big master, big liar

It is rumored that on that day, the Tengu swallowed the moon.

There were [-] soldiers and horses, wearing black armour, and covered in pitch black night, without anyone noticing, they broke into Nantu's rear camp at night, igniting the fire from the sky, and burned down the hundreds of miles of Nantu's rear camp.

The Nantu soldiers hurriedly escaped from the fire and hurriedly pursued them.Unexpectedly, he was punished by thunder and fire, resulting in countless casualties, and the limbs of the leading soldiers were broken, which is unbearable.

Afterwards, strange things happened continuously, generals died suddenly for no reason, foxes often screamed in the night, Nantu's secrets were leaked repeatedly, but the source could not be found.

The combination of all kinds of strange things makes Tu people very timid.

In Dayao's barracks, rumors of divine help spread. People say that the national teacher has the power to reach the heavens. He borrowed three hundred Yin soldiers to reduce fire and attract thunder.

I also heard that a group of elites were singled out from the Second West and East Battalion and raised in the rear, called the Tianji Battalion.

Specialized in firecrackers and gunpowder, practicing every day, the sound is loud.

These were all briefings from the border. Most of the courtiers had never seen the power of gunpowder, and they frowned at the matter of Tianjiying. Ji Yunxi suppressed them after several rounds of impeachment.

It's just that Ji Yunxi has been quite irritable for several days in a row.

When Lu Qishang saw it, he thought he was dissatisfied with the courtiers' noise, so he persuaded: "The Tianji Camp is a sharp weapon of the country, and the Holy Majesty did the right thing."

Ji Yunxi shook his head, there were two stacks of letters on his case, one was a border secret report, and the other was a letter from Song Xuan.

The caliber of the two letters is the same, the situation at the border is very good, and Song Xuan stabilizes the morale of the army in the rear.

But Ji Yunxi looked a little gloomy: "The gods and ghosts in southern Xinjiang don't look like Ji Yunqi's handwriting."

Lu Qishang was taken aback when he heard this.

Ji Yunxi and Song Xuan walked through the rivers and lakes, and knew Song Xuan's behavior style very well. No matter how you look at it, this mysterious trick came from Song Xuan's hands.

But the two secret reports did not mention a single word.

"Perhaps the national teacher gave the general an idea," Lu Qishang said. "The national teacher didn't want to take credit, so he didn't mention it at all."

He knew that what Lu Qishang said was right, the battle was raging ahead, Ji Yunqi and Song Xuansu had no quarrel, so he should not be injured.

There is nothing unusual about the letters these days.

"The battle is going too smoothly." Ji Yunxi's brows were still furrowed with indescribable anxiety.

Lu Qishang was a little confused: "It's a good thing that the battle is going well. If you want to come to the barbarian land in Nantu, you can't compete with me, Dayao."

Ji Yunxi didn't speak.

He always felt that the good news these days came too easily compared to the previous difficulties.

Even the ministers in the court relaxed their vigilance, as if all the storms had passed, and they just had to wait for victory.

Shengjing's life is too stable.

The stability made him a little terrified.

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Night Breeze shouted.

A group of Nantu soldiers were galloping at full speed.

Suddenly a bamboo whistle was heard.

The voice was hidden in the wind, almost indistinguishable.

By the time they felt something was wrong, they had already tripped and fell to the ground. Before they realized what had happened, the Wujia people, who had been lying in wait for a long time in the grass, suddenly jumped up and cut their throats precisely.

Before he even had time to scream, he had turned into several corpses in the blink of an eye.

"A total of 21 people, all with waist tags." The Wujia people inspected the corpses one by one, and turned around to report. "Indeed, they are all Nantu heralds."

"The number of people matches." Xie Qingzhu couldn't help but click his tongue, and said to the people around him: "It's amazing, how did you know the news?"

"I've said it all, the more you ask, the quicker you die. Why are you talking so much?" The leader of Wu Jiajun took off the mask on his face, and it was Song Xuan's face.

His complexion was very pale, pale and blue, and it was already winter, but fine cold sweat was oozing from his temples.

Although there was a smile on his face, it was obviously not as relaxed as it appeared on the surface.

"It's dealt with, don't let people see the trace." His order was extremely calm.

"Yes."

Xie Qingzhu was beside him, and couldn't help frowning: "Your injury is not fully healed yet, you shouldn't have come out."

Song Xuan smiled: "The matter is of great importance."

Killing the Nantu herald and delaying the time for their follow-up troops, there can be no omissions in this matter, and it must be done silently.

"It's crazy." Xie Qingzhu's demeanor was not like the wanton laziness in Sifang City, but a little helpless.

These days the fighting became more and more intense. They had been going around for more than ten days, and some casualties were unavoidable. Song Xuan, the leader, was especially dangerous, and almost every time he would come back with a dotted line.

But there is no one who can replace him.

A few days ago, he was stabbed in the back, and the wound has not healed. He was ordered to rest by the military doctor, but he didn't expect the general's order to come down again today.

Xie Qingzhu watched this Mr. Song from Sifang City, from a fortune teller who relied on his mouth for food, to be forced to wander between life and death.

Now seeing him being manipulated like an inappropriate person, he couldn't help but said: "It's like the boss is urging you to die, and you won't even be given time to recuperate, and donkeys don't order like that."

Song Xuan shook his head: "The general has no choice."

Only the Wujia Army can do these things, and only Song Xuan can lead them to do them.

Xie Qingzhu opened his mouth, but finally sighed, he knew what Song Xuan said was right.

These days, to outsiders, it is just a lively miracle, and everything is done by this Mr. Song.

No one in the army knew the truth, they only regarded this good-tempered national teacher as a bodhisattva in a temple, and worshiped him, for fear of bumping into him.He even refused to let him carry the bucket of water, for fear of breaking his arm.

No one would have guessed that this national teacher is really a ruthless character.

What can be seen by others, and what is passed on as anecdotes is just the tip of the iceberg.Later, Song Xuan led them to experience dangers and thrills that were invisible to others.

At first, Xie Qingzhu didn't understand why Ji Yunqi drove a distinguished national teacher with three-legged cat skills to do such a thing.

Now he understands that only Song Xuan can do such a thing.

Ji Yunqi almost only needs to tell Song Xuan that Song Xuan will be able to achieve the result he wants.

Assassination, poisoning, plotting, betrayal, spreading rumors, spying on the military, Mr. Song has been in Sifang City for so many years, and has never taken a life. Dare, just don't want to.

As long as Ji Yunqi got the result, Song Xuan didn't care about the process.No matter how incredible Ji Yunqi's request was, he could think of a way to do it, and he could really do it.

Song Xuanzhen had to carry out his promise with Ji Yunqi, and made a knife thoroughly.

Only he can make such a knife.

Xie Qingzhu yawned: "You are not afraid of being exhausted..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Xuan's eyes suddenly froze.

There was actually a figure who faked his death, and now seeing everyone let down their vigilance, they ran away.

In a blink of an eye, Song Xuan raised his hand, and the arrow shot through the man's throat precisely.

"The next time you inspect the corpse, just cut off the head." Song Xuan ordered with a blank expression. "To avoid future troubles."

Xie Qingzhu only yawned halfway and swallowed it back abruptly.

His expression was a bit complicated: "How long do we have to do this?"

Song Xuan said: "When the next batch of gunpowder comes out and the training of the Tianji Battalion is completed, we will be able to relax a bit."

Xie Qingzhu's expression was even more tangled: "Be easy? So Ji Yunqi didn't mean to let you back?"

Song Xuan nodded: "Until the end."

They can't escape this nightmare until it's all over, and before that, no one can stay out of it.

Xie Qingzhu turned his head and stared at Song Xuan.

He looked calm and collected, still the Mr. Song in Sifang City.

But it doesn't look like it anymore.

"Song Xuan, aren't you afraid... you won't be able to go back?"

Song Xuan's eyes flickered: "Scared."

"But... someone is waiting for me." Song Xuan said. "I don't get lost that easily."

The Wujia army over there had already cleaned up the corpses, Song Xuan blew the bamboo whistle, and the crowd melted into the night like a gust of wind, and disappeared without a trace.