There is no such thing as swords, fire, or ghosts in front of you. In fact, if you see these scenes, Li Ye and Master Feihong would not be surprised. After all, it is a test of the way of heaven and a danger that must be overcome by obtaining the secret of heaven.

But the scene in front of me was really unexpected, and it was impossible for both of them to think of it.

Li Ye held the sword, grinned, pointed to the scene in front of him, and said to Master Feihong: "The magic circle of illusion tests wisdom and perseverance; the white bear with thick fog tests combat power and cultivation. I can think of all these. But what is the situation in front of us? It tests our ability to weed, farm, wash and cook, and live a life?"

Master Feihong gave him an angry look.

This look was vivid and charming, as if it was the morning sun, which made Li Ye feel a little lost in his sight.

What appeared in front of Li Ye and Fei Hong were several acres of farmland planted with millet, vegetables, and were growing well, and a small earth-walled farmhouse yard. Li Ye even heard the rooster crowing, and a big yellow dog lay in front of the wood door, sticking out his tongue and looking around boredly.

No wonder Li Ye would say that the way of heaven is to test their ability to live.

The pastoral scene did not make Master Feihong feel awkward, but instead made her look relaxed. Li Ye keenly discovered that although her expression had not changed significantly, there was obviously a flowing light on her face, just like a snow mountain began to melt under the brilliant spring sun.

Master Feihong stepped towards the field courtyard, leaving Li Ye with a light back: "I have a premonition that this is the last test of the secret realm of Heaven. Once you pass this pass, the secret of heaven can be obtained."

Li Ye was solemn.

He and Master Feihong obviously wanted to seize the secrets of heaven, but there was only one secret.

But the seriousness on his face soon disappeared.

Because Master Feihong's voice had already come from the ridge of the field: "I don't want to die of bleeding so early, so come over to heal my wounds!"

Li Ye opened his throat and asked loudly: "Master wants to help me heal my wounds?"

Master Feihong: "I cured you. If you encounter battles and dangers again before seeing Tianji, you can share some of it for me. When you see Tianji, it will be too late for you to die again."

Li Ye limped onto the fields Qianmo: "I can only agree with the first half of this."

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The war in Taiyuan City has lasted for two days.

Under Li Keyong's fierce offensive, Liu Dazheng had to choose to support him. Shangguan Qingcheng was restrained by Fu Cunshen and Kang Junli, and was unable to support Liu Dazheng in time, which made Liu Dazheng's situation even more difficult.

Zhaoyi, Tianping, Henghai and other town troops did not break through the defense line while being blocked by a few forces from the Hedong Army and provided effective support to the Pinglu Army.

In the end, after two days of fierce battle, Liu Dazheng was seriously injured and Pinglu army suffered considerable losses.

Without Li Ye's command, the Pinglu army would not be able to continue the fierce offensive that swept across Hedong before and would win every battle. Now it is difficult to protect itself.

Liu Dazheng ordered that the Pinglu army should be in charge of Yingpan and no longer fight with the Hedong army.

The Hedong Army did not stop its attack. With Li Keyong's own battle, the Hedong Army soldiers launched a fierce attack on the Pinglu Army camp day and night.

The Hedong Army suffered heavy losses before, and was about to be completely defeated, and its morale was sluggish. But now that he recovered and had to retreat to defend, the morale of the Hedong Army increased sharply, and the previous pressure also turned into hostility.

The impulse to regain dignity and glory, as well as the real need to continue to survive in Hedong, let them burst out with unprecedented combat power.

One is rising and the other is getting worse, and the morale of the Pinglu Army gradually declines. The battle situation is unfavorable and the army is in a difficult situation, but the commander is not there. No matter how elite soldiers are, once they cannot see any hope, their psychological defense line collapses, they will become defeated.

At this moment, the Pinglu army missed Li Ye very much and urgently needed a commander who led them to victory.

In the tent of the Central Army in Pinglu Army camp, Liu Dazheng sat at the head of the commander's case. Facing the silent generals in the tent, he felt deeply tired and powerless. Most of these generals looked unwilling and worried, and someone was already suggesting withdrawing the troops.

"General Liu, the Hedong army attacked for many days, and our army suffered heavy casualties. Zhaoyi and other towns were on the wall. In addition, His Highness was not here, and the three armies lacked the backbone. If you continue to fight like this, I am afraid that before the Hedong army rushed in, our morale will collapse first!" A middle-aged general held his fists and persuaded anxiously, "According to the last general's view, let's retreat first!"

Liu Dazheng's face was pale. His injuries had not yet recovered. Although he was a monk, he could walk, sit and lie down, that's all. Once he got angry, he would touch the wound.

He suppressed his anger and looked around the generals: "You all mean this?"

A white-haired general sighed and clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "We cannot resist the offensive of the Hedong Army. If we continue to drag it down, we will only be defeated. In order to preserve the strength of the army, we will recommend that we withdraw back to Fenzhou first, get rid of the danger, and then make a long-term plan."

This statement was immediately echoed by everyone: "Yes, retreat to Fenzhou, with the city there, you can attack and retreat or defend!"

"Sleep here is waiting to die!"

"Zhaoyi and other troops are all snobs. Now that your highness is not here, who knows what their ideas will be made?"

"The night is long and the dreams are many, please give the order!"

Everyone was talking and shouting.

"Enough!" Liu Dazheng shouted softly, and finally couldn't help coughing and bleeding from his mouth.

In fact, the advice of the generals made a lot of sense. Now the Pinglu army cannot defeat the Hedong army, so it is indeed impossible to take good fruit if it drags on. Withdrawal of Fenzhou can indeed preserve its strength. This is a serious and mature statement, not a cowardly battle.

But Liu Dazheng did not dare to do so.

He knew very well that once he took the lead in rescuing the siege, the difficulty would increase exponentially if he wanted to attack Taiyuan City in the future.

If the Pinglu army evacuated Taiyuan City, Zhaoyi and other towns, they would be at a loss. In the future, they would be asked to continue to fight with the Pinglu army, but they would probably not be able to do so. In order to protect themselves, they would probably all return to the town.

Then the Pinglu Army will face the Hedong Army's full counterattack and will be very likely to be driven out of Hedong.

The previous results will be destroyed.

Liu Dazheng did not know the specific details of the secret affairs of Tianji, but he knew only from the military strategy that he could not withdraw at this time.

But what can I do if I don’t withdraw? If I retreat, I may lose. If I don’t withdraw, I will lose immediately.

Faced with the fierce attack of the Hedong Army, the Pinglu Army could not last for two days.

This is a dilemma.

In other words, the Pinglu Army had no choice at all.

At this moment, outside the Pinglu Army camp, the Hedong Army, which had been assembled, was preparing to start a new round of attacks.

On the Wangstou in the army, Li Keyong, covered in his arms, stood with a knife, looking down at the Pinglu Army camp coldly, with a bloodthirsty curve on the corner of his mouth, with a proud look on his sure-to-win victory.

"Your Highness, at most, our army will be able to break through the Pinglu Army camp in two more days. Then it will be the period of the Pinglu Army's destruction!" Kang Junli was a little excited when he said this.

After all, they were defeated in a row earlier, and were almost completely defeated by the Pinglu army at the city.

Li Keyong said coldly: "Two days? It's too long, at most one day. At this time tomorrow, I will see you and others attacking the Pinglu Army camp, otherwise military law will be carried out!"

Kang Junli, Fu Cunshen and others looked terrified, and they all clasped their fists: "Get order!"

With a cold snorting, Li Keyong's eyes fixed on the central tent of the Pinglu Army's camp, "Have they intercepted their escaped troops, are they in place?"

"Everything is in place! As long as the Pinglu army dares to retreat, they will be ambushed by our army. At that time, they will be completely wiped out!" Kang Jun said.

"Okay! All they want is that they are wiped out!" Li Keyong was murderous and said, "Go to fight!"

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Forty miles east of Taiyuan City, there is a small town. Because it is too small, there is not even a city wall. It is only a hundred and ten houses connected into one, with some scattered houses around it, and it is quite far from the central area.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of internal organs, and has shops and inns in the town. Although the store is not big and the business is average, it is also an indispensable part of the lives of this people.

For monks, this place is not far from Taiyuan City, but for the people who work hard all day long, forty miles is already an extremely long distance, and it may not be possible to walk once a few years.

The town is next to the official road, and you can also see some business travelers on weekdays.

Taiyuan City was fighting fiercely, and nearby villages were affected. The town was blocked by a hill due to its special location and did not suffer any war.

The afternoon sun shines from the treetops, mottled into shadows, making people feel lazy. In front of the straw hut in front of the old locust tree in the east of the town, the wine flag fluttering in the wind has been a bit old, with a casual and slight swing, just like perfunctory.

Xu Crook, who was nearly fifty years old, lay on the table and dozed. His saliva fell down the corner of his mouth and the patched cuffs. He didn't notice it at all. A rooster held his head and chest up, clamored and walked past the shed with a group of hens and chickens, leaving behind a ball of hot chicken shit.

"Old lame man, stop sleeping, hurry up and have a drink!"

The big slap on the table was shocked to make Xu Cute look up. When he saw the young man who was tall and magnanimous in front of him, Xu Cute stood up in anger: "You little boy, you need to deal with it, do you dare to bother your uncle's dream?"

"Come on, uncle, if you want to teach me a lesson, you'd better wipe your saliva first!" The young man dressed in a shabby clothes and only had a short jacket on his upper body, had no awe of the old lame man. He sat at the table and reached out to take the teapot and tea bowl on the table to pour himself tea, "Also, this time, the guest is really here."

Xu Cutezi had already seen the guest in the mouth of the young man.

His eyes lit up.

It was a middle-aged man with silver-gray hair, a green and unpatterned robe, easy-going face, and every move was full of elegance, and was walking into the shed.

He smiled and said, "Old man, do you have any wine?"

Xu Crook immediately said, "Of course there is! I wonder which one the guest officials want?"

The middle-aged man smiled unabated: "The strongest kind."

Xu Crouchi clapped his hands: "Customer, wait a moment, old Crouchi will prepare for you now!"

"It's hard work." The middle-aged man found a table to sit down.

There are only two tables in this shed, and there are only six benches.

Although the tables and benches are rough, they are made by farmers at first glance, but they are better than age, and their edges and corners have been smoothed out, so they won’t feel uncomfortable even if they sit.

Xu Cuzi quickly brought a jar of wine and came out with two plates of side dishes. The wine was made by the town people themselves, and the dish was a plate of fennel beans and a plate of Houttuynia cordata.

Put down the wine jar, put side dishes, put the Kaifeng mud, and poured a bowl of wine. Xu Crooked Zi smiled, and the cunning bit of the troublemaker in his eyes was hidden very well, "Customer, how many bowls do you want this wine?"

"Good wine." The middle-aged man smelled the smell of the wine and couldn't help but praise, "This jar is left behind."

"The guest official is so cheerful. He is so drunk that he is not an ordinary person at first glance!" Xu Crook immediately flattered him enthusiastically, but only he knew the sarcasm and pride that flashed in his eyes.

This wine is not ordinary wine, very strong, and ordinary people can't drink much. Even if the alcohol content is good, five or six bowls are the limit. But there are at least 10 or 20 bowls of wine in this jar.

In Xu Cuzi's opinion, this middle-aged man is just a stick. He doesn't know how drunk he will be, so he shows sarcastic eyes and even means looking down at an idiot.

As for being proud, the reason is even more simple: When the middle-aged man gets drunk, isn’t he the final say on how much the wine is?

The poor mountains and rivers are unruly people, and some people in small rural areas are not as honest and dull as outsiders think.

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