Jia Nianxi is so ignorant of style.
Deliberately following behind Ling Muyun: "We are going to send you to the Zhongjun tent, right, Sister Huan."
Ling Muyun wanted to say something, Huan Qin should call you aunt, but when the words came to his lips, he took it back.
I have no choice but to bite the bullet and go looking for Zhang Hao.
However, the hundreds of people behind them, with swords and axes in hand, seemed more like they were preparing for a Hongmen Banquet.
After receiving the notice, Ling Muyun entered the tent.
Several generals had already stood up and raised their hands, saying hello one after another. They no longer looked as sniffy as they did at the beginning.
"My nephew, hurry up and take the seat." Zhang Hao was even more enthusiastic. He even changed his title from Young Master Ling to his nephew.
Ling Muyun declined for a moment, found a table at random, and sat down.
"It's a coincidence that my nephew is here. Today, he has lost the power of the Buddha and is preparing to celebrate. I wanted to inform you, but who knows, my nephew came first, which saves some trouble."
After Zhang Hao finished his courtesy, he continued: "Why didn't your lady come with you?"
"Madam?" Ling Muyun was stunned for a moment, wondering whether Zhang Hao misunderstood Jia Nianxi or Huan Qin.
The style of Jin Dynasty, from child molestation to childishness, is not an unspeakable hobby.
Even if Zhang Hao pointedly pointed at Jia Nianxi, he would not cause laughter.
Which one of you here doesn’t have some hobbies?
Zhang Hao, a man with thousands of enemies, roamed the battlefield with few opponents, so he had a penchant for widows?
It's just that he can't do Cao Gong's kind of tricks that are easy to catch.
"Jia Nianxi and Huan Qin." Zhang Hao slapped his forehead: "My dear nephew, don't be offended. I'll invite someone over right now."
Before Zhang Hao could give the order, Jia Nianxi shouted from outside the tent: "Lieutenant, we are outside!"
"welcome!"
It is said that Zhang Hao is really impeccable in his work.
Everyone has a table, and the table in front of Ling Muyun has two benches specially added for Jia Nianxi and Huan Qin to eat together.
That's all. A group of generals toasted one after another. One sentence was "sister-in-law" and the other was "sister-in-law, madam." Ling Muyun couldn't argue.
What made him even more embarrassed was that Jia Nianxi and Huan Qin didn't even defend themselves and agreed so readily.
Especially Huan Qin, who is elegant and graceful, how can he still be shy?
By the end of the drink, Ling Muyun wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
What's wrong with being looked at twice, and it can't kill anyone, but now it's better, the woman who has never even touched her hands has become a madam in a daze.
How will I explain to Poppy from now on?
Fortunately, the suckling goat was extremely tender, which was a bit of a comfort.
"This charcoal-roasted suckling sheep is very delicate. After the ewe is ready to give birth, it is roasted and then disemboweled. The suckling sheep is taken out, wrapped in honey, and then lightly simmered with rosewood charcoal over low heat. My dear nephew, the taste is good. Is it okay?"
Zhang Hao carried the wine jar, put his arm around Ling Muyun's shoulders, and introduced him with gusto.
Ling Muyun was not a holy mother, and she had never shown any womanly kindness in killing, but upon hearing this, she felt cruel.
"If one day, this ewe becomes a spirit and eats human flesh, it is unlikely that this will happen." Jia Nianxi handed over a leg of lamb: "The weak eat the strong, this has been the case since ancient times."
…
The next day,
The military drums were beating, and Zhang Hao was ordering troops on the field.
Then the army lined up in front and shouted and cursed in front of Baibu's tent.
Lord Baibu rebelled against Buddha for the first time, and Zhang Hao took the lead. As if he was in an uninhabited land, he killed Buddha with his liver and gallbladder broken.
The rebellion again was nothing more than relying on Qikeer and the great monk.
In the previous two days of confrontation, although the fighting was back and forth, one side's situation was faintly overwhelming, which made Xifo feel at ease.
As for Zhang Hao, one of the two cultivators was shot to death by random arrows, and the remaining one was never seen again.
I was afraid that I would have to carry my bedding and run away overnight.
I thought that the overall situation was settled, but unexpectedly, a young man suddenly appeared and was very capable. He killed Ligu in one round and then severely injured Qike'er.
Although he was treated by a great monk and his life was saved, his cultivation level plummeted and he also lost the flags of the Four Fire Gods.
Finally, he coughed up blood and left sadly.
Fortunately, the great monk promised that if he won the flag of the Four Fire Gods, he would personally send it to Zoroastrianism.
Qi Keer believed it. After all, monks do not lie.
Although he would be scolded when he returned here, if he begged his senior brother to capture Ah Sheng, it would be considered as a way to save face for the Zoroastrian Cult.
"If I could learn another fire at that time, I still don't know who will win or lose."
Qike'er's four fire god command flags only used the Dutian Divine Fire.
She Qilan's original intention was to let him travel and practice at the same time. When he returned, he could skillfully control the four fires, and his cultivation level would naturally increase.
Unexpectedly, in less than half a year, I have not met a decent opponent, and I have finally encountered a decent opponent that I have never beaten.
Frustration came over him, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
Of course, Ling Muyun didn't know the reason.
Here, he was scratching his head and looking at the flags of the Four Fire Gods.
"Jia Nianxi, do you know these words?"
Jia Nianxi glanced at it and replied calmly: "Tadpole Wen."
"Then what's written on it?"
"I don't know. Since the First Emperor abandoned the tadpole question, it has been almost extinct for hundreds of years." Jia Nianxi also picked up one, looked at the tadpole text like a heavenly book, and shook his head repeatedly.
"It's really hard to see on the flags. If they are rubbed off, we might find something."
Huan Qin interjected.
"What's the explanation?"
"I once saw an engraving technique that involves carving pictures and text on a roller. When using it, it is dyed with ink and rolled on paper. It is quite convenient."
"clever!"
Jia Nianxi was reminded by Huan Qin and hurriedly took the Ziyi paper and Wei Dan ink from the oxcart, smeared it on the flag and rolled it in a circle.
"Fu Seal! Extremely complicated Fu Seal!"
"I originally disliked the pen, ink, paper and inkstone given by Xu Jiong, but I didn't expect to use them so quickly."
Jia Nianxi carefully looked at the tadpole script on the paper. It was winding and winding, but integrated into a talisman.
"Fu Zhuan?"
Ling Muyun took the Ziyi paper and found that it was exactly what Jia Nianxi said.
But in the art of seal script, Longhu Mountain and Shangqing Temple are the best in the world.
Is it possible that Zoroastrianism is related to Zhang Tianshi?
"The Twelve True Monarchs of Xishan, Baopuzi, Ge Hong, Tao Hongjing, etc. are all Taoists, and they are also quite proficient in the art of talisman and seal script. It is difficult to generalize."
Jia Nianxi threw the command flag aside and sighed: "It's getting more and more chaotic. Even the Taoist talismans and seals are related to foreign races."
"Laijiu didn't say that the Zoroastrian Cult had any connection with foreign races. He just gave a warning." Ling Muyun recalled what Laijiu said to She Qilan during the battle in Dingbeicheng.
Jia Nianxi curled his lips and said, "If the Northwest King doesn't wake up the world, I'm afraid Shan Jian will still think that the Zoroastrian Cult is still that small sect."
"Oh?" Ling Muyun was startled.
"The leader of the Fire Worship Cult calls himself Master Yuntai, but he doesn't use fire techniques."
"what is that?"
"resentment!"
"The spirit of resentment?" Ling Muyun's eyes widened.
"Ontology." Jia Nianxi emphasized his tone.
"The mirror spirit was sealed, but a resentful spirit came out." Ling Muyun felt dizzy.
"Without the yin and yang shining blood mirror, the spirit of the mirror cannot come out, but the spirit of resentment can be released."
Jia Nianxi spoke extremely quietly.
"Released by whom?"
"I don't know, I guess..." Jia Nianxi pointed to the top of his head: "The one who has such means is above the Tianmen."
"Do you really believe in those things about immortality and immortality?"
Ling Muyun's eyes were as wide as bells.
"Then what's going on with me? What's going on with the opening of the Heavenly Gate in the Heavenly Realm? I'm so stupid."
Ling Muyun was silent.
Indeed, as Jia Nianxi said, whether it is Laijiu, Jia Nianxi or Fotucheng, or even the division of realms, they are all unexpected.
"What's in the Tianmen?"
"You can open it yourself. You'll know at a glance." Jia Nianxi said nothing and stared at the field.
