I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

The Yijia Army descended from the mountains and soon came to the north of Wangyun Palace.The leading lieutenant general glanced behind, swallowed, and waved his hand forward:

"Firearm!"

Several soldiers stepped forward in response, moving the iron cannons one by one to the palace wall in groups of two.When they were done, they ignited the fuse and quickly ran back to the team.

"preparation--"

Amid the shouts of the lieutenant general, the spearmen opened their shields one after another.Immediately, there was a deafening explosion, and broken bricks and tiles were mixed in the dust and smashed on the protective barrier.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, what appeared in front of them was a huge hole and several figures standing with swords.

The lieutenant took a step forward, swiped the simple knife in his hand, and shouted: "Kill!!"

A simple word with clear meaning.

The soldiers shouted and rushed forward quickly.They stepped on fragments of bricks and tiles, kept chopping forward, and soon broke the protective spell wall.

Seeing this, the morale of the Yijia Army greatly increased, and immediately rushed into the palace shouting.Although they were not good at spells, they had a large number after all, and quickly killed most of the enemies standing in front of them.

Just when the soldiers thought they had the chance to win, a thunderbolt exploded, catching them off guard.

Immediately afterwards, several figures suddenly appeared in the air, blocking the broken palace wall and blocking their way.

"This, what's going on..."

Seeing that the cloth could not be broken no matter how much it was cut, the Yijia Army began to clamor.

"I'll go, what the hell is this!"

"Where are the iron cannons? Are they all gone?"

Amidst the noise, the people on the chariot spoke again: "Don't be impatient. If one is blocked, just break another."

"Yes!"

The Yijia Army responded, and immediately smashed towards the palace wall beside it.With their concerted efforts, cracks were soon created.

"stop."

Suddenly, a loud human voice came, overwhelmed the sound of chiseling the wall, and echoed in the ears of the soldiers.

The Yijia army was stunned for a moment, and they all turned their heads to look, only to see a blood-clothed youth floating in the air, looking down at them condescendingly.

He had a vigor that didn't match his age, and the blood stains on his face added a bit of chill to him.

What really changed the face of Yijia Army was a Fang Tianhalberd that appeared out of thin air.It stood obliquely in mid-air, with the tip of the halberd aimed at the center of a person's eyebrows——

"His Majesty!"

Several soldiers shouted, took a few steps, and then looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

They held their weapons tightly, but did not dare to act rashly, their eyes flicked back and forth between the young man and the monarch.

"Where is the pawn, dare to be presumptuous?"

The young man pointed at by the tip of the halberd was not in a hurry.He stretched out his hand slowly, tapped Fang Tianji, and said: "You are...the person who claims to be the Lord of Sulan Palace?"

The young man smiled slightly, and asked back: "Your Excellency, it must be the Yijia Monarch who lives behind the scenes, hides his shadow, but hides his head and tail?"

The soldiers gasped, but their monarch withdrew his hand nonchalantly, and said with a sneer, "That's right. I've heard about the wind of Sulan for a long time, and I'll know the reason when I meet you today. As the saying goes:" If there is something good at the top, it will be worse at the bottom." "

"Your Excellency is absurd. The king of Yijia is far-sighted and considerate, and his secret agents are quite masterful. I thought that the king must be wise, but I was really disappointed when I saw it today."

Hearing this, the young Shu's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Young boy with a yellow mouth, how dare you speak wild words?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Tianji in front of him immediately approached an inch closer, drawing a bloodstain directly between his eyebrows.

"Sorry, I slipped my hand. If your Excellency regrets your life, you should quickly order the troops to retreat."

The crescent moon hanging in the air quietly fell on the branches.The dark sky began to turn white from the bottom, revealing golden light bit by bit.

Usually at this time, the streets of Sulan are quiet, except for the occasional chirping of birds, shaking off the dewdrops on the twigs.

The bustling Willow Lane has finally turned off the lights, and the people who get up early will also step out of the house and be busy with their own livelihoods.

The common people have long been accustomed to mornings like this, and there are occasional differences, which are just the differences of the four seasons.

When the habits deeply rooted in their bones are suddenly broken, how will the long-awaited citizens feel?

Ning Cheng stood in mid-air, and below were the familiar streets and unfamiliar chaotic scenes.

He stared at the young man in front of him, not daring to relax at all, he was afraid that if he was distracted, the situation would be reversed.

"Blood……"

Lord Yijia slowly raised his hand, wiping away the drops of blood that had slipped from his forehead.The corners of his mouth twitched, and there was a hint of sternness in his eyes, and the expression on his face made people shudder.

"But if you give me three points of color, you will open a dyeing workshop? Do you really think you are the master of Sulan Palace?"

Before Ning Cheng could retort, he saw a silver light flash in the young man's hand, and Fang Tianji was blown away.

His expression froze, and as soon as he grabbed Fang Tianji back, he saw the silver light quickly hitting him in the face with murderous aura.

Ning Cheng's face froze, and he immediately turned sideways to dodge, waving his hand to block the silver light.However, the silver light seemed to be alive, circling around him relentlessly, and the wind it brought was like a sharp blade, directly drawing deep and visible wounds on his body.

"Since you have hurt me once, pay it back a thousand times."

A sneer came from next to his ear, accompanied by the Yijia Army's strong shout.

Ning Cheng collected himself, held his breath, and watched the trail of the silver light, then raised his hand at the right moment, and swung it towards the youth with all his might.

"I'll give it back to you."

With an explosion, the chariot was directly shattered by the silver light.The soldiers below fled one after another, while the king of Yijia jumped up, turned around and took the silver light back into his hands.

As the dust dissipated, Ning Cheng saw clearly that the silver light avatar was actually an ivory folding fan.

Different from ordinary ivory fans, there is no hollow carving on the fan, but the handle is sharpened outwards, the fan surface is as sharp as a knife blade, and there are blood spots on it.

"Er, do you really want to die?"

With killing intent on his face, the young man raised his hand and waved out the ivory fan.

The fan was spinning in the air, and there was a gust of air around the blade.As soon as Ning Cheng blocked the ivory fan, he saw another silver light rushing towards his ear, drawing a bloody gash.

There are actually two of these fans!

Ning Cheng waved Fang Tianji and knocked down the ivory fans one by one.Just as he took a breath, he saw the knocked-down fan sprang up again, and the fan surface was retracted directly, spinning at an extremely fast speed, and hit his neck——

"Clang!"

The fan bone hit the golden light, making a crisp sound.

Ning Cheng looked at the barrier around him, raised his head reflexively, and looked up.

Not far in front of him, a figure descended lightly, the silver umbrella in his hand flashed a barrier of golden light, and the silver-blue clothes fluttered in the wind.

"I am back."

Feng Shu turned around, a smile appeared on his pale face, and then froze quickly.

"Palace Master, you..."

Feng Shu paused, immediately grabbed Ning Cheng, and jumped to the top of the palace wall.He glanced at the wall, his eyes darkened, and then turned to the young man floating in the air, and directly struck down several thunderbolts.

"I wanted to save your life to negotiate, but it seems that there is no need."

Amidst the screams of the soldiers, the surrounding air shook violently.

A silver umbrella soared into the air, circled in mid-air, and quickly opened its golden light.

Wherever the bright golden light went, Yijia soldiers screamed and wailed, and their bodies quickly became red, swollen, and blisters appeared as if they had been scalded by hot oil.

"Help, help..."

"Run away!"

The golden light went all the way to the border of Sulan, before it stopped.The soldiers who hadn't entered the city were blocked outside, while those who fled with their heads in their arms passed through the barrier and ran away screaming.

"Damn—what kind of magic is this?"

Ning Cheng listened to the angry screams and screams echoing in his ears, and looked up at the frost-faced person: "Feng Shu, you..."

"As long as they withdraw from the Sulan Realm, they will be able to save their lives."

Feng Shu said lightly, and jumped down the palace wall with Ning Cheng in his arms.He glanced at the wreckage and corpses all over the ground, put Ning Cheng on a cleaner ground, and then knelt down beside him.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Looking at his abnormally pale face, Ning Cheng was heartbroken, and said, "It doesn't matter. Feng Shu, are you okay? The wound in the abdomen, has it been treated?"

Feng Shu was silent for a while, then said: "Palace Master, do you still have that spirit fox with you?"

Ning Cheng nodded, and then said, "Feng Shu, how are you doing?"

He looked at the golden light under the hood of the sky, and had a vague premonition.

At the beginning, the formation they drew together was nothing more than a large defensive barrier, and it was impossible to attack at all.

But now, the golden light from the silk curtain umbrella can injure the enemy and retreat troops.

Besides, if it was normal, Feng Shu must be in a hurry to heal his injuries.The reason he doesn't do that is because...

Ning Cheng's heart tightened, he pressed Feng Shu's hand towards him, and said, "Feng Shu, I'm fine. You take back the magic weapon first, and then we go to the palace gate to help, okay?"

Feng Shu didn't answer, but stretched out his hand abruptly, and took out the lock bag from Ning Cheng's arms.

Regardless of Ning Cheng's stop, he quickly pulled the bag away, stared at the fox that jumped in front of him, and murmured:

"One more time... Palace Master, didn't you go to save Yuehan?"

Ning Cheng cast his eyes on the bright red stone on Linghu's neck, then quickly turned to Feng Shu, and said, "It's a long story. It's okay for the moon to be silent, but you..."

"It's okay...it's fine."

The corners of Feng Shu's mouth curved up slightly, as if he was a little relieved.He raised his index finger, tapped lightly on the fox's paw, and said, "Little brat, heal the palace lord quickly."

Ning Cheng was stunned for a moment, and said urgently: "No, save your master first..."

"Hey—"

Before Ning Cheng finished speaking, he saw the spirit fox wailed and fell down on the spot.It stared at its round blue eyes, neither healed Ning Cheng according to what Feng Shu said, nor did it do what Ning Cheng said.

"you……"

Feng Shu was slightly stunned, and then showed a clear expression.

"Palace Master, the person who made a blood contract with Linghu...is really you."

"I?"

Ning Cheng paused, looked at the fox lying on the ground with its paws, and said, "If the person he recognizes as the master is me, why..."

Feng Shu smiled wryly, and said: "Now there is only one healing technique left, you want it to ignore the seriously injured master and treat another person, isn't it a force?"

"No, I..."

Ning Cheng was about to argue, but suddenly felt dizzy.He wanted to raise his hand to touch his forehead, but his arm was hanging limply, and he only moved his fingertips lightly.

He looked down in some confusion, only to find that his body was covered in bloody cuts, and his limbs were extremely heavy.

The surrounding air instantly cooled down, and the pain froze into the bone marrow, making people tremble uncontrollably.

"Palace Master, you are so seriously injured, you should treat him first."

Ning Cheng bit his lower lip tightly, trying to raise his spirits: "No. Instead of letting me watch you fall down again, why not—"

"This is for me to say."

Feng Shu interrupted directly.There was cold sweat on his forehead, and a broken smile hung on his pale face.

"If something happens to you again, Feng Shu will definitely not live alone."

"Who said something will happen to me? If you die, will I continue to live in this world with this strange skin?"

Ning Cheng roared, grabbed Feng Shu's collar with all his strength, and met his eyes: "If that's the case, you might as well kill me directly. Instead of staying alone for a hundred years, it's better to go home together .”

Feng Shu blinked his out-of-focus eyes, and said, "I..."

"cough."

An unnatural cough sounded, interrupting their unfinished conversation.

Ning Cheng raised his head and saw several figures.Standing at the forefront is a young man in plain clothes.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but there are still many people here... The painting judge and I can both use healing spells, try to make sure that both of you can live, okay?"

Ning Cheng glanced around and fell silent.

Standing next to the two of them were the draw judges and chess judges who were busy filling up the palace walls and expelling the Yijia army just now.

Behind them was a group of guards, all of them had weird expressions on their faces, especially Ma Wentian.His whole body hung on Mo Wuhen's body, and his complexion was much better than Shi Cai's.

Seeing Ning Cheng staring at him, Ma Wentian coughed hard and said, "Brother Ning, we didn't hear anything, you... hey, you said you didn't hear, why are you so anxious to pass out!"

Listening to the noise in his ears, Ning Cheng smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

He let go of Feng Shu's hand, and felt a weight fall on him, which made him a little ache, but it was warm and reassuring.

In the air, a silver umbrella floated down lightly, dangling and covering the ground.

Now, it's all over.

The author has something to say:

——Large social death scene XDD——