The protagonists have golden fingers

As Qu Yuelou said, the Miaojiang Holy Cult has a clear understanding of astronomy and yin and yang, and can summon a few ghosts to chat and amuse when you have nothing to do. It is really easy to know something in a place like the battlefield full of wronged souls. .

The little girl followed Zhennanhou to the battlefield that was being cleaned, and after just one glance, she couldn't help but look away and wrinkled her nose.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?"

The little girl covered her lips and nose with one hand, shook her head and said nothing, and made a few complicated handprints in the air with the other hand. The long-lasting thick blood in the air seemed to be blocked by the two of them, and it was floating no matter what. But come.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered softly: "Such a strong smell... I'm afraid it will be difficult."

As she said that, she took a peek at Zhennanhou, who had a slightly gloomy expression, and was certain in her heart that a new ghost was dragged from the battlefield so abruptly by raising her hand.

The ghost obviously hadn't realized that he was dead yet. He was startled when he saw the two of them at first sight, jumped three steps away with a wow, crouched down trembling with his head in his arms, and was still muttering.

The little girl listened carefully, and found that he was actually reciting scriptures, but he probably hadn't read many scriptures, and the Tao Te Ching and the Diamond Sutra were all recited.

Qu Yuelou: "..."

Su Lanqing: "..."

If you are like this, whether it is the Jade Emperor, Tathagata, Buddha or King Yama, they will not care about you, believe it or not!

The little girl suppressed an inappropriate laugh, cleared her throat, and cast a spell on the ghost to calm him down.

The ghost seemed to be aware of its current situation after its head was gone, and it squatted on the ground with a bewildered expression, as if it was about to cry or not.

Su Lanqing couldn't bear to look at it, and lowered her eyes slightly.The little girl glanced at him, then walked up to talk to the ghost.

Their voices were very low, and they could only hear a few sporadic words intermittently, but it was enough for Su Lanqing to piece together the life and death of this ghost.

He lowered his eyes, and there was the whining wind in his ears, as well as the whispers of a person and a ghost who thought they were whispering.

After the little girl finished asking and sent the ghost to the underworld for reincarnation, Su Lanqing suddenly realized that he thought he had been in a daze for a long time, but in fact it was only a few sentences.

Qu Yuelou blinked at him with a pair of beautiful cat eyes, quietly, with the corners of her mouth slightly pursed, but her expression was relaxed and happy.

Su Lanqing also blinked, feeling much more relaxed unconsciously.He thought, found a way.

Sure enough, the first sentence the little girl spoke was good news: "You don't need to invite Pavilion Master Shen, I can handle this matter!"

As she spoke, she took out a silver dagger from her bosom and cut her wrist. The bright red blood was blown to an unknown place by the wind before it landed.

Qu Yuelou let out blood, looked at Zhennanhou who wanted to stop the bleeding, shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I'm sorry for you, all I can do now is to disperse the battlefield for you The resentment from above, lest here..." She paused, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, Su Lanqing had no choice but to stand aside and watch her bleed.

Fortunately, Qu Yuelou stopped bleeding very quickly. She put away her dagger, turned her head to look at Su Lanqing, with a serious expression on her small face: "Let's go back! I have to discuss it with other people, what should you do after I leave manage."

"En." Su Lanqing nodded, took her hand, and turned back to the city.On the way, he couldn't help asking, "Do you have to go in person?"

"If I don't go in person, I will probably have to rely on human life to fill in." Qu Yuelou replied helplessly.

Su Lanqing stopped talking.

The two of them returned to Zhennanhou's mansion in silence. Coincidentally, several lieutenants and military advisers didn't have time to leave, and everyone sat in the study again, surrounded by a sand table to suffer from headaches.

It's not that the Southwest Army can't survive without the immortal cultivators. When the army was first established in the early years, they climbed to this position by accumulating military merits little by little with their lives.

But to be honest, there are two different things about the strength of an army with immortal cultivators and without immortal cultivators.

Although it seems that there is not much difference between immortal cultivators and ordinary people, since they have the word "immortal", they are destined to be fatally different from ordinary people——

At least the army they are sitting in is not afraid of the enemy's sudden attack.Because no one wants to suddenly explode into a ball of blood on the way.

The Southwest Army now has only one immortal cultivator, Qu Yuelou. If she leaves at this time, the enemy army will definitely be unscrupulous.

But if Qu Yuelou didn’t leave, there would definitely be people like today on the battlefield. They are neither alive nor dead, they are not afraid of pain, they have no brains, and they can do whatever the master tells them to do, as long as their heads are not lost and their hearts are not broken. Even if you are missing an arm or a leg, you have to stop your enemies.

But the Nanman land has fewer people and fewer people, and they usually rely on unknown beasts and witchcraft to fight. Where did they come from so many people?

It is nothing more than the people living at the junction, who suffered from natural and man-made disasters for no reason, and were born into an "army of the living dead".

The people in the study were divided into two groups, one group felt that Qu Yuelou could not leave at this time;

The other faction felt that she would have to leave sooner or later, so she might as well settle this troublesome matter and come back sooner.The two sides argued endlessly, and finally handed over the decision to their Zhennanhou.

Su Lanqing pursed her lips and looked at the little girl who hadn't said a word since entering the study, and she was also looking at him.

The little girl had crooked eyebrows, bright eyes, and an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth.

She just sat there quietly, leaving all decisions in his hands.

But Su Lanqing knew that once Qu Yuelou left, he didn't know if he could come back.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, suppressed the reluctance in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "I'd better ask for the song...cough, little ancestor, let's go for a while, we can stand here for the time being. But, when the living dead When there are more troops, it doesn’t necessarily mean who wins and loses.”

Everyone was speechless.Su Lanqing's winning or losing is not just a battle, but represents the survival of the entire country.

The Marquis of Zhennan is the undefeated myth of Daxiang, and the Southwest Army is the last line of defense on the southwest border. If the Southwest Army loses, it means that the myth is shattered, the hearts of the people are separated, the enemy's army is driving straight in, and the country is destroyed. Death!

The cost of losing is too high for anyone to afford.

This result was already discussed by Qu Yuelou and Su Lanqing on the way - no matter how many people disagreed, Qu Yuelou had to leave.

Fortunately, there are not many people who have lost their heads. Everyone here is a well-known think tank, and they can think of longer-term benefits with a little brainstorming.Therefore, no one has any objection to Su Lanqing's decision.

After the discussion, they drew up a rough plan for the next battle, and decided to burn the Nanman's food and grass camp before Quyuelou left.

Hmm... the method is very old-fashioned, but it is very useful!

They burned grain and grass more than once, but the group of southern barbarians did not change their minds, and next time they piled grain and grass together—they never separated!

Qu Yuelou was also unable to complain about this.Did they lose a few heads to do such a mentally retarded thing?

"No." Su Lanqing said sharply, "They just have no brains."

The southern barbarians have a tough and powerful fighting style, relying on wild beasts and wild birds that cannot be outnumbered by outsiders, rampaging like uncivilized savages—but they are often very effective.

However, once they figure out their combat methods, it is very easy to turn defeat into victory, for example: burning food and grass.

Nan Manzi, who remembers to eat but not to fight, has never considered why the food he has stored will be eaten up so quickly!

Qu Yuelou covered her lips and smiled lightly, even the slightest parting sorrow was washed away.

Even Su Lanqing's brows, which had not been raised for many days, were slightly relaxed, and she looked much more relaxed.

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The day Qu Yuelou left was quiet, except for Su Lanqing, no one came to see her off.

This is also her own meaning. After all, there are frequent wars, a lot of affairs in the army, and people talking too much. It is inevitable that you will run into the enemy's spies. Swing the army north!

Qu Yuelou led the horse, followed by Marquis Zhennan.They walked through a muddy path together, and further on, it was the road to Miaojiang Shengjiao.

The two stood at the fork in the road, and neither of them wanted to say goodbye first.The little girl pursed her mouth, stepped forward first, raised her hands, and made a gesture of hugging.

Su Lanqing bent down cooperatively, and took the little girl's soft body into her arms.

The hug was short, and the two of them let go after just a hug.Therefore, Su Lanqing didn't realize that the moment the little girl wrapped her arms around the back of her neck, she buried a little light under her skin.

The little girl let go of him, and smiled with her eyes bent: "Okay...don't give it away anymore, otherwise, I don't guarantee that I will abduct you directly and never let you go again!"

Su Lanqing let her make fun of herself, pursed her lips and smiled without speaking.

They foolishly laughed at each other, and no one was willing to look away first.

In the end, the little girl couldn't take it anymore and laughed out loud: "No, if you look at me like this again, either I can't leave or you can't go back." She thought for a while and smiled, "Well, let's recite How about going, counting to three, and walking together?"

Su Lanqing nodded slightly: "Okay."

So they mounted their horses, turned their backs to each other, and counted at the same time—

"one--"

"two--"

"three!"

After the last one counted, they raised their whips at the same time, their horses neighed, their hooves stamped, and they led their masters towards two different directions.They didn't look back, they just let the tears flood their faces.

Finally, at the moment when he was about to turn the corner, Zhennan Hou Lema stopped and couldn't help but look back. The little girl in red and white horse didn't turn her head back, her heart was as hard as a stone.

But they all knew that she was going to die.A dying person shouldn't have too much soft-heartedness.