The string of the kite has been tied to the shaft of the car, and the painting is flying in the air.
The little Taoist didn't dare to look at the tragic battle scenes around him, and covered his face with his two small hands, occasionally peeking at it, his body would tremble slightly in fright.
The curtain of the car had been lifted, and Shang Xingzhou was sitting by the car with his feet on the ground.
If Chen Changsheng were here at this time, he would find that he was really much older than when he was in Luoyang, and his hair was already full of gray hair.
He was holding a fan in his hand, swinging it slowly, his white hair fluttering slightly.
With his eyes closed, he listened to the sound of fighting in the field and the sound of blood splashing into the air, without disgust or intoxication.
He is calm, and everything he does and everyone he meets is a journey before the real end.
He knew very well why the demons would try their best to kill him.
Of course he won't leave.
What he wants is to attract the main force of the demons, and at the same time provide some kind of evidence for the other party.
That was a fog that both sides needed.
He also will not send any information to the Chinese army tent—the more silent the Chinese army tent is, the more the demons want to kill him—under such circumstances, if he dies in the hands of the demons, many soldiers and The priests would have great opinions on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, and the frontline human army might even split.
He knew that Chen Changsheng would be under a lot of pressure, but he didn't care. He couldn't even bear this pressure. What qualifications did he have to be his student
From early morning to autumn, the vanguard of the demon wolf cavalry finally broke through the heavy defense of the Xuanjia heavy cavalry and came to the front of the hill.
However, those bloodthirsty giant wolves who were salivating and panting non-stop were shot to death by thousands of holy light crossbows before they even took a step on the hill.
With the number of holy light crossbows decreasing, such a large number of salvos is already a rare scene on the battlefield.
It can only be said that whether it is Peng Shihai or other generals and soldiers in the East Route Army, they all regard the safety of Shang Xingzhou more than the sky.
All around the hill were dead and wounded.
The human cavalry who surrounded the hill again carried out a simple cleanup. The wounded soldiers who encountered the demons would naturally make up for it, and the injured comrades would be carried up the mountain and temporarily placed on the hillside, waiting for the battle to rest for a while. At that time, the priests of the Li Palace and the teachers and students of the Thirteen Divisions of Qingyao came to treat them. They only hoped that the wounded were still alive at that time.
The soldiers put the wounded on the hillside, said a few words of comfort, and then had to leave.
Of course, they would not forget to knock their heads against the car before leaving.
The little Taoist spread his fingers, revealed his dark eyes, and looked at Shang Xingzhou.
Shang Xingzhou didn't open his eyes, and said, "Don't bother me if it can't be cured."
The little Taoist hummed happily, took out two straw ropes from his sleeves, fastened his wide sleeves around his wrists, and ran up the hillside.
There were wounded soldiers on the slope, so naturally no one stopped him.
It's just that he didn't bring a medicine box, so he didn't know how to treat it.
The next moment, the little Taoist took off the golden needle from his finger and began to stop the bleeding of the wounded soldiers, with an extremely serious expression on his little face.
Moving from one wounded soldier to another, his little face was flushed with heat, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
A wounded soldier was wearing a felt hat that was not common on the battlefield, which covered most of his face, and the exposed part was slightly blue.
Looking at the wounded soldier, the little Taoist scratched his head and said, "Poisoned? I don't know how to cure it."
After saying this, he had no choice but to temporarily give up the wounded soldier and stop the bleeding for the other wounded soldiers first.
After finishing these things, he returned to the front of the car, looked at Shang Xingzhou with a sweet smile, and shouted crisply, "Old Ancestor, I'm back!"
The next moment, the smile on the little Taoist priest's face turned into a weeping appearance, obviously nervous to the extreme, and said a few words silently.
At some point, Shang Xingzhou opened his eyes.
He nodded calmly.
The little Taoist quickly got into the carriage and hid behind him.
Shang Xingzhou looked at the wounded soldiers on the hillside, his eyes followed the little Taoist's fingers on his shoulders, and finally fell on a wounded soldier.
It was the wounded soldier wearing a felt hat with a slightly blue face.
Shang Xingzhou quietly looked at the wounded soldier.
A shallow wrinkle gradually appeared at the corner of his eyes, and was blown gently by the wind, becoming deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, an extremely bright light appeared in his eyes.
Tens of feet away, a crack in space quietly appeared at the throat of the wounded soldier.
Space cracks are the sharpest existences between heaven and earth, they can directly lead to the nether world.
Beads of blood appeared from the blue skin, and then slowly cut open.
The wounded soldier suddenly opened his eyes, and his body sank into the ground like a sugar man submerged in water.
Then the space crack sank into the ground.
The wounded soldier's body turned into a puff of smoke, spilled out of the mud, and diffused towards the hillside.
Shang Xingzhou suddenly closed his eyes.
The giant painting hung in the sky by the kite is the burning of Jialan Temple.
Suddenly, a young Taoist priest appeared in the burning ruins.
The Taoist priest looked British and beautiful, exactly like Shang Xingzhou when he was a child.
He looked at the surrounding fields with extremely sharp eyes, as if he could see all the ghosts.
In the painting, there are more than ten bright rays of light in the clean eyes of the young Taoist priest.
In the car, Shang Xingzhou had more than a dozen deep wrinkles on his face.
Wipe, wipe, wipe!
There were several sharp cutting sounds around the hill.
The space crack gradually annihilated.
The black robe appeared.
The costumes of the Terran cavalry had already been reduced to debris and disappeared with the wind.
There were also many holes in the black robe that had protected him for thousands of years.
Bright red blood flowed from some of the openings.
The legend is true, the black robe is indeed a human being.
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"I didn't expect that I would be successfully attacked by you."
The black robe looked at Shang Xingzhou in the car and said.
His voice pierced through the hood, a little low and a little evil, but at this time he was a little more moved.
As he said, he took great risks today, pretending to be a human cavalry, and came to Shang Xingzhou in order to sneak attack and kill him.
Who would have thought that Shang Xingzhou had seen through his hiding place in advance, and almost killed him in a sneak attack.
"Your student used this trick to kill my student back then, and now you use this trick again. It's really disappointing to repeat it like this."
There was no emotional fluctuation in Shang Xingzhou's voice, it was as indifferent as if the other party was not a demon strategist, nor an old friend.
Naturally, he was talking about more than ten years ago, when the young demon lord disguised himself as a seriously injured formation master and asked Chen Fu and Anhua from the Songshan military mansion to carry him to Xueling to find the owner of Zhushadan.
The black robe said: "The person His Majesty wanted to kill at that time was the late Emperor, and had nothing to do with Chen Changsheng."
Shang Xingzhou said: "No matter what, it's an old trick after all, otherwise why wouldn't even my student be able to hide it from me."
The little Taoist listened carefully behind him, completely unaware of how important this sentence was to him.
In the past two years, many people knew that there was a little Taoist priest in the Luoyang Changchun Temple, who served Shang Xingzhou's knees, and paid great attention to it.
But Shang Xingzhou never made it clear who this little Taoist priest was.
To this day, he said such a sentence in front of the black robe.
What are the benefits of being a student of Shangxingzhou
You only need to know that one of the two students he accepted has become the emperor and the other has become the pope, and that's enough.
The black robe couldn't help but look at the little Taoist priest.
Although his arrangement today is not new, it actually has a great possibility of success. Who would have thought that it would be seen through by a child.
The so-called profound fortune probably means this.