"puff!"
The silver spear in Wang Meng's hand flashed and mercilessly pierced the heart of a Chi tribe man, pinning his strong body to the grassland.
Although this Chi warrior is tall and powerful, his face is slightly dull. According to Wang Meng's judgment, he must not be older than fifteen years old.
In Daqian, at this age, in the eyes of many people, he can only be regarded as a child. When Wang Meng killed him, there was no emotion in his heart, as if the person who died under the silver gun was not a person, but A poultry, a livestock.
"As expected, all the elite members of the Chi clan went to Xiqi."
Not far away, the strange-haired Dongda Wooden Sword Walking Dragon Snake also easily killed a Chi warrior. Then he swung the weapon and said proudly, "These old, weak, sick and disabled people are the only ones left. They are simply unbearable." hit."
"Senior brother, you are so powerful." Seeing his swelling, Wang Songliang couldn't help but joked, "Why don't you rush into the 'Seven Star Pavilion' and take over the enemy's Holy Land lair?"
It turned out that Zeng Rui's Midnight Army did not participate in the decisive battle of Xiqi. Instead, they followed Nangong Ling's instructions, took a detour, and directly broke into the Chi tribe's territory to sneak into the enemy's rear.
For some unknown reason, the three "most wanted criminals in Daqian", Wang Meng, Dong Damu and Wang Songliang, did not leave quietly, but continued to stay in the army to fight against the Chi tribe.
Later, due to their high strength and easy-going nature, the three of them became more and more comfortable in the Midnight Army, and gradually found a feeling similar to "home".
In an encounter with Chi troops, Wang Meng not only predicted the opponent's tactics brilliantly, but also showed great power and single-handedly defeated three enemy Tianlun masters, which greatly impressed Zeng Rui. , and directly promoted him to deputy general.
Worried that the identity of the wanted criminal would be revealed due to being too ostentatious, Wang Meng repeatedly refused to accept Zeng Rui's kindness.
"Don't you know?"
Old General Zeng couldn't help but finally said impatiently, "After Her Majesty the Queen ascended the throne, she granted amnesty to the whole world. Those fugitives in the past have all been restored to civilian status."
Wang Meng's mouth opened wide, and she was extremely shocked. Only then did she realize that Zeng Rui had already found out her secrets, and her deliberate efforts to hide her clumsiness these days were just a joke.
"Why, do you think that since there are a few more Tianlun masters in the army, the general will let you come as you please without even investigating your background?"
Looking at Wang Meng's dumbfounded expression, General Zeng couldn't help laughing and scolding, "If this were true, wouldn't the Midnight Army be full of spies? Besides, with your reputation as the 'Soul Separating Gun', you really thought you could hide this." live?"
Wang Meng was stunned on the spot, speechless for a long time.
"I have been observing you three boys for a long time." General Zeng patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Although I was with the wrong master in the past, you are still a good man with blood and responsibility. Since His Majesty the new emperor I've given you the chance to be a new person, so take advantage of it. Once you enter the Midnight Army's camp, you will be my Zeng Rui's soldier. Just do your best and see who dares to talk about the bad things in the past?"
"Wang Meng will never forget the kindness of the general!"
Wang Meng's eyes turned red inexplicably, and she bowed deeply to General Zeng and said word by word, "I will take over the position of deputy general!"
"Okay, okay!" A trace of relief flashed in Zeng Rui's eyes, and he chuckled, "You and I will work together to give those barbarians a good look!"
After getting rid of the heavy pressure on their hearts for a long time, Dong Damu and Wang Songliang stopped pretending to be themselves and began to show their true abilities. They fought bloody battles and killed the enemy with all their strength. Not only did they each gain the title of tooth general, they were also in the army. Made a lot of friends.
The former fugitive turned into a military hero.
"Junior brother Wang, you have been with me for many years, but you still don't understand me?"
At this time, when he heard Wang Songliang making fun of him, Dong Damu was not angry. Instead, he laughed like a Buddhist and said, "My only advantage is that I have self-awareness and never take advantage of others. With my strength as a three-legged cat, how can I Can you think of a holy land?"
"The Chi tribe's large troops have already headed to Daqian."
Seeing his rogue appearance, Wang Songliang couldn't help but laugh and said, "The holy land is inaccessible. I don't know what the point is of dealing with a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people here every day."
"Who said the Holy Land is inaccessible?" Wang Meng suddenly interrupted.
"Brother Wang, you mean..." The other two people were startled and looked at him together, "We are going to attack the Seven Star Pavilion?"
"Of course I have to go."
As a deputy general, Wang Meng knew the Midnight Army's combat policy better than the two of them, "It's just not now."
"How long will it take?" Dong Damu said half-jokingly, "Brother Wang, please inform me in advance so that he can quickly spend all the money he has saved. Otherwise, if it comes to the end, wouldn't it be a gift to the King of Hell in vain? ?”
In his opinion, even if all the masters of the "Seven Star Pavilion" left and the headquarters was empty of strength, it would not be able to compete with a secular army like the Midnight Army. Rushing in rashly would undoubtedly be throwing an egg at a stone, which would be the same as throwing an egg at a stone.
"What are you thinking? General Zeng is not stupid. Did he really go out to die?" Wang Meng couldn't help but hit him hard on the shoulder and laughed, "Just wait, when it's time for us to take action, You will know naturally."
After saying that, his eyes glanced towards the north intentionally or unintentionally.
There, it is in the direction of the most mysterious holy place in the world, the "Seven Star Pavilion".
…
About ten miles north of the Midnight Army camp, there stood a giant building made of a mix of steel and wood structures.
The appearance of this building is rectangular, with various gears and machines in every corner. It is very different from the style of this era. From a distance, it looks a bit like steampunk.
The "Seven Star Pavilion", once one of the seven holy places, is located in this towering building.
"Senior Brother Ma, I must trouble you with this 'Tao Hua Jing'."
At this time, in the "Divine Calculation Hall" in the middle of the building, a pale, thin young man in black clothes was respectfully handing a book to Ma Liang.
"Since junior brother has spoken, I should do my best for my brother."
Ma Liang smiled slightly, his long pony face slightly distorted, "It's just a rule..."
"Little brother, save it, little brother, save it!"
The young man in black had a flattering look on his face, nodded repeatedly, took out a bag from his arms and handed it over, "This is a small thought, I hope Senior Brother Ma will accept it."
"Since junior brother is so knowledgeable." Ma Liang took the bag, weighed it gently on his right palm, with a look of satisfaction on his face, "Just pick it up in three days!"
"Thank you, senior brother!" The young man in black was overjoyed and thanked him profusely. Then he reluctantly left the "Divine Calculation Hall". Before leaving, he couldn't help but turn around to greet him frequently. If anyone who didn't know saw it, , I am afraid that I think there is a relationship between the two that goes beyond friendship.
Watching the young man in black go away, the smile on Ma Liang's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes became extremely cold.
He closed the front door, quickly entered the inner room, reached out and lightly pressed the handle next to the bookshelf.
"Boom!"
The bookshelves that seemed to cover an entire wall of the house moved slowly to both sides, and soon a secret door was revealed that could be used by one person.
Ma Liang seemed to be accustomed to the scene in front of him. He took a big step into the secret door and quickly disappeared. The bookshelf behind him also closed again.
Almost at the same time, an extremely small black shadow flashed across the roof, as fast as lightning, and got into the secret door before the bookshelf closed.
Ma Liang, who knew nothing about it, moved forward quickly and soon came to a spacious dark room.
What comes into view are densely arranged bookshelves. At a glance, there are actually dozens of bookshelves.
Various ancient books are neatly placed on each bookshelf. Judging from the quantity alone, the collection of books in a small secret room inside the "Divine Calculation Hall" is not inferior to any other holy place.
The moment he entered the secret room, Ma Liang's eyes fell on a cyan figure involuntarily.
"Mr. Zhuge." He held the book given by the young man in black, stared closely at the slender figure, and said slowly, "I have to trouble you again."
"Are there any more ancient books that need to be deciphered?"
The figure slowly turned around and revealed his true face. He was an old man with white hair and white beard. "He really didn't let me calm down for a moment."
The old man has bright eyes, a ruddy complexion, and a loud and powerful voice. He doesn't feel old or weak at all, and he seems to be more energetic than the young people.
"As the saying goes, those who can do more work."
Regarding this old man, Ma Liang's attitude was very humble, and the respectful look on his face did not seem to be fake, "Sir, you are the world's number one scholar of theology. If you stay still for a moment longer, it will be a huge loss to the entire cultivation world. "
Listening to his tone, the white-haired old man in front of me is actually the leader of Zhuge Thatched Cottage who is imprisoned in the "Seven Star Pavilion" and the world's number one scholar of divine literature, Zhuge Qingjiang!
