The next day, Ling Muyun was awakened by the roar of people outside the door.
"The daughter's red is a bit stronger."
After washing up casually, Ling Muyun walked out of the room.
Jia Nianxi was already waiting outside the hospital, with Huan Qin standing next to him.
"Why do you look like dispatching troops and generals?" Ling Muyun asked doubtfully.
"Zhang Hao ordered his troops to pacify the Buddha. If you are late, you won't be able to catch up with the team."
"Why didn't I get the news?"
"Brother Ling, if you sing another Xizhou song, I'm afraid the team will rebel before they reach Baibu."
When Jia Nianxi teased, Huan Qin covered his face and smiled again.
Ling Muyun was stunned for a moment and quickly changed the subject: "Let's go! We have fulfilled Liu Bing's request."
"What should I do with Huan Qin?"
"Huan Qin?" Ling Muyun was stunned at first, and then suddenly wondered: "Chun Qin is with the army, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient, so just stay at the Taiwei's Mansion."
"Young Master, I have escaped from slavery. You can call me Huan Qin, or... please give me your surname."
Huan Qin's face turned slightly red and she hid her face in shyness.
Ling Muyun knew very little about the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, and he didn't even understand the meaning of redemption. He only regarded it as a hook for listening to music.
But Jia Nianxi was very familiar with it.
She suddenly showed a hint of a bad smile: "What's wrong? Could it be possible that you left her alone in the Taiwei's Mansion?"
Ling Muyun didn't expect his random move, and problems arose on the second day.
If you are simply a bachelor, you can take her with you.
"Hit the car!"
Bullock carts are only suitable for scholar-bureaucrats or unruly literati.
Not to mention the speed, even during the march, it was too eye-catching.
Those who didn't know what was going on thought they had met some young man who was traveling around and enjoying the scenery all over the world.
Although Ling Muyun had exerted Lao Niu's physical strength to the extreme, by the time Baibu arrived, the two armies had already been facing each other for two days.
What made Ling Muyun regret even more was that Huan Qin was really troublesome and had to find some water source to wash up every day.
Fortunately, Jia Nianxi helped take care of it, otherwise, he would have really created a problem for himself.
"Lieutenant Zhang." Ling Muyun pulled the bullock cart and walked to the center of the army amid a sigh of relief. He stood under Zhang Hao's horse and saluted: "Ling Muyun is late, please forgive me."
Zhang Hao was full of anger.
He rushed thousands of miles to help, but Liu Xian retreated in the face of the battle and ran away overnight.
In Zhang Hao's eyes, he is even more sinister and cunning than him who harmed Tuoba Gui.
On the other hand, the five thousand men and horses of my own were bitten by Bai Bu for no reason, and they were in a dilemma.
Especially when he saw Ling Muyun driving the bullock cart, he even regretted giving him the identity of walking in front of the tent.
"not late."
"That's good. Three miles ahead, is Shirabu?"
"Um!"
"Do I need to call a formation?"
Call a formation?
Zhang Hao couldn't wait to smash Ling Muyun's head with his mace.
The Tie Buddha can rebel, so he must have something to rely on. What's more, the monk in the Baibu had received the great ordination, but instead of reciting sutras in the temple honestly, he became the great monk of the Tie Buddha.
This great monk has extraordinary abilities. He can cure all kinds of diseases by spitting lotus flowers. The wounded on the battlefield can get up to fight again after only one night.
What makes Zhang Hao even more troubled is that his two trump cards are extremely powerful. Except for losing to Lu Guang in one move, he has never failed.
But facing the great monk, there was nothing he could do.
The Buddha's Wrath King Kong made him complain endlessly. The key was that the great monk specially pestered him to fight on the battlefield!
"Shirabu knows how to call the formation."
Zhang Hao endured it again and again, and spoke a few words through his teeth with a livid face.
While he was talking, a man walked out of Baibu's formation, dragging a large ring sword onto the field without riding a horse.
"This man is called Ligu, and he can lift a huge cauldron weighing thousands of pounds. He should not be underestimated. Who can challenge him?"
Zhang Hao originally wanted to charge in and kill him, but every time he stepped forward, the great monk would come to stop the enemy, making him complain endlessly.
"The general will go where he wishes!"
A shirtless man took a mace and rode towards him.
In just one round, both men and horses were knocked to the ground.
Ligu cut off the head with one knife, stepped on it under his feet, and raised the ring knife high to demonstrate.
In two days, three generals were lost. How can we fight?
When Zhang Hao was having a headache, Ling Muyun held the ink blade and walked towards Ligu without reporting to Zhang Hao.
"Master Ling, there is no joke on the battlefield!"
"Lieutenant, you underestimate my brother!" Jia Nianxi interrupted Zhang Hao: "Little fish and shrimp, overqualified for little use."
Huan Qin also poked his head out of the car and looked at Ling Muyun's back: He was careless and didn't look like a hero at all.
Ling Muyun stopped ten feet in front of Ligu, bowed his hands and said, "Ling Muyun, you're polite!"
Ligu grinned. He was a young man with a low profile, but he didn't know how high the world was, and yet he actually reported his name at this moment.
Li Gu said disapprovingly: "Hey, you're quite polite, I'll keep your whole body for a while!"
After saying that, he raised his sword and stepped forward.
"Yushu!"
The divine thunder suddenly fell, and Ligu couldn't even hear the word "Yushu" clearly. The big ring knife turned red instantly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, along with fragments of his internal organs.
"Have you never practiced?"
Ling Muyun also stood stunned on the spot.
Since learning the thunder method, this is the first time he has fought against an ordinary warrior. Unexpectedly, he is not the enemy of Yihe.
"Is the gap so big?"
Also stunned were Zhang Hao and the soldiers behind him.
I have been beaten hard for the past two days, but who would have expected that a little-known young general, walking in front of the tent, would actually kill the opponent's Ligu in one round.
It's not like they've never seen a cultivator before, but this is the first time they've seen such a straightforward cultivator.
Now take a look at that bullock cart. No matter how you look at it, it is pleasing to the eye.
What cultivator doesn’t have a little bit of elegance?
"Your brother is so skilled! Why worry about failure?" Zhang Hao turned his head and looked at Jia Nianxi with a smile, trying to be kind: "If you want anything, just ask, you're welcome."
Jia Nianxi was not polite and said directly: "I still miss the lamb in Jiuquan to this day."
"Come down and roast the suckling goat immediately!"
After Zhang Hao gave the order, he explained to Jia Nianxi: "Our suckling lamb is much sweeter and more tender than lamb!"
While talking, Ling Muyun imitated Ligu and raised the ink blade towards the Baibe phalanx.
A man came out from under the Buddha's command, named Qi Ke'er. He was four feet tall and carried four command flags on his back: "If you are a cultivator, then I will go and meet you."
The great monk nodded. Seeing this, the Buddha said, "Yes."
Qike'er received the order and walked quickly towards the field with small steps.
"Great monk, can you tell where this person is coming from?" Xifu asked the great monk.
The great monk was not in a hurry to reply. He dipped sesame oil from a nearby candle lamp, took rouge, applied it on his palms, and recited the Buddha's words.
But the technique, which has no consequences, turned out to be a dense mass, and nothing could be seen.
"My master, Fo Tucheng, once used this method to understand the past and present and predict the future, but today it seems to have failed."
The great monk was unwilling to give in. He took out the pagoda bell from his arms, shook it for a moment, and then his expression changed:
"It's broken, it's serious! Call Qikeer quickly."
Qi Ke'er had just left the gate when he was called back, with a look of resentment on his face: "Dare I ask, what's the point of being a Buddha?"
"The great monk said that this trip will be very dangerous, so you must not act rashly!" Xifo explained.
"Isn't the great monk trying to steal my credit?" Qike'er curled his lips: "My master, She Qilan, is the third seat of the Zoroastrian Cult. I practiced his true method, and even obtained the Master's Four Fire God Flags. With the power of gods and ghosts, how can we fail?"
The Buddha obeyed the great monk's words and could not reply at this time, so he looked at the great monk.
"Amitabha, if you wish to die, I will not stop you. But the pagoda bell predicts a great disaster, so you can beg for help."
The great monk chanted the Buddha's name and stopped talking.
Qike'er sneered, turned around, quickened his pace, and walked towards the field again.
