After the two sides withdrew their troops, Qi Yu kept smiling calmly without any worry.
However, Gao Zhongde and Huang Fei under his command were not as calm as him.
It is not difficult to see from this battle that Na Yan's martial arts are indeed extraordinary. Not to mention in Qiongzhou, even among the generals of the imperial court, he can be regarded as a powerful presence. Let Mr. Qi, who was a civil servant, fight with him in front of the battle. Just thinking about it makes me feel embarrassed.
The result... I can’t even imagine it!
So, the two of them kept trying to persuade him, but if he didn't persuade him, it wouldn't work. This would lead to death!
"Master Qi, I really admire your fearless spirit. However, courage alone is not enough. In my opinion, Master Huang and I will fight on your behalf. You can just sit back and watch and take command..." ..." Gao Zhongde took the trouble to persuade him. Of course, his words were more tactful and he didn't have the gall to say things without self-awareness.
In fact, Huang Fei was also frightened.
You know, his duty is to protect Lord Qi's personal safety. If he is really stabbed by the enemy chief Nayan, wouldn't he have failed in his mission? If it really happened, how should I explain it to the emperor?
The head is big...
"Ahem, Sir Qi, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about me... Oh no, it should be said that you think about the people of Qiongzhou!... How should I put it? Although you are a civilized and martial artist, It is extraordinary, but it lacks some practical experience. If you try to compete with that banquet, you will inevitably suffer a little loss in terms of experience..."
"..."
Qi Yu couldn't bear the irritation from the two of them, so he formally replied: "Don't worry, how could I take the initiative to die? I have a family and a family, and I haven't lived enough of my good life yet!"
Huang Fei asked in confusion: "How do you say this?"
Qi Yu explained: "I guess you can see that Na Yan has no intention of surrendering at all. In that case, it's better to be ruthless and kill him directly. And the kind of solo fight he proposed just created a unique opportunity for me." Great opportunity.”
In addition, there is another benefit that he did not mention clearly, that is, if he can successfully get rid of Na Yan, the other party will lose their spiritual leader, and the remaining bandits will become easier to persuade to surrender. To say the least, even if they are unwilling to surrender, the cohesion aspect will be greatly weakened.
Based on the above considerations, the advantages of getting rid of the banquet outweighed the disadvantages, and therefore, Qi Yu was willing to take the risk.
Qi Yu patted his chest and said, "I will win with my skills and there won't be any danger."
As for what technique to use, Qi Dalang kept it secret, saying that he would know it at a glance.
Gao Zhongde and Huang Fei glanced at each other and stopped trying to persuade them.
…
The sun sets and night falls.
The returning bandit army began to rest and reorganize, bonfires were lit in the camps, and the gang leader prepared to bury pots and make rice.
Gao Zhongde and Huang Fei deliberately avoided Qi Yu and had a private conversation. The topic was about discussing specific strategies for tomorrow. In short, Master Qi's life must be saved no matter what.
However, this kind of discussion is in vain. In the face of real force, any remedial measures are useless.
The conclusion is only three words: too late!
Compared to how nervous the two of them were, Qi Yu seemed too relaxed.
After he had eaten and drank enough, he summoned the accompanying military doctor to the tent and asked for a medicinal herb named mint.
Mint: pungent and cool, relieves symptoms, dispels wind and relieves pain.
Uh...what?
Could it be that Mr. Qi was infected with wind-heat, or had some kind of headache?
Qi Yu shook his head repeatedly at this and said that it had a wonderful use, get it quickly and don't ask any questions.
Oh well!
…
After getting the mint herbs, Qi Yu started a series of fine processing.
Let’s see:
He first roasted the dried leaves, then cut them into thin strips with scissors and folded them into small sections. After that, he took another page of clean rice paper and cut out several small rectangular shapes.
Next, a puzzling scene began to unfold.
I saw him pinching a handful of mint filaments, putting them into a square paper, then wrapping them up and rolling them into a small trumpet shape, and it was done.
What is this?
Huang Fei and Gao Zhongde, who had just entered the tent, looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
While he was confused, he suddenly saw Qi Yu taking out a 'small trumpet' and holding it in his mouth. Then he lit it with a fire sickle and started smoking.
"Ahem!"
"Ahem!"
The three of them coughed almost at the same time, but for different reasons.
Mr. Qi was choked by the smoke and coughed, while the other two were frightened and coughed.
"Alas, although the mint leaves are refreshing when smoked, they are a bit less powerful!"
After saying that, Qi Yu sighed quietly and couldn't help but cast his gaze to the distant southeast. His eyes looked a little complicated, with both burning desire and regret.
Huang and Gao looked at each other. For a moment, they didn't know how to respond to what he said, and their expressions were only astonishment.
It took a while for the two of them to finally come to their senses, and they shivered violently almost at the same time.
It's bad, it's bad. Looking at Mr. Qi's appearance, he must be suffering from hysteria. Otherwise, why would his speech and behavior be so weird?
Huang Fei stepped forward, stretched out his fingers and made a scissors gesture, and asked him: "Master Qi, what do you think this is?"
"You're two!" Qi Yu replied directly without thinking.
However, he immediately realized something was wrong: "I said, you don't think I'm crazy, do you?"
"Are you not sick?"
"You're the one who's sick!" Qi Yu snorted angrily.
In view of the past of the original owner, Qi Dalang hated the word 'crazy' very much, so his tone was relatively harsh.
Huang Fei smiled sheepishly and apologized, but he was even more puzzled: If he is not crazy, why is he so abnormal?
Gao Zhongde was better at talking. He laughed first, then pointed at the trumpet seemingly casually and asked: "Master Qi, please forgive me for my short-sightedness. I really don't know what this is. Please give me some advice."
"Oh, what are you talking about? This is my homemade cigarette, but it's not mature enough yet. It has only its shape but no taste. It's very tasteless." Qi Yu strangled the cigarette butt and explained.
"Oh..." Gao Zhongde seemed to understand, and couldn't help but ask: "Then... what is this? Oh, it's a cigarette. What's the use of it?"
"This thing is harmful and has no benefit at all. Everyone should try to stay away from it!" Who knows, Qi Yu suddenly changed his tone again and chuckled: "However, it really has a magical effect in my hands. Can I kill it in one fell swoop? That banquet depends on it!”
"Ha ha……"
"this……"
The two finally couldn't help laughing out loud. How could such a little thing with a thick pen kill the brave Na Yan?
Who believes it!
"What I said is true!" Master Qi laughed and said, "Don't be impatient. We'll find out tomorrow."
All right.
After chatting for a while, Qi Yu suddenly looked solemn and ordered to Gao Zhongde: "Quickly pass on my military orders. Tomorrow at three o'clock at midnight, no one will be late! Haha, I will send troops at the o'clock position!"
"yes!"
Although Gao Zhongde said yes, he was still a little worried in his heart. Can Mr. Qi, who was a civil servant, really be able to order generals?
Seeing his solemn expression, Huang Fei became calm. No one else had seen Master Qi's true ability, but he had seen it with his own eyes.
When he was in Juyeze, he outsmarted the Princess of Sichuan; before taking the throne, he burned and killed King Yan. It is not difficult to see from this that he is a wise and courageous man, how could he talk nonsense for no reason?
