The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

When Hua Ling heard this crisp answer, she also appreciated it, and asked with a smile, "What do you know?"

Shen Zhongyu pondered for a moment, and just as he was about to say what kind of Taoism he was practicing, he saw Hualing added: "I'm asking about miscellaneous learning. People in ancient times, all ages are over a hundred years old, and their movements are not bad. Humans and gods are mixed. , There are a lot of miscellaneous knowledge circulating. So what do you know?" Shen Zhongyu looked at Hua Ling in astonishment, and said: "I am good at chess."

"Okay." Hua Ling said, "Then please go and talk."

As soon as the voice fell, the scene changed, and he was teleported to a valley with gurgling water and luxuriant grass in an instant. Shen Zhongyu let go of his consciousness, like mercury pouring down the ground, and circled in a circle in the valley. After discovering where Zhang Zhihe was, although he was a little uneasy, he still kept his mind and walked slowly into the valley.

Entering through the narrow valley mouth, the scenery suddenly opened up, and the flat and endless plain stretched out under the blue sky. Seeing this, Shen Zhongyu licked his lips, thinking of the chess game that Hua Ling said just now, where is the chessboard?He looked left and right, but saw a gold-armored guard trotting over, knelt down and said, "Master, the soldiers have been ordered, and I will obey the commander's order."

Shen Zhongyu lowered his head to look at him, his spiritual consciousness flitted across his body, he seemed to be a mortal, but in fact it was transformed by a mass of spiritual energy, he settled down a bit, and followed him away.When he entered the camp, he looked at the soldiers in black and armor around him, went straight up to the general platform, bowed his hands to the general sitting on top, and then solemnly looked down at the three thousand soldiers below the platform. Will.

Whether these soldiers or generals, their essence is purely composed of aura, but in the eyes of people, these are living people.

The soldiers below felt Shen Zhongyu looking at him, and shouted in unison: "Master Military Advisor!"

Shen Zhongyu raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, and ordered to send out scouts to detect the enemy's movements.Now that he has come to such a strange place, although he has some guesses about what happened to him, he doesn't know much, and he doesn't even know who his opponent is. Naturally, he must first send scouts to find out more information.

Then, he ordered the soldiers to carry out daily training, and he found two trivial things to find someone to go back to the camp with him, otherwise, he would not know the way.

After sending the person away, Shen Zhongyu quickly read all the documents in the camp, and roughly understood his current situation: his name remains unchanged now, he is a counselor under the princes, his position is Sikong Jijiu, and his duty is Commanding this battle, he has three generals and [-] soldiers under him.

As for his enemies, based on the investigations that have been going on, it can be known that there are about 1 people, and the others are unknown.

And the place where they want to fight lies in a plain, which can be said to be exposed. If this is the case, it seems that cavalry is the best choice.But the charge of cavalry against each other?Shen Zhongyu thought with some doubts that the best choice is often the most popular choice.

He thought for a while, dispatched scouts again, and ordered him to observe the enemy army. In addition to observing the enemy's camp, the most important thing was to pay attention to the lower reaches of the river flowing next to the enemy camp.

Not long after, the scouts came to report that although they could not get too close to the enemy camp and heard the neighing of the horses with their own ears, they saw a lot of horse dung in the river.The degree of simulation here is very high. Even Shen Zhongyu, a god-turning power, can't help but feel hungry and tired at night. As for mana, it is equivalent to nothing, and his consciousness is limited to a room. In this way, it can be guaranteed that there will be no successful assassination.

But just to be on the safe side, Shen Zhongyu hid a dagger under the pillow, this dagger was forged by Zhang Zhihe himself.Seeing the smooth and sharp dagger, he couldn't help thinking, how is Ah Zhi doing now?

Zhang Zhihe naturally also received Madam Nanming's request to perform miscellaneous studies, Zhang Zhihe thought about it, and finally said: "I am not good at other things, so let's dance swords for entertainment."

Mrs. Nanming nodded after hearing this, and said: "Okay, I used to practice sword dance in the past, why don't we have a competition."

"Okay." Zhang Zhihe clasped his hands and replied solemnly. In the way of swordsman, I am fearless.

The next moment, Zhang Zhihe found himself in another time and space, with the curtains hanging down all around, and in the middle of the curtains was an empty hall.In the center of the hall, a slim woman in a scarlet dance dress holds two swords in her hands.She looked the same as Mrs. Nanming, but her eyebrows and eyes were quite immature. At this moment, the tip of her sword was drooping, and she smiled faintly at the person, and said, "Who are you?"

Zhang Zhihe cupped his hands and said: "The poor Taoist Zhang Zhihe, I ask you for advice on sword dancing!"

When the woman heard the words, she said, "I don't dare to do it, just have a sparring session." After that, she showed her two swords, and she was like a colorful phoenix attacking him.

Zhang Zhihe also used the two swords of Jingshan and Shenbi, and he stood still in place like a mountain, blocking the sharp attack of the comer.

Every move of the woman is sharp and light, and her beautiful body turns into the most powerful and terrifying weapon. Her slender legs will bend in an instant and hit your abdomen with her knees, or kick straight at your head, or even Kick your lower body directly; and the flexible waist can wrap around a person like a snake to complete a perfect strangulation.

Even after Zhang Zhihe got away with her by luck, but with the blessing of Jian Wu, she was able to break out a fierce offensive, streaks of cold light slashed out, and snow marks were scraped on the ground.

Here, man and god are one, and only primitive power fights!The combination of perfect swordsmanship and majestic magic power turned into a unique dance of death.

Zhang Zhihe felt that for the first time since breaking through the transformation of the gods, the calm lake of heart boiled up for the first time, fighting!fighting!Fight again!He thought excitedly, every time he fights, he will be true to Dao, and taste the sweetness of fighting in every battle.

Although he was extremely excited, he was even more calm, like a cunning and ferocious beast, swimming quickly around the woman in the arena, occasionally stretching out his sharp claws to test her strength.

The same woman will not be passively beaten, she chases the figure of the intruder as lightly as the wind, the shadow of the sword is like lightning, the scars of the sword are like snow, the curtains around are falling down one after another under the division of the sword energy, like fresh flower petals , like bright red blood flowers.

Finally Zhang Zhihe was overtaken by her as if he was tired, the woman almost recklessly ran into Zhang Zhihe's arms, and after entering, she could no longer leave.

The water in the air quickly condensed into water droplets, and then turned into ice beads, and the white snow flew, slowing down the woman's light footsteps, and the ice flakes cut wounds on her fair and flawless skin like knives.

The counterattack officially begins!Zhang Zhihe also started his sword dance, which is different from women's slightly delicate and complicated dance. He is the embodiment of the beauty of power, and his graceful body that cannot be concealed by the elegant Taoist robe is full of extremely terrifying power.Just ordinary chopping can almost cause the shock and dispersion of the space.During his frenzied attack, the lower woman was forced to turn on the defensive.

But as a sword cultivator, Zhang Zhihe definitely beat the dog in the water hard, gaining power without mercy, and finally under the blow like a storm, a trace of blood ran across the woman's delicate neck.Holding her sword, he held her hostage and said, "You lost."

The woman showed a narrow smile, sighed, shook her head and said: "Sword cultivator." As soon as the words fell, the scene in front of him disappeared, and he returned to the old hall, but Mrs. Nanming was not there He looked left and right, but he still couldn't see where Shen Zhongyu was, and as for his master, there was nowhere to be found.

At this time, Shen Zhongyu finally came up with a risky but useful method in the tent, hoping to destroy the advantage of the enemy's cavalry, wrap these people with turtle shells one by one, and then the turtles The shell is also thorny, and when the cavalry rushes in, the thorny shell will pick the soldiers off the horse.

Fortunately, no matter how realistic this world is, it will not be so real that people have nowhere to go. At least when Shen Zhongyu implemented this decision, he was not questioned or resisted by anyone. The rehearsal began.He sighed, thinking he would waste a few days trying to convince them.

It just so happens that the rehearsal is over and the gauntlet has arrived.Shen Zhongyu glanced at it, and wrote a big word "war" on it, dripping with pen and ink, stretching his teeth and claws on the silk cloth, almost setting off the strong and beautiful lines of words on the silk cloth into beautiful patterns.

The war started one day later.The well-trained horses charged towards them with the gallant knights on their backs, and the sound of horseshoes was like thunder.However, compared with the soldiers standing on one side with big arms and round waists, Shen Zhongyu, who looked much thinner, still insisted on standing on the building cart on the battlefield and watching the battle on the ground.

The horse rushed over, and it was very close and very dangerous. Shen Zhongyu waved his hand, and the flag bearer on the building car waved the flag in his hand. The formation of the infantry on the ground immediately began to change, and every ten people formed a circle. Outside the circle are human-high shields, and in the gaps between the shields are machetes and spears.

The cavalry on the opposite side saw it, but they couldn't forcibly rein in the charge of their mounts. They either rushed straight into the road of death, or fell sideways, fell on their backs on the road, and were ruthlessly trampled by the people behind them.

In an instant, the horse and the cavalry rushed into the circle. As soon as the circle changed, Hua Lengzi stretched out a long spear, and picked up the soft belly of the horse, or knocked the soldiers on the horse to the ground.

Half a day later, when the battle was over, with a strong smell of blood lingering from the tip of his nose, the wailing of horses and the cries of human beings around his ears, Shen Zhongyu walked into the enemy camp unconsciously, and picked up the seals of their soldiers.

At the same time, the surrounding scene spread like ripples, and the mortals, horses, and tents turned into the purest aura and dispersed. Shen Zhongyu looked at this miraculous scene, and if he felt something in his heart, he always looked at the flowers in the mist. , if he understands, this will be his biggest gain in this chess game.

When he returned to the previous hall, he saw Zhang Zhihe who was safe and sound. He felt relieved, and went forward to hug Zhang Zhihe. He felt the smell as clear as frost and snow, and a faint smell of blood. He couldn't help it. Said: "Fighted?"

Zhang Zhihe said, "We played a game."

The two shared their experiences in detail, and couldn't help but think, what will Chu Fengge encounter?