"Fang is stupid and doesn't know your name. May I ask who your respected master is...?"
Fang Yizhi struggled to get up to thank him and asked with doubts on his face.
"I'm Ling Wenyue, my master Meng Xinghe!"
The middle-aged man bowed his head and replied.
Fang Yizhi was horrified and moved. Ling Wenyue, a direct disciple of Meng Xinghe, the leader of the Zhenwu Sect, was said to have entered the realm of the true self five years ago. Since joining the army, he has made great achievements in battle and was named General Xuanwei by the imperial court to guard the northwest. Unexpectedly I can actually see it here.
"Yi Zhi... I have heard about General Xuanwei for a long time. I am lucky enough to meet him today. It is a great honor!"
Fang Yizhi bowed his body and struggled to sit up and salute.
"There's no need to be polite when it's easy!"
Ling Wenyue stopped Fang Yizhi's movements, leaned over to tuck the quilt for him, and said warmly: "You and I are colleagues and practitioners, so there is no need to be polite to each other. My master highly respects Mr. Li Xingzhi of your hospital." , I have also admired him for a long time, and today I saw Yi Zhi... a disciple of Zhixingyuan, he is indeed extraordinary!"
Ling Wenyue was about forty years old, with big ears and starry eyebrows and sharp eyes. He was dressed in a lake blue silk and satin shirt, and wore a Suanli armored lion belt around his waist. His elegance revealed a bit of toughness unique to military commanders. Perhaps Because he had been stationed at the border for many years, his temples were a little gray, but his voice was gentle and clear. After a conversation, Fang Yizhi suddenly fell in love with him.
"The "Scorching Yang True Qi" in Yi Zhi's body seems to be poisonous but not poisonous. Once it invades the heart veins or Danji, life will be in danger. This technique is extremely vicious. At that time, there were several elders in our Zhenwu Sect, namely He was injured by this strange evil technique, and finally died... However, I have heard for a long time that the two heads of Zhixing Academy, with their influence on nature, may have a way to completely cure him!"
When Ling Wenyue said this, he sighed and continued: "Yi Zhixian will rest in peace for a few days, and I will send someone to escort you back to Luoyang, the capital. Now the imperial court has sent an army of 200,000 to assist Lanzhou, and has set up camp outside the city. The leading general General Cui was very happy to hear about the great victory at Longtanjian, and he will come to visit you personally later to learn about the situation of the Xiliang army."
"Is anyone awake yet?"
As soon as Ling Wenyue finished speaking, a lazy voice sounded outside the door, and several people walked straight in.
The leader was wearing a scarlet robe, his sharp eyes glanced at Fang Yizhi on the couch, and he raised his chin with an arrogant expression.
"This is the commander-in-chief Cui Canyun, General Cui!"
Ling Wenyue bowed his hands to the visitor and introduced him to Fang Yi.
"I have met Cui Shuai in my humble position!"
Fang Yizhi sat up and cupped his fists.
"No need... let's talk about the situation of Xiliang Army."
Cui Canyun waved his hand impatiently, walked to the chair beside him and sat down. He lifted up the skirt of his robe, crossed his legs, took the teacup from the attendant, opened the lid of the tea somewhat proudly, and took a sip.
Fang Yizhi cleared his throat and explained the battle of Longtanjian in detail, focusing on some of the Xiliang cavalry's combat characteristics, equipment configuration, etc.
After hearing this, Cui Canyun was noncommittal. After a while, he put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his eyelids, and said calmly: "Well done!"
He immediately stood up, clenched his fists, and said confidently: "I have 200,000 soldiers in my hand. I will find the main force of the Xiliang army tomorrow and fight to the death!"
"No!"
Fang Yizhi and Ling Wenyue spoke out at the same time.
"Um……?"
Cui Canyun glanced at the two of them in bewilderment, his expression a bit sinister.
"Commander Cui, the Xiliang army is on an expedition and the troops are at a sharp front. As long as we hold on and wait for the work, the enemy army will be strong, weak and exhausted. By then, we can defeat it in one fell swoop!" Fang Yizhi couldn't bear it! Stay advised.
"Yes, the Xiliang army hopes for a quick victory. If time goes by, they will be unable to sustain food and grass and will collapse without a fight!" Ling Wenyue also agreed.
"They have captured Gulang, Guangwu, Yongdeng and other places, and half of the entire Longxi County has fallen into the hands of the enemy... Your Majesty has entrusted me with important tasks. Our Dachen Empire... urgently needs a great victory to cheer up the people! The Xiliang Army is not Invincible, this Lord Commander...could it be that he was frightened by the Xiliang people?"
Cui Canyun's voice sounded coldly, and at the end, his tone turned sinister.
"I……"
Fang Yizhi was speechless, angry for a moment, pale and speechless.
Ling Wenyue frowned slightly and looked unhappy. Just as he was about to speak, Cui Canyun interrupted coldly: "Okay, you two don't need to talk anymore. I am also familiar with the art of war and can make my own decisions!"
After Cui Canyun finished speaking, he turned around and walked away with several accompanying soldiers.
Ling Wenyue and Fang Yizhi looked at each other and saw a hint of worry in each other's eyes...
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The warm wind of spring blows over the hills, and the fields are full of unknown flowers. Fish swim happily in the streams. Hibernating frogs scratch the soil at the entrance of the cave, breathe in the fresh air, and send out the breath of this spring. The first chirp.
The green mountains are in front and the white clouds are behind. On the narrow road, the crisp sound of horse hooves can be heard, and the carriages creak and creak as they pass by. The slender green grass that has been knocked down stubbornly straightens up and stretches out its green leaves.
Fang Yizhi opened the car curtain and looked at the distant mountains in a trance. There was a faint worry in his eyebrows. The mountains are high and the roads are far, and the rivers and lakes are dangerous...
Back then, when I was a scholar, I devoted myself to the army, and I was passionate about serving the country. Now I have become a poet after hundreds of battles, and I am no longer a young man when I return...
The spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river, but it is not just the south bank of the river that is green. The banks of the Luo River in the imperial capital Luoyang are also green, and the world-famous peonies are in full bloom.
There are a lot of tourists outing, three or five children are playing Cuju, a group of women from official families are admiring the peonies swaying in the wind, whispering something, and a few girls as bright as spring in March are laughing and playing. Noisy, laughter like silver bells sometimes floats in the wind...
The spring breeze blew through the thick city wall, also blew the rusty doornails on the Dingding Gate, and blew the catkins on the bluestone road of Zhuque Street, dancing in the sunshine.
People on the street are walking in a hurry, and the usually lively and noisy street is strangely low-pitched. Even the voices of the vendors soliciting business are much lower. From time to time, the sound of rapid horse hooves can be heard on the street, which is the express delivery of the Eight Hundred Miles Express Post. , delivering the latest frontline battle reports.
The people in Luoyang City are very experienced in avoiding fast horses, and they are no longer surprised by this scene. The Xiliang Kingdom openly went to war against the Dachen Empire. This war is like a haze, shrouding Luoyang City, even if the sun is bright, It still makes people feel extremely depressed...
The Chen Empire was defeated. The 250,000-strong army competed with the Xiliang cavalry in Daqing Valley. The two armies were at a stalemate. Three thousand Xiliang cavalry troops rushed in and defeated the Chen army. In this battle, the Chen army suffered more than 30,000 casualties. …
This news, which came from nowhere, spread throughout the imperial capital, making the sky above the originally oppressive Luoyang City even more cloudy.
In the tea shops and wine shops on Dingding Street, people were whispering to each other and discussing the current situation in low voices. The imperial decrees of the Chen Empire were clear and the people's speech was relatively free, so there were no taboos when it came to talking about it.
In the Goulan tile shop adjacent to Chongwenfang, although there was less sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music than usual, there were still many people gathered. Warm applause and cheers came from the doors and windows from time to time. Through the Goulan window, you could see a storyteller. Sir, standing on the stage, he was talking with joy.
Everyone in the audience listened attentively, and a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes in the crowd listened leisurely and ecstatically. His face was sometimes happy, sometimes angry, sometimes nervously clenching his fists, and his face was red.
A fat young man next to him just lowered his head to eat, or looked around absently. After listening for a while, he fell asleep.
These two young men are naturally He An and Fan Dazhi from Zhixingyuan.
The storyteller has just finished telling the story of "The Fierce Battle in Longtan", which tells the story of five hundred dead Chen soldiers escorting the fleeing people in Yongdeng, and the battle with Xiliang cavalry in Longtan Stream. The story was ups and downs, exciting and won the applause of the whole house.
The storyteller put Xingmu in his hand on the table for a moment and continued: "The book continues from the previous chapter. It is said that after our Dachen reinforcements arrived in Lanzhou, Cui Canyun, the commander of the reinforcements, took out the tiger talisman, mobilized 250,000 troops, and ordered the troops to be stationed in Daqing. Yu, take advantage of the terrain to advance, attack, retreat or defend, and prepare to show off with the Xiliang army."
"Not many days later, I saw the dark Xiliang army rolling in, like dark clouds that were about to destroy the city, overwhelming the sky and the earth with a menacing momentum..."
When the storyteller said this, he picked up the wake wood and patted it on the table again. He picked up the large porcelain bowl unhurriedly, took a sip of salt tea, wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, and continued: "Everyone, You can imagine how thrilling that scene is? As the saying goes: the wind is swirling with sheep's horns, the sky and the earth are dark, and the desert clouds are gloomy in the yellow desert. Xiliang's soldiers are destroying the mountains, and the whole world is eclipsed. The wildly neighing horse is sitting on the beard, leaping Meteors are galloping in the Xichaoling Mountains. Hujia Qi is singing Tianshan songs, and the sound of drums shakes the white camels. King Fan holds embroidered axes on his left and right, and his troops wield golden swords before and after..."
When he said this, his voice paused, and the audience cheered in unison.
"The war drums were beating, and tens of thousands of soldiers in uniforms and armor formed several neat square formations. Their flags blocked out the sun, and their spears and halberds were like forests. They were majestic and majestic, like moving mountains. Every step forward, the earth moved. The tremor.
The armors on the generals collided with each other, making a dull sound of gold and iron. Our army's formation spread out quickly, like a huge curved blade, piercing into the Xiliang formation. "
"The cry of killing was so loud that it shook the sky; corpses were lying everywhere in the world, horses neighed, and swords and gold struck each other..."
"The two armies were locked in a stalemate. Suddenly three thousand cavalry rushed out from behind the Xiliang Army and plunged straight into the main formation of the Chen Army. Our Chen Army was caught off guard and suffered countless casualties. In an instant, they were defeated like a mountain. I had tens of thousands of soldiers. Died tragically on the battlefield, hate the jackals from the West for invading our borders..."
The storyteller was frothing at the mouth, and his words were full of emotion, and everyone in the audience sighed and sighed. What no one noticed was that a person sitting in the back row quietly stood up and sneaked out.
If He An and Fan Dazhi see this person, they will definitely be familiar with it. This person is none other than Bi Yunfei, who has not been seen for a long time.
"He boldly makes trouble for the people, gathers the crowd to spread rumors, and confuses the crowd with his monstrous words!"
The storyteller was talking energetically on the stage when he was suddenly interrupted by a sharp shout, the door was kicked open, and two soap-coated detectives rushed in fiercely. The crowd in the hook column screamed, and there was chaos.
Bi Yunfei stood outside the door, with a sinister smile on his face, turned around and left quickly.
