Chiwuxing

Chapter [-] - New Enmity, Resentment to Colleagues, Dispute and Discord

But it is said that the two armies of Yan and Man have fought at the border for several months, and they have fought again.The news of the arrival of reinforcements from the Yan army spread into the barbarian camp, but the general did not move, leaving the rest of the soldiers to obey orders and fight.

Wu Masun's eyelids twitched, and he swung his sleeve to wipe away the blood on his forehead, then he raised his saber and stepped forward, once again being dodged by the Yan Army forward in front of him.

When did such characters appear in the Yan army?

He glanced at the face in the armor, but the other party moved too fast, he only saw a scar on his face, and couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

Wumasun was furious, and with ninety percent of his strength, he aimed at the body of the person in front, and saw the young man raised his sword to block, paused for a moment, Wumasun faced the man's face, and looked into the young man's eyes. middle.

Jingjing's bloodshot eyes grew darkly, and with that murderous drunkenness, he found a familiar feeling in a trance.

The opponent was no older than him, and he obviously couldn't feel the penetration of his internal force when he fought the move, either he was too strong to hide it, or he was poisoned by a Gu, and his internal force was suppressed due to illness.

Thinking this way in his heart, the young man on the opposite side was unequivocal, a long sword passed through the blade according to the opportunity, made a sharp clanging sound, and came from below in an instant.

Wu Masun gritted his teeth and pulled the rein to dodge. A long gash was drawn from the back of his hand to his arm, and blood flowed from the back of his hand.

He looked up, and there was no joy on the young man's face after he had succeeded, but he still held the long sword tightly in his hand, bent his back and leaned forward, ready to attack at any time.

Wu Masun secretly inspected, never thought that such a fierce and swift person would suddenly appear in the Yan army.

In this behavior, compared with the habits of ordinary Yan people, it is more like a barbarian.

Fu Chen rode his horse a few steps forward, saw the young barbarian opposite him with his right saber in the same position, knew that he was a difficult opponent, so he still raised his sword and attacked forward, slowing down his speed a little, paying attention to the opponent's weakness.

Wu Masun saw the upturned eyelids exposed after the other party lowered his forehead, the shadows disappeared, like the faint green light scattered from the wolf's eyes.

On the sidelines, the Yan and Barbarians fought in a melee, and the barbarians did not have an advantage in numbers, and the Yan Army gradually fell to the outside of the battle line.

"retreat!"

There have been countless casualties.

The barbarians recognized that it was the voice of General Rong Ze, and were exhausted from running, they pulled their horses back.

The battle on the Yan army's side was in full swing, and they were all angry, wanting to attack again, threatening the remaining barbarians on the field.

Wu Masun dodged the attack, frowning, his hands showing no signs of slowing down.Fu Chen was not disturbed by the noise, he exerted his strength on his waist and hips, and made a roundabout flash jump together with the horse, so startled that Wu Masun could barely stop Wu Masun's blow with the Fengzui knife.

Rong Ze retreated step by step with the barbarian army. Some barbarian soldiers saw that Wumasun was still standing in the distance, and shouted: "General Wuma! The troops are retreating back to the camp!"

Wu Masun was very annoyed, seeing the young man opposite him moved sharply, he didn't stop and pause.After weighing it in his heart for a moment, he withdrew his horse and backed away for a long time.

Leading the horse to the barbarian army, he realized that the young man did not follow him, so Wu Masun glanced back.

Seeing that the Yan army's forward really did not come after him, he fixedly looked in his direction, and an order came: "Don't chase after poor bandits! All soldiers retreat!"

The remnants of the barbarian army merged together piecemeal, and the grass and sand were flying.

Seeing the barbarian army fleeing and galloping away, the Yan army gathered behind the battle line, the grass was thin and dusty on the empty field, and large pieces of corpses became patches of yellow sand in the field.

"There are not many barbarians, why don't you chase them?" Wei Xu approached Fu Chen and asked.

"Do you need to ask?" Tang Lan smashed the hilt of the knife to the ground and scoffed, "They led the troops back first, how do you know there is no fraud?"

Wei Xu stared at Tang Lan.

"Seeing the large number of troops dispatched this time, the barbarians have been fighting recklessly. There is a high chance of an ambush ahead," Fu Chen said. Isn’t it self-destructive to send troops? Why is it so…”

Tang Lan raised her voice and said, "All soldiers obey orders now! Go back to the camp and rest!"

The army marched back to the camp, Fu Chen led the team, and remained silent all the way.

At night, the bonfire was burning, and the barbarian barracks did not feel sad about the loss of soldiers, but was full of joy.

In the open-air banquet hall, the officers and soldiers of each army sat around in groups. The general in the upper rank had a dark complexion and a strong figure, and at this time his face was also happy.

Sha Lihu said: "A few days ago, the ship was burned during the battle, and a general of the Yan army and the King Yu who had a long-standing friendship with us were lost. The lord was very happy to hear that, and guaranteed that after the battle, The whole army, all the soldiers who participated in the battle will be rewarded with three years' salary!"

When all the soldiers heard the words, they all swept away the worries and anger on the battlefield before, and grinned.

"It's all General Sha's ingenious plan! That's why all the Yan soldiers in the first army at that time were captured!"

"Yes, yes, yes," said one person, "If General Sha hadn't thought of this method at the time, how could he have avoided the Yan army's sneak attack and even led their army!"

"That's right, that's right," said another humanely, "This time, the former troubled King Yu was eradicated all at once, and the only remaining generals of the Yan army left one after another. From now on, we don't have to worry about their future plans anymore!"

Some soldiers below began to flatter.

Sha Lihu pursed his lips and swallowed a big mouthful of wine, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Wu Masun wrapped his arm with a bandage at the corner of his lower head. The shadowy old tree covered the face of the young savage general. After hearing the laughter of the soldiers, his hands tightened. The hand was too strong and a drop of blood seeped out.

At this moment, Rong Ze came over with a bunch of roasted rabbit meat, leaned forward, and said, "General, eat some roasted meat to replenish your strength."

"Take it away." Wu Masun didn't look at him.

Rong Ze stood here in embarrassment, and some soldiers suddenly started to look sideways at this corner that no one paid attention to.

Wu Masun was cold and indifferent, ignoring those sudden gazes, he stood up and looked around, some of them were soldiers under his command, and they deliberately avoided him when they saw him looking over.

He walked forward to the open space under Sha Lihu's seat, looked directly at the general above him, and satirized: "Dare to ask General Sha, in today's battle, our army lost a lot of troops, and when the defeated soldiers fled in the end, they did not make the previous preparations." How can this be explained by the ambush deployment?"

Seeing Wu Masun's obvious questioning with sarcasm, Sha Lihu is also used to his temper, and remembering the past unpleasantness between the two of them, he is no longer polite, saying: "Wuma Sun, this general will give you the soldiers, you, as a subordinate , Listen to the order, if you feel dissatisfied, just report to the lord, the soldier amulet is with me, you have no room to comment."

Seeing that Wu Masun was going to get angry again, Sha Lihu said again: "Military secrets are kept secret, and the officers and men obey orders. This is an order from the Lord himself. Do you have any objection?"

Opening and shutting his mouth was under the pressure of Fu Xuan's strong authority, Wu Masun's eyes became more and more hostile.Seeing that the situation here is not good, Rong Ze over there hastily came out to persuade him: "This...General, General Wuma is also concerned about today's defeat, but this time it is the last general who leads the troops, and it is indeed the last battle if he does not win the battle. Let it pass, and ask the general to punish me."

Wu Masun next to him looked even more ugly, since he joined the army after being demoted, Sha Lihu actually made him fall under Rong Ze.Rong Ze had previously been his assistant general, but now that he made this special move, the meaning of humiliation is no longer veiled.

On weekdays, he is hypocritical, and when he sees who is better on the battlefield.

Wu Masun snorted coldly in his heart, but Sha Lihu didn't know what he was thinking at this time, so he only said to Rong Ze: "These few times we have rushed in with short soldiers, and the goal is not to win completely, so don't blame yourself too much, I have my own arrangements. "

Wu Masun paused for a while in the arena, causing the heated atmosphere below to cool down.He glared provocatively at the upper seat, and returned to the seat just now.

The soldiers below shouted: "General! Today's barbecue is not enough..."

Another soldier next to him slapped him on the forehead: "I still want to eat myself!"

Then he snatched the meat from his hand and shouted, "This is mine!"

"There are a lot of wild animals outside, if you want to eat, you can hunt by yourself, what's there to grab!" Rong Ze laughed and scolded, and the soldiers beside him also laughed.

The noise of the crowd sounded again.

Wu Masun opened the wine bag and took a sip, the wine held on his tongue for a long time before he swallowed it slowly.

Fu Xuan called the attendants on both sides to stay and wait outside the hall, and went into the side palace alone.

He walked unhurriedly, stretched out his hand to open the main door, and made a "squeak" sound of old wood rubbing.

As soon as Fu Xuan entered the hall, she saw the purple-colored figure on the window sill. The braids at the back of her neck hadn't been tied together, but they were scattered on her shoulders.

Fu Zan was adjusting the strings in front of the table, when he flicked his fingertips, a piece of pearls and jades fell down.

"You came."

No heat, no hesitation.

Fu Zhan didn't turn his head back, just hearing the calm footsteps, he knew that there would be no one else in the whole palace who could always have such ease.

Fu Xuan laughed: "The spring fog has been cold and wet recently, so my son should not take off his winter clothes early to prevent his body from being damaged by the cold."

Fu Zhan didn't say a word, only focused on the guqin in front of him.The wood color is mellow and mellow, not extraordinary.

Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows sideways, looked at his only son a few times, his expression was serious, his eyes were cold, untouched by common customs, he really looked like the man he was familiar with.

The young man's face was focused, but there were ripples in his heart.In the past few days, Fu Xuan called frequently, chatted with him intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't think it was because he suddenly wanted to get along with him.

Fu Xuan was in sight, and couldn't help asking: "Has Zan'er ever seen the current priest?"

"do not know."

Fu Xuan sighed softly: "He has avoided the world for several years, and it is really hard to find him again."

"Where did the old guy come from? How could I have seen it?"

Fu Xuan smiled and said: "Yes, when it comes to age, he is a few years older than me, but if it is about seniority, he might have to call me uncle."

Ignoring his joke, the boy adjusted the string and wiped it again with silk.

Fu Xuan paced to the side to rest on the couch, looking at the utensils in the room, all kinds of musical instruments and medical books were neatly arranged, and there were a lot of categories, even the most famous Gu doctor in the clan might not have such complete equipment.

"What exactly are you doing here?"

"Can't you come and take a look if you have nothing to do?" Fu Xuan raised the corners of her lips, and her phoenix eyes were cloudy under her brow bone. If you look closely, it is the corners carved out of the same mold as the boy opposite. "He also likes musical instruments, but he doesn't listen to them." It is a pity that he played the complete piece in front of me."

When Fu Zhan heard this, it was rare for him to start a conversation with a man: "Qin music is only played for bosom friends, mediocre people, but they just listen to it for fun."

"Oh?" Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows, then nodded, "It makes sense. If that's the case, is Zhan'er willing to play a complete song for the king?"

"Then I'd rather smash the qin." Fu Yan was not polite, and snorted coldly, "How did you know the music of bosom friends?"

After the boy finished speaking, he got up and picked up the polished piano, and gently put it into the piano case on the opposite side of the table, with a low sound.

Fu Xuan's eyes turned from him to the window, and on the flower bed outside the window, a field of bright yellow irises was extremely bright.

He said: "Zan'er's words are wrong. If you talk about bosom friends, there really is one in these years."

Fu Zan didn't answer his words, only heard Fu Xuan say to himself:

"There is a saying in Yan people that 'a daughter is easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find', which is indeed true."

"After all these years, it's rare for anyone to know each other."

"He's a nice guy."

"In the past ten years, I have rarely admired this person."

"Unfortunately, he died ten days ago."

The man's tone was calm.

Hearing this, Fu Yan couldn't help but said: "Aren't you used to killing people who treat you well? Isn't my mother also consumed to death in the palace by you..."

"Be nice to me?" Fu Xuan raised her eyebrows, and then smiled rarely.

The laughter subsided, and he said: "Hey, heh, he doesn't treat me very well, he just wished that the lonely king would die in front of him sooner."

After a while, Fu Xuan stopped talking about it, and said again: "Zan'er, your mother entered the palace voluntarily back then, and her physical illness cannot be helped by human power."

There was also resentment in the young man's eyes, and he said: "I checked the medical books, if you hadn't led the army to attack Yan at that time and took away all the best medicines for diseases in the clan, how could you have missed the time for the final rescue!"

Fu Xuan also said solemnly: "Your mother's life is fate, and the lives of soldiers who fought to the death for the whole clan are not worth mentioning?"

"You're just using them to satisfy your own ambitions," Fu Yan sneered, "If you didn't raise your troops like this, why would the people of the tribe go to the battlefield to die!"

Fu Xuan was silent, with hidden anger in his eyes, he squinted to suppress his emotions.

There was silence in the room.

Fu Zan took out a book from the cabinet, flipped through it casually, and the pages creaked.

"Since you have such a heart," Fu Xuan sighed, "then my father asks you, would you be willing to be our Nanman priest and protect the blessings of the whole family?"

The young man froze when he heard the words, then turned around and said, "Didn't you just say that there is already someone, why do you want someone else to be it?"

"You are still young and have lived in the palace for a long time, so you don't know about these past events," Fu Xuan said, "The current priest is also of my royal blood, but he retired for some reason many years ago, and it is still difficult to find traces."

Fu Zhan pretended to be disdainful: "He is not a god, how can he not find the reason?"

"When it comes to the supernatural power of witchcraft, the royal family can't compare with the lineage of priests." Fu Xuan said.

Fu Zan never believed his rhetoric, and said sarcastically, "What? There are still things you can't handle?"

Fu Xuan ignored the ridicule of the only son, and continued: "The lonely king is also for the stability of the whole family. At this time, there is war and chaos. If you can understand the will of heaven and the secrets of heaven, everything will be accomplished with the help of God."

It turned out to be An's thoughts.Fu Zan felt disdainful.

Fu Xuan continued: "The selection of priests has always been related to aptitude. My royal family has lasted for hundreds of years. Except for the current one, it is Nagu. You have this aptitude. Would you like it?"

"I don't want to." Fu Yan didn't hesitate.

Seemingly expecting such an answer, Fu Xuan didn't show much surprise on her face, she just said: "That's all, father and king won't force you."

If you really want to force people, you won't put it in the open.Fu Zan slandered in his heart.

Fu Xuan went on to say: "It's just that if Zhan'er can come to help our clan to prosper, it's not only a consolation to the ancestors, but also a pledge to the Phoenix God. It's a very happy thing for all ethnic groups. You can think about it someday.”

The words were beautiful, but Fu Yan didn't appreciate it, he just said: "You don't care about my affairs."

Fu Xuan was rarely blocked for a while, and sighed again: "But Zhan'er must recognize his identity, since he is the prince of the entire clan, and he owns these clothes, food and utensils, he must not forget his roots."

"I can go now, do you agree?"

Fu Xuan's patience was worn out little by little, and he said: "You should think about this matter carefully, the father will not force you, but you have to give a decent reason to explain to the whole family."

"The reason is that the current priest is not dead, so there is no need to rush me up."

"How do you know he's not dead yet?"

There was a gleam of light in Fu Xuan's eyes.

"It's... what you said just now."

Fu Xuan raised her eyebrows and said: "Father has not seen him for many years, so he doesn't know if he is alive now. But in any case, he has no merit in the clan, and he is extremely incompetent for the priesthood. "

"Aren't you always the most polite?" Fu Yan snorted coldly, "Since he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, it's not too late to make a decision after it's confirmed."

Fu Xuan paused for a moment, and then said: "I won't talk about this matter. I have been busy with government affairs these days and have not taken care of you. Whatever you want, you can ask your father."

"I want those ancient medical books that were burnt in the family, is there a way for my father to find them?" Fu Yan asked intentionally.

Fu Xuan was a little cold, and said: "Since the things have been destroyed, it is the same to arrest the perpetrators and sacrifice them alive."

"Look, this is the difference between me and you," Fu Yan sneered, "Things are not human beings, and you insist on using the living to vent your hatred. Aren't you wasting your efforts? What benefits can you gain?"

"According to my son, is it possible that in this world, everyone must introspect and be sanctified, and there will be no more grievances from now on?" Fu Xuan sighed, "I used to let you play wantonly as a father, but now it seems that it may not be true. Benefits. It actually makes you grow into a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world."

"Hmph," Fu Yan rolled his eyes, snorted coldly, and said again, "If you are always thinking about expanding the borders and frantically fighting wars like you, then I won't eat if I don't eat."

The father and son repeated their words, and finally they broke up as usual.