Nightwatcher

Li Miaozhen knew that the third senior brother was obsessed with imitating Xu Qi'an. According to him, Xu Qi'an was a master of holiness before others, and he always took a step ahead of him to grab his chance.

It's not that Yang Qianhuan wronged people, he has a basis for it, for example, when the Buddhist sect was fighting, the supervisor deliberately locked him in the bottom of the Star Observation Building, and then pushed Xu Qi'an to come out to represent Si Tianjian in the battle.

Another example is the dispute between Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen, Yang Qianhuan "coincidentally" was locked at the bottom of the building at that time. .

If he knew what Xu Ningyan did, he would beat his chest with envy. Li Miaozhen didn't plan to tell him now, at least he had to wait until Xu Qi'an's injury was stabilized.

So she suppressed her smile, clasped her fists, and said sincerely: "Xu Qi'an will trouble Senior Brother Yang."

Yang Qianhuan nodded, he was very satisfied with the pleading gesture of the Tianzong Saintess.

Immediately, he took out the bottles, jars, and needles and threads from the storage bag, only to see Yang Qianhuan pry open Xu Qi'an's mouth, and then with a "boo", popped the cork of the porcelain bottle, and stuffed four or five porcelain bottle mouths into Xu Qi'an's mouth.

The method of dosing was brutal, within a few strokes, Xu Qi'an's face turned purple when he was in a coma, as if he was about to be suffocated to death.

"What are you doing?" Li Miaozhen raised her brows upside down.

"He was seriously injured, and he was seriously ill!"

Yang Qianhua explained righteously, and patted Xu Qi'an's jaw, telling him to swallow the medicine.

Is this the meaning of heavy medicine for a serious illness? Are you sure you're not taking revenge? Feiyan female hero gave him a sideways look.

After using the medicine, Yang Qianhuan sewed up the wound again, managed to stop the bleeding, and said:

"I can only stabilize his injury. If I want to save him, the teacher has to do it himself."

"Not even you?" Li Miaozhen was taken aback.

In her opinion, Yang Qianhuan is Si Tianjian's leader. Except for Jianzheng, Li Miaozhen has never seen Sitianjian have a higher-level sorcerer than Yang Qianhuan.

Yang Qianhuan was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "This kid is trying to kill, it has nothing to do with my ability."

Li Miaozhen's words, in the eyes of Senior Brother Yang, who said "the heavens did not give birth to me, Yang Qianhuan, and the eternity is like a long night", are Chi Guoguo's provocation.

He paused and continued:

"He must have used the Confucian method of speaking out. Heh, without the righteousness to protect the body, he dared to use the Confucian magic. Look at the tragic injury on his body. What did he exchange for the Confucian magic?"

Li Miaozhen pondered for a long time, and said: "Maybe it has something to do with combat power and state."

"Forcibly increase the combat power? I'm really not afraid of death." Yang Qianhuan clicked his tongue:

"The four grades of Confucianism dare not play like this."

"Really?" Li Miaozhen asked.

"certainly!"

Yang Qianhuan pouted:

"The fourth ranks of Yunlu Academy usually only dare to say a few words of "pants dropped" and "retreat a hundred miles" when fighting. These are powerful methods, but they will not cause too much damage.

"This is because there is a limit to the backlash that can be counteracted by awe-inspiring righteousness. Otherwise, wouldn't Confucianism be invincible?"

Li Miaozhen said: "In the heyday of Confucianism, isn't it just invincible?"

Yang Qianhuan didn't want to talk to this woman anymore. He coughed and said, "We'll take him back when he initially absorbs the medicine and relieves the pain. Heh, don't underestimate the pain, it might kill him."

He strode out: "I'll go out for a walk."

Master Yang Qianhuan of the Sitianjian is here, how can he hide his achievements and fame deeply, he must go out to show his holiness in front of others.

"squeak"

He opened the gate of the Urn City and appeared in front of the defenders outside.

The defenders were a little dazed when they saw a man in white appearing suddenly.

Yang Qianhuan's eyes hidden under the veiled hat slowly scanned the blank faces, and his tone was calm, revealing the composure of an outsider, and announced:

"This seat is Sitian Supervisor Yang Qianhuan, the third disciple of the supervisor."

The third disciple of Jianzheng, the sorcerer of Sitianjian

After a brief silence, the defenders outside the Urn suddenly burst into cheers.

Huh, so welcome? This, this is not reasonable. No, this is very reasonable! Yang Qianhuan couldn't help straightening his back, then turned around, and stubbornly pointed the back of his head at the crowd.

Although the back of the head is hidden in the hood.

At this time, he heard the soldiers in the distance asking amidst the loud cheers: "What's going on, everyone, what's the matter?"

A soldier replied: "That man is a sorcerer of Sitianjian, the third disciple of Jianzheng."

"What? This is great, great."

"Yes, yes, Xu Yinluo is saved, Xu Yinluo is finally saved."

Someone wept with joy.

As a citizen of Dafeng, who doesn't know that the sorcerers of Sitianjian can live and die from human flesh to bones.

The reason they cheered was, Xu Qi'an was saved, not me? !

Yang Qian's heart sank due to hallucinations, and he still turned his back to the crowd, raised his hand, and pressed down.

Seeing his gesture, the soldiers gradually became quiet.

Yang Qianhuan said in a deep voice: "Xu Qi'an, what did he do?"

He knew that Xu Qi'an had a high reputation in Dafeng (he had stolen Yang Qianhuan's opportunity), but even if this group of big soldiers who only recognized military merit respected Xu Yinluo, the scene in front of him was still too exaggerated.

He had a bad feeling.

"Xu Yinluo's righteousness is so insignificant to Yuntian. In order to relieve our pressure, he sank into the formation alone." A soldier said.

Heh, he is the same as Caishikou Zhan Guogong, he still knows how to win people's hearts so well! Yang Qianhuan commented, not envious in his heart, as if he had seen through Xu Qi'an a long time ago.

"Single-handedly, Xu Yinluo defeated the enemy twice and fled, beheading nearly ten thousand people."

Thousands of enemies were killed, and the enemy army who fought twice fled. Yang Qian gradually froze in hallucinations, and his eyes slowly lost focus.

"Relying on his own strength, Xu Yinluo personally beheaded the Yan Lord Nurheja among the Wanjun."

"Xu Yinluo is invincible."

"I only want to follow Xu Yinluo in this life."

As they spoke, the soldiers shouted, their eyes flushed.

Yang Qianhuan silently closed the gate of the Wengcheng.

Li Miaozhen heard the sound of closing the door, walked out to have a look, only to see Yang Qianhuan leaning against the door, slowly slipped to the ground, the hat was crooked

"are you OK."

Li Miaozhen looked like "I am a professionally trained saint, no matter how funny I am, I can't laugh".

"I was wrong. I still underestimated Xu Qi'an. I thought Caishikou Zhan Guogong was already the pinnacle of his life. I didn't expect him to do even more this time."

Sad speechless.

"He was obviously afraid that I would steal his limelight, so he deliberately ran to the border just to avoid me. He is really a despicable and shameless person! He defeated the enemy twice, killed nearly ten thousand enemies, and took the head of the enemy general among the ten thousand troops Why doesn't he, Xu Qi'an, ride the wind and go straight up ninety thousand li?"

The envious voice trembled.

Li Miaozhen almost covered her face and let out a pig cry.

After scolding for a while, Yang Qianhuan's eyes were burning with fighting spirit: "Please tell me, where is the capital of Yan Kingdom."

Li Miaozhen pursed her lips and suppressed her smile: "Are you going to Yan Country? But Xu Qi'an is an enemy who fought back in front of more than 10,000 defenders. What's the use of you going to Yan Country alone?"

"Where is the main altar of the Witch God Sect?"

"It has already been captured by Wei Yuan."

"...Do I still have a chance?"

"Gone."

Li Miaozhen dismissed his thoughts mercilessly, and then said: "Xu Qi'an's condition seems to be much better, let's go back to Beijing and find the prison to save him."

Inside the hood, came Yang Qianhuan's unrequited and exhausted reply:

"It's hopeless, wait for death!"

Zhang Kaitai in the barracks was awakened by the cheers, jumped up the city wall, learned the news of Yang Qianhuan's arrival, and entered the Wengcheng in great surprise.

"Where's Yang Qianhuan?"

He looked left and right, but saw no one.

Li Miaozhen pointed to the corner, Zhang Kaitai looked at it, Yang Qianhuan squatted in the corner with his back to them, quietly like a decoration.

"What happened to him?" Zhang Kaitai said via voice transmission.

"He just learned about Xu Qi'an." Li Miaozhen replied via voice transmission.

When Zhang Kaitai looked at Yang Qianhuan's back, he was full of pity.

"I will arrange for my deputy to return to the capital with you and report the incident here to the imperial court. Even if it is eight hundred li urgently, it will take several days to reach the capital.

"Although the coalition forces of the Yankang and Kang countries have retreated and suffered heavy losses, we cannot take it lightly. Maybe they will make a comeback at any time. I hope the imperial court will make deployment soon."

Open Taidao.

Moreover, the soldiers who died in battle had to report to the imperial court, and Xu Qi'an's credit for blocking 80,000 enemy troops by himself had to be reported to the imperial court as well.

Li Miaozhen nodded: "Okay."

At the beginning of Sishi, the cabinet.

In the conference hall, Chief Assistant Wang Zhenwen was holding a hot cup of health-preserving tea, listening to the heated discussions of the scholars from all halls.

"What's your majesty's intention? Why hasn't he expressed his opinion after two days of discussion?" Dongge University scholar Zhao Tingfang asked with a frown.

During the two consecutive court meetings, the aftermath was being discussed, but Emperor Yuan Jing showed an extremely negative attitude towards the nature of the battle and the possible retaliation from the Witch God Sect in the future.

He talked about a lot of minutiae, but never mentioned the serious matter, no matter how the princes advised him, he ignored it. In the past two days, he has been jumping up and down. Yesterday he wrote a memorial, and today he angrily reprimanded Emperor Yuan Jing in the hall.

Then they were dragged out of the court together.

"Your Majesty seems unwilling to give Wei Gong a posthumous name. As for the deployment of troops in the three northeast border states."

Having said this, Qian Qingshu, a scholar of the Hall of Martial Arts, paused for a moment and did not continue.

If it were any one person, such an act could be branded as collaborating with the enemy and treason.

But His Majesty is the king of a country, so it is naturally impossible, it can only be said that he has become insane recently.

Tuk Tuk!

Wang Shoufu knocked on the table, and when the Grand Scholars came over, he let out a deep and gentle voice:

"After lunch, I'll go to the Observation Tower and meet the supervisor."

His sense of smell is sharper than others. After Wei Yuan died in battle, Wang Zhenwen reviewed the matter according to the information sent back.

He realized that this matter not only involved the two countries, but also involved the secrets of the peak of the rank, and the latter was an area that civil servants like them could not dabble in.

But the supervisor definitely knows.

The great scholars nodded slowly, and Chen Qi, the great scholar of Jianji Palace, said in a low voice: "You might as well ask the supervisor to suppress Your Majesty."

If this word is spread, it will become a reason for criticism by political opponents, and the position of a bachelor may not be guaranteed. But he still said it, only thinking that Emperor Yuan Jing could make a quick decision.

It can be seen how tense the situation is now.

At this time, a cabinet official came to the door of the meeting hall and reported: "My lords, a person who claims to be Deputy General Zhang Kaitai asks to see him. He wants to see Lord Shoufu."

"Zhang Kaitai's deputy general, what is he doing in the cabinet instead of going to the Ministry of War?" Qian Qingshu frowned.

Dongge University scholar Zhao Tingfang said: "Perhaps you have been to the Ministry of War. Is there anything else I need to see Lord Shoufu?"

Wang Zhenwen pondered for a moment and said, "Let him in."

The cabinet officials withdrew, and in a short time, a middle-aged general came in with his armor covered in knife marks and blood.

How did you enter the imperial city dressed like this?

The Grand Maesters were taken aback.

"The last general, Li Yi, Commander Zhang and the deputy general, have met all your lords." Li Yi clasped his fists.

Wang Shoufu nodded and asked: "You are not staying in the border army, what are you doing when you come back? When did you come back?"

Li Yi replied: "The general was still at Yuyang Pass in Xiangzhou yesterday, and he just returned to the capital this morning. Si Tianjian Yang Qianhuan brought the general back."

All the academicians looked at each other with doubts on their faces, while Wang Shoufu asked, "Is the information about the 800-mile rush is true?"

Li Yi nodded with a sullen face.

In an instant, the last hope in Wang Shoufu's eyes dissipated, he was silent for a long time, and said, "Why are you asking to see me?"

Li Yidao: "The day before yesterday, 80,000 troops from Yankang and Kangxi attacked Yuyang Pass."

"What?!"

All the maesters were startled.

Wang Shoufu's hand holding the teacup shook violently, and the hot tea splashed on the back of his hand, but he didn't realize it.

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