big master, big liar

The decaying grass stretches across the sky, connecting with the dim yellow.

The barracks is burying pots for cooking, and there are smoke curling up everywhere, filled with the smell of food.

"Didn't you see that General Hua chopped the man in two from the middle with just one knife. Let me ask you, who has this ability? Who has this ability?"

"You can blow it off. You are in Dongying, and General Hua is in Xiying. How can you see him when you go up?"

"I didn't see it, but the distant cousin of my second uncle's family is in Xiying. He told me about it himself. He also said that when they rushed over, there was a strong wind, and that Tuguo demon was doing tricks—"

A few days ago, after winning the battle, the morale in the barracks was boosted a bit. The soldiers boasted to each other and made up nonsense, saying that General Hua was unparalleled in bravery and general in wisdom.

There are also legends about how the high priest of Tuguo did it.

If you say that the high priest of Tuguo is really evil, saying that the wind is wind, and that there is rain, it is three points more accurate than God. The wolves help each other.

Yao people always thought that wolves were psychic, but they were a little timid for a while.

Only that time, a howling was heard suddenly, a snow wolf jumped out and stood on the grassy hill, forcing the pack of wolves to disperse.

Those with sharp eyes found that the snow wolf was the one following the national teacher. Everyone thought it was a dog, but now they saw it, and realized that it might be the divine beast in the palace, and the national teacher led it out.

Fang Qiutang was also confused by this matter for a long time, staring at the two dogs wagging their tails and watery eyes for a while, then kept muttering: "This is not scientific——"

Song Xuan saw that he was talking strange things again, so he didn't bother to talk to him, and was writing a letter to Ji Yunxi at the desk.

"Tell me about you. You look quite mighty. You have the virtues of a pug. How can you be a beast?" Fang Qiutang stared at Ergou inexplicably. "What's the matter, everyone is black, but you are white, you are amazing? You canines, are you still racist?"

Er Gou bared his teeth at him, twisted his buttocks and rushed to Song Xuan's side, making a "woo woo" sound, as if wronged.

Song Xuan rubbed Ergou, then glared at Fang Qiutang: "Look at your talent, how can you even run on Ergou?"

Is it because the wolf is the natural enemy of the fox that Fang Qiutang dislikes the two dogs?

Song Xuan was actually a bit cold and humorous.

Fang Qiutang swore that when he saw the two dogs frantically wagging their tails and sticking out their tongues mockingly, he was stunned: "Fart, you dog... No, you are going to become a wolf, can't you see it?"

"Is there?" Song Xuan put down his pen, looked at Ergou's bright black eyes, and couldn't help rubbing him again. "Ergou is already smart, so it's not as exaggerated as you said."

Ergou turned his back to Fang Qiutang, showing a proud butt.

Don't ask him how he can see the smug mood from a dog's ass.

"But Ergou is indeed a bit strange," Song Xuan really remembered. It has been eight years since he met Ergou, and Ergou really hasn't changed at all. "How long does a wolf live?"

"Twelve or three years?" Fang Qiutang replied angrily.

Song Xuan looked at the two dogs left and right, there was really no difference, except that the fur raised in the palace was shiny and shiny, there was no change at all.

"Maybe Ergou is really a divine beast," Song Xuan simply stopped thinking about it. "After all, it's a good thing. If it wasn't for it, Mr. Nan Rong would really have succeeded."

In fact, Fang Qiutang's prediction was good, and Mr. Nan Rong's weirdness did add great trouble to the battle.

He seemed to have the ability to predict celestial phenomena, and he often made some weird moths, which made Dayao's people panic, but Turen seemed to be assisted by a god, and rushed to kill everyone desperately.

Under such influence, Nan Rongjun's little trick of tampering with memory will be put behind.

"The high priest's ability is not that rare, it's nothing more than a human weather forecast." Fang Qiutang snorted coldly. "But the gods and ghosts have to come up with so many tricks."

He has always been acrimonious and mean, he treats his own people like this, but he is even more picky with his opponents, and he doesn't feel comfortable seeing what the opponent does.

Song Xuan said with a smile: "Can you also predict the failure?"

Fang Qiutang was really suffocated for a moment, he really didn't know much about astronomy.

"Although I can't, I have a way to deal with him." Fang Qiutang's eyes flashed. "Otherwise, if I call you here, is it just for decoration?"

Song Xuan raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Our explosives haven't been used yet." Fang Qiutang was very interested. "Isn't it just pretending to be a ghost? We should let that bastard know who is really playing this way and eating this kind of food."

The main purpose of this journey was to regain the lost ground, and with Ji Yunqi's endless confidence, he hid many of Fang Qiutang's things and made them secret weapons.

Now that Tuguo's priest played ghosts several times, it actually aroused Fang Qiutang's competitive spirit.

Song Xuan understood Fang Qiutang's bad stomach: "Why, Boss Fang wants to play tricks too?"

The layout is all Song Xuan's job, Fang Qiutang usually has no interest.

"Create a game? I'm coming with him, and he can't figure it out." Fang Qiutang's fox eyes narrowed, and his eyes focused on Song Xuan. "Don't they often say that the high priest is the reincarnation of the gods? Let them see what is called the power of science."

"Song Xuan, you are a pig today, and I want you to be promoted to the altar."

Song Xuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, rolled up a book and threw it over.

Fang Qiutang turned his head to avoid it, but the two dogs staggered past and brought the book back.

"I'm not joking. I want to protect Dayao and end this war as soon as possible, and I will do whatever it takes. So, Song Xuan, we can try to create a god... or something like that."

Fang Qiutang's expression this time finally got a little more serious, and his eyes seemed to be shining with a biting and calm light through the crystal monolith he made. "You and I don't believe in gods, but we have to admit that the impact of this thing on people is very terrifying."

"Song Xuan, no one is more suitable for this plan than you." Fang Qiutang asserted.

"Because I am a national teacher?" Song Xuan asked.

"No, because the temptation to become a god is too great. Once you go up, it's hard to be willing to go down again." Fang Qiutang's smile was a little weird. "In order to keep their altars, most people will do whatever it takes, even if they make themselves more like evil spirits."

"You too?"

"me too."

Only Song Xuan is different.

Fang Qiutang firmly believed that as long as there was a chance, Song Xuan would jump off that altar without hesitation, like burning his ass.

It's not because of how noble and selfless his character is, it's because there isn't anything Song Xuan needs on it.

Song Xuan looked at him for a moment, then threw the book out again, right on Fang Qiutang's forehead.

"I see." Song Xuan said. "Go and discuss with the general."

Ergou went over and showed Fang Qiutang a mocking dog face.

Evil door.

Fang Qiutang thought.