[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

Hearing the familiar and noisy sound of drums, Wang Xianzhong, who was sitting in the big tent, couldn't help standing up irritably and walked around the tent twice.He knew that this time he really met someone who knew how to use soldiers!That Wudang disciple named Song Qingshu let go of his bold words that he would take the Sunset Cliff within three days, and now it was the third day. His only action was to send troops to beat drums in the mountains, but this deployment alone was enough to destroy the morale of the disciples.On the first night, the drum sounded three times.Wang Xianzhong was worried that the six major factions would take the opportunity to attack during the day, so he ordered his disciples to go up to the cliff to guard as usual.On the second day, he thought he could let the disciples take turns to rest during the day, but they also started playing drums during the day.Now this is the third day, and the annoying drumming has not stopped since last night.

Not long after, General Luo Muen lifted his tent and barged in.He hadn't had a good rest for two consecutive days, and his eyes were already red from the heat. "General! Let's go to battle! That Song surnamed bullying too much!"

Wang Xianzhong's eyes were also bloodshot, but he still shook his head calmly and said, "We have few people!" Few people are Wang Xianzhong's biggest problem.The disciples of the six major sects are all highly skilled in martial arts. Of the 800 men under his command, after these few days of fighting, only about [-] are left.If you have few people, you cannot divide your troops.

"Then use heavy kerosene to burn them to death!" Luo Muen said viciously.

"Water and fire are ruthless. It is easy to set fire but difficult to put out! What if the wind direction changes..." Wang Xianzhong still disagreed.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, can we just wait?" Luo Muen was extremely irritable. "Brothers haven't had a good night's sleep for two days, you can't go on like this!"

"We can only wait." Wang Xianzhong said slowly, "Then Song Qingshu said that within three days, he would take the Sunset Cliff..."

"Isn't this just nonsense to scare us?" Luo Muen interrupted him bitterly.This kind of suspicious strategy is really normal, who would really care?

Wang Xianzhong obviously had a different opinion. "Then Song Qingshu is young, so he is definitely not an important figure in the six major factions. People in the Jianghu pay attention to promises, if he can't keep it, the people in the six major factions will never listen to him after three days. As long as you survive These three days... as long as you survive these three days..."

"General!" Luo Muen wanted to argue again, but Wang Xianzhong waved his hands at him and said, "Go and arrange for the disciples to take turns to rest, the cotton cloth is for plugging the ears."

"...Yes!" Luo Muen replied dejectedly.The six major sects sent people to play drums in the mountains. If there is resonance on the mountain wall, what's the use of plugging the ears with cotton cloth?

An hour later, the drums sounded again, and even more than a dozen soldiers playing drums went deep into the place less than fifty feet away from the setting sun, mocking them to the fullest while beating the drums.

The disciples of the White Lotus Sect who were in charge of guarding the cliff were all furious, and several captains urged Luo Muen to rush into Wang Xianzhong's tent together, knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "General! Let's send troops! We would rather die in battle than suffer this cowardice." Furious! Those enemy soldiers who beat the drums didn't even have a weapon in their hands, they really deceived us to be incompetent!"

Wang Xianzhong still refused.The soldiers on the battle formation were all hot-tempered, seeing Wang Xianzhong act softly and clamoring at the same time.Seeing that the bullet could not be suppressed, Wang Xianzhong simply pulled out his saber and said loudly: "Anyone who speaks war will not be spared!" With just one blow of the sword, he knocked down the long table in the tent, and the soldiers dared not speak any more. .

Half an hour later, the drumming still hasn't stopped.In addition to the sound of drums, swords and guns hit each other, trees shook, and the enemy's shouts of laughter and curses were endless.Everyone inside Sunset Cliff was in a turmoil, Luo Muen broke into the camp again, and begged Wang Xianzhong: "General! If you continue to endure, you will survive these three days. Those people in the Jianghu are excellent in martial arts, brothers..." He wanted to say The brothers were afraid in their hearts, and they were afraid that Wang Xianzhong would be unhappy, so they swallowed the words again, and said, "Brothers are not energetic, and this sunset cliff can't be held for a few days!"

Luo Muen's words were secretive, but Wang Xianzhong suddenly came to his senses, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.He lost!Not now, not in the future, but the moment Song Qingshu appeared, he was already defeated!

This time, it wasn't the Mongolian iron cavalry who fought against them, but the Jianghu people with martial arts.Their martial arts are so exquisite that one can fight against ten. These days, although everyone has relied on the natural danger of the sunset cliff and various sharp weapons to keep those people from the rivers and lakes away from the cliff, but if one person on the battle formation reaches the top of the cliff, the brothers will be happy. It takes ten or even a hundred times the price to kill it.The psychological coercion these rivers and lakes people put on everyone is far greater than that of the Mongolian iron cavalry.Song Qingshu led the army to appear here, no matter whether he can capture the Sunset Cliff within three days, once this exhausting plan is played out, he will have no chance of winning!No wonder Song Qingshu would suggest that he lead his troops to leave on his own. It turns out that this is indeed the only way to survive and not his boasting!After thinking through this point, Wang Xianzhong couldn't help opening his mouth in vain, and finally said dejectedly: "Send troops..."

"Yes!" Luo Muen beamed with joy, "This subordinate will arrange for the brothers to defeat those enemy troops beating the drums!"

"Wrong..." Wang Xianzhong shook his head and said, "I didn't ask you to go west to defeat those drummers who disturbed our army. I want you to take everyone and go east... Hurry up and go to Yingzui Cliff, urgent!"

"General?" Luo Muen turned pale with shock, "General, the last general doesn't understand! Are we not defending Sunset Cliff?"

"I can't keep it!" Wang Xianzhong said miserably, "I missed a move, I am convinced! You just leave a small team, I will live and die with Sunset Cliff!"

"General!" Luo Muen yelled out loud.

"Hurry up and inform Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Shouhui, etc., and tell them to be careful of Song Qingshu! Tell them, the life and death of our Holy Cult rests on this person! If you meet him on the battlefield, kill him, kill him, forgive him!" Wang Xianzhong saw that Luo Muen was still Showing hesitation, even more anxious and angry, he immediately stood up and shouted, "Hurry up!"

"Yes! The last general has orders! Take care, general!" Luo Muen didn't dare to neglect any more, turned around and rushed out of the tent.

It was noon on the third day, and the sun was high.Chang Feiyun, Feng Mozhi and others who were lurking in the desert with cloaks on their bodies had followed Song Qingshu's order to watch in the desert for a day and a night.Song Qingshu gave them the order that when they saw Wang Xianzhong appearing on the top of the cliff or seeing fireworks lit on the west side of Sunset Cliff, it was time to fight.Chang Feiyun and others, who had been waiting for a long time, waited for Wang Xianzhong to appear and waited through the autumn water. When they finally saw the fireworks on the west side of Sunset Cliff, they were very grateful.

"Grandpa Wang! You are really my own grandfather! I have been guarding for a day and a night! You have sent troops!" Chang Feiyun shouted, lifted his cloak, and led more than a dozen Wudang disciples with excellent lightness skills to rush towards the sunset cliff , remembering what Song Qingshu said to him before leaving: Capture the thief first and capture the king!

Wang Xianzhong tried his best to buy time for Luo Muen and the disciples of the Bailian Sect, but Song Qingshu himself led [-] people to wait for Luo Muen's appearance on the only way to Yingzui Cliff.

When Luo Muen rushed into the mountain forest with five hundred White Lotus Sect disciples, he saw Song Qingshu wearing a ghost mask and riding one by one on the mountain road, and the eight hundred Minzhuang behind him had already lined up and waited silently for their appearance.At this time, the already quiet mountain forest became more and more deathly silent. The flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains and winds and clouds did not dare to speak. Only Song Qingshu looked up at the sky boredly. It's cold. "Bai Lian Religious Army, Wudang Song Qingshu, I have been waiting here for a long time! Give up your weapons and surrender, and spare your lives!"

Luo Muen stared blankly at Song Qingshu who was riding on the horse for a while, and suddenly shouted sharply: "Brothers, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins! Kill!"

Song Qingshu, who was wearing a mask, couldn't see through his face, but he shook his head slightly, slowly drew out his long sword and pointed forward and said in a deep voice: "Shield soldiers forward, spearmen forward, sword soldiers on both wings, line up! Yes! Me! None! Enemy!"

"I am invincible! I am invincible! I am invincible!" Eight hundred minzhuang shouted in unison.

In the shadow of swords and swords, human voices screamed, horses neighed and wailed, and the earth shook.The disciple of the White Lotus Sect who had been distracted by the sound of drums for several days had not regained his sharpness in fighting on the battlefield, but his body was split open by Wudang Minzhuang's sharp blade!The huge cry of killing was like thunder, and the sky and the earth were also shaken by it.The murderous aura, like a landslide and tsunami, surged vigorously before the eyes of the disciples of the White Lotus Sect, devouring them completely with a destructive force!

When Wang Xianzhong, who was tied up and forced into the tent by five flowers, saw Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu was looking at the map hanging in the tent with his back turned to him. He was even more heroic and tall in black armor, with a pair of guards made of fine iron clasped on his wrists. Wrist, looks quite weighty.Hearing Min Zhuang's loud report: "Wang Xianzhong is here!" He just nodded slightly, and said softly: "Untie his rope!"

"Song Shaoxia!" Min Zhuang hesitated.

"It doesn't matter." Song Qingshu gave a low laugh, and the laughter came from behind the mask, which made people tremble a little. "General Wang is a hero, and a hero should be treated like a hero."

Min Zhuang said no more, untied the rope that bound him, and retreated respectfully.

Song Qingshu still turned his back to him, but Wang Xianzhong didn't get angry, he just rubbed his sore wrists and said in a deep voice, "Song Qingshu of the Wudang sect?"

"It's right here!" Song Qingshu turned around suddenly, and stared at the other party with a pair of cold eyes through the ghost mask on his face. "Wang Xianzhong of Bailian sect, I heard Uncle Qi mention your name a long time ago, how lucky I am to see you today!" He said coldly, although he was saying happy words, there was no joy in his words.

Wang Xianzhong sneered, and said slowly: "The prisoner under the rank, Song Shaoxia is being polite!"

Song Qingshu didn't care about his rudeness, he just stretched out his hand casually: "General Wang, please!"

Wang Xianzhong was not polite to him, and sat down across from him carelessly.In this battle, he was convincingly defeated, but there were still some doubts in his heart. "How many of you are there?"

Song Qingshu knew what he was asking, and didn't intend to hide his strength, so he just replied lightly: "1000 people."

Wang Xianzhong pondered for a long time before he said sadly: "Such an elite man, even if you don't use this exhausting strategy, I am not your opponent." He originally thought that at least half of the five hundred disciples taken away by Luo Muen would reach Yingzui Cliff Pass the news out, but the result is that within two hours these people have been wiped out.

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, and said in a low voice: "It can be simpler, I still want to make things simpler."

Wang Xianzhong was speechless, he was silent for a while and said: "Do you know that I will definitely send troops today?"

Song Qingshu looked at him and slowly shook his head and said, "I know I will definitely win, because you are short of troops." Seemingly guessing what Wang Xianzhong would ask next, Song Qingshu said again, "The six major factions besieged Sunset Cliff for several days. Just stick to it, and never took the initiative to pursue it. Because you have insufficient troops."

Wang Xianzhong heaved a long sigh, he also knew that he was short of troops, so these days, he ordered his disciples to guard the cliff mouth in shifts, so as not to make people remember their faces clearly and see through the truth.I don't want to, it still makes people see the flaws. "Young people are awesome!" Wang Xianzhong said in a distasteful way, this kind of talent is the opponent of the holy religion!

"General Wang is too polite!" Song Qingshu replied coldly, as if no matter what Wang Xianzhong said, he could not stir up any mood swings in him.

Looking at this expressionless ghost mask, Wang Xianzhong suddenly felt an unspeakable chill in his bones. "Why are you still wearing this mask?"

There were two extremely weird laughter from behind the mask, like a ghost crying at night.I could only hear Song Qingshu jokingly said in an indescribable tone: "I just don't want you to come back and ask for my life after you die..."

As soon as Song Qingshu's words fell, the two of them fell silent at the same time, and the entire tent was as silent as a grave.

"I don't need to ask for your life, you will come to me soon!" After a while, Wang Xianzhong suddenly came to his senses, looked at Song Qingshu and said calmly, "All the disciples of my Holy Cult are willing to die for the Holy Cult. 1000 people..."

"General Wang, don't you still wake up when you are about to die?" Song Qingshu interrupted him with a sneer, "The Sunset Cliff is the first pass in Kunlun, a place that must be guarded by military strategists. General Wang has been guarding the Sunset Cliff for several days. Come to the rescue, do you need me to say more about the survival of the Demon Cult? Leading troops has always been expensive and not expensive. Give me 1000 soldiers and horses, enough to sweep the world;

This kind of words, if anyone said it, Wang Xianzhong would only laugh at him arrogantly and laugh at him for not being able to control himself, but Song Qingshu... Wang Xianzhong had just experienced his methods, and he felt shuddering.After a long time, Fang Fang asked in a low voice, "How do you deal with my disciple?"

Song Qingshu looked at him coldly and said softly: "What kind of event is the siege of Guangmingding by the six major sects? Meeting gods and killing gods, encountering Buddhas and Buddhas! General Wang overestimated himself and dragged a group of brothers to die... These days , General Wang used his troops very well. He killed many masters from the Six Great Factions. It is so majestic! I can't save your life, but your subordinates still have a lifeline. People in the Jianghu value loyalty and respect heroes the most, General Wang , how come this last scene should be performed well, and you can gain a good name even if you die, can't you?" At this point, the sarcasm in Song Qingshu's eyes became even more serious, and the ghost mask made him feel uncomfortable again after looking at it for a long time. Wang Xianzhong felt a little dull.He was no longer interested in saying anything to Wang Xianzhong, he just said coldly: "Come here! Take him down and hand him over to Shaolin Zen Master Kongwen!"

Wang Xianzhong didn't struggle anymore, instead he looked at Song Qingshu and whispered, "Thank you!"

"Wang Yingxiong is polite!" Song Qingshu sat in the empty tent, took off his mask exhaustedly, and looked at the empty tent for a long time before replying in a low voice.This faint sound is also like a ghost talking, the words are scattered invisibly as soon as they are spoken, and they are no longer elusive.

The author has something to say:

Song Qingshu: It can be simpler, I still want to make things simpler.

Wang Xianzhong: It was possible to attack by force three days ago, but it was necessary to use tricks!This is also called simple?What do you mean by complexity?you say!Say it!

Song Qingshu: ...