Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

Yes, I have the ability to make you stand up, but I will not do so. Cao Xuedong will be surrounded by negative emotions such as regret and resentment for the rest of his life.

Murder is heartbreaking.

Zhang Luojia smiled with satisfaction. The lame bereaved dog was nothing to be afraid of. She decided to set off back to Fengxian the day after tomorrow. Yang Weihai hinted many times to please her and wanted to keep her by his side for his own use. It wasn't that she didn't know, but that in the current national crisis, personal interests should be put aside.

Besides, when she returns to the consciousness space, the original owner will not have the same ability as Zhang Luojia, nor will he have the foresight of the future, let alone the level she is doing now. So, why bother.

Zhang Luojia sent another letter home to Mr. Fan, reporting that he was safe. Then he asked Yang Weihai to take care of Fan Xiaodi, and then boarded the train to Fengxian.

Marshal Zhang received a telegram in advance and sent a car to greet him. Zhang Luojia's invitation to Yang Weihai's military help was undoubtedly great news for Marshal Zhang. Because Zhang Luojia knew the historical timeline in advance, she suggested that Marshal Zhang secretly stationed troops and arranged Near Wicker Lake.

Zhang Luojia knew how butterflies flap their wings. She had previously used Yinshan sect techniques to kill Ishihara Wanji, a high-ranking official of the Japanese pirates, in advance. Therefore, she could not guarantee that the date of the incident would be consistent with history. This time she planned to strike first.

June is coming soon, Zhang Luojia welcomes Zhang Hui, who has reunited after a long absence. With him are a dozen Taoist priests in tattered and dirty clothes. Zhang Hui introduces that these are Taoist priests who have come down from the mountain to join the world with righteousness in their hearts. Zhang Luojia was overjoyed and arranged for people to stay.

Then he shared his plan with all the Taoist priests. Only one person hesitated whether he should use magic to harm people, and the others all voted in favor. Zhang Luojia didn't say much, and just asked the security forces to take the man to a village that had been invaded by Japanese pirates to take a look. When he came back, the Taoist looked angry and joined Zhang Luojia's plan.

Zhang Luojia thought that after all, the weapon gap between China and these imperialist ambitious wolves was too big, and the disparity in strength was too great, so it was better to use some ingenuity to deal with them. The skills and skills accumulated by our ancestors for thousands of years are in vain if they are not used. A dozen people gathered together to plot for several days, and Zhang Luojia informed Zhang Shaoshuai of his next plan.

Marshal Zhang was shocked when he heard that Zhang Luojia wanted to take the initiative to provoke a war. "Mr. Fan, although the Japanese pirates are provoking frequently now, if we take action first, I'm afraid we will give them a perfect excuse."

Zhang Luojia thought to herself that even if you huddled in your lair and never came out, the tracks of the Nanman-Manchuria Railway near Liutiao Lake would still be deliberately blown up by Japanese pirates and framed for us. But she couldn't clearly say that she was a person from a hundred years later, so she could only use Super strong language logic, extremely provocative language art that makes people move with emotion and reason.

At the end, Zhang Luojia cleared his throat: "Young Marshal, this battle is bound to start. Otherwise, why would the Japanese pirates be stationed here for so long? How can we allow others to sleep soundly beside the bed? Have you forgotten the revenge of killing your father?" There is no grievance or enmity, so don't they still play dirty tricks? I have contacted many fellow Taoists to jointly set up Juehun Town and cooperate with the defending army to strike first, and Commander Yang Weihai has also agreed to send troops. "

Marshal Zhang thought for a moment, then slammed the table, "Done! Call the generals together quickly, we have an urgent meeting."

On a day in mid-August of 2011, the sky over Shenyang was changing unpredictably. It was only about four or five o'clock in the afternoon when the sky darkened. Fiery red clouds surged. A man wearing a black hat ran out of the Japanese pirate army, with a look on his face. He pointed to the sky in panic and babbled without knowing what he was talking about. Suddenly there was an earthquake, and some houses collapsed where the Japanese pirates were stationed. The sky was filled with dust for a while, and screams could be heard endlessly.

At the same time, hundreds of cannons roared, and a hysterical cry of "Come on--" was heard not far away. The densely packed Fengxian defenders surged forward with Zhang Luojia's improved rifles in their hands.

Zhang Luojia looked pale and looked at the small mushroom clouds that were exploding in the distance, and smiled. The beginning of this war has been rewritten. Under her brainwashing, Marshal Zhang has also made contact with the Jinggang Mountains. I believe that this time the land of China will The suffering will not last that long.

Only Zhang Luojia felt a little guilty. He glanced at the Taoist priests who were sitting on the ground. They all had faces as golden as paper, and three or two of them had blood stains on the corners of their mouths. Using mortal power to activate the magic circle to cause strange phenomena in the world will lead to loss of life. She used the original owner's body and did so without consulting the original owner.

Let's find a way to make up for it when the time comes.

Zhang Luojia's mission was almost completed. She felt that she might return to the sea of ​​​​consciousness space at any time. She wrote two letters and left the thinner one with Zhang Shaoshuai so that he could open it when the time came. Marshal Zhang also joked: "Does Mr. Fan and Zhuge Kongming generally have any tricks up their sleeves?"

Zhang Luojia smiled and said nothing, and sent another thick letter back to the Fan family's old house. He found an opportunity to retrieve the food, penicillin, antibiotics and other medicines prepared in the space and sent them to the front line, quietly waiting for the return of the original owner.

On a night when artillery fire roared, Zhang Luojia suddenly felt a silence in his ears. He slowly opened his eyes, and it turned out to be that familiar space.

Zhang Luojia looked at Fan Jiayin's appearance in a trance. He had been in this body for a short time, but he had the most profound impression.

"Sister, no, the good news of sir's kindness will never be forgotten." Fan Jiayin's cheeks were wet with tears, and she fell to the ground in tears.

Zhang Luojia hurriedly pulled her up, looking a little embarrassed: "What, Jiayin, there is something I need to explain to you. It's the Wicker Lake spell. It has a different lifespan than yours. I..."

Fan Jiayin quickly interrupted her and said in a firm tone: "I have seen it all. Sir, my life is nothing compared to the important matters of my family and country. My relatives have been protected by Marshal Yang. , Even if you take all the good news of your life, you will not say a word."

Zhang Luojia was a little moved, "Good news, it's my fault that you have lost your life. I have explained everything to Marshal Zhang. He and Marshal Yang will keep your Fan family safe. I have something else I want to entrust to you. You have also seen it." I wrote a letter and sent it to the Fan family. I hope you will go to Chongqing in twenty years and give it to a student named Yuan from the Department of Agricultural Sciences of Southwest Agricultural College. I have written all the details in the letter, and it will matter for decades. After the Chinese people have enough food and clothing, please don’t forget the good news.”

Fan Jiayin couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

Zhang Luojia's naked eye could see golden light spots slowly seeping out of the entire consciousness sea space. Xiaoyu, who had been silent for a long time, exclaimed: "It's merit! Jiajia, so many merits!!"

Some golden light spots stuck to Fan Jiayin's body, making the whole person glow faintly.

Zhang Luojia understood, relaxed and said with a smile: "Good news, now you don't have to worry about your lifespan. These golden lights can ensure that you have a smooth and worry-free second half of your life. Heaven is kind, and if you do more good deeds, you will definitely be rewarded."

After seeing off Fan Jiayin, who had always been grateful, even Zhang Luojia, who had a calm personality, couldn't help but jump with joy. Merit, merit, merit! A lot of merit! Did she successfully rewrite history?

"Xiaoyu, look what happened after Fan Jiayin returned?"