Eight hundred and seventieth chapters sanctification
Outside the Youzhou camp, the appearance of two girls seemed out of place.
But soon, coach Yue Fei personally greeted him.
"Who is Miss Pan?"
After Yue Fei asked, he saw Pan Jinlian. He had seen this girl in Jiangnan. At that time, she was following the Taoist priest. She was still a child. Unexpectedly, she had grown up after not seeing her for several years.
This girl's face is so recognisable, very recognizable.
"General Yue." Pan Jinlian gave a slight blessing and said, "Where are the injured?"
"Please come inside!" Yue Fei led the way in person, so the flow in the military camp was smooth.
Soon, they came to a camp.
In fact, it is difficult to ensure sanitary conditions in areas where the army is stationed, especially the smell of blood and horse manure.
But it was very clean inside, and the air was fragrant. Lying on the bed was a man covered in wounds, wrapped in white bandages, like a silkworm chrysalis.
Pan Jinlian took out a piece of gauze from her bag and placed it between the two of them. Then with a tap of her fingers, a stream of watery power followed the air and wrapped around Xin Qiji's wrist.
Yue Fei watched nervously, walking back and forth on both sides of the gauze from time to time.
Pan Jinlian frowned slightly, glanced upward and said, "How strange, he is already dead."
Yue Fei's face was ashen and he said nothing.
Pan Jinlian immediately said: "But there is still breath and pulse. How strange."
"Is there any way to save it?"
At this time, Zhu Wu said from the side: "Miss Pan, Master gave General Xin a pill of elixir when he was in Qingzhou Mansion."
Pan Jinlian opened her mouth and said, "No wonder."
"How is it?" Yue Fei asked urgently: "Is there any hope?"
Pan Jinlian nodded and said: "The elixir is so powerful. It can still preserve the meridians even if it is like this. The general himself is also very powerful and can survive until now."
There were several cheers in the tent, Yue Fei even punched the pillar hard, and everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
Pan Jinlian's fingertips lit up with a bright white light, and soon a water spirit power enveloped Xin Qiji's body.
Everyone in the tent felt refreshed and comfortable.
Yue Fei showed a look of joy and said to Zhang Xian next to him: "This is the feeling. It was the same feeling when the serious Taoist priests cast spells back then!"
Zhang Xian also said happily: "Jia Xuan is saved!"
Pan Jinlian cast the spell very quickly, but this time it was indeed a bit difficult, and a layer of white sweat appeared on her forehead.
Lin Daiyu took out her handkerchief, wiped it for her, and looked at her fingers curiously.
Finally, on the other side of the gauze, Xin Qiji coughed, and then spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
His body suddenly sat up, his arm naturally made a movement to draw a sword, and he looked around cautiously.
After seeing the people around him clearly, Xin Qiji relaxed.
He did not say any pleasantries, nor did he ask how he came back. He said directly: "I have found out the reality of the enemy's camp. Get a pen and paper quickly!"
Xin Qiji has never been a worldly person, so he rarely considers other people's opinions, but focuses on how to win.
For the sake of the overall situation, he is willing to sacrifice his men, or even his own life, just to see if it is worth it, and he will never give up.
With his temperament, it is destined to be difficult for him to have friends, but he is a qualified commander.
"Hurry and prepare paper and pen." Yue Fei said in a condensed voice.
He was very nervous, Xin Qiji was the key to breaking the situation.
Intelligence is really important to this battle. Now their eyes are completely dark and they can't see anything.
Everyone in the tent was still marveling at the girl's superb medical skills. No one took Xin Qiji's words seriously. Only Yue Fei kept looking at him, his eyes never leaving for a moment.
Yue Fei placed a table on his hospital bed, laid out the paper himself, and ground the ink.
Xin Qiji picked up the pen and started to write directly without any hesitation.
As his pen moved like a dragon and a snake, a layout diagram emerged on the paper, and Yue Fei refused to let go of every detail.
When the formation drawing was finished, Xin Qiji flicked his arm and continued to draw dragons and snakes.
His words flow across the page like flowing clouds and flowing water.
"Huh?" Lin Daiyu exclaimed and raised her finger.
Everyone followed her hand and their eyes were stunned.
I saw that the words on the paper were floating in the air one by one. Xin Qiji continued to write as if he was unknown.
One of the lieutenants wanted to step forward, but Yue Fei reached out to stop him and shook his head slightly.
The more Xin Qiji wrote, the more devoted he became, and the more he wrote, the more selfless he became, each word shining brightly.
His whole body was shrouded in that light, and the wounds all over his body were healing quickly.
"Okay, stop looking." Pan Jinlian dragged Lin Daiyu and walked out.
Xin Qiji's words floated in the air, slowly filling the entire tent, and everyone recited them silently.
This is a tactic that talks about how to defeat the privet people on the opposite side. After reading the mystery, these veteran generals couldn't help but nod their heads.
But as the number of words increases, many of them can no longer read it, and will feel dizzy and nauseous if they continue to read it.
There were still a few people with strong willpower who persisted in reading. After reading three thousand words, there were only five people left in the book: Yue Fei, Zhu Wu, Zhang Xian, Wang Gui, and Yang Zaixing.
By the time he reached the 5,000-word mark, Wang Gui's eyes were bleeding and he couldn't bear it anymore. He stomped out of the tent unwillingly.
When they reached the 6,000-word mark, Yang Zaixing and Zhang Xian supported each other and walked out. Yang Zaixing wanted to hold on for a while, but Zhang Xian had already seen it. If he was left here, he might explode and die soon.
Died.
After a while, Zhu Wu sighed. He glanced at Yue Fei, felt a surge of admiration in his heart, and turned around and walked out.
Outside the account, several people stopped Zhu Wu and asked, "What's going on?"
Although Zhu Wu only read more than 7,000 words this time, he benefited a lot, but the side effects were equally severe. He endured the discomfort in his chest and said: "Just like the Buddhist epiphany or the Confucian knowing, this is the military epiphany."
, is something that can be met but cannot be sought. Xin Jiaxuan is indeed not an ordinary person...
When he was about to die, he persevered with extraordinary perseverance. It turned out that during the time when he was about to die, he had been thinking of ways to defeat the enemy. Coupled with the effectiveness of the elixir, various opportunities contributed to his success.
Sanctification.”
Pan Jinlian nodded and said: "I have seen Buddhist enlightenment, and the one who follows him is the great monk Lu Zhishen of Xinxiangguo Temple."
The faces of the generals outside the account showed clear expressions of admiration and envy.
"If we can defeat the privet and those thieves on the opposite side, our lives will not be in vain." All the generals nodded.
"Ten thousand words equal the military strategy!" A roar erupted from the tent, and one could tell from the voice that it was Xin Qiji.
As he spoke these five words, Xin Qiji officially became a saint.
