Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Xia was locked up in this one-person tent for a long time, and finally someone came over.

It was quite familiar, it was the young man in civilian clothes who stepped forward to speak under the stage before.

People who are so far away can't see the facial features clearly, and even if they can see clearly, they may not be able to remember them at a glance, but the other party's clothes haven't changed - this kind of commoner clothes is rare in the army with armor everywhere. Of course, Fang Xia recognized it at a glance.

He also urgently needs a person who can talk to Aotian at the moment, and it is as if he saw a savior when this person came here.

Fang Xia sincerely admits to the other party that he is not a fairy, but just strayed into this place unintentionally, hoping that the owner here can let him go.

As for the high-profile straying method that can't be concealed... Fang Xia searched his brains and recalled the high school physics knowledge that he had almost forgotten, and temporarily made up an ancient version of the simple hot air balloon construction principle that he didn't know if it was reliable or not. Sincerely He said that he accidentally dropped it when he was experimenting with this thing.

The civilian youth seemed to be attracted by the principle of the hot air balloon, showing a pensive expression, and sighed after a while: "...that's a clever idea."

This is... a door? !

Fang Xia's originally uneasy mood relaxed a little, and continued to express regret and apology: He was really shocked and didn't react to the situation just now (this is the truth), if they mind, it's okay to let him kneel back ...

The other party smiled gently, full of flamboyance, and at first glance, he looked like the kind of big boss who didn't know as much as the little people.

Just when Fang Xia thought that this person might say "don't worry about it", he heard him laugh: "The immortal is joking."

Fang Xia's relaxed expression suddenly froze.

He realized something, and this awareness became an unfortunate fact in the other party's next words.

"The army is favored by the gods, and it is the time when the momentum is like a rainbow. The attack on Xihe this time must be easy and effortless."

"It's just that immortals enter this mortal world, relying on their bodies instead of the immortal bodies of the past. If there is a bump that causes the immortal soul to return to the immortal world... then it will be my fault. Not to mention that an inch of mortal dust is no more than the size of a corn in an immortal, I am afraid I will come again But it is hard to find it at that time, if it strays into other places..."

Du Wangzhi smiled lightly, showing gentleness and good intentions, "Nowadays, there are wars and devastation everywhere. If immortals go to other places, they may be neglected."

Fang Xia: "..."

The system is still in the consciousness and is silly: [They still think you are a fairy! ]

Fang Xia: "..."

"........."

——Fairy P!

He really doesn't want to talk to this little fool!

Thinking of this little fool living in his head now, Fang Xia was really worried for a few moments that he would be affected to lower his intelligence.

What this person said just now, let any adult with a reading comprehension level listen to it, and you can hear the harsh meaning: you, the mascot who inspires the army, stay here well, if you provoke If you're in trouble, they don't mind killing you.

At the same time, it comes with a warning, don't even think about sneaking away to play this trick again elsewhere.

Not every place has this kind of preferential treatment like them, be careful how you will die when the time comes, you won't know.

……

——Is this treating people as gods? !

This is clearly a magic stick!Still that kind of obtrusive magic stick! !

What can Fang Xia do?What else can he do? !

He could only bite the bullet and agree.

Combined with what the other party said just now, Fang Xia has no doubt that if he shakes his head now, the other party will be able to say "burn this mortal body, and send the soul of the ancestors back to the Immortal Mansion".

Unlike Fang Xia's nervousness, Du Wangzhi, who returned to the main account, was in a relaxed mood.

He smiled and repeated Fang Xia's words to Wei Chenqi.

If Fang Xia was at the side at this moment, he would probably be surprised to find that Du Wangzhi's retelling was almost verbatim, except for the meaningless politeness, and the key points of the dialogue were all picked out.

In the end, this elegant young man said something nice: "It really seems like a young man from a noble family strayed in."

If Fang Xia knew, she would probably be moved to tears.

But these words obviously didn't have any effect, Wei Chenqi sneered after hearing it: "This is a coincidence."

Obviously unbelievable.

Du Wangzhi didn't persuade him any more, in fact he didn't believe it that much.

He smiled again, "I've never seen that cloth before, it's neither silk nor brocade, but it's soft and elegant... Maybe it's really a fairy's material."

Wei Chenqi knew that Du Wangzhi meant that he could start from this aspect to find out the identity of that person.

He nodded lightly, indicating that this matter will be handed over to the other party, and said: "These few days of marching, keep an eye on the road."

Du Wangzhi naturally nodded in agreement.

Ever since Fang Xia was warned, she has shrunk obediently.

He's not the little fool that lives in his head.

Everyone said that, if he makes any troubles again, he will really be courting death.

Aotian probably has been busy mobilizing the army to march on the road these days, so he has no time to pay attention to the magic stick of this fake fairy, so Fang Xia started a life of driving in the car during the day and sleeping in the tent at night.

Although it was a little bit tough—no, more than a little, it was like he had never experienced hardship in his life—Fang Xia also knew that he was being treated luxuriously in this entire army.

When marching, he doesn't have to walk by himself, he just needs to sit in the car, and when he sets up camp at night, he doesn't need to do it himself, someone will set up the tent and invite him in.

Regarding camping... After all, where he lives, Fang Xia also thought about supporting himself, or at least helping out.

But for a person who has never even pitched a camping tent, for this kind of ancient marching tent, he has successfully gone through the whole process of "from getting started to giving up" in just a few days-he is already Biggest help.

And don't care about the attitude of the commander and general, the group of soldiers who knelt down first really regarded him as a god, and they would be terrified when they approached a little bit, probably because of some order from Aotian, but it didn't appear like the first day There is a big scene of kneeling together, but every time Fang Xia gets close, his hands and feet don't know where to put them, and they are so stiff that they can't work at all.

Fang Xia has seen the scribe who came that day smile lightly and nod to him several times.

——He already knew the other party's surname was Du from the gossip of the soldiers in the past few days.

His surname is Du, and he is also a military adviser. This is probably the murderer under Aotian's men.

Du Wangzhi, whose name is Xuancheng.

After learning the other party's identity, Fang Xia felt that the smile was very "nuclear", as if... No, it was warning him: think carefully and don't cause trouble here.

Fang Xia could only stiffly find a place to avoid people and stand there, waiting until the soldiers who had finished setting up the tents came to invite them.

Du Wangzhi, who was ignored in greeting, was not embarrassed.

He just touched his face, and looked to the left and right, as if he was a bit puzzled, "Could it be that the description of the look is terrifying, how can you avoid the clouds when you see it in the bright moon?"

At this moment, the attendants on the left and right are naturally soldiers, and it is really difficult to understand these veiled and implicit ways of speaking. First, they understood the literal meaning and looked up at the bright moon in the sky—is there no cloud?

Although they were puzzled, they all knew that the military adviser must have a deep meaning in his words, so someone immediately said seriously, "The military adviser is right."

Du Wangzhi: "..."

But obviously there are also people with a higher level of education who understood the first half of the sentence, so they immediately kicked the illiterate next to him who was talking nonsense, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Then he met Du Wangzhi and smiled again, "The military commander is good-looking, just like those little boys in the city."

Du Wangzhi: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, he was waving his hands to tell people not to follow, and where to go to give them a hand.

After the person left, he turned his back and looked up at the moon and sighed: "It's hard to find a confidant——"

Next time you go out, at least bring Shi Gong with you, so that there is no one to talk to at this time.

Fang Xia spent a long time at the water's edge blowing the cold wind, and finally waited until someone told him that the tent was set up.

After entering the private space where he was the only one, he immediately let go of the tense tension outside. He was just about to sit down and take a rest, but when he leaned forward, he felt a pull from the back, and his center of gravity was unstable and hard. He fell hard on his horse.

Fang Xia: "..."

He struggled to get up, and when he looked back, it turned out that the cuff of the sleeve was caught by the protrusion at the joint of the tent.

Fang Xia: "..."

"........."

Fang Xia felt that he was treated as a god that day, and the clothes he was wearing at that time definitely accounted for a large part of the reason.

Of course he was not the image of the short hair, short sleeves and big pants in the system space at that time—if that was the case, he would have to be caught as a monster right away—he was wearing an image that was captured by the same association in college. The senior sister pulled the cosplay costume to the platform to fill up the number of people. The cosplayer is a Taoist character in a certain game.

He is now fully equipped, even wearing a wig.

Fang Xia doesn't know how the system works. Anyway, the hair is real now, and it still hurts when you pull it. The cosplay clothes on your body don't have the smell of inferior fabrics. It seems like a systematic upgrade.

But now Fang Xia is very grateful to the senior sister for choosing him as a decent Taoist priest who doesn't even have gradient dyed hair (it is said that the latter originally planned to wear white hair, but finally gave up due to lack of funds), and wants to cosplay It's really some other alien character with fancy hair and strange hair color. He is probably in no better condition than short hair, short sleeves and big pants at the moment.

But as we all know, one of the characteristics of this fairy character creation is that the sleeves should be long enough——

After all, how do you float if you don’t grow long, and how do you shake it if you don’t grow long?

But the reason why this kind of wide-sleeved gown is eliminated in daily life is because it is inconvenient! !

It's okay to stand on the platform for a while.

Put it in daily life, who knows who wears one! !

Fang Xia really walks slowly outside these few days, always pay attention to whether the sleeve that is in the way is hooked somewhere.

……

……

In fact, after thinking about it later, Fang Xia probably understood that he might have brought Aotian a particularly difficult problem.

He made such a weird appearance that day, and there was a lot of kneeling underneath. No matter whether Aotian said "this is not a fairy", or just dealt with him directly, it was not a good solution.

If it is mild, the morale of the army will be slackened, and if it is serious, there may even be a mutiny.

The word "military spirit" is easy to say. If it were really that easy, it would not become a big problem that the generals of all dynasties dare not ignore.

In the final analysis, the military spirit is still the human heart.

——The hearts of tens of thousands of people.

It is difficult to bring a whole team of tens of thousands of people to practice and do morning exercises, not to mention that this is a march to fight a war.

After the march, but to go to war ah!The kind that will kill you! !

……

Fang Xia wasn't sure if he fell on a big horse outside right now and ruined the image of this "fake fairy", would he be greeted with a head on the ground in the next second.

#Where is this nightmare start? ! #

#This is clearly the beginning of the [-]th floor of hell! #