laughing soul

Li Ci's mouth was still useless when it was pried open, Chu Yu glanced helplessly at the bloody wrist, turned around and went out of the tent to casually glance at Qiu Sheng's clairvoyance left at the door, his long eyebrows gradually frowned.

No wonder he was sleeping in the handsome tent but couldn't be woken up. It turned out that Fang Jiu's side had already wiped out the shaman Chuanmu's army like the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. It was burnt into a shocking charred black, dotted with some chilling blackish bloodstains, many of which even converged into a shallow stream, slowly flowing to an unknown gully in the distance.The copper and iron dummy was blown into fragments and scattered one after another. The empty black pupils looked straight at the sky, and there was a sense of silent majesty and solemnity, and that bloody and gorgeous gesture was like a sacrifice.

Fang Jiu was standing on the high pavilion. He unlocked the light armor and took off his light armor. He rested exhaustedly on the wooden stake. His head and face were covered with blood and mud. He beat his chest and coughed heavily, tilting his head and spitting out three or five bloody.

There will be a slight reflection of the place where the clairvoyance is aimed at. According to the usual practice, Fang Jiu, who sees all directions and listens to all directions, should have noticed it when Chu Yu turned the clairvoyance glass mirror, but right now he really has no energy left. Opening his eyes, under the condition of excessive blood loss, his eyes were blurred, not to mention the small and hard-to-detect halo, even if Shaman Chuanmu flew another poisonous arrow at this time, he might not be able to dodge it. It's open.

Chu Yu squinted his eyes and saw that the high pavilion was sunk in. He really couldn't see what Fang Jiu's situation was at this time, and he didn't have the thought to fly to the high pavilion to heal his wounds and stop the bleeding. He hurriedly turned his clairvoyance to look around. Go, after walking the entire sand field for two laps patiently, his heart finally cooled down, and he slowly sank into the cracks in the ground.

If you want to see people, if you want to see dead bodies, the soldiers of the Southern Day Camp are used to fighting in iron sand furs. Qiu Sheng is a very conspicuous presence mixed with light armor. The icing on the cake of clairvoyance will not be missed anyway.

But now, looking at the entire Jiangnan Fire Army battlefield, it turns out that Qiu Sheng has not even seen a trace.

The only possibility is that that person is not here.

In such a situation, it would be pure nonsense to say that you are not in a hurry, Chu Yu forcibly suppressed the chaotic emotions floating in his heart, tried his best to calm down his head that was almost shut down due to excessive panic and anger, closed his eyes, frowned and thought slowly.

If he were that little bastard Qiu Sheng, now that the recovery of Jiangnan is just around the corner, there may be a turning point at the end of the peaceful and prosperous age, and the frontier is stable and stable, but the court is like a mess that needs to be sorted out. What is the plan for running out to die for no reason?

"The great cause is about to come true, and I have never failed my ancestors in my life. I should just take the blame for the unbelievable old man and thank you. It's just that Chen Liang's life is absurd. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely take this matter into consideration." Declare the world to seek a fair and just settlement. If future generations say that I have cheated the world, stolen my name and disregarded the reputation of my predecessors, I will accept this infamy... Zhong Han now has a family again, and he is no longer the unrestrained bachelor who used to eat enough for the whole family. , Thousands of people in Jin Yiwei are poisoned by Gu poison, if I live a day and a night, I will definitely not treat it as nothing..."

The man's slightly pale side face due to long-term anemia was reflected in the light, which added a three-point color. He turned around with a smile, stretched out his hand to gently rub Chu Yu's cool cheek, and asked in a low voice: "Ah Yu, would you like to accompany me?" Am I with you?"

Under such deep gaze, Chu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his jaw, and remained silent.

"To be honest, even to this day, I still find it hard to believe that Da Yue Jiangshan is now in the palm of my hand. I am just a wanderer with no ambitions. All I think about is to find a confidant in the world and end my life. Fishermen and woodcutters Farming and reading accompanied by Shengxiao and sleeping peacefully in the boat, and I used to be a man of thousands of households in the past, but now, I have become the leader of the dung beetle." Qiu Sheng smiled helplessly, and exerted strength on the caressing hand, turning it into twisting, and twisted Chu Yu He frowned slightly in pain, couldn't bear to restrain his hand, but was hugged in by someone, pressed the palm of his hand and caressed it gently, and finally raised his hand to kiss him lightly, even Stretching out his tongue to lick Chu Yu's fingertips that were still bleeding, he swallowed all the slightly poisonous blood into his stomach, raised his eyebrows and said with a wicked smile: "This smell should only be found in the sky. The ancients never deceived me."

Chu Yu: "..." Are we not talking seriously, what are you trying to do with your hands and feet?

After hanging around with the old hooligan for a long time, he can be regarded as half a veteran in love, Chu Yu coughed lightly, and turned slightly to his already flushed handsome face, but his hand was held in the mouth by the big-tailed wolf. Pulled back: "The owner of the Wugu village has nine holes in his heart, and I'm afraid he is also suspected of being a wolf-hearted dog, so he left a lot of rumors in the Jianghu, and the people in the Jianghu who have always been chattering and quarreling have never seen this person before. If she made up her mind to embarrass Dayue Jinyiwei, Zizhan, it might not be easy to do it."

When he landed the last word, Qiu Sheng's expression suddenly softened, but he angrily bit down on the flesh of his fingertips, watching a few more drops of blood slowly seep out, and said with a smile: "Everything is possible!" , It seems that there are too many things that cannot be done, such as..." Looking up at Chu Yu's dark pupils, he reached out to wrap his arms around the man's slender waist, pulled him over and hugged him, and rubbed his back affectionately, The brows are full of complacency, "When you declined me back then, if I thought that this matter would never be feasible, daughter-in-law, don't you regret it to death?"

The subtle bleeding sensation made his whole body numb, and finally Chu Yu couldn't bear it any longer. He moved his wrist carefully and pulled his fingers out of a large dog's mouth, calmly wiped off the unknown liquid on his hands with a cloth handkerchief , Changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "The owner of the village is a poor and crazy owner. If he is not careful, he may jump over the wall. This matter is not a good thing to deal with right now. Waiting for Jiangnan to recover completely, I will personally help you Take this trip."

Qiu Sheng's eyes dimmed, but he still asked softly, "Why do you want you to replace me?"

His anomaly naturally couldn't escape Chu Yu's piercing eyes, but he still didn't want to pierce it. He just replied in a business-like manner: "Although everyone in the world knows about the deficit of the national treasury of Dayue, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The lord wants to take the money but he has to get the knife from you. Although I have the entire Cuiwei Pavilion on my back, it is still a poor and desolate small mountain village. The village owner can clearly understand the difference between the big and small, not to mention that now everyone knows the difference between Dayue Shengshang and Cuiwei Pavilion If I go alone, the benefits will be less and the risks will be greater, and I will definitely be able to keep her three points of sanity, and there should be no major problems."

Qiu Sheng squeezed her chin, nodded her approval, followed Chu Yu's tone of seriousness, but at the next moment, she didn't know what kind of rubbish was stuffed into her head, and she showed her wretched and wretched expression again. He rubbed Chu Yu's back twice with his finger, and said with a malicious smile: "Then I would like to trouble the Master of the pavilion to tell you, what is the reason why the constant cutting is still messy? Hmm?"

Chu Yu calmly let that salty pig's hand rub the entire thin waist, and when Qiu Sheng wanted to poke an inch into the seam of his clothes, he couldn't hold back his emotions no matter how calm he was, but he also understood Right now is really not a good time to be tender and gentle, so I hurriedly raised my arm and grabbed his wrist and raised it up: "It's business, don't interfere with the audiovisual."

Qiu Sheng's expression remained the same, but he just raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his fingers and rubbed lightly on Chu Yu's reddish cheeks, then stepped back confidently, folded his arms and pretended to be a gentleman: "It's easy to talk about."

Thoughts could barely stop here, Chu Yu gently opened his tightly closed eyes, only to feel that he had sorted out Qiu Sheng's whole set of thoughts, and then connected with the various abnormal movements in southern Xinjiang over the years, moving forward After tidying up and down, I suddenly reacted.

The copper and iron dummies made by Shaman Chuanmu contain jinhui soil to reduce the burning temperature. Since ancient times, jinhui soil has been as thin and tender as the sulfur charcoal wood and soap medicinal water chestnut that are special products in Kunlun Mountains. If the delicate things in Xinjiang are better than those in southern Xinjiang, if they change places, they will be the southern orange and the northern trifoliate, not to mention that they will not play a leading role in cooling down, and may even add fuel to the fire, making the dummies scrapped faster.

Shaman Chuanmu made a total of five batches of copper and iron dummies, the total number is not impressive, and the amount of golden brilliance soil required is definitely not small.The direction of that ghostly place in southern Xinjiang adheres to the concept of dealing with people who come in and never out, and it is very stomachache to offer silver as a god and Buddha. Pulling some hair off the body, the difficulty factor may not be much better than the danger of the Shu Road.

Now that the battle is imminent, since the village owner is a master with an eye for money, he will not stay in southern Xinjiang and wait for money.She has been fooled too many times by all kinds of deceitful spirits. The world said, "Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of well ropes" is probably such a person. Even now, she may have become a kind of person. A frightened bird, if you don't come to the battlefield to see it with your own eyes, you won't feel at ease if you think about it.

She wants to force the shaman Chuanmu to admit in front of her the combat effectiveness of the copper and iron dummies, and the great achievements of southern Xinjiang, which has contributed a lot of golden brilliance soil, so that it can skyrocket to [-] miles, and take credit for it. The days when counting banknotes until you are soft are not far away.

After Chu Yu drew this line clearly, he immediately understood that Qiu Sheng was in a hurry to ask the shaman Chuanmu the dignitary.

Finally, she was able to have a justifiable reason to drag the village owner to the prison in Dali Temple to drink tea, and tried all the eighteen instruments of torture on her body that was ravaged by poisonous insects. Open the mouth of this woman.

I hope to believe that there is a solution to this golden silkworm Gu, even if the mountains and rivers are in a dilemma, even if life is at stake, I will still have to fight my way out.

This is something Qiu Sheng has the ability to do.

Chu Yu bit his lip helplessly, let out a long whistle, turned around and went into the tent to pick up the knife and take the bow, looked at the wall, but was stunned.

Hanging on the wall are two ten-thousand-foot bows.

One of them is the old buddy that he has been carrying with him all these years. As for the other... Chu Yu reached out and turned the bow and arrow gently, and saw two small gold-plated characters on the back: Chengying.

He couldn't help laughing, he always thought that this person should be a mature, prudent and talented man, how could he know that he would have such a delicate and petty gentle thought while shrinking behind others.

This was an accidental discovery that was too coincidental, and even suppressed his raging anger because Qiu Sheng didn't listen to persuasion and ran around in Jiangnan by three points, and it immediately played a role in calming his anger and calming his heart.Chu Yu hesitated for a moment with the corners of his mouth half hooked, stretched out his fingers and moved Qiu Sheng's shadow-bearing bow away, and when he turned and opened the curtain, the expression on his face was once again submerged in a murderous aura, and the sporadic flashes of meekness and softness were just But short-lived.

Going into the Nanman's old lair alone is already dangerous, not to mention that the shaman Chuanmu is now an old monster with no sense. He didn't like to listen to what he said, and it was serious business to kill people directly with a big knife.

Chu Yu rode away on the snow for thousands of miles, and the battlefield was devastated. The soul that had just risen had no time to care about the young man who flew past his own corpse, but Fang Jiu, who was always leaning on the corner of the high pavilion with his eyes closed, noticed that the wind had changed. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the man in the light armor was bowing his back, and his speed was so fast that there was only an afterimage of nothingness left in the wind.

Where did Qiu Sheng go with the two thousand dead soldiers?Presumably only one person surnamed Chu knows about it in the whole world at this time.

The wound was still bleeding relentlessly, Fang Jiu covered his abdomen and slowly narrowed his eyes, the long sword in his hand could no longer be held due to loss of strength, and fell to the ground with a "dang". The sound was too silent, no one knew it.

The general's mind is deep and difficult to understand, whether it's the frail scholar's skin wrapped in his utter loyalty, or his romantic temperament deliberately, but before the decision of life and death, life is more or less insignificant, so he does everything possible to pretend that he doesn't mind , self-righteously blasting this painstaking effort into fireworks, just asking for a moment of brilliance.

The breath gradually became colder, and there seemed to be reluctance between the eyebrows and eyes, but there was nothing he could do, and suddenly he entangled the corners of his lips and gave a low laugh.

I don't know if the copper and iron dummy snatched back in the last fire is in her hands now?

The [-] dead soldiers who followed Qiu Sheng were divided into two parts. Qiu Sheng led the way and went deep into the enemy's camp, followed by the dead soldiers who followed closely to defend the line of defense. Separated, this group of soldiers and horses only occupies about one-third of the copper and iron dummies of Shaman Chuanmu's entire army. To wipe out and kill these big guys is not a big deal for the army of dead soldiers who have already mastered the tactics of defeating the enemy. It is difficult, but if you want to stop them one by one to ensure that Qiu Sheng, who almost went straight into the enemy camp alone, has no worries, it is not an easy task.

It is difficult to control the movement when firing shells into the sea of ​​fire. In a moment of desperation, it is inevitable to get burned. The soldiers of the dead are wearing the iron sand fur of the Southern Army. The people were put inside and couldn't get out at all, and then the flesh was roasted with a raging fire, and the soldiers became unlucky eggs in a cocoon, and there was a scorching smell all over the sky, as if they were roasted alive A cage of tendon pork suckling pigs.

Even so, no one put down the sword in their hands.

The dead have died without complaint or regret since ancient times, not to mention that they are just burning a layer of oil for the Long Live Lord.

Qiu Sheng went deep into the enemy camp and arrived in front of the Shamanchuan wooden tent dripping with blood. The two faced each other silently through a narrow wooden door. Qiu Sheng smiled at the exhausted Qiu Sheng.

"Qiu Zizhan..." He gritted his teeth and uttered a sentence viciously, ignoring the fact that he was already defeated by this person, he turned his knife and gun in his hand, smashed his head and face at the person in front of him, and spun his hands for some reason, The extremely heavy steel knife turned around in the air and went straight towards Qiu Sheng's heart.

Chengying sword was in hand, but no matter what, he had no strength to swing to kill the enemy. Qiu Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood, bent his whole waist sideways to an incredible arc, raised his arm and used the scabbard to block the menacing big knife.This series of actions was done so smoothly, the degree of exquisite coincidence makes it hard to believe that this is actually a self-protection technique of this person at the end of his strength.

The strength of this killing move is not just for fun. Qiu Sheng passed all the way, and was already dizzy with heart and lung damage. Standing upright on the ground with his hands, his throat suddenly felt a fishy sweetness.He squinted at the shaman Chuanmu who was standing by the side, and forced to suppress the hot blood, which turned into a violent nausea, but he miraculously turned it into a shallow sneer, with long eyebrows Slightly provocative, it is actually a chic look that puts life and death aside: "You can be regarded as an old friend, why bother to face each other as soon as we meet? How hurtful."

Shaman Chuanmu's physical strength has not improved much, not to mention that this person has been sitting in the handsome tent for a long time every day, and he has developed soft bones all over his body. Slightly squinting his slender eyes, he snorted coldly: "You are here to die, why add more verbal suffixes? I am afraid that the last words can be avoided. You are such a heinous person. After death, I will whip your corpse." Three thousand is not worth this life."

These two cripples are like two hungry wolves meeting each other on a narrow road. They clearly want to tear off each other's heads as quickly as possible, but they are powerless, so they can only stare at each other from a distance and speak harshly. The other party is disgusting enough, other than that, it is completely useless.

Qiu Sheng keenly noticed that Shaman Chuanmu's condition seemed to be not much better than his own, and immediately changed his goal from "to burn jade and stone together to go to hell" to "to kill each other and kill each other", and immediately felt the strength flowing with the blood return to his body. For the most part, he clasped the hilt of the sword with his fingers, narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the enemy opposite him.

This person is probably getting old, and he even has signs of hemiplegia when he walks and moves, and he even drags his right half of his body out while moving his left leg.He hadn't noticed it before, but at this moment his vision was a little clearer, and he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this person's eyes, so he opened his eyes wide, as if he was trying his best to distinguish the things in front of him.The right ear is slightly tilted, as if the left ear is not good at hearing, and the whole person is several times older than when he was negotiating last time, and suddenly there is a kind of death that is approaching.

Qiu Sheng quietly pulled the cotton-wrapped gold powder and dabbed it randomly on the wound on the waist and abdomen, taking advantage of the momentary severe pain, his sanity was even more calm.With cold sweat all over his head, he was able to wield the long sword in his hand again, played with two swords, and smiled lowly at the shaman Chuanmu: "Master Patriarch, to be honest, Qiu came here to find People, if you inform Yu Qiumou of this person's whereabouts, life and death will be controlled by the patriarch alone."

Shaman Chuanmu tried his best and said, "Could it be that I can't kill you?"

It's really hard to say.

Qiu Sheng: "Both will suffer? That's a rude decision... why don't you listen to me?"

Shaman Chuanmu narrowed his eyes: "Qiu Zizhan..."

"But I'm looking for someone," Qiu Sheng ignored him, and continued to say word by word, "The owner of the Nanjiang Wugu village."