Princess Anfu floated out and quickly brought Zhao Zhengli in.
Zhao Zhengli looked at Chu Li curiously: "Master, can you really rush to the southwest camp right away?"
Chu Li said: "We need a lead to rush to the southwest camp. Let's go back to the capital first and find one of the general's belongings before we can rush there directly. Without a lead, we can't."
After he finished speaking, he pressed one person's shoulder with one hand, disappeared suddenly, and appeared in Ruyi Temple the next moment.
The Ruyi Temple was still quiet, and the two chamberlains were sweeping. They were extremely calm about their sudden appearance. They just bowed together and continued to sweep, indifferent to everything.
Chu Li said: "Anfu, go find something personal to the Southwest General."
"Yes, Master." Princess Anfu agreed without hesitation, turned and left.
Zhao Zhengli asked curiously: "Master, what is the use of General Feng's personal belongings?"
Chu Li said: "Let's see if he can be saved."
"Can we still rescue General Feng?" Zhao Zhengli said in surprise: "The general has been dead for several days."
"How many days?" Chu Li asked.
"It seems to have been seven or eight days, right?" Zhao Zhengli thought for a while and said: "General Feng died. The news was sent by a secret spy. It was transmitted very quickly and could reach the ears of the father in one day. In addition, the news of the death of the father was
The order has been sent to send people to chase him, it should take three or four days, and we will be on the road for another three days, almost seven or eight days."
Chu Li said: "You can still give it a try."
The spiritual energy in this world is abundant and rich, so the soul dissipates slowly. Eighty-nine days should still be there and can be sensed.
"Is it possible to rescue the general?" Zhao Zhengli was refreshed.
Chu Li shook his head: "It depends on his chance and whether his body is still there."
He didn't want to save General Feng, otherwise he would have taken action long ago. In any case, as a general, he must have been stained with too much blood. Saving him would not be a great merit.
He is not a savior and cannot save everyone. Everyone has their own destiny and fate. He cannot control the changes one by one. All he can do is change some people for the sake of merit.
If he changes the fate of others, he will have to bear the pain of being burned by the fire of his karma, which is unavoidable.
"Master, this is General Feng's sword." Princess Anfu came in with a long sword in her hand.
The scabbard was ordinary, and the handle was wrapped with a dark red silk ribbon, faintly exuding a strong bloody aura. In Chu Li's eyes, the aura of blood evil was strong, like a blazing flame.
Chu Li took it and slowly pulled it out.
"Ding..." It was like a dragon roaring, and the sword was as bright as lightning.
Chu Li took a look at it, then flicked it with his fingers, and it made a clear sound again, and it continued.
"It's a good knife." Chu Li nodded.
"This seems to have been given by my father when General Feng was just a guerrilla general." Zhao Zhengli looked at it and nodded: "This is a precious sword. General Feng has always carried it with him and saved his life.
, I didn’t expect that I didn’t bring it with me.”
Chu Li returned the knife to Princess Anfu: "Let's go."
He stretched out his hand to hold the two of them, disappeared into Ruyi Temple, and appeared on a majestic giant peak the next moment.
The wind is strong and the chill is blowing. At the foot of the mountain peak is the endless prairie. The green grass is like a green mat, fresh and moving, and the endless tents on the grassland are like white clouds.
Zhao Zhengli stood on the top of the mountain and could only see the endless tents. He nodded: "This is the Southwest Camp. This peak should be Tianwang Peak."
Princess Anfu frowned and stared at one place: "They are all covered with white curtains. It is true that the general is gone. Fortunately, we arrived in time and this side has not been affected yet. If there is a fight here, it means that the rest of the army has
fall."
Chu Li's eyes fell somewhere in the void, and he titheted: "Amitabha!"
He saw a clear figure in the void, with a sinister aura around him. No external objects could get close to him. He was suspended in the sky above the camp, staring intently at the camp, exuding an aura of melancholy and loneliness.
He had already sensed that this was Nanying General Feng Qilin, and the aura on the sword was the same.
But at this time, Feng Qilin's soul was about to disperse. Once the soul dispersed, only a little spiritual light entered the reincarnation. When the time came, he would have nothing to do. No matter how strong he was, he could not drag any real spirit back from the road of reincarnation.
He originally had no intention of saving people, but when he saw this shadow and felt the melancholy and loneliness, he suddenly changed his mind.
"Master?" Princess Anfu asked doubtfully.
Chu Li said: "Let's go find the general's body!"
"It's not easy to find." Princess Anfu said, "There are so many general tents in the camp, it's hard to tell whether they are genuine or not."
Chu Li smiled, and suddenly disappeared with the two of them on the top of the mountain, and the next moment they appeared in a large tent.
The tent looked plain and simple on the outside, no different from the surrounding tents. There were six people sitting inside, noisily arguing or even fighting with each other. Some were trying to persuade and some were yelling and scolding.
Chu Li and the others suddenly appeared. They were surprised and reacted quickly, unsheathing their swords and surrounding the three. The two people who were originally fighting also reacted the same way, glaring at the three with eager eyes.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince?" A middle-aged stalwart man shouted out loud: "Your Highness the Princess?"
Zhao Zhengli clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Generals, what are you doing?"
Princess Anfu looked at an ice coffin in the center. A handsome middle-aged man was lying on the ice. His face was lifelike, his features were straight, his nose was straight, his mouth was square, and his eyebrows were like swords. He had his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.
She looked at Chu Li: "Master, can it still be done?"
Chu Li opened his jaw.
When he came to the ice coffin, the six of them wanted to stop him, but their bodies were restrained by invisible forces, as if they were tied tightly. They watched Chu Li come to Feng Qilin, and gently tapped his eyebrows with his fingers.
The light circulated faintly, illuminating the tent.
Chu Li retracted his fingers and shook his head.
I was indeed impulsive this time, but seeing Feng Qilin's pure soul, if he was still so concerned about merit, he would look down on himself and go against his own principles.
"Master, can't he be saved?" Princess Anfu looked at him and shook his head and asked hurriedly.
Chu Li said: "You will wake up soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qilin suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes quickly returned to clarity, and the soft breath circulated in his body, quickly driving away the ice and stiffness. He sat up straight, startling six people, who thought it was a fake corpse.
"General?" A rough middle-aged man tried to call carefully.
"Old Tian, how long have I slept?" Feng Qilin said in a deep voice.
The rugged middle-aged man hurriedly said: "General, are you really alive?!"
"Well, I'm back alive!" Feng Qilin hummed: "Stop blabbering, how is the situation outside?"
"Alas..." Lao Tian shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Feng Qilin stood up and Heshi saluted Chu Li: "Master, I can't thank you enough for saving my life!"
He hugged Zhao Zhengli and Princess Anfu again.
Chu Lihe smiled: "This is also the fate of the general. Life should not be cut off."
In fact, Feng Qilin's life should have been doomed a long time ago, but his fate is peculiar, and he can often break out of the shackles of fate and reverse things.
Feng Qilin smiled and shook his head. Then when he turned around, he quickly suppressed his smile and solemnly said: "Upgrade the account!"
"Yes!" The six people clasped their fists and shouted solemnly.