Qi Ran disappeared, Hua Longtou died in the rebellion, and Cang Gu Mi abandoned his helmet and armor and retreated to Fengping Valley. He has always been brave and good at fighting, but he has no quick wit. He relies entirely on Hua Longtou to make the decision. Fan Wei, the Lord of the West, led his troops into the north and was invincible. He retreated again and again, retreating to Fengping Valley. There was no way to retreat, just like being headless. Like flies, the generals under the command of Lang Jigou, the leader of the north, came to help, took over the Fengping Valley, and drove the remaining defeated soldiers to the back mountain to avoid getting in the way and disrupting the position.
Cang Gumi took a breath and calmed down a little. He had been following Qi Ran for a long time. He had never eaten pork and had always seen pigs running away. After racking his brains to think about it, he slapped his thigh and summoned a few lucky escapees. The born soldiers, no matter how big or small, gathered their own soldiers in one place and first counted the remaining chips on hand. It's okay if I don't count them. I'm shocked when I count them. Qi Ran's two elites, one led by him and one led by Hua Long, are now gathered together. Only a few hundred are left who can run and jump. As for the ones originally stationed in Feng The partial masters in Pinggu are all crooked and cracked, and it is impossible to pick out a few good ones.
Cang Gumi stared for a moment with a pair of bull's eyes, scratched his forehead, and subconsciously muttered: "Is this all left?" He was discouraged and glanced around, and accidentally fell on the face of a soldier, and paused. There was a pause, as if there was something to look forward to. The soldier called him "Ding Erlang", rolled his eyes, and came up to bite his ears for a while. Cang Gumi's spirit suddenly perked up. It turned out that there was still a thousand soldiers descending in Fengping Valley, and the sky would not take control of him. , has always had its own way, and no one dares to instruct it.
Surrender? Where did the surrender come from? Still not giving orders? Just as Cang Gumi was about to speak, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He grabbed Ding Erlang by the ear and asked one more question. He learned that the leader of this surrendering army was a soldier next to Hua Longtou, and his name was "Shi Huo". "Liu", a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back. He finally remembered that this thousand-man army was not under the command of General Qi Ranqi, but was a subordinate soldier accepted by Han Shiba. They had a simple mind and well-developed limbs. They were nominally led by Shi Huoliu, but in fact they were composed of Ke Yao Niu and Shan Tao. He is controlled by four people, Yan Hu and Yan Lang, and there is a ruthless iron monkey behind him. Who is he qualified to covet.
However, Fengping Valley had already changed hands, and it was not his turn to speak. Canggumi turned around a few times, his mind a blur. Fortunately, Ding Erlang was a smart man, he could discern what was happening, and he plucked up the courage to go out again. When Cang Gumi heard this idea, he thought it made sense and ordered him to make another trip to invite Shi Huoliu.
Discuss with each other.
There was a fierce battle outside Fengping Valley. Shi Huoliu had already received the news. Now he was the leader of the Northern Lord, Lang Ji Gou. None of the generals leading the army was easy to talk to. There was no news from General Qi. Sooner or later, they, the little fish and shrimps, would be pushed away. Going out to be cannon fodder, if you don't plan early, your life will be hard to save. Therefore, as soon as Canggumi came to invite him, he called up Ke Yoke and went with him to discuss a countermeasure.
Shi Huoliu is as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, with mediocre fighting power and a very bright mind. Ke Yuanniu has become more sophisticated with age. In the past few years, he has become older and shrewder. In front of the two of them, Cang Gumi has become a master. Ding Erlang was a big fool who couldn't come up with any ideas. He didn't expect the general to be so helpless, but he didn't dare to interrupt.
Canggu Mi was a general under Qi Ran and had prestige. Shi Huoliu was under Hua Longtou's command and had strategies. Ke Yueniu teamed up with Shan Thrush and the Yan brothers to control the troops and had strength. The three of them discussed it and soon We have reached a consensus that only by holding together for warmth and advancing and retreating together can we seize a glimmer of hope.
After the plan was agreed upon, Cang Gumi felt relieved and casually asked about Tie Hou's current situation. Shi and Ke looked at each other, looking a little embarrassed. Canggu Mi felt excited again. He had fought with the iron monkey and knew that he had some magical powers. Han Shiba escorted Qi Ran south and left the iron monkey in Fengping Valley. Could it be that he was out of trouble? What's wrong? Ke Youniu coughed and explained a few words feebly, without any details, saying that the monkey head had practiced the wrong exercises and lost his breath. He had been lying in the cave all day, unable to get up, and he only had half a life left. Can't count on it.
Cang Gumi shook his head, feeling disappointed, and then left Iron Monkey behind and stopped asking about it, but Ding Erlang kept it firmly in his heart. He took a chance and slipped out, looked for a familiar companion, and asked for information in a roundabout way. However, the Iron Monkey was seriously ill and was not recovering. He barely breathed a sigh of relief and had not left the cave for a long time.
Ding Erlang asked about the location and figured out that Hericium likes to eat fruits. He climbed up the mountain alone and found a nectarine forest. He picked a dozen nectarines that were round in shape and bright in color. He took off his clothes and wrapped them up, then walked over the mountains and came here. In front of the cave where the Iron Monkey lives. The entrance to the cave was clean and tidy, and there were two black pine trees on the left and right. It was obvious that Ke Yongniu and others did not ignore it, but a fishy smell floated out, which was not even blown away by the mountain wind, showing an ominous sign. Choujiro is determined
After calming down, he coughed hard, stretched his head and neck to say hello to the cave, which meant that he was here to visit on the order of General Canggu Micang, and his words were very polite.
After a long time, a faint moan came from the cave, and then it fell silent. Ding Erlang hesitated for a moment, then folded a few pine branches and twisted them together, lit a torch, and carefully got into the hole. The smell became stronger and stronger, making him want to vomit. He held his breath and walked for seven or eight steps. When he turned a corner, he saw a monkey's head lying on the stone, with a hole the size of a fist exploding in his chest. His body was covered in blood and blood. The iron chains and iron rods pierced into the muscles and bones, reaching deep into the organs, as if they were dead, without making any sound.
At the foot of the monkey head, rolled a thick and long red copper stick, filled with evil energy and shining brightly.
Chojiro swallowed, untied the baggage gently, and placed the nectarines neatly under the stone. He took a few steps back and took a few glances. At first glance, it looked like a tribute, and at the second look, it looked like a memorial. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. A thud. He took a peek, lowered his voice, and said a few words about the situation in Fengping Valley. He spoke concisely and to the point, and he didn't know if the other party heard or understood.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Ding Erlang was about to say goodbye when the chains suddenly clanked. Iron Monkey opened his eyelids a slit and glanced at him. There was blood foaming from his throat, dripping down the corners of his mouth. The cheeks dripped onto the rocks, hissing. Ding Erlang blinked his eyes, feeling blessed in his soul, and with an apology, he picked up a nectarine with three fingers and brought it to Iron Monkey's mouth. When it touched the blood foam, it turned into juice and flowed into his mouth. Iron Monkey struggled to swallow a mouthful of blood foam, tasting a little nectarine, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
On that day, the ancient Buddha Gaya used his supreme magical power to gather the thirty-six blood relics that were sent into the abyss into the deserted land in the far west, forming them into the shape of stars. Going back through time, the vicissitudes of life have changed, and the boundary wall has been pushed aside and sent into a large army. , the red sun rises again, Fan Wei, the Lord of the West, returns to the abyss, kicking off a counterattack. However, for Iron Monkey, this was a sudden disaster. The blood relics deep in his heart were snatched away out of thin air. His magical powers were like a mirror, flowers in water, and the moon. His blood energy backfired on his body in the abyss. From then on, he could not afford to get sick and became so weak that even iron chains could no longer be used. Can't break free, can't get rid of it.
He has become a piece of trash!
