At dawn, Shi Xiaoxiao became interested, took out a red piccolo that was more than a foot long from his arms, and played a melodious tune. When the song ended, footsteps sounded in the dense forest. After Aiguo finished performing the technique, he walked out quickly,
As if she had found gold, her face was full of joy, and she kept chanting: "Master Ge, it's really done, it's really done."
Without waiting for Song Yang to ask, she smiled and said: "Keep your eyes open and look carefully!" As she said that, she put a small bamboo whistle into her mouth... The bamboo whistle did not make any sound, and another scene appeared in the dense forest.
There was the sound of footsteps, and the demon monk strode towards the crowd with a kind smile on his face.
The voice of the Yao family's Gu whistle cannot be heard by ordinary people, but it is enough to command the puppets. Shi Xiaoxiao was shocked when he saw it, and said in surprise: "This is really comparable to the methods of gods." Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking,
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the traveling demon monk bumped into a big tree in front of him.
The big branches and leaves were swaying wildly, and the demon monk puppet was also knocked back by the force of the recoil, but then he stepped forward in the original direction. No need to ask, he hit the tree again. Aiguo let out an ouch and hurriedly changed.
The bamboo whistle ordered, and the demon monk turned around stiffly and avoided the big tree.
Song Yang asked from the side: "Can you speak?"
Ai Guo blew out the whistle, shook his head and curled his lips: "It would be good if he can walk around, but I still want him to talk. I'm not really a god."
When the Gu whistle stopped sounding, the demon monk did not stop, but followed the previous instructions and walked forward in a straight line... Song Yang followed him and watched for a moment, then turned back and asked Aiguo: "Change your expression.
?" The demon monk always had a smile on his face. At first glance, it seemed like nothing, but after a while, he started to look stupid.
Ayiguo hesitated a little: "Here... try it." Then the silent whistle changed back and forth, but the demon monk always smiled. After trying a few times, Heikou Yao became impatient at first, raised his hand and slapped her hard twice.
He slapped him in the face and scolded him in his mouth: "Smile like an ancestor, don't laugh!"
After receiving two slaps, the demon monk was still smiling... Song Yang frowned. Shi Xiaoxiao also smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking at Song Yang: "You want to rely on him to retrieve the other half of the body, but I'm afraid it won't work.
.”
The demon monk is simply a walking corpse now. This kind of effect is far different from what Song Yang expected, or what Ayiguo said when he was bragging. If you have to rely on him to deceive the source of the poison, there are too many flaws. But.
What could Song Yang do? He knew that the other half of the corpse was at Zheqiao Pass, so how could he not go there? If he missed this time, he might never have the chance to return his old man's whole corpse in this lifetime.
Ayiguo also knew that he was delaying things this time, so he played a few silent notes to make the puppet stand in place, and then said to Song Yang: "Maybe... find Xiaonan, she knows the art of disguise, so she can pretend to be this little turtle.
Already."
Song Yang knew more about the art of disguise than Heikou Yao. If Nan Rong was present, it would be easy to turn Song Yang into another person; but if he wanted to turn Song Yang into a 'designated person',
I'm afraid it won't be completed even if it takes three to five months. It involves peeling off the skin, making masks, and many other details. Making a human skin mask is definitely not something that can be completed overnight.
Song Yang took out the needle bag and applied the needles steadily on the demon monk's face. Acupuncture was magical and could hold the cheek muscles. Song Yang kept adjusting the silver needles to change the silly smile of the other party. After a while, the demon monk's smile gradually faded and finally became
His face darkened.
Song Yang put away the silver needle and sighed: "That's it, tell me the method of controlling the puppet..." Before he finished speaking, Aiguo's eyes widened: "Your baby is dreaming during the day, don't tell me.
You can’t teach it, even if I want to teach you, you can’t learn it. If you’re not from the Yao family in the mountains and haven’t exchanged Gu blood since childhood, you won’t be able to learn this skill at all.”
What used to be an extremely simple thing to calculate has become more and more troublesome. Perhaps it has to do with Imperial Physician You. Song Yang has long lost his usual calmness and feels irritated from the bottom of his heart. Ayiguo looks indifferent: "
Don't be anxious, I'll go crazy with you."
Song Yang glanced at her and nodded: "If I can come back, I owe you something, whatever you want."
Ayiguo smiled and said: "It's not so serious, you save me first." As he said that, he started to change his clothes. Previously, Song Yang asked Shi Xiaoxiao to take off the clothes of the emissary's entourage. Now it came in handy. In fact, it was also
It's just the clothes of an ordinary businessman.
After disguising himself, he smeared some mud on his face to try to hide his true face. Before setting off, Song Yang suddenly pulled the demon monk over, slashed his wrist again with a knife, and said to Ayguo: "Zheqiao Pass.
If there is a big epidemic, his blood can detoxify, you have to drink a few sips." Ultimately, the flood epidemic cannot be regarded as a plague, it is an overbearing and highly toxic disaster. Generally speaking, detoxification drugs are effective.
In the blood, it flows and circulates throughout the body. Song Yang just discerned that the blood of the demon monk still has residual medicinal power. Drinking a few more sips can be used to deal with floods and epidemics.
A Yiguo had no psychological burden about drinking human blood. Without saying a word, he grabbed the other person's wrist and put his mouth on it. At this moment, Shi Xiaoxiao just realized why Song Yang went crazy and bit him not long ago.
People couldn't help but ask: "Can it really cure the plague?"
Song Yang nodded and said: "Drinking blood is only one of them, and it must be supplemented by medicine. I have it here." The other medicines are all elixirs that Song Yang carries with him. They are rare and precious, and that is why they cannot be scattered.
As for the soldiers in Hongcheng, let alone leading troops to attack Zheqiao Pass.
Ayiguo was quite enthusiastic. After drinking the blood, he pushed the demon monk's wrist into the beautiful monk's hand: "You drink!" Shi Xiaoxiao seemed to be determined to follow Song Yang, and murmured with a wry smile.
Song Yang said, "Fortunately, I have returned to secular life." He forced himself to drink a few sips, and then distributed the supplementary medicine to his two companions.
But the matter is not over yet. In the end, Song Yang waved his "red sleeves" again and made two long scars on his face, and blood flowed all over his face in an instant. Ayguo was shocked: "Are you crazy, kid?"
After exclaiming, she also understood the purpose of Song Yang's move.
"When you come back, I will treat your wounds with my own hands, and there will never be any scars." Song Yang smiled, his blood dripping with cruelty. Ayiguo returned Song Yang's fierce smile: "If there are any scars, I will treat them."
Your baby has turned into a living corpse." With a strong threat, he pulled out a dagger and scratched his own face. Shi Xiaoxiao did the same, and there was no trace of pain in his expression, but Heikou Yao watched it with his eyes.
His beautiful face was scratched by a sharp knife, and he seemed to feel distressed, and kept repeating: "Sin, sin."
With all preparations in place, Song Yang held up Yao Monk and Aiguo with both hands respectively, determined the direction and galloped straight towards Zheqiao Pass.
Yinjiazhan, Qingyang Lei, Golden Palace Face Saint... Every test I have experienced in the past, either integrating resources and taking advantage of the trend, or carefully preparing and thinking carefully, can I break out of the cocoon and break through as expected, but things are unpredictable, not
Every time, there will be sufficient resources for Song Yang to use, and plenty of time for him to prepare.
A walking corpse puppet, a plan full of loopholes that could not even be considered a plan. But even so, he still had to do the thing in front of him, just like what Song Yang said to Gu Zhaojun when the period of mourning expired.
Sentence: I am just a bad boy!
The heavy footsteps trembled the earth, the dragon bird charged vigorously, and there were several levels of madness amidst the splashing of mud and water.
Zheqiaoguanzhong was in full swing.
Although there was no news from the front, the commander and the cavalry were only a few hours away from each other. The mountain-riding infantry in Zheqiao Pass did not feel anything unusual. Under the leadership of the commander, they were sorting out the baggage in the city, waiting for the final departure back to camp.
.While he was busy, he suddenly saw the secret envoy striding towards him with a gloomy look on his face. Then he looked at the three followers behind the emissary, whose clothes were soaked and covered with blood. It was obvious that they had experienced a bloody battle. Many of the soldiers in the capture camp looked at each other in shock and confusion.
The secret envoy and his followers had not stayed in the camp for a long time recently, and they lived in seclusion. They had little contact with the officers and soldiers in the camp, and no one paid attention to their appearance. Now the three people from Song Yang had blood-stained faces and their facial features were difficult to distinguish, so they did not provoke anyone.
Suspect.
After entering the customs, the 'secret envoy' walked up to an officer. The other person was a Wei Zheng, a seventh-grade captain who commanded 500 people. Seeing the envoy, he hurriedly saluted.
With this puppet in their hands, Song Yang and others really didn't dare to talk to the more senior generals. The secret envoy remained calm and silent, and Shi Xiaoxiao behind him spoke on his behalf: "Where is that thing?" in serious Dayan Mandarin.
. This was discussed long ago on the road. Song Yang grew up in Yanziping, and it is inevitable to speak with a Nanli accent, not to mention Heikou Yao. Fortunately, Shi Xiaoxiao can speak fluent 'Yanyu'.
Wei Zheng's position was neither high nor low. He was very unfamiliar with the imperial envoy, but he knew a lot about military matters. After a moment of thinking, he understood what 'that thing' was. He bowed and said, "In response to your order, I have escorted you."
Return to camp."
Song Yang's eyes twitched, and the wounds on his face twitched, looking inexplicably ferocious. Shi Xiaoxiao said directly: "Prepare the car and send us back to camp. We want the best horses, hurry, hurry, hurry."
Wei Zheng didn't dare to delay, so he made arrangements immediately. In less time than a cup of tea, the imperial envoy and his entourage were waiting for the carriage. Wei Zheng also arranged for two groups of soldiers under his command to escort him along the way. As the driving soldiers whistled, the horses raised their hooves and pulled the carriage.
The car went north.
When the leader and deputy commander of the Yan army who were staying here arrived after hearing the news, the carriage was already moving. He did not dare to block the carriage of the emissary, but he followed quickly: "May I ask, envoy, how is the battle in Hongcheng?
?”
The person in the car didn't say anything, only a cold snort came back... The deputy commander frowned. After watching the carriage go away, he first sent an order to the sentinel to go south to check the situation in Hongcheng, and then called Wei Zheng.
I asked the imperial envoy carefully about his condition, but the latter could not say anything at all.
In any case, the imperial envoy did not see me after he came back, which made him feel a little strange. The deputy commander's eyes flickered: "Have you ever noticed that your Excellency looks like he is being held hostage?"
Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment: "You mean those three personal followers?" Then he shook his head and said: "Probably not...the three of them are some distance away from you. If they are kidnapped, you will have plenty of opportunities to escape into our team.
"
As he said that, Wei Zheng laughed: "General, you are overly worried. This place is either poisoned or plagued. If one of our own who has not taken the antidote will die if he comes near, those three followers are not poisoned."
The deputy commander felt a little relieved and nodded: "It's best if nothing happens." Even so, he still ordered his subordinates to release the army sparrows back to the camp, informing the envoy of the camp that he was on his way back, and at the same time asked them to pay attention to the three personal followers.
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Hundreds of miles around were covered by the same dark clouds, and the rain continued unabated. Raindrops fell on the carport, making a soft thud. Song Yang and others were sitting in the car, their bodies swaying with the car. No one was there.