Nightwatcher

"Dangdang"

In the alchemy room on the seventh floor of Sitianjian, Song Qing rolled up her sleeves, holding a purple-gold sledgehammer and iron tongs of the same color, standing in front of the anvil to forge steel.

The white clothes on his body were covered with black ash, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and with thick dark circles under his eyes, he seemed to die suddenly at any moment.

After forging out the impurities, Song Qing took out a dark golden nail, pointed it at the iron embryo, and hit the head of the nail hard with a sledgehammer. .

In the ear-piercing sound, the dark golden nail pierced through the iron embryo.

"Incomparable, totally incomparable"

Song Qing shook her head regretfully: "What material is the magic nail made of? Is there such a metal in the world?"

The magic nail in his hand was brought back by Sun Xuanji, entrusted by alchemy prodigy Xu Ningyan, to give the magic nail to Song Qing.

Mr. Xu is indeed a genius who is willing to dedicate everything to alchemy. He is Song Qing's confidant, and he contributed such an important artifact to Si Tianjian for research.

Mr. Xu has only one requirement for contributing the Magic Nail, and that is to hope that alchemists can imitate the Magic Nail.

The alchemists were overwhelmed.

Mr. Xu not only contributed the artifacts, but also entrusted them with important responsibilities.

At this time, a warlock in white walked into the alchemy room quickly and said loudly:

"Senior Brother Song, Teacher Jianzheng asked you to send this box to the bottom of the building and give it to Senior Sister Zhong."

Supervisor Song Qing took the wooden box with some doubts, and asked:

"What is it?"

The warlock in white shook his head: "Teacher Jianzheng said that only Senior Sister Zhong can open it."

Song Qing has always been an assertive (rebellious) disciple. Hearing this, she directly went to open the box, but failed.

"Fine!"

Song Qing nodded, holding the half-foot-wide and one-foot-long wooden box, left the alchemy room, followed the stairs to the lobby on the first floor, and then entered the ground through the iron gate behind the hall.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet ground, and the oil lamps were shining, dyeing everything in a warm and soft orange.

Song Qing sniffed the faint stale smell in the air. Most of Si Tianjian's white-clothed warlocks were away, either joining the army, or traveling to save lives, so they had less time to open the door for Zhong Li to breathe.

Passing through the dark and long corridor, Song Qing stopped at the door of a forbidden room and looked in through the transom on the door.

Zhong Li sat cross-legged in the corner, silently.

"Junior Sister Zhong!"

Song Qing pushed open the door, walked in front of her, and sat down cross-legged: "Mr. Jianzheng asked me to bring it to you."

Zhong Li opened his eyes, took the wooden box, and the moment he took it, the latch automatically popped open.

Open the lid of the box, and inside the box covered with yellow silk lay a wooden hammer half arm's length.

The wooden hammer is light brown, the handle is shiny with oil, and the hammer head and handle are engraved with fine patterns.

Zhong Li was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Song Qing.

Song Qing just lowered her head, the brothers and sisters looked at each other and said in unison:

"Fate Hammer!"

Song Qing suddenly realized, and said: "No wonder Teacher Jianzheng said that you should open the box. No one else can use this shit except you."

According to Mr. Jianzheng, the Hammer of Fate was made by him when he was young.

Hitting someone's head with this hammer can change the fate, but the fate is uncontrollable, and the person holding the hammer and the person who is hit will be changed together.

People are divided into three, six, and nine classes, and all walks of life have their destiny.

Once you change your fate, you will be punished by heaven, and your lifespan will be halved.

In other words, this broken hammer will not only cause unpredictable changes in people's fate, but also halve their lifespan from the start.

However, Zhong Li is an exception, because Zhong Li's current fate belongs to "God's Wrath", and the Hammer of Fate can't change such a bad fate, so she can avoid the side effects instead.

"Why did Teacher Jianzheng give you this thing?"

Song Qing looked blank: "Although you are a prophet now, you will suffer all kinds of disasters, and the Hammer of Fate will be powerless. But if you use it to randomly change other people's fate, your disaster will be aggravated."

Zhong Li shook his head, silently put away the hammer.

"Hey, when Caiwei is not in Sitianjian, I feel that the entire Star Observation Tower is clean. Senior Sister Zhong, Senior Brother has to go back to refine weapons, so let's go first." Song Qing got up, pushed away and left.

far overseas.

The White Emperor, with white scales like jade and a lion's mane with the lips of a bull-nosed crocodile, galloped across the sea with all four hooves.

The waves are endless, and the sky is the sky. Apart from the sky, there is only the endless ocean.

Baidi found his destination accurately on the difficult-to-distinguish sea.

It looked down at the sea below its hooves, and its blue eyes glowed with a deep, dim light, like whirlpools.

A vortex appeared on the surface of the sea, which quickly expanded into a large vortex with a diameter of tens of meters, and white foam surged.

Baidi plunged headlong into the vortex, and after a while, with a curved spear that looked like bone, stone, gold and jade, he rushed out of the vortex.

It galloped on all fours like a steed, disappearing into the sky.

The vortex slowly calmed down, and Wang Yang recovered like this.

Tanglin City.

The urn city was built at the top of the city, and Xu Pingfeng stood on the top of the urn city, his white clothes fluttering, and his posture was like an exiled immortal.

Holding a jug of wine in his hand, he looked towards the north.

Yunzhou Zhongjun Camp.

The carts that transport Zizhong go in and out of the barracks, and the soldiers at the bottom repeat the work of being on duty and patrolling, waiting to go out at any time.

Compared with the Yunzhou Army, which fought on three fronts, the 30,000 Chinese Army is the most complete, and the elite has been recuperating, ready to fight.

After a month, almost no soldiers were dispatched from the barracks.

At this time, as the winter gradually came to an end, the low-level soldiers were fine and had limited knowledge, but the middle and high-level generals began to be unable to sit still.

They realize that as the pace of spring approaches, the advantages and disadvantages of their side and Dafeng will start to reverse step by step.

As a result, the voices of going out to fight in the camp became more and more louder.

To this day, more than a dozen middle and high-level generals kneel outside the commander's tent, "threatening" Qi Guangbo to send troops.

Among them was Zhuo Haoran, who was demoted from the Zuojun school to the deputy lieutenant of the assault battalion.

"General, we can't delay any longer. If we don't take advantage of this winter to take Qingzhou, it will be as difficult for our army to reach the capital after the Spring Festival."

Zhuo Haoran, whose left eye was gray and unable to see, roared:

"The last general wants to die, but please let the general die on the battlefield. Please send troops to the general."

The surrounding generals agreed one after another, although they looked down on Zhuo Haoran, the defeated general, but their position at this time was the same.

After making a fuss for a while, just when the generals thought they had returned in vain, the military tent was lifted.

Qi Guangbo was dressed in military uniform, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, his eyes were calm, his face was indifferent, he glanced at the generals, instead of getting angry, he smiled and said:

"It's a bit of patience to survive until now."

The one-eyed Zhuo Haoran said in astonishment:

"General?"

Qi Guangbo said in a deep voice:

"Zhuo Haoran, you buried six thousand elites in Songshan County, which should have been dealt with by military law. This general cherishes your talent and spares your life. Now I ask you, do you want to make amends for your crimes?"

Zhuo Haoran said loudly:

"If you can avenge your shame, you will die without regret."

Qi Guangbo threw out a letter of order with the commander's seal on it, and said calmly:

"Lead the left army with 8,000 elite troops to Songshan County to support the three armies of Dragon Elephant, White Rhinoceros, and Pozhen."

Zhuo Haoran's face was ecstatic:

"The last general takes orders!"

Qi Guangbo stopped looking at him, and turned to look at a general on the right:

"Wen Xuan, lead the Artillery Battalion with 600 artillerymen and 3,000 infantry in the camp to support the black armor and green python armies of Dongling. At the same time, bring the general's handwriting to Ji Xuan."

He also threw out a letter of order stamped with the commander's seal.

"Zhao Bing, you must lead three thousand Qingqi to cut off the supply line in Songshan County. You must travel day and night."

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Following the order after order, not long after, half of the generals outside the account were sent away, Qi Guangbo swept the rest of the people, and said calmly:

"Break out the camp and swallow Wan County with me."

Songshan County.

In the urn at the top of the city, Miao Youfang's angry voice came:

"Have no regrets, Mo Sang, I handed over to you the Go that can only be learned by scholars in the Central Plains, is this how you repay me?

"Hmph, a barbarian is a barbarian."

Then Mosang's voice:

"This is a very popular game in the Central Plains? It's not too difficult. Could it be that I am the legendary seed of reading?"

Miao Youfang sneered and said:

"What do you know? It's called simplicity. The simpler something is, the deeper the knowledge.

"Look, these five chess pieces, I can place them horizontally, vertically, or obliquely. I can also place the two sides first, and then the middle. The gameplay is ever-changing, and the steps are unpredictable."

Mosang, who had already put on light armor, scratched his head:

"Although what you said is very reasonable, I still think it's very simple. I really am the seed of reading. After the war, I will stay in your Central Plains and get a champion before going back. My dad will be so happy."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Cijiu, who was biting his cornbread, had just stepped into the threshold of the urn city after inspecting the defense armaments, and heard these words.

Miao Youfang said while preventing Mo Sang from changing chess pieces:

"Let's play go again, chess, the way of a gentleman."

Xu Erlang thought that this vulgar martial artist can also play chess? Take a closer look, the black and white chess pieces are connected one by one, two by three, and the longest one is four pieces. Regardless of whether the white pieces are black or white, if the line is full of four pieces, it will be cut off.

"You, you call this Go?"

Xu Erlang looked at him with a strange expression.

"Isn't it?" Miao Youfang asked back, before Xu Erlang could speak, he said "Hey" triumphantly:

"Don't think that playing chess is the privilege of you scholars. In fact, there is nothing difficult about it. With my ingenuity, I can figure out the trick in just a cup of tea.

"I didn't know how to play chess before, I was simply bluffed by you scholars."

Mosang echoed on the side:

"I also think it's easy. Mr. Xu, do you think I can be a champion like you? We haven't had a champion in Southern Xinjiang yet."

I think your Central Plains dialect has become standard. Xu Xinnian chewed on the bun:

"Brother Miao, who taught you your chess skills?"

Miao Youfang was like flying, and replied:

"Your sister."

Xu New Year was taken aback: "Which one?"

which? Miao Youfang was also taken aback, thought carefully, and said:

"The ugliest one."

Xu Nian recalled it carefully, but he couldn't figure out who he was referring to as the ugliest.

"Just say your name."

"Mu Nanzhi."

Who is Mu Nanzhi? Forget it. When you have a chance to meet her in the future, remember to tell her. Miao Youfang said she was ugly and Xu New Year secretly remembered it. Then he bowed his hands to the two talented comrades-in-arms and went to the side to read the military book.

Scholars have exquisite minds and basic operations.