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In the next few days, Lu Chai looked for opportunities to go to the puzzle formation that had already begun work, and took daily progress and formation into his mind. After returning to the camp, he drew a prototype on the ground, holding a small stick in his hand. With a focused expression, he will wipe it off quickly only when he hears the footsteps of others coming from outside the account.

Zhang Mao said: "Are you there?"

Lu Zhui opened the curtain: "Why is Master here?"

"Only you?" Zhang Mao probed, his eyes swept around.

"My eldest brother went to Namur's big tent." Lu Zhui turned sideways to let him in, "Master is looking for something to do with him?"

"I just want to ask, what plans the two of you have in the future." Zhang Mao said, "We can't wait until everyone has finished building this stone city before making the next move."

Lu Zhui said, "I really have to wait until the maze is completed before we can have a next step."

Zhang Mao frowned upon hearing this, and he felt more suspicious and distrustful. Any fool can guess that this stone city will be used to deal with the soldiers of Da Chu in the future. Xilan Kingdom will not hesitate to pretend to be a ghost and will also come to labor. This is a lot of work, and the purpose behind it must be not simple. It is a threat to the Chu army. It goes without saying. He originally thought that the two brothers would devise it to destroy it, but unexpectedly looking at this posture, he actually intended to let it go?

"I have a plan, but I can't tell Master at this time." Lu Chase said.

Zhang Mao is dissatisfied: "Why?"

"Because the matter is of great importance, and the relationship between me and the master is not known." Lu Zhui said, "If this is just my personal matter, it is fine to say it, but if this matter concerns Da Chu soldiers, then I have to Be careful."

Zhang Maowen said in a voice: "Really because of this reason?"

"What?" Lu Chai said, "Master can't believe me?"

"When you come along this way, you have been persuading me to do things for Yelvxing with peace of mind." Zhang Mao said, "It doesn't matter if you can't fight back, but you still have to build this stone city for him. I didn't see any opposition. Chu is half-hearted, but it has given Xilan a lot of convenience."

Lu Chai laughed blankly: "So Master suspected me for that?"

Zhang Mao did not speak, but it was obviously his default attitude.

"Even without me, even if the people are restless and uncooperative, does Master think that this Stone City can no longer be repaired?" Lu Chai shook his head, "Wrong, if the people don't behave well at this time, they will only endure more hardship, once. There may be two resistances, but when there are more people who die in the hands of the silver sword samurai, will anyone come out again? At that time, Namur will also get a large number of obedient slaves-that is a real slave. There is no hope in my heart, nor do I feel that someone will come to rescue them, I only know that the walking dead are like coolies."

Zhang Mao was speechless and said, "I can't tell you."

Lu Zhui said: "I don't want to persuade someone by force. I just list all the pros and cons. Master is a man who understands, so he can naturally figure out the truth in the middle. If I have treason, such bitterness will not allow me to gain more It's so good, and if I don't collude with the enemy, why can't Master listen to me at ease?"

Zhang Mao sighed, "It's fine, so be it."

Lu Zhui smiled and said, "That's it?"

"I still listen to you." Zhang Mao stood up, "put the stone piles up first!"

Lu Chai gave his hand: "Thank you, Master."

Zhang Mao bent down and got out of the big tent. He walked like a storm without turning his head back, still looking a little uneasy in his heart. Lu Zhui secretly sighed in relief, and looked at the other end with some worry. The ornate curtain hanging on it was Namur's main account.

Xiao Lan said righteously: "Only these huge stone pillars can annihilate Chu's army?"

"Why, don't you believe it?" Namur asked.

Xiao Lan said: "To tell the truth, I really don't believe it."

Namur laughed and said, "I didn't see it, but it's not your fault. When the two armies fight in the future, you will naturally appreciate the power of this stone city."

"Really it's so powerful." Xiao Lan muttered and asked again, "Is it the legendary Ecstasy Formation?"

"That's what you Da Chu said." Namur said, "In the desert, this is called the Stonehenge Ghost City. No matter how powerful the army is, once trapped in it, there is only one dead end."

Xiao Lan clasped his fists and said loudly: "It turns out that the adult is still familiar with the method of the ghost city formation. I really followed the right person and admired it."

There were also seven or eight silver sword warriors in the big tent. Namur couldn't help but coughed: "The person who set up this stone formation ghost city is not me, but the master invited by the king from the depths of the desert. His name is Dashajiu. When you meet him in the future, remember to call him a national teacher respectfully."

"The national teacher is coming?" Xiao Lan asked.

Namur glanced at him: "Your speed of changing your mouth is quite fast."

Xiao Lan smiled and said: "This national teacher sounds like a powerful character. Change your words as soon as possible to avoid making mistakes in the future."

"In seven days, the national teacher will come together with the king." Namur said, "a little earlier than the expected time. You must comfort those slaves so that they will not make trouble in front of the king. ."

Xiao Lan nodded: "I know."

"Go down." Namur said, "Good job. When the Stonehenge Ghost Town is built, I will naturally take credit for you!"

Xiao Lan thanked him and turned back to his camp. Lu Zhui was still sitting on the ground writing and painting. He heard his footsteps, and without turning his head, he only asked, "How is it?"

"One good news, one better news, and one bad news." Xiao Lan squatted beside him.

Lu Chai thought without hesitation: "Good news."

Xiao Lan said: "I have already inquired that those stone pillars are the ghost town of stone formations, and the person behind them is named Dasha Jiu, who is the national teacher of Xilan Kingdom."

Lu Zhui asked again: "Better news"

Xiao Lan said: "In seven days, this national teacher will lead people to come."

Lu Chai nodded: "He is here, you have a chance to kill him, and I also have a chance to make trouble. It is indeed better news."

"There is still bad news." Xiao Lan reminded.

Lu Zhui smoothed out the patterns on the ground: "Can you not listen?"

Xiao Lan said: "No."

Lu Chai sighed deeply and moved his ears over: "Speak, I'm ready."

Xiao Lan said: "Yelüxing will also come together, so you know what to do, eh?"

Lu Zhui replied: "Listen to you and hide."

Xiao Lan put his arm around his shoulder with one hand: "Good."

Lu Chai leaned on him, trying to find out a little bit about Yelvxing from the vague white fog in his brain, so he was prepared for it, but it was a pity that after working hard for a long time, it was still chaos.

"Don't worry," Xiao Lan said, "I am there."

Lu Zhui agreed, hugged his arm, and refused to get up.

In the vast sea of ​​sand, a desert horse team is galloping towards the place where the moon rises, rolling into an undulating hill in the night, looking from a distance, it looks like a magnificent picture that is flowing.

This is the horse team of Xilan Kingdom, and the leader is Yelvxing, and the man in black next to him is the national teacher named by Namur, the big sand eagle. I saw his stout figure, white patches and black totems all over his face, no eyebrows and no hair. The top of the duck-egg-like brain was pierced with a bright red color, and it looked like a **** head from a distance, but it was still not much better when I looked up... Liver and gallbladder cracked and hoarse.

In Xilan, very few people are not afraid of him, and very few people dare to look at him. The dark eyes seemed to have just been pulled out of the dead man's pile in the underworld, and they were casually placed on the face, so that they were so lifeless and gloomy.

Lu Chai reads a lot of books, and most of the national teachers in the book are old men with white beards and robes. They usually pretend to be gods and pamper them. They are either skinny or fat, so they are quite relieved about Xiao Lan's assassination. Just concentrate on lying in bed every day and pretend to be sick. After noon on that day, a whining horn suddenly came from outside. Amid the noisy footsteps and noise, Lu Chai keenly heard the conversations of the silver sword warriors-Yelvxing and the big sand eagle are coming.

Six days, one less than seven days, seems to be real day and night. Lu Chai turned aside, wrapped in the quilt and continued to listen. Xiao Lan was called away by Nam'er early in the morning. He should be welcoming the legendary King Xilan at this time.

The war horse hissed, and then steadily stepped onto the sand after raising its front feet. Yelvxing got off his horse and laughed, "It's hard work!"

Xiao Lan's eyebrows jumped unconsciously. If Lu Zhui heard this "wood", he was afraid that he would have to laugh again for a long time.

"Master," Namur said, "It's been a lot of hard work." After finishing speaking, "The National Teacher has also worked hard."

Xiao Lan lowered his head, just glanced at it with the corner of light. Yelvxing needless to say, but the dress and appearance of the great sand eagle of the national teacher is really surprising. Even if he lived in the tomb of Mingyue for many years, Xiao Lan has never seen such a person like a ghost in the underworld. The appearance has nothing to do, but the aura exuding from the whole body, as if thousands of Yin soldiers are in battle, making the bones cold.

"Go, go and see the ghost town of Stonehenge." Yelvxing threw the whip to his subordinates, and did not say that he should rest first. Xiao Lanman glanced at his horse carelessly. The fat body key hair was golden and bright, and the mane was curly and drooping, which was comparable to the flying sand red dragonfly.

It seems that Xilan Country has a lot of good horses. Xiao Lan smiled in his heart and returned to his residence.

"How?" Lu Zhui sat up under the quilt, "he didn't recognize you, right?"

"Don't worry, his interest is only in the ghost town of Stonehenge, and he didn't even take a second look in the direction where I was standing." Xiao Lan said, "Also, the horse he brought this time is not bad, not the same as Feisha Red Jiao. Up and down, at most ten days later, it will be yours again."

Lu Chai clasped his fists: "But he is disrespectful."

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Also, that big sand eagle and what you guessed--"

Lu Zhui couldn't wait to interrupt: "It's exactly the same?"

Xiao Lan said, "It's a thousand miles away."

Lu Zhui: "..."

Xiao Lan said, "He is taller than me, stronger than me, in his prime of life, his whole body is covered with totems, and his head is blood-red. Standing in the sun can be a torch."

Lu Chai said disgustedly: "It sounds a bit ugly."

"What's more troublesome is that he looks like he can't wait to be connected with Yelvxing, and even the big account is in the same place." Xiao Lan said, "If you don't want to separate the two, it's not easy to do it."

"Same room?" Lu Chai sat cross-legged on the bed: "I can separate them."

Xiao Lan said: "Huh?"