Xu Yi was startled and said: "Isn't that all the work was in vain?"
Yu Wenhao thought for a while and slowly shook his head, "It won't be in vain. I believe that Prince Anfeng means to let me secretly carry weapons to the battlefield, kill them by surprise, and disrupt their position first. Because of this
At that time, the eyes of the people of the Northern Desert will all focus on the main force, preparing for the war with all their strength, and will not guard against others. Moreover, they think that if I die, the Northern Tang Dynasty will definitely be in chaos, and it will cause the princes who went to war to be thinking about it.
On the battlefield, the most taboo thing is for military commanders to be disengaged. Under such suspicion, they will concentrate their forces to invade in large numbers and launch a quick attack. Once a quick attack is launched, they will be eager to win and leave no way out. Our
Once the weapons are in place, they can be wiped out in one fell swoop. In this way, the war can be ended quickly without having much impact on the Northern Tang Dynasty."
After thinking about Yu Wenhao's analysis, everyone thought it was very possible. When they looked at the fire praying, everyone had a sense of respect in their eyes. Since Prince Anfeng could entrust him to come here, he must be very capable.
Needless to say, everyone has seen martial arts, and now everyone is looking forward to what it will look like when the head is burned.
Qihuo was not very interested in the current situation and did not comment. He turned to Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao and said sincerely: "If this matter comes to pass, are you willing to give me the child in your belly to be my disciple?"
Son? I have calculated that she and I have a deep fate, and we are destined to be masters and disciples in this life."
Yu Wenhao said: "How about we wait until the baby is born to make plans for this matter?"
Qihuo smiled and said, "Of course you can. This child has a fate with me. Even if you don't allow it, she will choose to be my disciple."
After Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao heard this, they both felt a little strange. They had heard of marrying a baby, but never heard of booking a disciple. To recruit a disciple, you usually have to see the qualifications first.
The child has not even been born, I don’t know whether it is a boy or a girl, I don’t know whether it is smart or stupid, how can I accept him as a disciple?
Yu Wenhao thought in his heart that although this man tried to be humble and polite, he could occasionally be seen showing arrogance, which showed that he had a somewhat repressed nature. If this baby was a girl, it would be the apple of his eye.
How can I let her go to learn martial arts? The hardest thing in the world is to practice martial arts.
He thought that he would find a way to put this aside at that time, so he would not mention it for now. He would have to inquire with Prince Anfeng about this person's origins later.
Yu Wenhao arranged for him to stay, and the fourth master also stayed in the house for the time being, and said nothing for the whole night.
When he got up the next day, Tang Yang came to report that the head had been burned.
Yu Wenhao ordered the Fourth Master and Qihuo to go to the side hall, closed the door, and Tang Yang took out the human head from the wooden box and placed it on the table.
When everyone saw this, they were all shocked. When they saw each other yesterday, they were not so similar. How could they be so similar?
The eyebrows, nose, lips, ears, except for the lack of hair, are exactly the same as Yu Wenhao. Even the skin color is very similar, but it can still be seen that he is a clay figure.
Qi Huo asked Yu Wenhao to drop blood on the Tianling Cap of the human head. Yu Wenhao was shocked, took out a dagger, cut his finger, and dropped a few drops of blood on the Tianling Cap.
The blood slowly blended in. Under everyone's gaze, the head gradually changed color. It was slightly redder and darker than Yu Wenhao's skin color, but the texture of the skin slowly unfolded, and then quickly dried up.
It seemed that he had been dead for several days, and there was a smell of blood and putrid smell. The broken position of his neck was very neat, and there was some red and black appearance, as if blood had coagulated there.
Because it was so similar, Yuan Qingling felt uncomfortable looking at the head.
Fourth Master murmured: "This is impossible. Why does this clay sculpture of a human head look like a real human head after dripping blood?"