Chapter 1077 1077: Confusion between civil and military affairs (6) [Please vote for me]
Kang Shi said loudly: "Your Majesty, I also invite you to fight."
Although it is a bit unethical to say this, I have to say that the opportunity for a scribe to fight is rare in a century. In the past, scribes would end up killing, or they were about to blow the victory horn, charge into battle with the army, and pick up a few heads, which was a lot of fun; Either the building will be at risk, and the situation has reached a point where life is hanging by a thread, and even the precious scribes will have to raise their swords.
Of course, this is a special case.
He never thought that he could be a warrior again in his life.
Even Kang Shi dared to stand out, and others also wanted to join in the fun.
They also knew that Chu Yao and others had spoken out, and the possibility of being allowed to ask for a battle was extremely small, and they still wanted to experience the "fun" of military commanders. The ministers were so warlike, Xun Zhen looked at his colleagues on the left and right, and silently took the step forward The foot that took half a step was taken back.
Jimo Qiu waited for a while and silently added up the numbers.
At this time, Shen Tang's attention was focused on Chu Yao and the others: "Wuhui, Tunan, I know your intentions, but the second battle is crucial. I believe Wu Zhaode's team is at this level, but I don't believe that back then The same will happen to the old ministers of the Wu Kingdom."
There are usually three battles between the two sides. If the overall strength of the two sides is close and they are not sure about each other, they will agree to fight five battles in order to gain a chance to widen the overall gap with the increase in morale. Wu Zhaode and Shen Tang have a tacit understanding to avoid the latter, and as long as three battles are determined Victory or defeat.
The first game is often a test for both sides.
Yu Zi was in a hurry and unexpectedly won.
The pressure is not only on Wu Xian, but also on Lao Dengwenshi. No matter what, the latter will not sit back and watch this game and lose: "... If it is the person sent by Wu Zhaode, I am not worried, but if it is the person who lives forever Where are the people who teach and make offerings?”
As soon as Chu Yao and others heard this, they knew that this matter was not going to work.
It's just that after thinking about it, they couldn't think of a candidate who could definitely win for their side. They couldn't take the initiative themselves, right? Judging from the arrow she just shot, her current force value is severely limited. Wenxin scribes don't have the courage to do so. Warriors are so durable.
"Who does the Lord want to send?"
Shen Tang didn't say anything, just looked at the corner.
Everyone followed her gaze.
Jimo Qiu, who had never been surrounded by so many people at the same time, was a little embarrassed and at a loss. The young man was still a bit childish, and his fair face was flushed with disappointment, but his heart was filled with joy. He stepped forward and said: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I won't call you." disappointment."
Gong Xiqiu also breathed a sigh of relief visible to the naked eye.
As the younger brother, he has always been aware of his elder brother's troubles - as the high priest, Mama does not need the high priest to do anything. Just because Mama has too many loyal, capable and willing ministers, the high priest can The subordinates can do whatever the high priest cannot do, and the subordinates can find ways to do it.
Mama doesn't need a high priest at all.
Not only that, he is quite polite to his brother.
It was this politeness that made my brother anxious and painful.
Only outsiders need to be polite, and domestic people don't need to be polite at all. In theory, the high priest should be closer than domestic people.
The monarch gives his ministers a salary and a high position in exchange for the latter's loyalty. The two are in a superior-subordinate relationship, and the high priest is her vassal. If he is allowed to follow and look up to him, he can be ordered to do everything the minister can do without any additional payment.
cost.
Gong Xiqiu didn't quite understand this.
Maybe that's why he couldn't become high priest?
He doesn't like working for nothing.
In his opinion, things given away for free will not be cherished, and the same is true for others. The eldest brother's support for Bai Ganzhu cannot make Mama pay too much attention to him - Chu Yao, Qishan and Gu Chiji
Which one has no bones? Take me as an example, how many times did he fight with Mama? The injuries she suffered were all caused by herself.
If everyone here is a plate of vegetables, I am a stewed pig's trotters, the meat is fragrant and the bones are hard, and Chu Yao and the others are a plate of crispy bones, which taste crunchy. What about the eldest brother? The eldest brother is a pot of stewed broth.
There are no bones, just say it when chewing it.
Mama doesn't seem to understand this very well.
As the high priest, the eldest brother is naturally in pain.
Now that he is finally put to use, this is really worthy of celebration for the high priest whose lifelong pursuit is dedication and who devotes himself to serving the gods. Gong Xiqiu looked at his elder brother who looked calm and shy on the surface, but in fact his heartbeat was beating two hundred.
Even though she was happy for him, she couldn't help but curl her lips and muttered: "It's like living in the cold palace for a long time, and then someone named me by my name."
From this perspective, it can also be understood.
People who are favored will not think that opportunities are rare.
Shen Tang ordered Jimo Qiu to play the second game.
Gong Xiqiu shouted: "Brother, I will hold it for you."
The "it" in his mouth is the wooden staff. Every high priest has a wooden staff, and the origins of the wooden staff are different. Some are made by the high priest with his own divine power, and some are made from the roots given by the gods. The eldest brother's staff is
I don't know what the situation is.
The old priest was also very precious to his wooden staff.
Gong Xiqiu could only get close contact with him when he was caught and beaten by the old priest. He was not even touched on weekdays. I never thought that my elder brother also had this problem and would not let others touch the wooden staff easily. Gong Xiqiu had wanted to touch him for a long time.
, I have never found a chance to speak. Now that I have a ready reason, the eldest brother can’t refuse, right?
Jimo Qiu did not refuse.
I just didn't forget to tell Gong Xiqiu to be careful about that flower.
Gong Xiqiu took the wooden stick with both hands, and was surprised by the weight. The wooden stick seemed light and light, but he had never expected it to be so heavy. The touch of the stick was not rough like ordinary wood, but had the delicate feel of holding jade.
The moment he touched it, the world Gong Xiqiu saw with his eyes also changed drastically. Countless light spots of different colors filled the world. Everyone had different colors, some were single colors, and some were mixed...
The colors of people like Chu Yao are particularly dazzling.
There is also a line extending from the body, heading in the same direction.
Gong Xiqiu subconsciously looked at Shen Tang's position.
She is clean and colorless.
Gong Xiqiu blinked his eyes, his eyes trembling with trembling eyes as he looked down at Shen Tang's feet. There should have been human feet, but at this moment there were countless intertwined illusory wooden branches. Looking up, Shen Tang saw Tang was wrapped in an extremely familiar shadow.
The phantom was wearing a curtain hat, and through the tulle falling from the curtain hat, a face that was a mixture of compassion and coldness could be vaguely seen. There was a delicate and small print on the forehead, and his hands were hanging on both sides. Gongxi Qiu suddenly remembered something. Have you seen this before? Isn’t this a tribal statue?
The statue of the clan's deity holds hands in clasp, and his eyes are slightly lowered.
The phantom in front of me has its eyes open.
"It" seemed to realize that it was looking at "it", its eyes moved, and an emotionless gaze followed. Gong Xiqiu suddenly lowered his head to avoid "it"'s eyes. Gong Xiqiu's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and he held the wood in his hand. The palm of the stick tightened hard without knowing when.
After a while, Gong Xiqiu cautiously raised his head.
Just meet "it"'s gaze.
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
This phantom did not do anything to him, but nodded slightly in response, and immediately looked away. Gong Xiqiu wanted to ask his elder brother if he knew these things, but the man had already left the formation, so he could only swallow the question. Even if he didn't ask, Gong Xiqiu would probably know the answer. The change of vision starts from holding the wooden stick. As the owner of the wooden stick, how could the eldest brother not know?
"...It's really magical."
Could it be that what we see in front of us is the essence of the world?
However, Gong Xiqiu was not interested in these philosophical questions and just studied the wooden stick by himself. He found that not only could he see different things when holding the wooden stick, but he also had a vague feeling. Red flowers are very special.
Gongxi Qiuqiu went to poke it.
The petals were only slightly larger than the nail of his thumb, and the color was red and eye-catching. It was a very common wild flower on the roadside. For some reason, it grew on the wooden staff used by the high priest to communicate with the gods. Gong Xiqiu did not control his strength well, The flower bends down dramatically.
Gong Xiqiu was startled.
He was afraid that he would accidentally break the flower, so why didn't his brother break it?
Just as he was about to retract his hand, he saw a halo spreading around the little red flower, forming a "mouth" full of white fangs. As soon as he said it, Gong Xiqiu's finger was sucked into the mouth.
It was obviously an insubstantial halo, but Gong Xiqiu was so painful that he almost jumped up on the spot. This was a heart-to-heart connection! Just when he could no longer maintain his cold persona, the phantom that resembled a god's statue lifted up. With a little hand, the little red flower seemed to have seen a terrible natural enemy, and closed the blooming petals with a snap, pretending to be dead.
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
He looked at his intact fingers.
The pain just now seemed to be an illusion.
"what happened?"
Gong Xiqiu looked at the little red flower, his hands trembling again.
"Ouch——"
Got bitten again.
Gong Xiqiu didn't even have time to retract his hand.
The shadow looked over again and stopped.
Gongxiqiu bared his teeth and shook his fingers. He looked at the little red flower with eyes that made him want to uproot it. This time he stretched out his index finger and thumb, preparing to strangle its "throat".
As expected, two fingers were bitten again. Gong Xiqiu relied on Xu Ying's support and was not afraid at all. After going back and forth seven or eight times, Xiao Honghua completely shut down and ignored Gong Xiqiu.
"Huh? Are you angry now?"
The flower raised by the eldest brother has quite a bad temper. Gong Xiqiu secretly thought about getting some fertilizer for it, so that it can grow stronger. The little red flower seemed to know what he was thinking, and its halo lengthened and changed. He turned it into a long and thin whip and whipped the back of his hand hard.
"Why did you hit someone again?"
"Aren't you happy to pour fertilizer on you?"
Gong Xiqiu was beaten to the point where he could hardly hold the stick, and could only move his left and right hands back and forth. To outsiders, it looked like he suddenly suffered from hysteria and went crazy on the spot. Shen Tang paid some attention and came over: "Gong Xiqiu , are you... dancing like a god?"
Gong Xiqiu was also affected by the inversion of civil and military affairs.
As a member of the Gongxi clan, he may not have become a literary scholar, but a temporary high priest? To succeed his brother in dancing?
When Shen Tang spoke, Little Red Flower was as obedient as if she had seen a ghost.
At first glance, it looks like an innocent white lotus.
Gong Xiqiu grinned: "No."
After saying that, he saw a slight smile appear on Xuying's cold and indifferent face, and when he looked at it carefully, it seemed like he had imagined it again.
Shen Tang raised his head and glanced at the sky in confusion.
I don’t understand why Gong Xiqiu keeps staring at my head.
It couldn't be that Kang Jishou had exerted his power, right?
Shen Tang's expression froze when he thought of the dark experiences of those years when shit was coming. He wished he could find someone to hold an umbrella now.
At this time, Jimo Qiu didn't know how many times Gongxi's enemies were in trouble, so he just rode a red horse and rushed out of the formation like a line of fire, raising his hands to turn into weapons. He didn't know how to curse, and naturally he didn't know how to scold and provoke the formation. He just said: " Jimo Qiu, please give me some advice."
Wu Xian, who had just discussed dispatching manpower: "..."
Having experienced the Xiaocheng alliance and the Dragon Slaying Bureau, he was deeply impressed by this face: "Is it Gong Xi Qiu? No, he's not that young..."
Gong Xiqiu's temperament was very aggressive and wild. He wanted to write the words "God's boss, my second brother" on his face to show off, and he did not put anyone except Shen Tang in his eyes. This young general looked much gentler. , at least not as arrogant as him.
Wu Xian has already determined the manpower for the battle.
As Shen Tang expected, this person was brought by the Imperial Preceptor.
only--
"This person, let me come!"
In full view of everyone, a black hand bone suddenly poked out from the ground and grabbed the general who was about to go into battle. This scene was so shocking that the general's heart skipped a beat. When he saw his feet clearly, he knelt down on one knee without hesitation. Shouted: "I've seen the leader!"
Wu Xian was shocked!
Leader?
People who can use this title right now...
Wu Xian's heart sank again and again.
Before that, he had no trace of the leader of the Eternal Life Sect, let alone that he had been hiding underground! As the old voice sounded, the black bones broke out of the ground, and everyone saw the whole picture of the black bones. This skeleton was extremely
It is so wide that even if it is hunched over and the body is not straightened, it is still as high as the shoulders of an ordinary warrior. When it is fully stretched, it will stand out from the crowd.
The black skeleton walked up to the Imperial Master as if there was no one around, and called to the latter: "Uncle, let me come."
The two are actually uncle-nephew.
The Imperial Master said, "Why are you awake now?"
Heigu said: "Hey, I have to meet my old enemy."
The Imperial Master glanced at the red color in front of the formation.
Said: "It's not one of those people back then, it should be the new high priest of the Gongxi clan. I have heard about him before, and I never thought that I would meet him so soon. You haven't fully woken up yet, and you forced yourself out. I really don't think so.
Will it affect your body?"
The flames in the black bone eye sockets jumped a few times.
It seems to be three points more vigorous than before.
"That little impact is nothing."
Hearing that the other party called himself "Jimo", he felt that his empty soul was trembling. He had not had this clear experience for hundreds of years. The imperial master saw that Heigu could not persuade him, so he did not stop him.
"In that case, then you - go and tear him into pieces!"
Hei Gu raised his palm and patted the Imperial Master lightly.
He strode over the heads of the warriors and walked towards Jimo Qiu with long strides. The closer he got, the louder the laughter floating in the air, the clearer and shriller it became. There was only a dark wind coming out of the plains for no reason, and when the two armies heard the wind, it seemed like there were countless lonely souls hiding there.
The shrill wail of a wild ghost.
People with low concentration bent over and vomited on the spot.
As the wind got stronger and stronger, countless black mist gathered towards the black bones, sticking to the surface of each bone layer by layer. Every time it took a step, its flesh and bones became thicker. Until after nine steps, it suddenly turned into a tall statue.
Mighty and wearing black armor, it looked like a ghost general crawling out of the 18th level. It looked at Jimo Qiu quietly and asked: "Jimo Qiu, is he a member of the Gongxi clan?"
Its sound is very strange.
There seemed to be hundreds of male and female voices speaking at the same time.
"yes."
Jimo Qiu responded calmly.
For a moment I didn’t know which face to look at.
Behind him, Gong Xiqiu subconsciously tightened his stick.
Just because he saw that the black bone armor was not a martial armor, but a dense crowd of human faces, both male and female, old and young, all looking at his elder brother with hateful eyes without exception.
I was suddenly reminded that there is another monthly ticket post. There should be two posts in the book review area that can be participated at the same time (monthly ticket posts for the dates of 10-20 and 15-25). The first one has less than fifty places, and the second one still has
