The return of the national teacher warp speed

Lan Nian's bluff finally lost its effect. His two playmates rushed forward, but Lan Nian kicked them all behind him. He drew out his dagger, and it was time to fight for his life. He found that his fear seemed to have changed. It became someone else's emotion, he felt it, but he didn't stop for it.

"Come on!" he yelled loudly, like a wolf cub being forced up a cliff.

However, when things turned around, there was a black smoke drifting between him and the guard. It was a phantom as fast as smoke, and there was a long series of jingling sounds, and the blades in the guard's hands collapsed. The attack was in a desperate posture, even worse than Lan Nian. A row of guards were repelled vigorously, and a black figure stood in front of Lan Nian, with a scimitar in each hand. It looked heavy and heavy.

But the face of the man in black hung there like a mask, without waves or expression.

"You are--"

The man in black didn't wait to ask a question, and raised a heavy golden object.

"Mo Shuchong, the personal bodyguard of Lan Jue, the lord of the Western Tang Dynasty, has brought the bronze seal of the lord here. Seeing the seal is like seeing the lord!"

A loud shout was deafening.

The courage that the guards had worked up with great difficulty disappeared in an instant. Lan Jue was not in the country, but his prestige remained undiminished. The guards were trembling, looked at each other, and knelt down neatly in front of the bronze seal in Mo Shuchong's hand.

"Lan Jing, what about you?" Mo Shuchong's rigid voice made Uncle Lan gnash his teeth even more at this moment, but as soon as the king's bronze seal came out, his soldiers could no longer be mobilized, and he couldn't go to battle in person with that skilled martial artist. The guards fought, the two sides stared at each other stiffly for a long time, finally, Uncle Lan came back in defeat again.

It wasn't until a long time after everyone quit that Lan Nian's tense back relaxed.

"Old idiot." Lan Nian spat behind his back.Then he turned to Mo Shuchong: "My father gave you the king's seal? What can I do, you use the king's seal to protect me, in case my father needs to transfer troops..."

He was dumb as he spoke, because Mo Shuchong, with a straight face, broke the king's seal that shocked the audience in two with both hands.

I stuffed half of it into my mouth, handed the other half to Lan Nian, and said, "My husband made the dessert."

Lan Nian: "..."

After Mo Shuchong finished eating, he took out a cloth bag from his bosom, opened it, and found the "Wang Yin" neatly inside. Looking closely, it could be seen that it was some kind of oil that had been fried until it was golden brown and crispy. From a distance, the dim sum is shiny and shiny, just like a dark copper seal.

Even though Lan Jue was used to seeing all kinds of anecdotes and strange things, even though she was a wonderful flower in growth, she still couldn't help but be startled by this pastry Wang Yin and the corners of her mouth twitched.The person who made this kind of thing really didn't pay attention to the symbol of royal power at all, and really regarded it as an ordinary object. Mo Shuchong remembered Chu Xiang's expression when he quietly stuffed him with a large bag of dry food, cunning and mischievous , leaned into his ear and whispered: "I'll serve you as dry food, start eating the ones that aren't well fried, and keep them for deceiving people when they're well done."

Lan Nian reached out and grabbed a few, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed and said, "Why are you back, aren't you bringing a foreign race to make trouble?"

Mo Shuchong replied: "The arrangement is complete, the remaining task is to protect the young master."

Lan Nian: "Aren't you going back to protect my father?"

The frequency of the assassin shaking his head seemed to be practiced, very regular: "No, sir, let me protect you."

Lan Nian finally couldn't help being curious. Before Lan Jue left, there were no such people around him, especially this assassin who was always silent like a gourd, but kept saying "Mr." when he spoke, which made him very interested , he asked: "Mr. Chu, who are you talking about?"

Mentioning this, Mo Shuchong twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, and said, "Sir...has the young master heard of the dragon bird?"

"Is it possible to achieve peace in the world?"

Mo Shuchong said solemnly: "Yes, I used to think that the dragon bird is just a knife. It was far-fetched by the world and spread some rumors until I saw sir. The dragon bird is not just that knife, sir It's the Dragon Sparrow."

Lan Nian looked at Mo Shuchong, who was serious and serious, and was dumbfounded, and came to a conclusion that was completely irrelevant to the facts:

"Fuck, is the knife perfect?"

……

The silver queen III space combat light energy knife is made of xenon ore, an alien polymer known as cosmic diamond, which can not be stained with dust or blood, so Chu Xiang has never wiped the saber.

But when Lan Juezai was wiping the knife carefully, Chu Xiang didn't know how to say that it didn't need to be wiped, because Lan Guozhu didn't seem to be wiping a knife at all, his movements were gentle and solemn, as if treating someone A treasure that also needs to be cared for.

From another perspective, the bloodless Silver Queen is indeed more like a demon sword.

He couldn't help but said: "Actually, there is no need to wipe it anymore. After a long day of driving, you should rest earlier."

Lan Jue sat beside the campfire, propped up her long legs, put the knife on her lap, and turned a deaf ear.

The demon sword is not stained by blood, and Chu Xiang doesn't think that the snow-white battle robes of the Silver Eagle Cavalry will not be stained with dust. Just as he was about to question it, he saw more than 100 cavalrymen start... changing clothes in unison.

Not long after, a group of gray ordinary soldiers appeared on the spot.The white clothes were put away carefully, some soldiers looked at the dusty corners of their clothes and sighed.

Chu Xiang: "..." So, it's really just for ostentation when leaving the capital, and now they are setting up camp for the night, and they are far away from the capital, so they are all replaced with dirt-resistant ones.

It felt like there was not enough manpower on the front line, and the guard of honor was forced to help out. First, they made a wonderful appearance, and then quickly changed into combat camouflage to start working...

He looked at Lan Jue delicately - do you want to be like this... Secondary?

It may be that he was very obvious, Lan Jue looked at him with a smile on his face, but under Chu Xiang's gaze, the tips of Lan Jue's ears turned slightly red.

He coughed, as if nothing had happened, and said casually, "What?"

Chu Xiang knew that his expression was still weird, but he couldn't help pointing to the silver eagle who was changing clothes: "Your Majesty, this...is a big battle."

However, Lan Jue let out a low laugh, and waved to call for a silver eagle. This was a general, but he was about the same age as Lan Jue. He was dignified and handsome, with standard star-eyed sword eyebrows. It is different from Chong's slightly dull silence. It can be seen that in time, this will be a titan.

Lan Jue said: "This is Yinying's deputy commander, Su Jin, this is Chu Xiang, Mr. Chu, if I'm not around in the future, you can still follow his orders."

Even after taking off his white clothes, this young general still had a dazzling brilliance, his sharp edge was restrained all over his body, and he didn't draw a sharp knife. Chu Xiang couldn't help but nodded in approval, but Su Jin saluted Chu Xiang, but still didn't say a word.

"Don't get me wrong, Su Jin can't speak."

Lan Jue sighed softly, but Su Jin smiled and nodded apologetically to Chu Xiang.

"I met Su Jin when I was in exile. He was born in a tribe in Mobei. His parents were slaves, so he was a slave from birth. You have never been to the desert. Many tribes there are slaves. Forcibly breed like beasts, give birth to slave offspring, raise them together, and poison all the young slaves to become dumb when they were young, so as to prevent the master from leaking information when serving the master in the future."

Lan Jue said indifferently: "You are walking in the imperial capital, you should have never heard of it before."

He compared all the silver eagles with his hands in the air: "the whole silver eagle light cavalry has a total of [-] cavalry, and more than half of them are those who I met in the desert and were willing to follow me. The aristocratic family is well managed, and the hard part is that they are displaced from their hometowns, but they are not destitute. I used a whole cart of porcelain and satin to directly buy all the dumb slaves in that market. You are wondering why the Silver Eagle cavalry is dispatched. Wearing snow-white clothes that are extremely inconvenient."

Chu Xiang shook her head slightly, so Lan Jue said: "In the Mobei tribe, there is no snow in the desert. They say that snow is the tears of the gods, but the gods are high above and have no emotions. Only one day, the sky flies across the silver sky. Eagle, at that time the gods shed tears, and the injustice in the world can be broken."

Listening to his calm and reminiscing words, Su Jin pulled out his waist knife and stuck it to his heart, closed his eyes and said nothing, but seemed to have said everything.

Lan Jue's voice was calm, but his words were full of fire: "So, when I bring the soldiers back, I want them all to put on white clothes. They can't speak, so this is what we want to say. The gods don't shed tears, so I will replace them." He is going to wipe out all injustices, I want the silver eagle to pass through the border, the world will be overturned, and everyone who is dreaming and dreaming in the decaying golden pool should hear our voice."

Chu Xiang imitated Su Jin and put his hand on his heart.

He said, "Your Majesty, I heard you."

……

With more than 100 cavalry following them, it was finally like a battle for the lord of a country returning from the south, but Yinying could hardly speak, and it was very hard work to watch their lips guessing when communicating.

Fortunately, Chu Xiang knows sign language, or in other words, Xie Zhiwei has Interstellar Common Standard Sign Language in his database.

The Silver Eagles were worthy of being an elite army. In the evening of the second day, the Silver Eagles were already happily gesticulating and chatting. The entire queue was silent and bustling.

In addition to sign language, Chu Xiang also popularized common military gestures in the queue, unifying everyone's various movements.

"By the way, Zhiwei, do you have the white dye formula that the engineering department researched?" Chu Xiang asked.

Xie Zhiwei paused for a while and replied: "Yes, but it should not be done right now."

——All Starfleet captains have more or less personal quirks. For example, Chu Xiang is a face controler, and his friend Han Yi is a second-year-old who loves ostentation. He likes to wear white to go out Fighting, and then amidst the strong protests from the logistics department, the engineering department invented for him a white coating dye that is anti-dust, heat-insulating and radiation-proof.

Maybe it was infected, Chu Xiang also felt that when the silver eagle Qingqi in white clothes and silver armor appeared on the horizon, it was really beautiful.

It was getting late, and the atmosphere near the official road was weird. Ever since he met Tiewei, he hadn't been right. Perhaps the premonition of the crisis was the sixth sense formed by years of fighting. Chu Xiang was always restless in his heart. He tried to Then she said something to Lan Jue, but she didn't expect Lan Jue to actually listen to it.

"Su Jin, send out scouts to investigate the surrounding area."

Su Jin nodded, waved his hands, and the seven silver eagles got off their horses, separated from the main force, and disappeared into the night.

There was an unusual aura hidden in the wind.