laughing soul

Shaman Chuanmu turned his head and glanced at the military adviser standing aside. The man was standing silently in the corner, with a thick piece of glass in the middle of the bridge of his nose, looking at the battlefield expressionlessly.He seemed to have a third eye between his brows, and the moment the shaman turned his head, he bent down and said respectfully, "The patriarch."

"The military adviser thinks that the time is ripe?"

The strategist raised his eyes slightly, with a vague smile on his lips: "Since the prey has already entered the encirclement, if we don't attack now, when will we wait?"

Shaman Chuanmu waved his hand to call the soldiers who had been standing by his side all the time, and he just winked and left knowingly.He lowered his head slightly at first, as if he was caught in some kind of distant memory and couldn't extricate himself, until the corners of his eyes were dry and he had to close his eyelids to relieve it, then he showed an unscrupulous and sinister smile, and the steel knife in his hand almost chopped off Xia Qiusheng's flesh and blood: "It's a bit reluctant to bury this romantic young man with my own hands today."

The military adviser still had a Muggle face: "Could it be that the patriarch doesn't want to take his life?"

Shaman Chuanmu looked at the military master's calm dead fish eyes for a moment as if he had heard some extremely funny story, and said word by word: "I can't wait for his body to be broken into pieces. "

There is no place to put the deep hatred and grievances of the past dynasties, so they have to accumulate bit by bit on the existing unlucky descendants. Up to now, the original cause has become secondary, but they want to find someone who is either innocent or sinful. Filled with resentment and resentment, they piled up recklessly, as if this imaginary enemy fell, and everything would be fine.

In his long life, the so-called "Qiu Sheng" was probably a benchmark who fell alone and could be set up by thousands of others.

The military division gave a rare smile: "So, very good."

He has no extra time to investigate, how can anyone think about his own life while taking into account other people's life and death?Let's solve the immediate problem first.

Shaman Chuanmu gave an order, and the large army camp that had been facing the battlefield from beginning to end was blown out with a big crack. The military camp was built in the shape of a yurt, and no matter where you looked at it, you couldn't find any entrances and exits.When he saw such a strange thing in the enemy, Han Jianhua once thought it was a construction waste, but he didn't know that it was just a unique shape, and the way to use it was to explode it when it was used.

Qiu Sheng originally stood on the high pavilion overlooking the whole situation, so he naturally noticed such a freak. Unfortunately, although he has some military ingenuity, he is still a layman after all, but he is only half a bottle of swaying level. What kind of way, He Lingyu couldn't catch up with the bumps on the way.Shaman Chuanmu has always been a cautious master in everything, and the people around him who can get close to him within half a mile have been friends for several years, so the informants that Han Jianhua had placed before were basically useless on the periphery. There was no big noise, so Qiu Sheng was careless and ignored it.

However, at this moment, after the shaman Chuanmu gave an order, a series of crackling sounds exploded one after another, billowing thick smoke filled the surroundings, and when the enchanting smoke gradually dissipated, countless black army armored soldiers Walking out of it like ghosts and ghosts, the posture of the battle has the courage to break through the sky. The military camp behind them is pitch black, as if they climbed from the abyss of the underworld.

Qiu Sheng only felt that his warm heart was like a shriveled stinky rag, wrung out of all the blood and water, and slowly solidified into ice in the cold air.

It's just... too careless.

There was a subtle silence all around, and even the sounds of soldiers fighting were deliberately suppressed to a minimum. The soldiers of the two teams wearing different armors and uniforms scanned the past with complicated and inexplicable eyes, and the focus of their eyes fell on the same position.

Han Jianhua was also stunned for a moment, and then shouted in Qiu Sheng's direction: "This is impossible!"

It's one thing not to allocate energy to go deep into the yurt to investigate one or two things. After all, Han Jianhua is a veteran general with rich battlefield experience. His first reaction when he saw such an extraordinary and strange thing must be to send some people to guard it secretly. The quality level of the entire army of the South Camp was also selected by Han Jianhua from the big camp, and the defensive density can be imagined.

And with such a level of defense that even flies flying out must see the patterns clearly, no one entered or exited the yurt for half a year.

Han Jianhua looked at this group of people who seemed to come out of the ground, and a bunch of goose bumps unconsciously developed on his back.

He looked at Qiu Sheng in a little horror, but saw that the man was only slightly stunned for a moment, and then his expression returned to normal.

"The whole fire army obeys orders! The original plan remains unchanged! Kill——"

The head of the horse is looking forward to the South Camp, it is definitely not just for fun, as long as the coach gives an order, even if the mountains of swords and fires in front of him are gone forever, they will scramble to jump down.

The atmosphere of the entire battlefield became lively again. Han Jianhua found Qiu Sheng's eyes through the flying dust, and saw the man lazily tilted his head and gestured: "Bronze and iron dummy, no matter what, how far we have to last!" When the spiritual rain came, the situation was resolved.

The so-called copper and iron dummy is just an upgraded version of the marionette. It is placed in the central plains of Da Viet as the plaything of princes and grandchildren. On weekdays, gold and silver wires are attached to the joints of the dummy. If it is a small object, It is enough to manipulate a dummy like an ordinary person without any effort.This thing is especially popular in the affluent south of the Yangtze River, and Han Jianhua knows its operation method very well. After hearing this, he turned his head and observed for a while, but he didn't find any trace of a thread.

There was no time to look at Qiu Sheng again, another group of Nanmans charged up had blocked his sight firmly, thinking that it would be more difficult and dangerous to come to Qiu Sheng than him, I am afraid that he was too busy to take care of himself.

He calmed down and suddenly understood.

Without a connection, this is a problem that Qiu Sheng cannot overcome, so He Lingyu must be invited to come all the way to solve it.

The Jiangnan battlefield was billowing with gunpowder smoke and messy, and the fragmented corpses were shocking. The red blood blasted the entire battlefield into dust, choked into the fragile esophagus of the horse, and adhered to the dry mouth surface of the soldiers, causing waves of sharp pain.The ghost generals who galloped straight towards the Long Live God from the ground, trampled the fallen corpses to powder with no bones remaining in an overwhelming posture, and then drifted away without a trace in the gust of bloody wind.

At this moment, Jiangnan is no longer a warm and rich land of abundance, but a sinister hell where everyone is in danger. Except for the evil spirits on the battlefield, there is absolutely no life within a hundred miles.

Nan Daying was stalemate, and Tianyuan Temple was never stable.

He is full of knowledge and knowledge, and he can't remember the solution to the so-called "sell the soul to the Kunlun Mountain God as a slave". With his broad horizons in the past [-] years, he has never seen Who would want to do things to such a degree.

Thousands of years ago, there was no distinction between gods and ghosts in the world, all things lived and died together, withered and prosperous changed day and night, and all living beings were chaotic and unconscious.Except for the creation of Pangu, Nuwa, the man-made creature, and many gods who stood on the mountains one step ahead when the world opened and closed, the world was originally in a state of great harmony and peace, until the gods sacrificed their bodies to thousands of queens. For tens of thousands of years, there are finally some beings who are unwilling to be in a trance, and they force their own minds to penetrate through the ages.

This is the so-called god of later generations, following the latter as a human being, born in the ten thousand hectares of land, carrying the Changqing heaven, suffering and suffering all his life, being mediocre, if he treats each other with an optimistic heart, there should be some sincerity and sincerity to promise him, this mayfly After a while, it can be regarded as a happy life; and after that, those who are stubborn will be thrown into the eighteenth level of purgatory, and they will be called demons, monsters, ghosts, and ghosts. It is unrefined to be regarded as a pig and dog.

The gods are tolerant?

The reason why a god is a god must be enshrined by the world, eat some incense to maintain the same appearance for a thousand years, and the soul that has persisted for a thousand years and is still not wiped out is a great tonic for them, but it is something they can't ask for.

Press your soul into the feet of the Kunlun gods, and you will live forever and never be reborn, and you will suffer such humiliation for the rest of the year.Even though he has a tall image on the outside, trapped in his heart, his spine has been bent by the gods from beginning to end, and he is nothing more than a noble pug.

No one is born to be a slave, and no one is willing to betray his eternal pride for his selfish desires.

Even if you are a lowly farmer in this life, you will not be free, but there is no guarantee that you will not be prosperous in the next life.

"No matter how difficult the situation is, people always live with hope," Jing Ran said, "It's a treason for him to create a poisonous bone for his eternal life, but this time he is willing to fall into reincarnation... really it's just for Qiu's family Is it not a good time not to avenge the destruction of the country?"

Chu Yu glanced at him, then slowly stretched out his hands to rub his temples, and sighed softly.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but ever since Chu Yu realized that Chu Quan's intention was on the Fallen Soul, he began to suffer from migraines one after another. When the pain was severe, he even wanted to bang his head on the table. Both heads were taken off as a dowry gift to Qiu Sheng.

"Pavilion Master?" Jing Ran helped him, "I just took the medicine in the morning, why did it start to hurt?"

"It's okay." Before he could get a splitting headache, Chu Yu casually took a bowl of herbal tea and drank it up. His vision immediately became clearer. He pulled out a sea pattern letter from his sleeve and handed it to Jing Ran, "Wait Help me find out who this girl Lu Qingyan is, be it a general from Beili, or a lackey from Dayue. Qiu Sheng can't wait any longer here, the Western hairy devil won't be able to make trouble for a while. Let the shaman tidy up."

"It's easy to say," Jing Ran accepted the letter, but just put it in her hand and didn't read it anxiously, "Didn't you check it out a while ago? Didn't Wang Jiusi find anything? Your poisonous blood is not very useful now." The monk understands, but with His Majesty's method of extorting a confession by torture, how can the tattooed scholar be so stubborn?"

Chu Yu coughed: "I haven't told him about it yet, what about Lu Qingyan and Chuqi, it's better for him to know less about these messy and smoky things."

"..." Jing Ran smiled helplessly, "Is something wrong at the South Daying Camp? So anxious."

"Qiu Sheng wants to go to the front line in person, at least it means that General Yu Zizhong, the former commander of the Huo Army, has suffered an accident. General Yu is also a well-known veteran general in the Southern Camp. This accident must not be a coincidence." Chu Yu sighed softly, Grabbing the blue long coat hanging on the side, he wrapped it hastily around his body, lightly hooked the lower button of the light armor with his left hand to lock the light armor tightly, and while pulling the ten-thousand-foot bow with his right arm, he turned his head and blew a long whistle outside the house, " Shamanchuan Muben was at odds with Da Yue. After forcibly snatching the eight counties in the south of the Yangtze River from Qiu Sheng, he could not wait to put two chicken feathers behind his back and be reborn as a phoenix. Right now, the fighting passion is the most intense. The moment of climax. It should be to concentrate the firepower on the fire army, cut the general under his horse, and force Qiu Sheng out, but he doesn’t know how to use all kinds of tricks.”

When he said this, he seemed to be a little veiled worried, with an almost invisible melancholy on his brows, he lowered his head in Jing Ran's somewhat bewildered eyes and added: "The most important point is that he is playing tricks on me. If you don't go coaxing her, won't this daughter-in-law who got her early want to fly?"

The sympathetic look on his face was too late to withdraw, so he quickly changed into a wonderful expression of thunder: "...Your Majesty playing temper?"

The owner of the pavilion, who was eager to coax people, obviously didn't want to go deeper with a bald donkey. After all, this is not the emotional experience that a bald donkey should have. Curiosity is curiosity, but it's just that there are thousands of feelings in it, and you always feel that you have lost affection. Yun Shen is also very willing to know where he is, and the authorities are fascinated, and the fascination is also fascinated so that the heart relaxes.

Chu Yu got on his horse and left. Before leaving, he waved his hands compassionately and said, "Read the letter!"

Jing Ran obediently looked down at the letter, only to see that there were only a few short lines on the letter.

"The situation on the battlefield is changing, and Wanwang is considerate of himself. If you are in the temple, you can take care of your body before you go to the appointment. I am afraid that there will be no flowers and no scenery to enjoy in Moshang in the cold winter, but I will give you a winter plum that has just bloomed in the south of the Yangtze River for a while. Qing couch. I am trapped in the battlefield and cannot flow cleanly. My heart and feelings are all far away in the Tianyuan of Xiangshui."

On the back of the letter paper, I saw a cluster of beautiful plum blossoms drawn with cinnabar brushstrokes, which seemed to have a dark fragrance coming through the paper.

Jing Ran was quite disgusted by Uncle Qiu's teasing, but at the same time, she couldn't help being puzzled.

Where is this temper tantrum?It's clearly a gentle confession of affection.

The monk in charge of the monastery who has lived for ten years and has never had such emotional entanglements scratched his head for a long time, but still to no avail, so he had to temporarily fold the letter in half and put it away, dangling his body that could not lose weight no matter what. , Went to the Cangjing Pavilion to check the list for Chu Yu.

Tianyuan Temple has a more complete and ancient Buddhist scripture pavilion than the Yingxiantai Zhongshulou in the capital. Compared with Cuiwei Pavilion and Wugu Village’s Buddhist scripture pavilion, it is only slightly inferior in ancient books for the art of poisoning poison , besides that, for 5000 years, he knew everything about astronomy and geography.

The list of female generals in Beili hundreds of years ago does not think there will be too many people, and this person can be regarded as a hero who founded the country. He took a small piece of white cloth and gently wiped off the heavy dust on the writing, thinking that there would be no Too hard to find.

Lu Qingyan.

Time passed like this, the halo of dusk gradually spread out on his fingertips, it was easier than imagined, but it took only a whole afternoon, and he had already investigated this person in the largest range today. The bottom is off.

"The founding female general of Beili, she worked as an undercover agent in the Northwest Army camp for several years. She was courageous and brave. She is a legendary female general who is rarely encountered in thousands of years. She then took the opportunity to sneak into the land of Jiuli to learn the basics and lead the army. Snatch the territory of Chu Quan, the chief of the Jiuli clan. In order to prevent them from killing them all, it is impossible to let the people of the future generations nourish their deep hatred and revenge against the Beili clan in the future. General Lu deliberately led the entire army to pretend to be the Northwest Army, falsely claiming that he is a major general of the Northwest Army..."

Since it was written, this historical book, which records the country's hatred and family feud in the previous dynasty, has been neglected by the monks in charge of the Tianyuan Temple for many years.

I don't know what kind of expression Chu Quan will show on his face when he sees these lines of records that twist the facts?

Regardless of the grievances and grievances of the four majors, Jing Ran still couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

But when he gathered his eyes again to look at the remaining few lines, he slowly stopped.

"General Lu was the first generation of glory, and when he finally returned to Beili after the First World War, he was found pregnant. The general himself admitted that the belly was actually the flesh and blood of Chu Quan, the head of the Jiuli clan. As soon as the news came out, the whole clan immediately Shocked, just when everyone in the clan thought that the general was about to imprison a fetus to plead guilty, the general resolutely left the Beili clan with the fetus in his womb.

Her complete life, on the book, is only condensed into a few lines of petty lowercase. Who will write one or two more words of love, hatred, and hatred in the tears of blood?

Jing Ran stood silently at the door of the Sutra Pavilion for a long time, holding a book with yellowed ancient books and stood there all night until the little novice who cleaned the Sutra Pavilion came to clean it the next day, what he saw was like this Vice scene.

He was dressed in a simple cassock and stood still, his eyes were calm and peaceful, and he had a vaguely peaceful and compassionate expression. His fingertips were stained with old dust that had accumulated for many years on ancient books, which made him look extraordinarily dusty.

The little novice didn't dare to disturb him, but he held the broom tightly and said "Amitabha" with a low eyebrow, turned and left, and followed his companions to sweep the yard.

After all, there is only one person left in the huge Sutra Library.

He bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows for a long time, until his neck was too stiff to move, then slowly turned around, facing the newborn sun, facing the slightly glaring sunlight, showing an inexplicable smile.

"The poor monk doesn't understand..."

Across a layer of window paper, and the distance of several miles, he knelt down piously and slowly, and said softly, "My Buddha is merciful", and the fingers that kept turning the beads shattered One of them burst into dazzling brilliance in an instant.

"All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata... In an instant, all delusions will disappear. If you know your own nature, you will reach the Buddha's land as soon as you realize it." Slowly close your eyes, lightly touch the fragment with your right index finger, and three drops of red blood fall on the beads. Suddenly, the light is shining, and the boundless and endless Buddha seals suddenly appear in the air. Wrapped in light, heat and warmth, he raised his head and stretched his body like an elk bathing in the warm winter sun.

With blood in every word, he crushed a Buddhist bead again.

The golden light in the sky suddenly turned into a dazzling bright red color, and the vivid and strange colors often make people think of some stories involuntarily. The ghosts and ghosts painted on the rock walls of Mogao Grottoes seem to break out of the ground in this flash of thought.

He bit his lips tightly and frowned, as if he was enduring some kind of great pain, until the blood red gradually faded and turned into a stream of blood foam slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He finally regained his light and opened his eyes, put his palms together, drew a circle on his palms stained with blood, and murmured in a low voice: "My Buddha is merciful, my disciple is ignorant and incompetent, fearless and hopeless, has no desires and no desires... God of Heaven and Earth Buddha, please give me a helping hand! In ancient times, there have been thousands of knots, and thousands of fruits have sunk into the underworld, but I ask for a solution—”

As soon as the words fell, the brilliance was instantly taken back into the heavy history book in his hand, and the three characters "Lu Qingyan" floated into gold against the starlight, and suddenly, a pair of figures flew out from between the pages of the book, Two or two forget each other without words.

Thousands of words, how many can't escape the blame, from this moment, he calmed down tacitly.