiming burst into tears and stared motionlessly at the noble crown prince's crown. The thin man looked like a towering mountain. He punched his chest, and the depression that had accumulated over the years dissipated.
He shouted back, "Happy!"
The soldiers who had been trapped for many years were excited. This battle was fought happily!
Finally, on this broken battlefield, the blood-stained hands raised weapons, and the numb faces looked up at the tower, and they began to become vivid.
"Immortal God of War, forever forged in glory!"
"The dragon and wolf cavalry are unparalleled in the world!"
"Immortal God of War, forever forged in glory!"
"The dragon and wolf cavalry are unparalleled in the world!"
The battlefield has always been treacherous, and changes often only occur in an instant. The Mingtang army, which is particularly good at defeating large numbers with less, fell into a big pit this time. The invincible immortal formation was broken, and the soldiers were crushed. The leader The monks and warriors were chased and intercepted by dragons and wolves again. They were defeated and had to retreat hastily.
There is a plain named Zhelong across the Heshan Road to the west of Shimenguan, which is now the headquarters of the coalition forces of the southwest princes. When Ming Tang launched the clarion call for a general attack, armies from all over Shu responded and rushed over. But before the assembly was completed, the news of the failure of the battle arrived first.
The soldiers of Daqian were afraid of the magical formation and their morale was low, so when the formation was broken, their confidence was higher than ever.
Vice versa, Mingtang's army seemed to have the help of magic soldiers since the arrival of Xu Weixian. Throughout the history of the Daqian war, the rare occurrence of defeating the enemy without fighting and using less troops to win with fewer soldiers has become a common occurrence for him.
When he got wind of the situation, the county magistrates from all over the city rushed to beg for admission.
The Mingtang army fought smoothly under his strategizing, but this failure frightened them.
"What should I do?"
"Quickly ask the Prime Minister to think of a solution."
While the princes in the camp were still arguing about the defeat, the scout suddenly came to report, "The prince himself has led the troops to Heshan Road!"
In an instant, the whole tent exploded. Xu Weixian sat calmly under King Mingtang, "Don't panic, I've already laid out the maze in Heshan Road."
King Mingtang loosened his fist on his knees, and everyone took a breath. Unexpectedly, as soon as they took a break, a bloody man rushed in, stumbled to the ground, and said intermittently: "The confusion formation has been broken."
"What!" King Mingtang stood up in shock, "Who is this prince?"
If there weren't many people present, he couldn't help but want to ask Xu Weixian if the prince was an immortal like him.
Xu Weixian's unmoving eyes finally changed. He counted with his fingers, his eyebrows were heavy, and he gave orders in an orderly manner amidst everyone's expectations for a long time.
"Where are the disciples of Gudao Temple?"
"Amitabha." The Buddha's name came from outside the tent, and a monk in white cassocks stepped forward, "I am a poor monk, Pratye Abuddha, and I have come to help you in the name of the abbot."
"Yuanjue, isn't that Senior Brother of Gudao Temple?" A general was very excited and asked, "Are those one hundred and eight Arhats of yours here?"
Yuanjue's brows were clear and light. Compared with the eminent monk in the martial arts world who "reaches the deepest meaning of Buddhism and the Zen mind reaches the ancestors' virtues", he looked more like a young man raised by Chingshui Lanzhi who knew no sorrow. He nodded and said, "Here we come."
Everyone couldn't help but smile. King Mingtang looked outside the tent, "Why don't you see the disciples of Xuanyin Palace?"
"It may be later." Xu Weixian turned his attention to Yuanjue, "When the time comes, please ask the master to lead the monks to help."
Pratyekabuddha did not agree on the spot, but said, "The poor monk has a question, can the donor explain it?"
"Excuse me."
"It is said that the war in the east continues, and all the martial arts sects such as Wuhu Village, Yellow Crane Tower, Yishan Gate, etc. have evacuated, but for some reason there is no trace?"
Xu Weixian looked into Yuan Jie's transparent eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "You will see them."
Pratyekabuddha recited the name of the Buddha and stopped talking.
Xu Weixian continued his unfinished orders and sent soldiers from various battalions to guard the city. They must hold on to Zherong City until reinforcements arrived.
"The last order, Li Chen!"
A young man in Taoist robes stepped out from beside him, "Disciple is here."
"You" Before Xu Wei finished speaking, he suddenly heard hearty laughter coming from the horizon.
"Fellow Daoist Xu is doing well lately."
Xu Weixian let out a sigh, his face suddenly changed, and he walked towards the bamboo forest with a puff of sleeves.
At this time, the morning light has just arrived, the mist is misty in the bamboo forest, and the dew on the leaves will not drop. He heard the sound of gulping water and a few laughs. As he walked deeper, he saw a middle-aged man in a coarse cloth jacket and a bamboo hat, pulling a branch and talking to a boy in crescent moon robes about how to plant bamboo.
The boy curled his lips and looked like he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the middle-aged man got excited about what he said, so it didn't matter whether he was willing to listen or not.
Xu Weixian hesitated, "But Lord Hengdao?"
"You're here," Hengdao patted the boy on the shoulder, "See what I brought you?"
""I can't handle it at all.
""What did you bring, is it me?
Xu Wei first glanced at Hengdao, who was as honest and simple as a village man in the mountains. He suppressed his surprise and looked at the boy carefully.
Looking at it this way, he saw something familiar, "Are you Lin Yi's child?"
Lin Yi is the real name of Sancai Scholar.
When the boy heard Xu Weixian say his father's name, his eyes suddenly became complicated, filled with grief and resentment, and he said defensively, "Who are you?"
Xu Weixian comforted him and said, "The Three Talents Book you studied at home is a profound martial arts secret book and a simple Taoist mental method. It is the carrier of speculation for the spread of our secret knowledge in the world. Your father almost touched the threshold of Taoism and was accepted as a registered disciple by me. , it’s a pity that he died young, let me ask you, would you like to ask as I asked.”
The boy listened in a daze and only concluded that this good-looking man was his father's master. He quickly asked, "Can you help me get revenge?"
Xu Weixian frowned without any trace, and said with a smile, "Boy, after entering the Taoist gate, you have to say goodbye to the world, and you can't touch the affairs of the mortal world!"
The boy was anxious and said with red eyes, "You are lying, isn't my master the prime minister of Mingtang? If my master can be the prime minister, I can be a general. I want to go back to Daqian and kill those bad guys!"
Xu Wei first touched his head and called Li Chen, "Take him down and have a good sleep." 11
