Tang's dining table

When Yin Erhu climbed out of the water, he saw the dense caves on both sides of the river bank and realized that he had been washed into the Longmen Grottoes by the water.

He struggled to move forward on the shore, and then used the rope tied to his body to drag his friends out of the water.

Xue Changfeng was pressing hard on the monkey's chest and abdomen. When he pressed, a column of water shot out of the monkey's mouth. The other injured partner was more lucky, because he was taken care of by Xue Changfeng, so he seemed to be relatively stable at the moment.

At this time the moon is at the zenith.

The Yihe River was flowing brightly white, and nine people who had narrowly escaped death were lying on the bank. Yin Erhu wanted to say that he was finally safe, but suddenly he remembered what he had said not long ago, which almost sent everyone to death, so he kept silent. Word.

Xue Changfeng finally rescued the monkey, untied the wet linen on his body, and safely exposed his naked body to the moonlight. The cold moonlight shone on his red body, making him moan in comfort.

"Don't scream so disgustingly, be careful to attract enemies again..."

The other eight people looked at Yin Erhu fiercely. They had really had enough of Yin Erhu's bad mouth today.

It was originally a relaxing observation mission, but now it has turned into a close call. It is definitely Yin Erhu's fault.

Yin Erhu sighed and said, "It wasn't like this before."

Xue Changfeng said: "The people and things we encountered today are beyond our capabilities. To really say what went wrong, we can only say that our strength is too weak.

Boss Tiger, do you think there are any masters out there who can compete with Qian Niuwei and the group of crossbow archers behind? "

Yin Erhu spread his hands and said, "That's us!"

Xue Changfeng sighed after hearing this, and spread his legs so that the moonlight could take care of every part of his body.

Yin Erhu looked at the dots of light emitted from the caves on both sides of the Yi River, and once again fell on the beach by the river and said to Xue Changfeng: "I can't compare, I just can't compare. There's nothing to be upset about, at least compared to the ones in Qixia Temple Compared to those poor people, we are better off being safe."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that there was suddenly more light on the bank of the Yi River, and a large group of people shouted and surrounded them.

Yin Erhu said angrily: "How could something go wrong?"

Xue Changfeng listened for a while, then covered his shameful area with wet linen cloth, and said to Yin Erhu: "There are no thieves among us who steal the gold powder from the Buddha's face, right?"

After taking away a group of monks who were guarding the Buddha statue, they finally got some food after fleeing for half the night.

Yin Erhu squatted on the river bank, nibbling the dry biscuits given by the monks, and said to Xue Changfeng: "I want to go to Qixia Temple to have a look."

Xue Changfeng nodded and said: "When we reach Qixia Temple, it should be daylight."

Yin Erhu said: "What should be observed should be observed. We cannot stop doing the work we should do just because there are masters of Qianniu Guard, Hwarang disciples, and inexplicable crossbowmen."

Xue Changfeng nodded and said, "I'll go with you."

Yin Erhu said: "Think clearly, you may die if you go."

Xue Changfeng shook his head and said: "I'm really curious. I really want to know what the relationship between the three groups tonight is."

So, the two of them went upstream along the Yi River. After finding the small river, they once again got into the dense forest where they almost died.

As the sky gradually became brighter, Yin Erhu and Xue Changfeng saw Qixia Temple. Qixia Temple was very quiet, but it looked very strange in silence.

A Taoist gate's Wuji apricot-yellow flag was hung on the flagpole. It was occasionally stirred by the morning breeze, looking very boring.

With the previous lesson in mind, neither Yin Erhu nor Xue Changfeng was interested in entering Qixia Temple to check it out.

They were just on the periphery, slowly searching for traces of last night's battle.

Both of them are experts at searching for traces. In just a moment, the desolate woodland turned into a battlefield of life and death in their eyes.

Yin Erhu stroked a broken tree with a smooth cut, and his fingers were still stained with some tree sap. After rubbing it with his thumb, he whispered to Xue Changfeng: "This knife is lifted from the bottom up. The enemy comes from the tree."

Xue Changfeng picked up a relatively green leaf, looked at the splattered blood on it and said, "This knife has an effect."

After that, he opened the dense bushes and picked out a broken arm. The sleeves on the broken arm were still white.

"One of the Hwarang disciples should have died. It's strange. Qian Niuwei and the Hwarang disciples should be in the same group. Why did they fight?" Xue Changfeng threw away the severed arm and scratched his two inches of hair.

There are a lot of flies in Luoyang City. They are almost pervasive and usually don't come out at night. Now, after the sun comes out, they quickly come smelling the smell of blood.

The more flies there are, the stronger the smell of blood will be. Therefore, as long as you look for places with many flies, it is not difficult to find the battlefield.

There are not many flies in Qixia Temple. This is something that Yin Erhu and Xue Changfeng have confirmed, that is to say, the battlefield is not in Qixia Temple.

On the other hand, there are countless flies in the woods outside Qixia Temple.

Therefore, it didn't take long for Yin Erhu and Xue Changfeng to find a land covered with flies.

After throwing a stone, flies flew up like dark clouds. Then, Yin Erhu saw a hand sticking out of the soil. The hand had begun to turn black.

Looking at the new soil all over the ground, Xue Changfeng stepped on it tentatively. Immediately, the ground shook, and a big stone was brought and smashed on the ground. The stone sank halfway in, and immediately, black blood seeped out from under the stone.

"How many people can be buried here?" Yin Erhu asked in a low voice.

Xue Changfeng said: "It depends on how deep the pit is, but it shouldn't be too deep, otherwise the body would not be buried so shallowly."

"What if there are many corpses?" Yin Erhu asked again.

Xue Changfeng chopped a piece of bamboo, turned one end of the bamboo into a sharp spearhead, and inserted it into the burial ground with all his strength. As the bamboo spear penetrated into the soil, he could feel the difference.

So Yin Erhu found a big stone and smashed the tail of the bamboo spear. As a result, the bamboo spear penetrated the ground for more than ten feet until it could no longer be inserted.

Then he pulled out the bamboo spear and knocked out the contents of the bamboo tube. After seeing it, neither of them was interested in talking.

After a long time...

Xue Changfeng shook his head and said: "Let's go back. Yesterday I asked Mrs. Qian to help me make a lot of Chang'an steamed buns, as well as snow-white lard and salt. Tsk, tsk, hot steamed buns with lard and salt, I will eat them all the time Never get tired of it.”

Yin Erhu looked at the soft burial ground and asked doubtfully: "How did you think of these corpses with lard in hot steamed buns?"

Xue Changfeng laughed and said: "If you have been eating fish at the beach for several years, even when you poop, you can think of hot steamed buns with lard."

The two of them took turns taking cover and leaving this dangerous land while talking.

In fact, if Yin Erhu and Xue Changfeng were willing to walk twenty steps eastward, they would be able to see a larger corpse pit.

It was precisely that the pits were filled with corpses that had been stripped of their clothes. If Xue Changfeng and Yin Erhu were smarter, they would be able to identify the original occupation of the corpses from these corpses.

Their professions should include Taoist priests, Hwarang disciples, Qianniu guards, and of course Zhong Kui!

Zhong Kui woke up after his finger was pecked out by a crow. However, he was pressed by the corpse and could not move. He could only watch the crow peck at his palm one bite at a time.

It's not that the crow can't find richer food, it's just that Zhong Kui's hand is the freshest food it can find currently.

Zhong Kui, who had been panting for a long time, suddenly contracted his palm and pinched the crow in his hand. His strength was so great that he crushed the crow's neck and a stream of blood fell from his hand. , fell right into Zhong Kui's bloody mouth.

After drinking the blood, Zhong Kui felt a bit of strength coming out of his body, so he used his still intact hand to pull open the corpse covering his body, and finally crawled out of the corpse pit with great effort, looking back at the tired corpse. , Zhong Kui opened his mouth and roared, but unfortunately, all he could produce was a hissing sound similar to that of a poisonous snake spitting out a message.

Zhong Kui, with only a pair of obscene pants covering his body, stood under the shade of a tree. His originally strong body was covered with scars. If Yin Erhu and Xue Changfeng were still there, they would be able to find from this demon-like body what they would find on the battlefield. all the harm...

From kerosene bombs, from thunder and fire bombs, from the Thousand Ox Sword, from the Silla Long Sword, from the crossbow arrows, from the hook, his left arm was even hanging limply, only the one that originally came from Yu Jinghe's ugly face actually did not suffer any damage. Even the beard on his face was unscathed by the kerosene bombs and thunder and fire bombs.

Every time he took a step, a trace of blood would appear on the ground. Zhong Kui came to the foot of an ancient tree. He used his other hand to grasp the joint of his dislocated arm, which was hit by a war hammer, and pressed it against the tree. Then he leaned his whole body weight on it. On the injured arm, there was only a click sound, and the bones returned to their positions.

It was originally an act of causing severe pain, but Zhong Kui felt no pain, or in other words, he didn't care at all. After solving the problem of dislocated arm, he walked step by step into the depths of the jungle.

Wu Mei looked at the unconscious Jin Yanxuan and frowned: "So, one of my subordinates is back alive, right?"

The white-haired female officer said: "Jin Yanjun is back, but we don't know whether she can survive. She was seriously injured, and her heart and lungs were almost pierced by a crossbow arrow."

Wu Mei frowned slightly and said decisively: "Save her, I need a hope."

The white-haired female officer sighed and said: "The Qianniu Guards' combat power is quite good, but after all, their number is too small."

Wu Mei said softly: "Since six hundred is not enough to protect this palace, then six thousand, sixty thousand."

The white-haired female officer spoke again: "Six thousand may be possible, but sixty thousand is absolutely impossible. Even if it reaches sixty thousand, the combat power will drop to a point that the queen cannot bear."

Wu Mei said: "Can those generals be used by me?"

The white-haired female official said: "The commander-in-chief of the Tang Dynasty is respected by Li Ji and Su Dingfang, and the fierce generals Xue Rengui, Yun Chu and Pei Xingjian are headed by them. However, among these five people, none of them can be won over by the queen."

Wu Mei said: "What about the rest?"

The white-haired female official said: "The one who is competing with the Queen is your Majesty, and the rest are of no use."

Wu Mei sighed and said: "Some people would rather support the prince than be used by me."