The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Helian, knowing that he was born in the south, is not as good as your prairie children. You prairie witch doctors have no experience in Chinese medicine in this respect. In case of smallpox, you can't ignore it. I think let Zong go. Just go back quickly."

He Lianzheng silently said that it was inconvenient to object. He only frowned thickly. Master Gu was still shaking his head, staring at the direction of Wang Ting while shaking. Feng Zhiwei had decided to push Zong Chen out, He Lianzheng sighed. And led his own horse, saying, "I have to work harder and go back quickly."

Zong Chen left a pack of medicine and said, "This is the Wanling Pill I developed, which is effective for most poisons. You keep it."

All three responded, watching Zong Chen hurried away, Feng Zhiwei shook the hand of Gu Shaoye, who stood on tiptoe to see Zong Chen far away, comforted: "It’s okay, let alone say it’s not necessarily smallpox, even if it’s Zong Chen What are you afraid of when Mr. goes out?"

Master Gu thought for a while and patted her hand, saying, "You are here, everyone is there, and you are not afraid of anything."

Feng Zhiwei stunned and smiled gently, holding his hand and saying, "Relax, it's all there."

Yao Yangyu went out and went to see Huotoujun by the way. The big pot was boiled with hot wild beef. The smell was smelly in the Central Plains, but the prairie guys were all talking on the side of the pot. Ah fragrant.

Yao Yangyu smelled the smell, frowned, and suddenly remembered General Wei, who was holding cheese on his neck behind the hillside. This kind of prairie food with a very strong smell, General is not used to it?

"How do you cook or save grain? Isn't there new grain coming?" He stared at the yellow rice in the pan. "A while ago, some millet got wet and there was a strange smell."

"The general commanded." Huotoujun smiled, "Do not waste, eat Chen Liang first."

"Then you will cook a small pot of new rice porridge." Yao Yangyu hesitated, and then turned over the delivered items. He said joyfully: "There are still vegetables and eggs! Hurry and pick me something that is not rotten or bad. Send it to the general account, if you ask, you said I called it."

"Okay." Huotoujun's hands and feet were busy and smiled, "Yao Xiaowei is considerate general, to be honest, the general is really hard..."

Yao Yangyu laughed, greedy sniffing on the green vegetables, and then reluctantly walked away, and the soldiers squeezed in front of the lamb pot for dinner.

At night, meals were sent to the main account. Feng Zhiwei frowned at the first sight, but looked at Master Gu and stopped talking.

It’s also pitiful to be stupid. He doesn’t like lamb more than her. He swallows it with his eyes closed every time. This fights in northern Xinjiang, and walnuts are not available. Feng Zhiwei sees several empty waists every time. The walnut bags are sad.

The daughter couldn't hold it, and the walnuts couldn't be eaten, and she wouldn't give anyone another bite of fresh vegetables. Feng Zhiwei felt embarrassed by such a thick skin.

"Either you go to eat lamb." Feng Zhi tweeted Helian Zheng, "we are drinking porridge here."

"Don't even think about it." He Lianzheng squeezed beside her, grabbed a bowl of porridge and took a sip. "Don't try to hide and eat alone."

Fengzhi smiled and smiled, and gave Gu Xiaodiao, who buried his head in the bowl, and said, "Go back after eating, Wang Ting will be there for you all day."

Helian Zheng ignored her and sandwiched the vegetables in her bowl.

Feng Zhiwei blocked the bowl.

Helian Zheng's chopsticks weren't loose, and he looked up at her. His amber and purple eyes flashed brightly.

"Mr. Zong is gone, I can't go anymore." He said, "Climb also."

"Your identity is precious..." Feng Zhiwei tried to persuade Helian Zheng to bury his head and ignore her.

Knowing that this guy was stubborn, eight cows couldn't pull, Feng Zhi sighed slightly, and the three of them ran out. The simple dishes were swept away. Mr. Gu especially ate too much. He had been missing the Central Plains vegetables for a long time.

Chun Yumeng came in neatly and said, "General, let's take a step first."

"See you under the Baitou cliff." Feng Zhiwei smiled.

"See you under the Baitou cliff." Chun Yumeng's eyes flashed with excitement and went out. The low and powerful command sounded, and the nine thousand cavalry rushed straight to Bailingnao.

"We should prepare too." Feng Zhiwei entered the tent and changed into a tight-fitting black dress. He was surprised to find that not only Helian Zheng changed his clothes, but even Master Gu, who had always been a soft green robe Wearing tight black nightgown.

Feng Zhiwei knows that such tight-fitting clothes are not too good. For people like Master Gu, wearing them is equivalent to being tortured, and quickly said: "Brother Gu doesn't matter, your martial arts are not afraid of being discovered... "

"Your safety is the most important." Gu Shaoye replied with a flat plate, and he flew out in a flash.

The selected three hundred night warriors have been led by Hua Qiong, waiting for Feng Zhiwei outside the tent.

Looking up at the sky, the dark night, the misty mist flowing on the grassland, Zong Chen speculated that when there is fog tonight, it is the best time to act.

In front of the chaotic grasses, a path trailed deep into the mountains.

People's eyes were burning, waiting for Feng Zhiwei's army to mobilize, but Feng Zhiwei didn't say a word, only silently swiped his palm down to the Baitou Mountain!

Her movements were vigorous and powerful, her murderous and awe-inspiring, and her black coat flashed in the dark, like a blizzard of lightning!

Everyone was excited and **** in this silent action, and excited his blood and eyes!

As soon as the snow shone, Hua Qiong waved his sword and ran out first.

More than three hundred people grew up in a snake array, all their weapons were painted black, tight-fitting black boots with soft soles, long ropes tied around their waists, slightly bent and knees bent, and they quickly moved on the grass path.

In the darkness, shadows flowed across the grass like waves, and the clothes rubbed against the long grass to make a rattle, which was mixed with the sound of the wind roaring in the distance.

When he reached the Baitou cliff, Feng Zhiwei gestured, and everyone stopped.

Lying on the cliff and looking under the cliff, Jin Siyu's camp was ten miles long, the lights were dim, the patrolling night watch soldiers were in constant flow, and they were very dense. All the tents were exactly the same, and it was impossible to see where the main account was.

Feng Zhi closed his eyes slightly, and the topographic map under the cliff spread slowly in his mind. After a while, she opened her eyes and pointed in a certain direction.