It's a pity that the Four Saints of Kowloon Island don't know that the crisis is coming, and maybe they will warmly entertain Shen Gongbao who comes to visit.
"Fellow Daoist Shen Gong, this is a good idea. There are many people in the Chan Cult, so the more help we have, the better." Chu Feng said with a smile. Shen Gongbao took the initiative to ask for help, so there was no reason not to help him.
This kind of deception happens once and becomes familiar twice. I believe that Shen Gongbao will fall in love with this profession in the future and send more and more close friends to the list of gods. Alas, there is a minute's silence for Shen Gongbao after the Battle of the Gods. I believe there will be many people settling accounts with him.
"Brother Taoist, I am also a Taoist." Shen Gongbao had a strange expression. One of his disciples of the Chanjiao actually conspired with a disciple of the People's Cult to deal with the Chanjiao. What's even more embarrassing is that the Four Saints of Kowloon Island who are about to be invited are from the Jiejiao.
By the way, in fact, he was not very familiar with the Four Saints of Kowloon Island. It was Wen Zhong who told him that he could go to the Four Saints of Kowloon Island if he had anything to do. The reason why he told Chu Feng that he was his friend was actually to show that he was not a waste. This paragraph Spending time with Chu Feng, his self-esteem was hit repeatedly and he always wanted to show off.
"You still think that you are an interpreter, but you haven't understood it yet. In fact, whether it is you or Jiang Ziya, who has such poor qualifications and can still enter Yuxu Palace, it is because the saint prepared it for future use." Chu Feng didn't understand. Unceremoniously breaking the fog that shrouded Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya.
Others take one step and look at two steps, but the aloof saint takes one step and looks at ten steps and a hundred steps. He accepted Shen Gongbao as his disciple a thousand years ago, which shows that at that time, Yuanshi Tianzun knew a little bit about the canonization of gods.
"It turns out that both of us are weapons. No wonder the master drove Pindao and Jiang Ziya down the mountain before the Battle of the Gods began." Shen Gongbao suddenly realized, and then looked at Chu Feng with great resentment. There is no such thing as poor qualifications. How about just saying it directly.
"Ahem, fellow Taoist, leave early and come back early." Chu Feng laughed to cover up.
"Brother Dao, Pindao is gone." Shen Gongbao also made a gesture and disappeared into a light smoke.
Chu Feng looked at Shen Gongbao who was going away, and the corner of his mouth twitched. As a golden immortal, he could clearly see Shen Gongbao. At this moment, Shen Gongbao was flying at a speed that embarrassed the gods. How many years and months would it take him to reach Kowloon Island at this speed? No, Pindao wanted to give you a ride. He flicked his hand casually and heard an exclamation: Shen Gongbao was gone.
After seeing off Shen Gongbao, Chu Feng returned to the front yard and called Nezha over who was eagerly waiting for the meal.
"Master, I'm very hungry. If you have anything to do, please wait until I finish eating." Nezha walked over with a distressed look on his face, covering his flat belly.
He has always been aware of his master's temper, and knows that as long as the master comes to him, nothing good will happen. The last time he and Shen Gongbao went to Chaoge, two of Wen Zhong's subordinates led him to Yunmengze, and they had an inexplicable fight with the local Lake Dragon King. After a fight, another tendon was pulled out, and when he came back he was beaten so hard that his buttocks are still sore.
This kid became a foodie so quickly. When Chu Feng heard this, he got angry and slapped Nezha on his bare butt.
"Master, why are you spanking your disciple? It's about to turn into a four-part butt!" Nezha shrank back, his thin lips pouting, with an angry look on his face.
The last time I spanked this area, the injury hadn't healed yet, so here we go again. Is there something wrong with the master? He only picks people's butts to spank.
"If I don't hit you behind, how can I hit you in front?" Chu Feng pointed at the little Ding Ding in front of Nezha.
Speaking of which, Nezha's outfit is really cool, with a red lotus bellyband worn on the upper body, and the lower part is bare, with bare feet.
"Don't hit me in the front." Nezha protected his little penis with two dirty little hands and was shocked.
Chu Feng said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, we have serious business. Tomorrow, you and Zhang Guifang will take 30,000 troops to challenge the Zhou army."
Nezha said oh, protected little Ding Ding, and walked away in an ugly posture.
This child, really, Chu Feng didn't know what to say.
The next morning, after a light rain, the road was wet, and the heavy iron gate of Qinglong Pass slowly opened. Zhang Guifang came out first, with a high-spirited look on his face. Today he wanted to let that old man Jiang Ziya know who was the best general in the west.
Nezha, who came out right behind, looked around while riding a horse with his butt naked, looking very irritable.
Before he could express any emotion, the sound of intensive clashing of gold and iron came from behind. He quickly speeded up. After a while, a line of three people drove out in parallel. The blood-stained bronze armor revealed endless killing intent.
Yes, this is a heroic lion who has fought a hundred battles. He has accompanied the Grand Master in the Beihai expedition for many years, and everyone's hands are stained with the blood of the rebels.
"With such a lion, why worry about not being able to pacify Xiqi?" Zhang Guifang looked back at Nezha with a heroic tone.
Nezha glanced at Zhang Guifang, took out two pig's trotters wrapped in leaves from the small cloth bag on his waist, and gnawed them silently.
"..." Zhang Guifang continued on her way.
Since the place where Zhou soldiers were stationed was only thirty miles away from Qinglong Pass, the 30,000 troops led by Zhang Guifang and Nezha arrived five miles away from the military camp when the sun was rising.
The Zhou soldiers, who had received the news a long time ago, were ready, with rows of erected spears pointing straight into the sky, and their momentum was overwhelming.
Standing on the chariot, Jiang Ziya, wearing armor, scanned the merchant camp with sharp eyes to confirm whether that person was here.
"Old man, don't look anymore, the Generalissimo is not here." Zhang Guifang laughed loudly while riding a horse. Jiang Ziya's look reminded him of yesterday's events.
"Zhang Guifang, don't be rude!" A horseman from the Zhou army's camp flew out, shouting like thunder.
Zhang Guifang looked around and saw who it was, Zhou Ji, the forward of the Zhou Army who was chased and beaten by him yesterday. He can defeat ten of these generals.
"The thief will die." Zhang Guifang rode her horse to fight, her voice surpassed that of Zhou Ji on the spot.
The two sides soon encountered each other. Zhang Guifang was skilled in marksmanship, while Zhou Ji was strong but clumsy and was unable to lift his head. As time passed, Zhou Ji was on the verge of collapse and there was a possibility of death.
"Nangong Shilaiye" flew out from the Zhou army's camp again and began to bully the minority with more troops.
As a result, the two generals of the Zhou army surrounded Zhang Guifang in Gaixin.
"Today Japan will definitely kill both of you."
What a Zhang Guifang, with a loud shout, he looks like a fierce tiger in the wind, drunk, and his marksmanship is even more unparalleled.
Zhou Ji and Nangong immediately felt the pressure increase greatly. After many collisions, the weapons in their hands almost fell to the ground.
"Zhou Ji and Nangong Shi, if you don't dismount, how long will it take?"
Zhang Guifang suddenly shouted.
Nangong Shi felt dizzy and saw Zhou Ji opposite him falling from his horse and being stabbed to death by Zhang Guifang with a fierce look on his face.
Oops, Zhang Guifang was using some heretical technique. The panicked Nangong Shi pulled out the dagger from his leg and stabbed it in the thigh. A sharp pain made him regain his consciousness.
