Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Three: Poor Daoist, Let Zuo Di be Difficult
Whoosh!
A blue cheetah that seemed to be made of gemstones had four claws flying in the air, running quickly in the air. On the saddle on its back, a handsome Taoist priest in white was looking helplessly at a hand-painted copy in his hand.
map.
"It's strange. Isn't Shuzhou clearly located directly south of Luzhou? Why did Pindao run away for a long time and now he's in Quzhou!"
A certain little kitten lying lazily on Kong Qing's shoulder rolled her eyes at him and said in a sweet voice.
"Ouch!"
"What, you said Shuzhou is southwest of Luzhou on the map, not the south?"
Kong Qing picked up the map in his hand and drew it carefully.
"Isn't this the true south? The so-called up north and down south, this is not the straight and straight down..."
The little cat opened its mouth and yawned.
"Ouch!"
"What, you said that Pindao can't read a map... Are you kidding me? When Pindao was in school, he was nicknamed the Little Prince of Geography. Reading a map is just basic..."
Before Kong Qing finished speaking, the little milk cat had already stretched out his little paw and pointed towards a city below.
"Ouch, ow!"
"You said that Xuancheng is below, and now we are heading directly to Shuzhou to the west, right?"
Kong Qing sat on the back of the Sapphire Cheetah, squinted his eyes and looked at the gatehouse of the city below, then looked at the map in his hand, and silently shook the Sapphire Cheetah's reins with his hand.
The next moment, the Sapphire Cheetah immediately changed its direction.
"So, this kind of hand-drawn map is unreliable..."
Kong Qing put the map in his hand into the demon refining pot with a calm expression.
"No wonder Li Jing and the others use guides when fighting. They hope that this kind of map can really trick people to death."
The little cat rolled its eyes at Kong Qing again.
well!
This human is so stupid. He can't even figure out something as simple as looking at a map to find the way, and yet he still blames the map.
…
On the bank of the Yangtze River not far from Shuzhou, Fugong's men and horses were confronting the Tang army across the river. There were numerous camps and clear flags.
In the Chinese military tent on the Tangying side, a middle-aged man in his thirties, slightly fat and with a short beard was sitting on the main seat of the handsome tent, stroking his beard with his hand, his face a little gloomy.
The weather is uncertain.
Under his command, a dark-faced general was standing in the camp, arguing fiercely with a handsome middle-aged man.
"The defenses of Feng Huiliang and others on the river bank are too tight. In addition, the opponent has locked the river, blocking the possibility of our navy to assist in the battle. The warlock is also very difficult to deal with. If we directly confront him, he will definitely suffer heavy losses, so a certain
We feel that we should avoid its edge, aim directly at Danyang, and cover up Fugong Er's lair. As long as our army breaks through Danyang, Feng Huiliang and others will naturally surrender without a fight."
"General Manager Quan..."
The middle-aged handsome guy said very calmly.
"Danyang is a stone city and it is very dangerous. What should we do if our army is frustrated under the fortified city and Feng Huiliang and the others cut off our army's food route from behind?"
"impossible!"
The dark-faced general waved his hand nonchalantly and answered directly.
"Feng Huiliang and others have brought out all the troops of Fugong Er, who are right opposite us. Danyang City must be empty now. As long as we are unexpected, we can definitely attack them with one blow."
"nonsense!"
After hearing what the other party said, a look of anger flashed in the eyes of a certain middle-aged handsome guy, and he retorted directly.
"Mr. Quan, haven't you heard of the saying that Danyang's elite soldiers are the best in the world? Fu Gong'er is cautious, how could he let Feng Huiliang and others bring out all his troops, so his Chinese army must be in Jianghuai
The most elite Danyang soldiers in the army, Commander Quan, it's easy for you to strike down with one blow, but if you can't strike down with one blow, then we will be attacked from both sides!"
"Ambassador Li, you really think too highly of Fu Gong'er..."
Another burly general stood up and said to the handsome middle-aged man.
"Before he served as Duke Er, he could only fight bad battles. As soon as the army arrived at Danyang City, he might be flustered and escape first."
"Chief Zuo, you are also old from fighting..."
The handsome middle-aged man stared at the burly general, raised his eyebrows, and spoke without giving an inch.
"You should know the principle of thinking about defeat before you win. How can you put your hope for victory in the opponent's abandonment of the city and flee?"
"..."
Looking at the quarreling generals below, the slightly fat middle-aged man sitting in the main seat also had a tangled look on his face. I felt that what this person said made sense, and what that person said was also right. After thinking about it,
Can't make up my mind.
"This won't work, that won't work either..."
After seeing that he couldn't argue with the middle-aged handsome guy, the dark-faced general, Quan Wendan, the deputy commander of the march, simply showed his hands and simply threw the question to the middle-aged handsome guy.
"In your opinion, Ambassador Li, what should I do?"
"From a certain point of view..."
The handsome middle-aged man clenched his fist and said with determination.
"Assault Dangtu and defeat Feng Huiliang, the situation in Jianghuai will be broken soon!"
"joke……"
The black-faced Quan Wendan sneered.
"Feng Huiliang, Chen Zhengtong and others have already arranged their defenses. How many people will die if we just hit them like this?"
"No matter how hard you die!"
The handsome middle-aged man answered without hesitation.
"Someone once said to a certain person that the brave will win in a narrow road. Now that a certain person is riding a horse on a narrow road and the boat reaches the middle of the river, there is only one way to go."
"Ambassador Li, you put it lightly..."
Zuo Nandang, the governor of Youzhou, stood up and said sarcastically.
"When we are desperately attacking Dangtu, if the warlock named Hou Yuan from Queyue City takes the opportunity to send troops to attack us, what should we do?"
After hearing what Zuo Nandang said, the handsome middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and then said.
"The only thing we can do is divide our forces and refuse!"
"hehe……"
Zuo Nandang sneered.
"If you use your strategy, Ambassador Li, how many people from our army will drown, not to mention death in battle?"
The handsome middle-aged man was silent for a moment and did not answer.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below.
"It would be great if the Taishi Bureau could come forward and send people to kill Hou Yuan, the warlock in Queyue City."
"impossible!"
Quan Wendan, deputy general manager of the march, shook his head.
"Due to the suppression of dragon energy, it is customary for the Taishi Bureau not to participate in the dragon fight. I'm afraid we still have to deal with this warlock ourselves..."
Before he could finish his words, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps coming from outside the tent, and then saw a sergeant speaking loudly outside the door.
"Informing the king of the county, a Taoist priest in white came outside the camp gate. He said that he was Qingwei, the supervisor of the Taishi Bureau, and he was here for reinforcements on orders!"
Whoosh!
After hearing these words, the fat middle-aged man sitting at the main seat stood up instantly.
"Please!"
A quarter of an hour later, Kong Qing walked in from the outside with the little milk cat on his shoulder, a white jade whisk in his hand, and a lofty pose. After throwing out a few identification skills, he gave a slight look to the fat middle-aged man.
bow.
"Qing Weizi, the supervisor of the Taishi Bureau, has met Prince Zhao!"
Before Li Xiaogong could speak, Zuo Nandang, the governor of Youzhou standing aside, had already expressed disappointment.
"Why is there such a young pretty face? Is there no one in the Taishi Bureau?"
Kong Qing glanced at him silently and threw an appraisal skill.
oh!
What is this guy's name...Zuo Nandang, this name is really...what is he Nandang?
"General Manager Zuo, don't judge people by their appearance,"
The handsome middle-aged guy on the side quickly stood up and explained to the people present.
"Although Qingwei looks young, he has advanced cultivation. He is not only the youngest master of the Neidan Sect, but also the successor of Qingxiazi, the Taishi Ling, and a true among the gods."
“Ambassador Li is so complimentary!”
Kong Qing smiled and raised his hands to salute the handsome middle-aged man.
"I am not even an earthly immortal now, how can I be called a god..."
"hehe!"
That Zuo Nandang laughed again.
"The pretty boy is quite self-aware..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Kong Qing tapping his face with the white jade whisk in his hand, and then said.
"In another ten years, Ambassador Li, please call Pindao this way again!"
"..."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, all the people present felt choked and looked at the handsome Taoist priest in white with strange expressions.
The military tent became silent instantly!
"Hahahaha... Qingwei, you are indeed as witty as the rumors say."
At this awkward moment, Prince Zhao Li Xiaogong suddenly burst into laughter. While laughing, he stepped forward and grabbed Kong Qing's hand affectionately.
"Although you have never met Gu and Qingwei, in the past few months, your name has been very familiar to Gu."
"It must be like thunder, after all, you can tell big words!"
Before Kong Qing could speak, a certain governor named Zuo muttered behind him.
Kong Qing raised his eyebrows silently.
Now Pindao knows what is so difficult about this Zuo Nandang...he just lacks the beatings from society!
At this moment, Kong Qing heard Li Xiaogong deliberately lowering his voice and whispering.
"Erlang told Qingwei more than a month ago that you are a banished immortal who descended to the earth. You are born sacred and are favored by our distant ancestors. When we see you today, you are indeed extraordinary!"
"Well!"
After hearing Li Xiaogong's words, Kong Qing was stunned for a moment.
It turns out that Li Xiaogong, you and Li Er have colluded together so early! No wonder you will be ranked second among the heroes of Lingyan Pavilion in the future.
"King Zhaojun praised him so much,"
Kong Qing clasped his hands in his fists, bowed slightly to Li Xiaogong, and took advantage of the situation to avoid the opponent's hand that was grabbing him.
"You can't take it seriously!"
Just as Kong Qing bowed, a ring set with a blue gemstone on his hand shone slightly.
A whirlwind emerged from the ground and directly swept up a burly governor of Youzhou who was standing behind him.
"ah!"
The incident happened suddenly. Zuo Nandang only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he was already flying. He couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and at the same time, he subconsciously wanted to struggle.
But no matter how he stretched his arms and legs, it was of no use. He was still swept higher and higher by the whirlwind.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Li Xiaogong's hand that he stretched out to pull Kong Qing stopped in mid-air.
Is this the gentle and jade-like banished immortal Erlang told Gu?