laughing soul

The plan was proceeding in an orderly manner as before. Han Jianhua led the army to attack the shaman Chuanmu at night on the second day originally stipulated. Considering that the opponent was likely to have a backup, he reserved three more hidden troops in the rear.Thinking of Qiu Sheng's tragic fate of being a live target every time he went to the battlefield, the two gathered in the commander's tent to discuss for a long time, and finally decided to temporarily let Yu Zizhong take the post of commander of the fire army, and Qiu Sheng went with the military division. Hang high, withdraw from the battle situation and win thousands of miles away.

This person grew up in the battlefield for several years, let him watch others take command and go to war, and hang himself as a mural on the wall as a scene. It is very uncomfortable.

As expected, the shaman Chuan Muguo really took those copper and iron dummies and put them on the bridge as a pretense, but in fact he gathered thousands of troops in the barracks and was ready to go. The floodgates are wide open, and the sky and the sky are overwhelming.

Although they were prepared, the two still underestimated the strength of the shaman Chuanmu's army, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and Qiu Sheng was not on the sidelines to help and accompany Han Jianhua. It was somewhat difficult for Han Jianhua to cope with such a fierce offensive. Sheng followed closely behind, breaking out in cold sweat one after another.

Countless times I wanted to go forward with a knife and a gun, but in the end I still tried my best to hold back, and instead followed the military division to observe the situation, and released military bullets at the right time to inform the commander who was trapped in the battlefield.

The situation is far from optimistic, and even being evenly matched is a bit reluctant, but compared with Qiu Sheng who is sweating profusely, the military division standing quietly on the side is quite calm. Qiu Sheng rushed down to the pavilion.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty trust General Han?" The military adviser combed his long beard a few times, shook his head as if he was drunk for a long time before uttering a complete sentence, "In my opinion, if we continue to develop according to the current situation, our army will surely win."

This military division is one of the few veterans who stick to the South Camp, but somehow he got a bad habit of thinking that he is a fairy, and he is willing to tie pigtails on his beard when he has nothing to do. Ghosts or ghosts, men or women or women.Qiu Sheng's straightforward temper has always been unable to bear this kind of person, so although the two have worked together for a long time, they have no deep friendship with each other, but now Qiu Sheng is not the arrogant young man back then. I can't lose it, but I can more or less listen to the words of the seniors.

"If you talk about strategizing and winning thousands of miles away, this skill is still superior to seniors." Qiu Sheng said softly, "I still need to learn more."

Qiu Sheng was always unwilling to use his high position outside of him to limit the conversation when talking to people he was familiar with, so the military master would naturally not know.

He also just smiled at Qiu Sheng's dispensable self-effacement, turned his head to look at the battlefield, and happened to witness Han Jianhua raising his sword and cutting off the head of a tall and powerful enemy lieutenant, splashing With hot blood all over his head and face, he just wiped it casually, turned around and directed at the soldiers who took the opportunity to sneak attack with a ruthless move.

Qiu Sheng's heart hanging in his throat suddenly dropped half.

It turns out that personally supervising the army is such a disgusting feeling. I don't know if it is God's pity. During this period of time, it is like a miracle that good news comes.

One of them is naturally that He Lingyu immediately left for Beijing when he received Qiu Sheng's urgent military letter. This girl is not a pampered master. But in six or seven days, they can arrive safely.

And the other one was a long letter from Chu Yu, who Qiu Sheng had been looking forward to for the stars and the moon, which really shocked the Long Live Lord.

Leave the tomato eggs to Qiu Sheng, and the Kunlun Mountains, which are full of birds and beasts, is not short of these two rather spiritual little things. , the letter paper is still the usual sea-grain wood paper, covering a whole large wooden table, and the last drop of water stains on the table was wiped clean by Qiu Sheng staring at the letter in front of the exhibition.

The current situation is really not suitable for the lingering love of children, the clanging of war drums and the sound of iron and blood killing can still be heard outside, but in a short while, a thick stack of military newspapers has been piled up in his tent, many of which are marked with red Wax stepped up the military report, which shows the urgency and complexity of the battlefield situation at this time.The military master was still waiting on the high pavilion, clairvoyant in his palm, slightly damp with a thin layer of sweat.

Qiu Sheng looked at the letter unfolded in front of his eyes with a difficult expression, biting the dead skin on his lips that had been flying off due to over-drying, and tasted the taste of blood, so he half-closed his eyes and licked the corners of his lips, sighing softly, In the end, he chose to race against the clock to be selfish, and for a while, he bent down and sat down, looking carefully at the dimly lit light, and gradually frowned.

Chu Yu can be regarded as a person who promises a lot of money on weekdays. It is very unusual to release Qiu Sheng's pigeons a while ago, not to mention that Qiu Sheng was seriously injured on the battlefield because of this person's missed trip. Nominally bearing the name of Jingui, but in reality he is a master who will be fine until he dies. This matter is a debt owed to him by Chu Yu, so naturally he will automatically filter it out and not pursue it.The more serious matter is that he clearly knows that something serious has happened on Chu Yu's side. Otherwise, judging from that person's ability to do things in a hurry, things that can hold him back must not be easy. Sesame mung beans that were resolved.

He has seen Chu Yu's usual handwriting. Uncle Qiu, who has not made any achievements in calligraphy since he was a child, can see from this incident that it is not that he cannot master skills such as brushwork and brushwork, but he has not yet met. The one who forced him to go this way.

Nowadays, Qiu Sheng can detect even the slightest difference at a glance, not to mention that this letter was obviously written by Chu Yu in a very urgent situation. A lot of changes have taken place, and some strokes with a relatively simple structure have obvious instability and tremors, presumably caused by lack of effort.

His eyes turned bright blood red under the lamplight, and his fingers holding the seaweed paper trembled slightly uncontrollably. The next moment, he accidentally knocked over the porcelain cup filled with hot tea at the corner of the table, splashing the water in his hand. With the quiet tea fragrance, a series of red blisters are burned.

This sound seemed insignificant against the rumble of drums outside the tent and the sound of fighting in all directions, but it alarmed Li Ci, the old eunuch in Hou's outer room.This loyal servant was as usual, in the court hall where the needles could be heard, they all reacted unanimously when he heard Qiu Sheng hit the teacup. The wind was almost blowing under his feet, but he still didn't dare to open the curtain in front of the door. Standing at the door, he asked softly, "Your Majesty? Do you want this old slave to change another cup for you?"

It has been a whole day since he stayed on the high pavilion to observe the battle situation, and the mucous membrane inside Qiu Sheng's mouth began to dry and astringent. He felt that he would lose his voice if he waited for a while, but he felt that anything that entered his mouth would make him nauseous at this moment. Disgusted, he didn't answer for a while, just grabbed a writing brush with a dry tip and exploded, and flew out with his fingers, which happened to hit Li Ci's eyebrows on the other side across the door curtain.

When this master is not interested in seeing people, he seems to have taken a gunpowder. Naturally, Li Ci didn't bother himself: "The old slave retreats."

There was no one in the tent for a while, Qiu Sheng stared at the letter paper spread out on the table with red eyes, if the faintly burning sparks in his eyes could materialize and bring it over, the paper would have been wiped out long ago.

He stared at the small characters written by Chu Yu stroke by stroke, and suddenly felt a severe headache, as if someone had taken a big steel hammer and deliberately smashed his temple hard. A feeling of vomiting that cannot be expressed in the mouth. It is obvious that I have not eaten for a day and a night. I bent down and lowered my head, but a series of acid in the stomach flowed up, burning the throat and lips. All of it was sprayed on the ground, and mixed with the cooling tea, it gave off an unknown strange smell.

"Within ten days, the eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River will definitely see you. There is nothing we can do, but we have brought in some reinforcements, and I hope they can be used for a little bit. I have been trapped by mundane matters for the past few days, and I can't get out for a while. I hope you will forgive me."

These words are vague and alienated. If you use the usual way of talking about things, it would be "I will come within ten days if I can, and I can't do anything if I can't; I'm afraid you will be beaten by that old fox Shaman Chuanmu." Bian, I asked for help from an expert with good intentions, please do not wait until the day we meet; there is a proper reason for my failure to attend the appointment, but for some unexplainable reason, I can’t tell you, if you If you have good eyesight, don’t ask.”

It's not a day or two to deal with Chu Yu. Others can't understand what this bastard is talking nonsense, but Qiu Sheng can already translate it very well. This mouthful of consumptive blood choked in his throat, and he almost didn't get offended by this heartless man. Cried.

Who is the owner of Cuiwei Pavilion, and the complex relationship between Dayue and Cuiwei Pavilion? Qiu Sheng thinks he already knows it well, but he really can't figure out what Chu Yu has to say.

After spending three or four years together in spring and autumn, Qiu Sheng always felt that there was always an obstacle like gauze curtains and window paper between him and Chu Yu. For the two people who meet each other, it seems like a gap between them.

There was the sound of artillery explosions outside the tent. Qiu Sheng bit her knuckles fiercely, forcing herself to stay awake and calm down no matter what. If the other side doesn't want to put him in danger, this army of fire will eventually fall into his hands.

In the contest between rationality and instinctive emotion, the latter will always win the upper hand without any dispute, unless it is the ancient sage who was exiled from the immortals to be able to be empty-hearted and ascetic, and Qiu Sheng is undoubtedly just an ordinary person.

Qiu Sheng bit his finger for a long time, and found that self-mutilation was not very useful for improving his thinking ability, so he replaced his finger with hot noodle soup that was left aside for a long time. It was very disgusting, but he had no other choice, but sent it to his mouth mechanically, and swallowed one mouthful after another.

Chu Yu was coming, with a serious injury that he did not know when and where.

When he thought of this, his head felt swollen again, and he swallowed the last drop of noodle soup in a daze. It was completely different from the mood when Chu Yu ran to Tiancheng to see him that time, he raised his head slightly, and thought inexplicably: How did I become a burden to him?

Not long ago, he was still thinking about how to solve that person's worries and problems, but now that he understands, he has completely lost his figure. Isn't it ironic and absurd?

Qiu Sheng held his head in a daze for a long time, but finally he had no choice but to smile bitterly.

And Ying Datou himself was staying in the room with Jing Ran to study that ghostly ancient text, probably because of the long period of time and suffering from the wind and sun, this old antique has long been destroyed and turned into a tattered book. Some key words and phrases are just left for future generations to refer to, and the rest should be edited by your own imagination.As the reincarnation of Chu Quan's old monster, Chu Yu was more or less proficient in some ancient Chinese, and he and Jing Ran helped each other, and they even guessed and fooled for two or three days before they wrote the thin three pages. All papers were translated.

However, the ancients are the ancients, and their way of speaking is even more convoluted than that of the great immortal Chu Yu. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't see any way, so he turned his head to look at Chu Yu: "Pavilion master? "

Chu Yu bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were firmly locked on the pages of the ancient book as if they had hooks, he turned his face slightly, and nodded to Jing Ran with a "hmm".

Jing Ran felt relieved, and took out a pack of silver needles from her sleeve: "Just wait and see, I'll put needles on you, with your current physical state, even if you understand it, it's useless."

Chu Yu tilted his head back, allowing Jing Ran to gently remove the crown on his head.As the old bald donkey moved, his mouth was dishonest, and he just muttered: "At least one year and a half in the future, don't tie up this lock of hair for now. Since you are going out with people from Tianyuan Temple, you must It won't make you too tired, this little thing..."

The long hair under his hand was pulled forward suddenly, but it was Chu Yu who pulled it back forcefully. There were even a few long hairs at the end of Jing Ran's hand, but the man didn't seem to feel it. Knowing that he stared at the ancient book closely, murmured a few words to himself as if obsessed, and stood up abruptly.

There are also a few silver needles stuck on the acupuncture points on his head, the whole person looks like a hedgehog has become a spirit, and the expression on his face is also forcibly blocked, and it took a long time to show a pretty face. With a look of astonishment, he raised his hand and held the page in front of Jing Ran: "Three years, if the records in this ancient book are not wrong, the time left for you, Qiu Sheng, and even the whole of Dayue is only three years at most. Year."

Jing Ran stared at the pile of sketched symbols in a daze for a while, followed Chu Yu's slightly stiff fingers, and finally found the right position.翛: "The skylark dedicated the mountain soul to the Westerners?"

Chu Yu slowly lowered his right arm that had been held up in the air for a whole stick of incense, lowered his eyebrows and said helplessly: "The last time I went back to Kunlun Mountain, I went to meet her specially, and I should be close to each other. That's the trick. Now, although I don't know why she did such a deviant thing, but I can clearly know how Chu Quan can survive without relying on me."

"Westerners brought in mountain souls, sacrificed the blood of hundreds of newborns, and incarnated their bodies with camphor camphors. They hung the spirit of this precious and rare thing on the Western dolls, and for the time being Chu Yuna If they don't pay attention, they will save the soul-scarred Yuanshen. Then they will do everything possible to wake up Chu Quan at such a high price, but they will get a dead soul that should have been buried thousands of years ago, so what benefits can they get from it?"

Just as Chu Yu was about to speak, he opened his mouth, but accidentally touched a silver needle on the top of his head that sealed the acupoint. Steady body, but couldn't resist the needle body that had already been detached from the scalp and hit the ground. I wanted to continue to speak without seeing it, but unexpectedly there was a sharp and vivid stabbing pain from the temple, and the world was spinning in an instant, and I didn't choke on a mouthful. He spat out some blood froth abruptly.

This set of acupuncture moves the whole body, Jing Ran quickly helped him remove all the silver needles from the rest of his body, picked up an ancient book on the table, and tapped it lightly on Chu Yu's back : "Is there nothing wrong?"

Responding to the sound, he coughed up the last string of sweet blood, Chu Yu rubbed his tight chest, gasped for a few breaths, and continued: "Yarff is not a fuel-efficient lamp, Qiu Sheng is hidden in the shell of the dead soldiers The navy below must have been discovered by him. As for why he did not attack Dayue together with the northern Li and southern barbarians, it may be that on the one hand, the two sides intend to obtain different results from the war, and on the other hand, it is a fight between snipe and clam. The fisherman's abacus is to take over the entire Central Plains in one pot. What can impress such a person to work hard for him is nothing more than a bargaining chip that can gain the upper hand in a life-and-death battle with Da Yue someday in the future."

They are all people who understand, and the conversation is clear at this point. After Chu Yu sorted it out, he immediately understood: "Does the pavilion master mean that Westerners will use the power of the mountain soul to invite magic soldiers?"

Chu Yu nodded with complicated eyes.

Guessing is one thing, accepting it is another. Jing Ran, who has only had a kind face for many years, is also stunned at this moment: "Really? If this is true, no matter what the outcome of the future naval battle between the Western Ocean and Vietnam will be , wouldn’t he be swallowed up by the reincarnation of the heavens, and even such a little bit of remaining soul would be crushed under the Kunlun forever?”

Chu Yu bit the corner of her mouth: "You are more familiar with this than I am."

Jing Ran kept pinching a string of cold Buddhist beads in her hand, and suddenly raised her head after a while: "Wait, don't you still have a soul left with him?"

Lihun was something that had been done a long time ago, but going to the soul was delayed because of the great danger. Moreover, Chu Yu's body was in a broken state for a long time, and he often kept going. Running up and down in the capital in a dissuading manner, if something like this happened suddenly, it might not be taken back by someone else, but this old man dying on the bed first died.

"My soul doesn't matter, it's not like I can't survive if I lose it," Chu Yu said with an ordinary look of calmness, "how can I break this ghostly soldier?"

People are born with three souls and seven souls coexisting in one body, probably because there are too many of these things. As Chu Yu said, the loss of one or two does not actually affect daily life, at most it takes away what is left of the body itself. Some memories and thoughts are harmful to one's body and can be used to forget some troubles, but are beneficial to one's body and can be slowly made up from the remaining souls. It is really not a big deal.

But there is a saying called "I am born to be useful", this soul is put in Chu Yu's place and thrown away as a matter of course, but if someone with a heart pays tribute to some people with evil intentions, then this matter I am afraid big.

"This is something to say later, but the poor monk has one thing he doesn't know."

Chu Yu: "But it doesn't matter."

"The Skylark Mountain God has no grievances or enmities with the Pavilion Master. Why did he dedicate the mountain soul to the Western Maotou? Did the Pavilion Master never think about what the Westerners or Chu Quan exchanged with the Skylark Mountain God? In their hands What chips are you holding?"

"Or, what kind of force is forcing the mountain god to take this step?"

It was the deep winter, probably because all the incense that had been taken was offered to the Bodhisattva, the fire in the temple was extremely dim, and even the room where Jing Ran lived was filled with a cool breeze. Standing in front of the gleaming brazier, shivering from the gusts of wind blowing on the head and face with the wind and snow.

shudder.

Chu Yu looked at Jingran's eyes that hid all the turbulent waves deep in his pupils, and let out a soft breath: "He sold my soul to the gods of heaven and earth with that soul as a deposit."

It seems that regardless of human beings, ghosts, gods and Buddhas, when cornered, there is no one who is not in a hurry to climb the wall.