"Prince Qi!"
"Fan Li and his gang dispersed and fled in seven different ways. I don't know which way Fan Li was separated from."
The Ming army pursuing at the front noticed something strange, and immediately sent one man back to report to Prince Wanli who was at the center of the army.
"Smart." Zhang Juzheng said aside: "There are only seven people on Fan Li's side. Even if they are together in one place, facing His Highness's nearly 5,000 personal troops will be like a mantis. It is better to spread out in seven directions, which will increase the chance of escape. .”
Prince Wanli snorted and asked: "Teacher is very knowledgeable and can analyze any situation clearly. But, what should we do specifically?"
Zhang Juzheng felt very embarrassed when he heard this.
He knew that the prince was being dissatisfied with his repeated performance, which was being sarcastic.
"Hey, how can there be a teacher in the world who is as accommodating to his students as I am?" Zhang Juzheng sighed and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, although Fan Li is scattered in seven directions, I have already guessed his escape direction."
"Really? Teacher, please tell me!"
Wanli was overjoyed when he heard this and rarely used honorifics.
Zhang Juzheng smiled bitterly: "Fan Li has a distinguished status. Even if he is scattered to lure the enemy, he will definitely be hiding on the safest route. Under the current situation, the road farthest from our army is the safest route for Fan Li."
"Direction due south!" Prince Wanli blurted out: "Haha, I guessed it!"
Guess?
As a teacher, the answer is written on your face.
Zhang Juzheng sighed silently in his heart, but did not dare to disobey Wanli.
He bowed deeply and said: "Your Highness is blessed with talents, but when I was your Highness's age, I was far less wise than Your Highness."
"Hahahaha! Teacher is too modest."
"Who in the Ming Dynasty doesn't know that, except for Mr. Yan Ge and Mr. Xu Ge, you, teacher, are known as the number one scholar in the Ming Dynasty."
It's so rare to finally hear a kind word.
Zhang Juzheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he obediently stepped aside.
Now that Fan Li's position has been locked, it's time for Prince Wanli's performance.
"Send an order to the entire army to pursue only the southern route and ignore the rest!"
"Today, Fan Li will die!"
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"strangeness."
As soon as he escaped to the foot of Gushan, Lu Fubao discovered that the Ming army was getting closer and closer.
"I was originally worried that the five guard brothers would be pursued by the Ming army."
"Prince Wanli actually doesn't divide his troops?"
Fan Li smiled and said: "This is a good thing. If the five of them can reach the position smoothly, we will have a chance to counterattack."
"Counterattack is my business." Lu Fubao rolled his eyes at him. "I'll go to the top of the mountain in a minute. You quickly climb over the mountain and continue to escape south."
Fan Li frowned when he heard this.
It's not Tuoda. He knows that his realm is inferior to others and he doesn't know anything about the battle.
However, Fan Li suspected that he would continue to flee south, and Lu Fubao might not be able to wait for the Ming army at the top of the mountain.
After all, he is the target of Prince Wanli.
"Oh, don't keep following me!"
The two of them climbed halfway up the mountain. When Lu Fubao saw that Fan Li was still following him, he quickly urged him to leave.
Helpless, Fan Li had no choice but to go around the mountainside and continue to escape south.
Seeing that Fan Li finally left, Lu Fubao did not relax, but his expression became more solemn.
She quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and took out various formation materials needed for the [Eight Hot Hells]!
The Ming army came very quickly.
Lu Fubao's formation has not yet been fully arranged, but he can already hear the noisy shouts at the foot of the mountain.
"The Ming army has not divided its troops. The five guard brothers should be in place."
[Eight Hot Hells], only the last step is left!
On the top of Gushan Mountain, on the ground under Lu Fubao's feet, there is a formation diagram drawn with cinnabar.
Ordinary formations are written with Taoist talismans and mysterious words, but [Eight Hot Hells] is very different!
Lu Fubao used cinnabar as ink and wrote words such as "human fire", "tanlin fire", "sun fire" and "mojia fire".
She then drew a tall and terrifying city wall in the center of the formation diagram.
There are only three words on the city gate: Fengdu City!
"I use Yin blood to create Yin formations and borrow Yin fire." Lu Fubao's voice was low, completely different from her usual delicate voice.
She cut a finger and blood dripped on the gate of Fengdu City.
"The ghost city opens, and the yin fire comes out to burn all evil spirits!"
The Ming army's shouts of killing were getting closer, but they couldn't detect anything strange at the top of the mountain.
Because, they circled the mountainside and were ready to continue chasing south!
"how so?!"
Lu Fubao was about to send a signal for the five guards to activate [Yin Fire Thunder], but saw that the Ming army did not go to the top of the mountain at all.
All your hard work in planning was in vain?
"Fan Li!"
"Will I kill Fan Li!?"
Lu Fubao looked pale as he looked at the Ming army continuing to pursue southward at the foot of the mountain.
The [Eight Hot Hell], which has absorbed a drop of her blood essence, is ready to go.
If the large formation is activated at this time, at most a few Ming troops on the mountainside will be burned to death.
What's the point? ? ?
"Fan Li is here!"
"Who dares to fight with me!?"
Suddenly, Fan Li's roar came from behind Lu Fubao.
She turned around in surprise and saw Fan Li who had climbed to the top of the mountain at some unknown time and was shouting at the top of his lungs at the Ming army down the mountain.
"You???" Lu Fubao was so surprised that he couldn't speak.
"You saw it too." Fan Li shrugged helplessly. "If I weren't at the top of the mountain, your killing array would be useless."
"You hate it!"
Lu Fubao was almost in tears.
"There is only one fire-proofing bead, how do you want me to protect you?"
"What is the fire-proofing bead?" Fan Li was curious.
Lu Fubao had no choice but to take something out of his sleeve.
The Hunyuan is like a ball, the size of an egg, and the crystals are as translucent as crystal carvings, faintly giving off bursts of coolness.
"[Fire-Proofing Bead] is a treasure inherited from my Lu family, a first-grade heaven-level one."
"Even a Fire Dao practitioner in the primary Mahayana realm can't easily burn me to death."
"But the Fire Bead can only protect one person, otherwise I wouldn't drive you away."
Fan Li nodded.
"It's okay, I have a way to protect myself."
Lu Fubao listened, but didn't believe it at all.
But what if you don’t believe it?
After Fan Li shouted, all the Ming troops at the bottom of the mountain roared and rushed toward the top of the mountain.
"ha!"
"Fan Liding has exhausted his spiritual energy and can't run anymore!"
"No one is allowed in!"
"I will kill him with my own hands!"
Seeing that Fan Li was on the top of the mountain, he had nowhere to escape, and Prince Wanli was no longer in charge of the army.
Killing Duke Jin of Chu with your own hands is another incredible achievement!
As for the reward he had promised, Wanli suddenly didn't want to give it anymore.
"Everyone in the world will be alone!"
"Why should I reward these soldiers with this lonely thing?"
Those panting Ming army soldiers, all of them dared to be angry but dared not speak out. They could only lower their heads and separate the road, allowing their prince to climb to the top of the mountain first.
"Alas..." Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart. "A descendant of a beggar, is he really stingy? Throughout the ages, how can any monarch compete with his subjects for merit?"
On the top of the mountain, Fan Li saw clearly that the first person to arrive was Prince Wanli, and was speechless for a while.
"Very good!"
"I was worried that I wouldn't be able to burn him!"
Lu Fubao was overjoyed.
Fan Li couldn't laugh or cry: "The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court. If it were me, I might still be at the foot of the mountain now? Fortunately, across from me is Wanli, the most miserly man in the Ming Dynasty..."
(End of chapter)
