Great Sui Guoshi

"What's going on, General Qu?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I heard from Qu Yuanfeng's personal guards that they sneaked into the Dadouba Valley only seven or eight feet away. Suddenly, it was snowing heavily, and a monk with a height of more than one foot appeared, chanting scriptures, invulnerable to swords and guns, and infinitely powerful. After the break, he entangled the other party and was beaten with a stick..."

Yang Guang frowned, and went into the tent to check Qu Yuanfeng's injuries in person. The waist armor of the armor he took off was smashed to pieces, many pieces were embedded in the flesh, and the surrounding area was bruised. It was indeed a heavy blow. due to.

"Then Murong Fuyun really has an expert to help, otherwise there will be a heavy snow, and the invulnerable Buddha will appear..."

The war went well before, which gave Yang Guang the confidence to recover the Northwest in one fell swoop, and even open up the Southern Silk Road. They thought it was an unfavorable battle in the front and made an excuse, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"If the national teacher is here, he will be able to break the thief!"

Liu Jianwu, who followed Yang Guang out of the tent, knew who the imperial master was talking about, so he couldn't help asking cautiously: "Your Majesty, why don't you let the minister send a message quickly to recruit the imperial master to break the enemy's spell?"

"It's been a long way. I only sent people back to Chang'an at this time. I'm afraid it's too late."

Yang Guang returned to the big tent of the Chinese army, looked at the hanging map of the Western Regions, and was silent for a long time, then turned around and punched the desk: "I don't believe it when the Chinese army arrives in two days and storms this canyon." A mere corner of the land can hold back thousands of my mighty armies! Even if it takes my life to fill it up, I have to catch someone who can do it, and I will flay him alive!"

Liu Jianwu hesitated for a moment, then arched his hands heavily: "Yes!"

The sky is bright, the snow has melted, and time is passing quietly. In the white world, a long dragon holds a lot of banners, winds up, and gathers outside the huge military camp.

In the army camp, the figure lying on the bed made of fur gradually woke up, smelling the strong smell of herbs, Qu Yuanfeng opened his eyes weakly, the pain in the waist and ribs tingled from time to time, and the dry mouth He groaned, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and slowly sat up with his arms propped up.

"What time is it now... Come here... What time is it now, how long will Ben be in a coma!"

The weak voice alarmed the guards outside. A soldier opened the curtain and came in. Seeing Qu Yuanfeng who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him, while turning his head and calling out to his companions to inform the general.

woo~~

After drinking a bowl of warm water, Qu Yuanfeng faintly heard the desolate ox horn outside. Holding the soldier's arm, he went out, urging another soldier who was following him, "Why blow the horn? You can't forcefully attack Dadoubagu, the place inside It’s so small, the opponent can trap our army with only spells! Hurry up and inform His Majesty, we can’t attack by force!”

With a loud voice, he stumbled and ran a few steps, fell into the snow, got up again with the support, clutched the blood-oozing bandage, and limped to the gate. He came on horseback, and when he saw Qu Yuanfeng, he yelled, "Confused! Go back and lie down!"

"His Majesty!"

Qu Yuanfeng didn't listen, and stumbled over, holding on to prevent himself from falling, and went to the snow on one knee: "...Your Majesty, the canyon cannot be attacked by force, and the magicians around Murong Fuyun will surely Taking advantage of the terrain to lead our army inside, once trapped inside, the ice and snow will only make the soldiers unable to see the enemy, and they will be frozen and starved to death."

"How come I don't know."

Over there, Yang Guang got off his horse and came to help him up. He quickly took off his fur and put it on Qu Yuanfeng's body, "But I have no other way. The Khan of Tuyuhun is inside. If all previous efforts are wasted, wouldn't it be the soldiers who died in this battle? Are they all dead?"

While speaking, the Chinese army outside the camp was still rushing to assemble. Someone seemed to feel something, raised his head subconsciously, and then called out.

"Look at the sky, what is that?!"

In the team not far away, many people heard the shout and raised their faces. Looking at the blue sky with white clouds, a black shadow whizzed towards them with light...

at the same time.

On the Dadouba Valley, Tuyuhun Khan wearing a leather jacket stood at the height of the canyon, basking in the cool sunlight, looking at the ice and snow outside the mountain, raised his hand, and pointed to the faintly visible Sui army camp in the distance. Hehe laughed, and spoke to the one-armed old monk beside him.

"National teacher, look, the soldiers and horses of the Sui people are still coming from afar, and they are really not afraid of death."

Buddha Lianzun held his one arm in front of his belly, kept flicking the beads in his hand, and squinted his eyes to look at the Central Plains army outside. The valley here is a dead valley, and it is impossible to get in and out. No matter how many people come, once they are captured He was trapped by spells, and he never thought of leaving again.

At a certain moment, the Khan next to him was still talking, and the old monk seemed to feel something, his face turned to the east with the corner of his eyes, and the middle of his mouth suddenly said, "Huh?" ' doubts.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

Murong Fuyun followed the monk's line of sight and slowly turned away, only to see a mass of light in the sky like a shooting star across the sky, flying straight to the Sui people's camp over there.

"What it is....."

When the whispering voice came out of his lips, Yang Guang, who was talking to Qu Yuanfeng in the military camp far outside the mountain, suddenly heard a commotion coming from the gate, and Liu Jianwu said, "Your Majesty, I'm going out to organize the army!" Turning around After two steps away, a violent whistling instantly flooded the ear door, and the snow on the ground turned up a wave of snow and buried him directly.

boom!

A loud noise exploded in the camp. Qu Yuanfeng, Yang Guang, and the surrounding soldiers instinctively raised their hands to block the oncoming wind and snow. At the place where there was a loud noise, the snow on the ground was swept away, revealing a huge circle, with a long sword inserted into the ground in the middle, the blade trembled slightly, and white air rose.

"Father Ben is so cold..."

A familiar voice came from the trembling sword, and Qu Yuanfeng's face suddenly showed joy, and he turned to look at the emperor: "Your Majesty, this is my master's Moon Misty Sword!"

Yang Guang naturally knew the dharma sword stuck on the ground. Hearing Qu Yuanfeng's words, he was taken aback for a while, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him would be a disciple of Lu Guoshi in the future, so he patted him on the shoulder quickly: "Go and see, is it the national master?" There is a letter from the teacher."

"Um!"

Qu Yuanfeng endured the pain, and a smile bloomed on his face. Master's magic sword flew over. He must have known about the battle here, so he must have sent Yue Yu over to help.

Sure enough, when he approached, he saw a painting scroll tied to the sword, so he arched his hands and bowed to the spiritual magic sword, "But my master asked you to send this painting?"

The Moon Misty Sword trembled, and the picture scroll on it fell to the ground with a 'snap', and trembled twice, then slowly rose up, "It's freezing here, I don't want to stay long, and I don't want to talk too much, Farewell!"

With a swish, it lit up the Dharma light and flew into the sky.

Yang Guang cupped his hands towards the magic sword of Shengtian, and walked quickly to Qu Yuanfeng's side: "General Qu, did the national teacher send you a way to defeat the enemy?"

"Yes."

Standing in front of the sword pit, Qu Yuanfeng looked at the note in his hand, with a smile on his face, tightened the scroll, and turned to look at the emperor.

"Your Majesty, please help me transport some spirits, so that I can break his big fight today!"

Inhaling the thousands of miles of plateau, the army always has spirits to drive away the cold, and now hearing that it can defeat the enemy, Yang Guang laughed, and turned to recruit Liu Jianwu who had just squeezed out of the snowdrift.

"General, hurry up and prepare the spirits! I want to see how the master and apprentice of the state will defeat the enemy!"

The latter wiped off the snow on his face, and looked around suspiciously, not knowing what happened.

...Did the general miss something, and just buried it for a while, oh...how did he find a way to defeat the enemy?

Chapter 625 Ten Thousand Arrows Burn Snow Valley

"Light three incense sticks, prepare candles, sacrifice animals—"

The snow in the camp was swept away, and a two-foot-high simple wooden platform was built. Liu Jianwu followed Qu Yuanfeng's instructions, set up an altar facing the Dadouba Valley in the distance, lit joss sticks, and offered a bloody sheep .

"General Qu can also spell?"

Looking at the smoky incense candle, Yang Guang turned his head and looked at Qu Yuanfeng, who had unbuttoned his hair and disheveled hair. The latter held the scroll of painting in both hands and pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment.

"Will... used to be."

The piece of paper held by the fingertips contained the content of the master's instructions, and there was only a simple sentence - lay out the scroll, pour wine on it, and shoot the rocket!

This technique is not done by the teacher, remember!

Qu Yuanfeng knew that this was a picture specially prepared for him by his master knowing that he had lost his cultivation. It was just the last sentence, and he probably understood what it meant.

After standing for a while, holding the scroll in his hand, he walked slowly up the wooden platform, turned to the east, bowed in the direction of Chang'an, and then slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand on the altar.

On the top, the black ink outlines the thick clouds, with layers of ups and downs. The forest at the foot of the mountain below seems to be hunched over by a strong wind, with branches and leaves falling off and floating in the wind.

"Bring the wine!" Qu Yuanfeng, who was kneeling in front of the painting, said in a low voice, and Liu Jianwu, who was standing on the side, nodded, waved his hand down, and shouted: "Come on, bring the wine jar by jar to me!"

When the wine was brought up by the soldiers with their burdens, Qu Yuanfeng looked at the scroll and gently rubbed the corners, and suddenly said: "General, please take someone to Dadouba Valley and prepare rockets. When it rains over there, shoot arrows in there." !"

Rain, shoot rockets?

The half-life general thought it was absurd, looked down hesitantly, and saw the emperor nod with his hands behind his back, sighed, so he had to do as he got off the wooden platform and took people to prepare kerosene, arrows and other utensils. He quietly left the camp with more than [-] archers, and walked towards the canyon over there.

"General Qu, when will you start doing this?"

Liu Jianwu led the people away for a while, and Yang Guang stood on the spot and walked back and forth with his hands behind his back. His eyes sank, but he floated up again, frowning and looking at the motionless figure above.

"Your Majesty, wait a little longer."

Qu Yuanfeng raised his head and looked at the blue sky, with white clouds wandering away. He has no mana now, so naturally he can't urge the animation scroll, but since the master asked the Moon Misty Sword to send the scroll, there must be other ways to trigger it. The only possibility is It's time.

From Chenshi to Riyusishi, the sky still didn't change, the scrolls spread on the ground didn't move at all, and the green ink paintings didn't move at all, just stroking slightly in the wind.

Yang Guang, who was waiting below, and the soldiers who had stood behind for a long time were getting impatient, and their stomachs were growling as it was approaching noon.

"Master..."

Qu Yuanfeng's knees were numb, his body was stiff and trembling slightly, but he still had no intention of getting up, the moment after he murmured, the moment when the sun high in the sky tilted slightly, it was just past noon!

Suddenly there was a gust of wind on the flat ground, and the dust and snow particles on the ground swirled up, sticking to the person's clothes and face, and the originally bright sun suddenly darkened in the person's field of vision.

Yang Guang grinned and smiled excitedly on his face. He shook his wide sleeves and looked at the clouds gathering in the sky, "The national teacher has appeared, and the painting of the national teacher has appeared! Haha——"

The strong wind was blowing, and the banners and flags of the camps were flying. Qu Yuanfeng looked around excitedly, stretched out to the wine jar with trembling hands, smashed the mud seal on it with one fist, and then pushed it down!

Large streams of clear wine flowed out along the opening and fell onto the painting frame. Instead of soaking through the paper, it disappeared in an instant.

boom--

In the gloomy sky, there was a sudden thunder, and a bluish-white electric light flashed across the tumbling clouds in the drowsy world.

Murong Fuyun, who was standing on the height of Dadouba Valley, looked at the sudden change of sky in a panic, and stretched out his hand to grab the old monk's empty cuff, "Master, what's going on?"

"The emperor of the Sui Kingdom invited an expert."

Fo Lianzun fiddled with the Buddha beads, his face was solemn, Sui Kingdom had many high-ranking people, but he knew only one Great Sui Kingdom Master, Lu Liangsheng, and he experienced the other party's cultivation level with his own eyes in the Huangfeng Mountain Monster Cave. , In a head-on fight, there is no chance of winning at all.

It's just that I didn't seem to come here in person... maybe I can delay it a bit.

Thinking about it this way, the old monk uttered the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha--"

The Buddha's name is solemn, and at the same time as it spread, a drop of coldness fell on the vertical seal, raised his eyes, and the turbulent cloud drew countless rain lines.

woohoo!

The sky and the earth are full of the sound of rain falling.

"It's raining?"

Murong Fuyun wiped the coolness off his face, his beard stretched out in panic, he grinned, and turned his head to look at the old monk: "Master, the Sui people want to fill the canyon with water?"

"Hmm..." Buddha Lianzun didn't reply, he looked suspiciously at the rain curtain that fell into the bottom of his eyes under the flickering electric light. Looking in the direction, what catches the eye is densely packed fire points lit up in the distance.

Murong Fuyun stepped forward, laughing even louder.

"Rocket? It's like heavy rain, and you still use rockets?! The people of Sui knew that we were in short supply of arrows, so they sent me rockets? Haha!"

However, the Khan suddenly wrinkled his nose, put the rainwater accumulated in his outstretched palm under his nose and smelled it, and the smile gradually froze on his face.

The rain, which was originally mediocre, gave off a scent of wine, even stronger than the usual spirits.

"liquor....."

Whispering suspiciously, when Murong Fuyun turned his head to look at his national teacher, there was a Tuyuhun soldier coming out holding a torch on the other side of the deep valley palace, and the falling rain touched the torch, and with a bang, his whole body instantly burned into a ball of flames.

"Ah-"

He let out a series of miserable screams, ran chaotically and crashed to the edge of the cliff, stumbled and fell to the bottom of the valley, and there was a dull sound of bang in the distance.

not good!

Immediately understanding what the Sui people invited the expert to do, Buddha Lianzun pulled Murong Fuyun for a few breaths, and flew down the valley, ignoring the guards waiting below, and at the same moment his footsteps crazily stepped on the rocks.

Outside the Dadouba Valley, Liu Jianwu rode forward, watching the rain pleasingly over there, slowly drew out his saber, and raised his arms above his head.

Then, cut off a touch of Senhan's sword light!

"put!"

The next moment, the sound of strings rang one by one, and dense fires rose into the sky, dragging burning black smoke, across the sky, and fell down towards the canyon. The burning arrows bounced off the rocks and fell. On the ground, more were nailed to the ground at the bottom of the valley with flames. The moment the flames touched the wet soil, light blue flames sprang up and spread rapidly in all directions along the flowing wine.

At a certain moment, the bright flames blasted for several feet, and the snow melted and precipitated under the wine to form a flow, which burned the entire valley bottom. The towering flames licked the cliffs, and the bluestones burned up along the way. On the wet mountain walls, Buddha Lianzun pulled Murong Fuyun into the gate of the palace, the cliff behind him was covered by fire, forming a sea of ​​flames, and the soldiers who had no time to escape were engulfed in it.

"Close the palace door quickly!" Murong Fuyun lost his high spirits before. It was the first time he had seen such a big sea of ​​flames, and he yelled at the soldiers who stayed in the hall to close the palace door, and some soldiers brought a basin of water He rushed to the door and threw himself into the fire.

boom!

The thrown clear water fell into the sea of ​​flames, and instantly burst into flames and attacked the soldier. He turned into a ball of fire and screamed hysterically.

Outside, at this time a large number of Tuyuhun soldiers were running in the sea of ​​flames. Their extremely flammable leather jackets covered the flames, making terrible burning sounds and heart-piercing screams. The body was curled up by the flames until it was scorched black.

The huge fire illuminated the gloomy sky, and the entire valley turned into a burning mountain. The team that retreated several miles away could feel the scorching heat and stinging skin from the air, and occasionally heard one or two horrible sounds from inside. The screams made everyone feel terrified.

In the army village more than ten miles away, Yang Guang ran up to the sentry tower, watching the flames soaring into the sky, his hands clinging to the fence, and it was difficult to close his open mouth for a long time.

...This is the spell of the national teacher.

Several hours later, the gloomy sky gradually dissipated, the rain of wine stopped, and the flames all over the mountains were also extinguished. Soon, Yang Guang led his soldiers and horses into this scorched valley, and the hot ground made people feel uncomfortable. Unable to get close, did not dare to go in until the night was dark and the cold air hit.

Sui soldiers climbed up to the building that was built close to the mountain, and saw countless charred skeletons, which were broken into pieces and scattered all over the ground when they poked them with weapons.

Everyone smashed open the heavy rock door, entered inside carefully, and then ran out covering their mouths and noses. In the hall, the lights were still burning, and the illuminated place was full of corpses piled up in disorder, like a pile of steamed There was a nasty smell from the meat.

Tuyuhun Khan Murong Fuyun was sitting on the first seat, his skin was drooping and his white bones were exposed, and beside him was a one-armed monk who was still intact, but he was silent. ,