Chapter 510 The Red Dust Refinement of the Political and Taoist Association 6
"What kind of magic is this?" The prince's expression was cold, and the bow in his hand was already drawn.
"Your Highness?" Yang Qiming didn't think a bow was of any use. Just as he was about to persuade him not to do meaningless things, his eyes moved involuntarily to the arrow.
This arrow is far from exquisite. With a range of 300 steps, any upper-level warrior can do it.
It shot into the Mingtang army quickly and flatly, like a pebble dropped into the sea.
And then...accidentally caused a tsunami.
The disappeared soldier reappeared in everyone's sight!
The soldiers of Mingtang were surprised and the army of Daqian was surprised. At this time, screams came from the edge of the battlefield. Two winged dragon and wolf cavalry rushed in from the east and west. After gathering together, they tore through Mingtang's formation like a sharp blade, dividing the battlefield into three. The two groups were surrounded and engaged in internal fighting, or in other words, unilateral massacre.
Dragon Wolf, the weakest one, is also a low-level warrior, more than twice as strong as an ordinary soldier.
The accompanying personal guards, no more than three thousand, were all at their peak.
Do you still need to discuss the additional 300,000 Shimenguan soldiers to be slaughtered?
"How is the mortal formation?" Yi Changsheng patted Yang Qiming's shoulder and left without looking at the results on the battlefield.
Even though the hand has left, Yang Qiming feels that there is still a thousand kilograms of weight on his shoulders. It is the weight of promise, the weight of trust, and the weight of affirmation, but it is also very light, as if a giant flying across the water brings tranquility and distant comfort.
Yang Qiming burst into tears and stared motionlessly at the noble prince's imperial robe. The thin man looked like a towering mountain. He punched his chest, and the depression that had accumulated over the years dissipated.
He shouted back, "Happy!"
The soldiers who had been trapped for many years were excited. This battle was fought happily!
Finally, on this broken battlefield, the blood-stained hands raised weapons, and the numb faces looked up at the tower, and they began to become vivid.
"Immortal God of War, forever cast in glory!"
"The dragon and wolf cavalry are unparalleled in the world!"
"Immortal God of War, forever cast in glory!"
"The dragon and wolf cavalry are unparalleled in the world!"
The battlefield has always been treacherous, and changes often only occur in an instant. The Mingtang army, which is particularly good at defeating large numbers with less, fell into a big hole this time. The invincible immortal formation was broken, and the soldiers were crushed. The leader The monks and warriors were pursued and intercepted by dragons and wolves again. They were defeated and had to retreat hastily.
To the west of Shimen Pass and across the Heshan Road, there is a plain named Zhelong, which is now the headquarters of the coalition forces of the southwest princes. When Mingtang launched the general attack clarion call, armies from all over Shu responded and rushed over. However, the assembly was not completed yet, and the battle failed. The news arrived first.
The soldiers of Daqian were afraid of the magical formation and their morale was low, so when the formation was broken, their confidence was higher than ever.
Vice versa, Mingtang's army seems to have the help of magic soldiers since the arrival of Xu Weixian. Throughout the history of Daqian wars, it is rare for him to defeat the enemy without fighting. The soldiers won without bloodshed. He actually became the winner with less. Homely meals.
When he made a big fuss, the county magistrates from all over the city rushed to beg for admission.
The Mingtang army fought smoothly under his strategizing, but this failure frightened them.
"What should I do?"
"Quickly ask the Prime Minister to think of a solution."
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While the princes in the camp were still arguing about the defeat, the scouts suddenly came to report, "The prince himself has led his troops to kill Heshan Road!"
In an instant, the whole tent exploded. Xu Weixian sat calmly under King Mingtang and said, "Don't panic, I have already laid out the maze in Heshan Road."
King Mingtang released his fist on his knees, and everyone took a breath. Unexpectedly, as soon as they took a break, a bloody man rushed in, stumbled to the ground, and said intermittently: "The confusion...the confusion formation has been broken."
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"What!" King Mingtang stood up in shock, "Who is this prince?"
If there weren't many people present, he couldn't help but want to ask Xu Weixian if the prince was an immortal like him.
Xu Weixian's unmoving eyes finally showed a change. He counted with his fingers, his brows were heavy, and he gave orders in an orderly manner amidst everyone's expectations for a long time.
"Where are the disciples of Gudao Temple?"
"Amitabha." The Buddha's name came from outside the tent, and a monk in white cassocks stepped forward, "I am a poor monk, Pratye Abuddha, and I have come to help you in the name of the abbot."
"Yuanjue, isn't that Senior Brother of Gudao Temple?" A general was very excited and asked, "Are those one hundred and eight Arhats of yours here?"
Yuanjue's brows were clear and light. Compared with the eminent monks in the martial arts who "reached the deepest meaning of Buddhism, and the Zen mind reached the ancestors' virtues", he looked more like a young man raised by Chingshui Lanzhi who knew no sorrow. He nodded and said, "Here we come."
Everyone couldn't help but smile, and King Mingtang looked outside the tent, "Why don't you see the disciples of Xuanyin Palace?"
"It may be later." Xu Weixian turned his attention to Yuan Jie, "When the time comes, I will ask the master to lead the monks to help."
Pratyekabuddha did not respond on the spot, but said, "The poor monk has a question. Can the donor help me explain it?"
"Excuse me."
"It is said that as the war in the east continues, Wuhu Village, Yellow Crane Tower, Yishanmen and other Jianghu sects have all evacuated, but for some reason there is no trace?"
Xu Weixian looked into Yuan Jie's transparent eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "You will see them."
Pratyekabuddha recited the name of the Buddha and stopped talking.
Xu Weixian continued his unfinished order and sent soldiers from various battalions to guard the city. They must hold on to Zhelong City until reinforcements arrived.
"The last order, Li Chen!"
A young man in Taoist robes stepped out from beside him, "Disciple is here."
"You..." Before Xu Wei finished speaking, he suddenly heard hearty laughter coming from the horizon.
"Fellow Daoist Xu is doing well these days."
Xu Weixian let out a sigh, his face suddenly changed, and he walked towards the bamboo forest with a puff of sleeves.
At this time, the morning light had just arrived, and the mist in the bamboo forest was misty, and the dewdrops on the leaves would not drop. He heard the sound of drinking water, and occasionally laughed. As he walked deeper, he saw a middle-aged man in a coarse short coat and a bamboo hat on his head.
The man pulled a branch and told the boy in crescent moon robes how to plant bamboo.
The boy curled his lips and looked like he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the middle-aged man got excited about what he said. No matter whether he wanted to listen or not.
Xu Weixian hesitated, "But Lord Hengdao?"
"You're here," Hengdao patted the boy on the shoulder, "see what I brought you?"
"..." I can't handle it at all.
"..." What did you bring, is it me?
Xu Wei first glanced at Hengdao, who was as honest and simple as a village man in the mountains. He suppressed his surprise and took a closer look at the boy.
Looking at it this way, he saw something familiar, "Are you Lin Yi's child?"
Lin Yi is the real name of Sancai Scholar.
When the boy heard Xu Weixian say his father's name, his eyes suddenly became complicated, both sad and resentful, and he said defensively, "Who are you?"
Xu Weixian comforted him and said, "Your family's study of Sancaijuan is a profound martial arts secret book and a simple Taoist mental method. It is the carrier of speculation for the spread of our secret knowledge in the world. Your father almost touched the threshold of Taoism and was accepted as a registered disciple by me.
"It's a pity that he died young. Let me ask you, would you like to ask me?"
The boy listened in a daze and could only conclude that this handsome man was his father's master. He quickly asked, "Can you help me get revenge?"
Xu Weixian frowned without any trace, and said with a smile, "Boy, after entering the Taoist gate, you have to say goodbye to the world, and you can't touch the affairs of the world of mortals!"
The boy became anxious and said with red eyes, "You are lying. Isn't my master the prime minister of Mingtang? If my master can be the prime minister, I can be a general. I want to go back to Daqian and kill those bad guys!"
Xu Wei first touched his head and called Li Chen, "Take him down and have a good sleep."