The dappled sunlight swayed gently with the leaves, swaying back and forth on the people sitting in meditation.
Chen Yuan put his hands on his chin and propped them on his splayed knees. In his eyes, a group of puppets were commanded by Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong. They flew and jumped through the forest. They rushed to the old cow's back quickly and silently, and were then
A monkey is usually shaken by an old cow and its hooves are knocked out.
'It stands to reason that torture by the underworld will inevitably lead to the whole story, and there is no need for Master Ba to hide it, unless these people really don't know who the people who sent them are, just like the big boss behind the scenes who commanded by remote control in some later movies and TV shows.'
'...These people are like people recruited from all over the world to do these things. That person is afraid that others will know the secrets of the Demon Cave... It may make sense that there is no sect title.'
'But being harassed by them all the time is not a solution. There are also several groups of people who are still trying to find out the information that they are still interrogating. When the man went back yesterday, he must have informed his companions of the matter. Maybe he will come here?'
Seeing the noisy scene in his field of vision, Chen Yuan held her chin, her head hurt from thinking about it. She wanted to call the second master and the others, but they were busy practicing eighty puppets, not to mention that in this kind of situation where the enemy is in darkness and we are in the dark, they
It may not give a better opinion.
"It seems that the story of preparing counselors is enough... Jiang Taigong? No... I guess he has a divine status and is not in the Hall of Heroes. I don't know many of them... Then write two operas for Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu first...
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After making up her mind, Chen Yuan took out the usual pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the carriage, went to the mountain stream to get a bag of water, and then started the story of the two of them in the thatched cottage, "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage" and "Conversations with Confucian Confucians".
"Scolding Wang Lang in Front of the Battle", as well as the latter's "Burning Red Cliff" and "Zhou Yu Strikes Huang Gai".
I can only remember a rough outline of the story, and I can’t expect Chen Yuan to write it down exactly as it is, unless he personally asks the two of them to revise it later. But at that time, I guess Chen Yuan can re-arrange a piece, such as Zhou Yu’s "Fire Demon Mountain"
such as.
"about there."
After writing a few pieces of paper eloquently, Chen Yuan blew the wet ink on it and hung them one by one under the eaves of the thatched cottage to dry. At this time, the sun was setting, and when the generals over there had finished their work,
After leading the army to fight against Lao Niu's addiction, he discussed with them how to deal with it.
The Zhang Fei puppet sat on a small stone, wearing a thick beard and clapping his legs.
"The enemy is hidden and we are clear. If we are looking for trouble, it is better to let them come!"
Guan Yu, who was sitting with a big horse and a golden sword beside him, closed his eyes, nodded, and stroked his beard, "There is nothing to discuss. Guan thinks Yide's words are feasible."
The other puppets, such as Qin Qiong, Yuchi Gong, and Lu Bu, did not speak. Some touched the halberd, and some whispered to each other. Chen Yuan looked at them, and then thought about it, and there was really nothing to discuss. The initiative rested with the other party.
, then we can only lay traps to counterattack.
After thinking about it, he told them how to arrange it, and discussed how to deal with it. He kept saying that the white porridge in the iron pot was burnt before giving up.
After eating a few random bites, Chen Yuan pulled the carriage to the side of the thatched cottage. There were puppets hidden in the carriage and in the thatched cottage. Even the master was designated by him to pick out a few big trees and pick one.
Kill them from above.
The old cow munched on the grass and leisurely watched the owner and a bunch of puppets busy around, and even found it funny. Then... Chen Yuan pinched his ears and took him to the fire that had just been raised to crawl down.
"When necessary, it can also be used to block the first gear."
Hearing these words, Lao Niu trembled all over.
The sky was gradually getting darker, everything was arranged properly, and Chen Yuan was ready to use the art of maintaining the knot with the dark wood at any time. Who knew whether the other party would suddenly make a sneak attack.
The night was quiet, and insects were chirping in the grass. Chen Yuan played with the sparks and carefully observed the wind and grass around him. The weeds and shrubs around him, and the puppets on the branches were all lurking.
The crazy old man sat on a branch, leaning against the trunk of the tree, constantly waving his hands to drive away the buzzing mosquitoes. Occasionally, he even yawned for a long time. If not for his disciple's instructions, he would have gone to sleep long ago.
Time gradually passed, the burning bonfire became smaller and smaller, and finally it extinguished and smoke rose. Chen Yuan sat in front of the fire and was awakened by the cold morning wind. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a warm red sun in the eastern sky.
Nothing happened overnight.
"Do those people know about my arrangement?" According to a previous contact, Chen Yuan had a general understanding of the character of this group of people, and their methods were mostly vicious and sinister. It was almost impossible for someone with such a temper to give up.
Uh...why do I feel like I'm talking about myself...
Over there, the Guan, Zhang and other puppets in the grass also came back one by one. When Qin Qiong called the puppets back to the car to wait, Guan Yu came to him riding a red rabbit pony.
"How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?"
Lu Bu also rode a rouge horse and approached, snorting coldly: "It's better to lure the enemy deeper."
"Who is going?" Zhang Fei shouted at the top of his voice, and then he saw Guan Yu, Lu Bu, and Yuchi Gong all looking over, waving their snake spears and turning their heads away: "Why should I go?"
"You are very powerful at scolding!" Lu Bu replied casually.
"Slave with three surnames!"
Lu Bu raised his halberd and pointed it at Zhang Fei, who was staring with big eyes, and sneered at everyone: "Look, isn't it?!"
The noise started again early in the morning, which made Chen Yuan laugh and wave his hand at them, "It is still not advisable to lure the enemy. Have you forgotten that you are no longer the heroic body you used to be? If we run like this, anyone with a discerning eye will be surprised. We can see the flaw, and where can we lure the enemy?"
This really stumped a few heroes. This was completely different from leading troops in battle during his lifetime. The enemies were all monks who came and went, and they probably had weird magic tricks to distinguish the true from the false.
Just like the barbarian priests before, they could know who killed their cavalry through divination.
Chen Yuan was silent for a moment. The second master was right. If he could guard against thieves for a thousand days, there would be no need to do anything. He would just wait for them here.
It's better to do what needs to be done. Over there in the Demon's Cave, the Tianshi Mansion, the Juling Mansion, and the Lihuo Sect are also joining forces, and it will be difficult for them to have the energy to spend time with me.
'Then what is the right thing to do?'
Chen Yuan looked at the white clouds floating in the sky, remembered what he said to Taoist Mingguang when he left Luodu, slapped his knees, and called everyone to get on the bus.
"I haven't been to the northwest desert yet. It's already autumn now. If we don't kill a few of them, they will have to go back to spend the winter."
He gathered the operas hanging to dry under the thatched cottage, folded them and wrapped them. With a thought, an eagle flew out of the carriage and grabbed the opera stories directly from Chen Yuan's hands. His wings fluttered and he let out a long eagle cry and rushed towards the blue sky. Sky.
"Master! Let's go!"
The old cow pulled the carriage over, and Chen Yuan called out to the other side of the woods. The tree cage shook, and with a thud, a ball of body fell down. Chen Yuan was so frightened that he hurried forward, but before he could help him, the crazy old man's head He held a circle of branches on his head and looked around.
"Finished? Hey, why don't you call me a teacher?!"
"None of them are here. Those people may have learned wisely." Chen Yuan smiled and helped his master into the car. The latter hurriedly leaned out half of his body and pointed to the campfire, "Pot, don't forget to take the pot away.
What shall we eat?"
In the voice of the old man whirring, the green cow let out a "moo". When the iron pot was summoned by the owner, he walked slowly towards the road down the mountain with his hooves. In the carriage, Zhang Fei and Lu Bu were separated by the endless window in the middle.
Gu Mu continued to curse with each other.
While driving the old cow, Chen Yuan read "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" with great enthusiasm, and walked slowly westward along the official road. Unknowingly, more than half a day passed. When he got hungry along the way, he leaned on the fat
The Taoist taught me to find some wild grasses in the woods and mix them with millet to cook a pot of vegetable porridge.
I sprinkled some fine salt on it, but it's still not as delicious as Sun Zhengde's.
"It really depends on talent..."
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
At this time, the sound of the Buddha's name came, interrupting Chen Yuan's fun of cooking porridge. Together with his master, he looked at the road he came from. A monk in light gray robes came on foot against the glow.
When the other party approached, he saw a stern face and a divine light in his eyes, which made Chen Yuan couldn't help but praise: "What an ascetic monk."
The monk seemed to have heard it, and turned his face coldly, but he remained polite and bowed slightly.
"Donor, little monk Zhenhai, can I ask for alms from you?"