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 end quickly without having much impact on Beitang."
After thinking about Yu Wenhao's analysis, everyone thought it was very possible. When they looked at the fire praying, everyone had some respect in their eyes. Since Prince Anfeng could trust 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, and I don’t know whether it is a boy or a girl, or 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, then 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 matter aside at that time, so he would not mention it for now. Later, he would have to inquire with Prince Anfeng about this person's origins.
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, and even the skin color is very similar, but it can still be seen that he is a clay figure.
Qihuo 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?"
Qihuo said calmly: "Because there is human blood, blood is a very yin thing, and some yin people's thoughts will be condensed and attached to it. This is a secret technique. If you don't know, don't you be surprised."
"Secret technique? Are you from the north of Xinjiang?" Fourth Master remembered that the wizards in the north of Xinjiang also had many such secret techniques, among which there was even more witchcraft that could drive away the dead as if they were alive.
Qi Huo looked at the Fourth Master with a warm look on his face and said: "People from the north of Xinjiang are not the only ones in the world who know the secret technique. This head is now in place. I will take the head and leave first. As for how to lay out this game from now on, you can just perfect it yourself."
Qihuo picked up a piece of cloth from the wooden box, wrapped the head, put it on his shoulders, handed over to everyone, and strode away.
It is not difficult to lay out the plan, because killers have been coming these days, and this situation must be set up, because the real sword demon is in the capital, and it is not known whether he is lurking in the dark. It is best to prevent the prince from getting into trouble.
The news about the news will be spread out for a while, but once it is spread, it must be suppressed with all your strength. All you need to do is let the spies in the Northern Desert know.
At this time, Ling Lingyan and Hongye returned to the capital. They returned directly to Prince Chu's Mansion first. After hearing the whole story, Ling Lingyan asked and smiled, "Isn't that easy? Let the Sword Demon come to Prince Chu's Mansion.
Carry out an assassination, and this assassination should be known to everyone."
"It's still not advisable to take risks. If the sword demon really comes, he may not be able to handle it." The fourth master is not full of confidence in his own people now. Especially after seeing the sword demon's Qinggong last night, he knew that this person was a master of the inner family.
Master, if the protection is not good enough, and the prince really asks him to take the head, then Ken will really regret it.
Jing Jingyan, on the other hand, looked confident, "If we can't handle it, we can't handle it. We have to try our best."
Yu Wenhao looked at him and suddenly had a strange guess, "The sword demon said he wanted to find his disciple. You don't happen to be his disciple, right?"
Jing Jingyan picked up a glass of water, gently tapped the edge of the glass with his knuckled fingers, and a smile spread across the corners of his lips, "What happens in the world is such a coincidence, exactly!"
Everyone was shocked. The sword demon that everyone had been worried about for a long time turned out to be Jing Yan's master?
Xu Yi looked at him blankly, "Did the Sword Demon teach you poetry or songs?"
Hongye hadn't spoken since he called in. Now when he heard Xu Yi ask this question, he said calmly: "I'm afraid it's internal energy or martial arts. Master Leng's internal energy is very deep, but flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people!"
Xu shook his head unconsciously, "Impossible. I have known Lord Leng for so many years, but I have never seen his Lu Nei Kung Fu!"
"It shows that Master Leng has hidden deep enough!" Hong Ye looked at Ling Yan and said thoughtfully.
Jingyan's smile was calm and gentle, "Sometimes, being in the limelight is not necessarily a good thing."
Tang Yang said: "This is true. Since the sword demon is Lord Leng's master, it will be easy to handle!"