Dayong went to war with Beimo.
Yanmen Pass slaughtered the city, but Shen Lou did not start from Yanmen Pass, but led the army all the way west, turning north from the vicinity of Helan Mountain.
"Those bastards haven't gone far, we should chase straight!" Shen Yingying grabbed the reins of her brother's horse, gnashing her teeth to go straight north.
"Fishing with a curved hook, fishing with a straight hook, you can't chase, niece." Zhu Xingli, who was called by Shen Lou to study witchcraft, sat lazily on the Spring Scar sword floating in the air, shaking his head.
To the north, the road is rugged and mountainous. Since the barbarians dared to goug their eyes so arrogantly, they were not afraid of the Northern Territory Army chasing after them. It was obviously a straight hook.
"Are these human eyes related to devouring spirits?" Shen Lou asked Zhu Xingli.
"Nine out of ten," Zhu Xingli fished out an eyeball that was missed by the barbarians from the mud, washed it clean, and looked carefully at the sunlight, "The white pearl in the middle of the spirit-eating talisman may be a human eyeball. The eyeball is The thing that gathers spirits is the easiest part of the human body to refine. It is rumored that in ancient times, there were demons who used 999 eyeballs to make a thousand-eyed million-phase array, and the internal force was superimposed by thousands of magic arrays. Once people go in, they can't come out again."
The bandits of the Shen family didn't like to listen to Taishi Zhu's lectures on miscellaneous studies. Shen Lou thanked Zhu Xingli, and then went to reorganize the army, leaving a hundred Northern Territory Army to deal with the aftermath in Guangwu City, and the rest immediately left the camp.
The Helan Mountain area is the junction of several tribes in Beimo. Although He Ruo unified the tribes, the nobles of each tribe had their own plans, and the defenses at these junctions were very weak. In the previous life, Shen Lou took this path and almost broke the Beimo royal court. It's just that the imperial court's supply did not keep up with it, the army was in trouble, and Shen Lou was conspired to devour the spirit.
As soon as war was declared, the fight began, and the army was in full swing, with frequent success stories. Wen Shilan had no time to continue the sword competition in the southern region, and returned to the northern desert ahead of schedule.
"Since you have returned to the Lin family, your father's ashes should be buried in the ancestral grave." Lin Yedan frowned, looking at the white porcelain jar tied with a red string in Lin Xin's hand.
"When did the Marquis say he wanted to admit to the Lin family?" Lin Xin raised his eyebrows.
Lin Yedan's face darkened immediately.
"Uncle's affairs should be discussed with the son. I have to trouble my father to write the report to the court quickly." Lin Qu sent his father away calmly, and looked at Lin Xin with a gentle smile.
Just now he said that he was also from the Lin family, but now he regretted it. Lin Xin didn't feel embarrassed at all, "My mother's ashes are still in the hands of the barbarians. When I find them, I will bury them together back to Luqi Terrace. Your Lin family The scholarly fragrance has been handed down from generation to generation, so she is not allowed to pass through the door, and she is definitely not allowed to enter the ancestral grave, so don't say anything if it is useless."
"Uncle has established his own family, so he should have been buried in Luqi Terrace. It's just that Luqi Terrace has not been repaired yet. If you can trust me as a brother, you should temporarily store uncle's ashes in the Treading Snow House until your aunt's ashes are found." What Lin Qu said was always just right, making it impossible to refute.
There is still a tough battle to be fought, and there is really no time to go back to Luqi Terrace to bury his father. Lin Xin thought for a while, then left the ashes in the Eastern Region, and went to the Southern Region alone.
Although my uncle can beat Wen Shilan, he still needs to be reminded about the spirit devouring so that he can take precautions early.
Among the black horns, there was also a spirit-eating talisman, which was burned on the spot, leaving only an empty horn. Even the report to the emperor was sent to Yongdu.
The spring is over, and His Royal Highness, who has been busy for a long time, finally has time to eat mandarin fish in his palace. The peach blossoms are blooming and falling, which is a good time for mandarin fish to be plump. Feng Zhong ordered a lot of mandarin fish early on, and wanted to wait for Lin Xin to come back to eat together, but that guy didn't return, so he couldn't help himself and ate first.
"Report to the lord, Yuan Aren Liu is asking to see you." The guards of the palace came to report.
Lin Xin's Yuan'a Jiuren usually followed Hou Luhou as a background to frighten people, and was occasionally used to deliver news. Ordinary people could not remember their appearance. But as long as you see that peacock green brocade robe, you won't admit your mistake.
"Tell him to come in." Feng Zhong didn't have the spirit of "Duke Zhou spitting out his food", he ate and waited without looking up.
"See His Royal Highness, Lord Hou asked his subordinates to bring you a letter," Ren Liu knelt on the ground, holding a letter and a horn in both hands, "This thing is left by Wen Shilan, Lord Hou, please give me a letter." And dedicated it to the emperor."
Feng Chong ate the last piece of fish, and then looked up at Ren Liu. He didn't get up to pick up the things, but slowly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, "When will you return to Beijing?"
"My subordinates don't know." Ren Liu maintained the posture of lifting something, and looked up at Feng Zhong.
"Well," Feng nodded his head, stood up slowly, and suddenly drew his sword, "Take him down!"
Several guards rushed out from the corner in an instant and pressed Ren Liu to the ground. Feng Zhong picked the bull's horns with the tip of his sword, "Tell me, who ordered you to pretend to be Ren Liu?"
"Blade Six" looked suspicious.
Feng Zhong sneered, revealing a small dimple on one side. It didn't seem very scary, so I had to give up, lowered the corners of my mouth, and patted the man's face with the tip of the sword, "You do have a certain resemblance to Ren Liu, but it's only five points in shape, is this king blind? "
He has never forgotten books and human faces since he was a child. Those who have seen it once will not admit their mistakes.
Feng Zhong packed the letter and horns in a camphorwood box and took them to Emperor Yuan Shuo, and told him that someone pretending to be Ren Liu had delivered the letter and horns to him, but believed that he did not open them, and asked his father to make a decision.
At this time, Emperor Yuan Shuo granted Zhuo Yi the title, and was looking through the letters and horns from the Eastern Region. One can imagine what it would be like if Feng Chongxin believed that False Blade Six and took the horn to claim credit.
"The man coaxed his sons and ministers to present this object to the emperor. Please don't touch it to prevent fraud." Feng Zhong asked the guards to carry the camphor wood box, and he was not allowed to get close to the dragon chair.
Feng Zhuoyi looked at the prince standing aside with a cold expression. This kind of useless thing, but it can make him hate the King of England, obviously has something to do with the prince.
The prince looked calm, "It's really strange to be able to know in advance what the East Territory is offering. Why don't you bring that person up and ask him clearly."
This is a face-to-face confrontation, and Feng Zhong feels that something is wrong.
The fake blade six tied up with five flowers was brought in front of the emperor, and he knelt on the ground trembling, his face turned pale because of fright.
Feng Zhong looked at the prince and saw that he took a step back suddenly, with his body against the Panlong pillar, as if he had seen a ghost, his face was full of shock: "You..."
"Prince, do you recognize him?" Emperor Yuan Shuo asked sullenly, frowning.
Fake Blade Six, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly twitched, and let out a low "ho ho" sound from his throat.
Between the fire and light stones, Feng Zhong jumped up, and retreated rapidly with the power of the spirit sword. The fake blade six suddenly exploded, the skin all over his body swelled, and it exploded with a "bang", blood spattered on Emperor Yuan Shuo and the two imperial guards.
The prince who hid behind the pillar in time was unscathed.
"Guard, guard!" Feng Zhuoyi suddenly yelled in horror, the two guards quickly pulled out their spirit swords, and were about to arouse Lu Li, but their legs and feet softened, and they both knelt down on the ground, spurting blood. This is a sign that the spirit veins are sealed!
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Emperor: Who am I and where am I
Chongchong: You have been tricked, Dad!
Emperor: Come and escort us!
Chongchong: I can’t protect myself, wait until I eat a fish and calm down