high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 221 The Interested Captain Zhechong

The warm yellow flames spread out in all directions, mistly reflecting the red cranes, precious elephants and other patterns embroidered on the golden tent.

The first thing that catches the eye is the large space inside the tent. The top is a mica screen that is ten feet high, which divides the tent into two straight sections. what construction.

Stepping on it, the whole person seems to sink in, and the warm and soft touch floats up to the heart. On both sides of the tent, there are two large water mirrors, one side is painted with a geographical map of mountains and rivers, and the other side reflects various things outside scene.

The scene in the water mirror is not static, but slightly shakes like flowing water waves.

Bai Shu curiously waved his hand to the left, and with the dense water and light, the main tent, the school grounds and even the gate were clearly presented one by one, with every detail visible.

And behind the mica screen...

Bai Shu couldn't help swallowing, ready to fight.

The precious light behind the screen is almost soaring into the sky, so bright that people can't keep their eyes open.

Looking around, all kinds of precious lights are intertwined, which is amazingly colorful and beautiful.

If it wasn't for the military tent itself, it was also a small magic weapon. I'm afraid that even the radiating precious light can't be suppressed, and it will make them soar into the sky, shining all over the snow field.

Bai Shu casually threw Xuan Kong away, and the drunk groundhog rolled on the blanket, feeling extremely comfortable, snoring like thunder.

An Junchen, Yan Rui.

Is the small gifts of these two great generals so precious?

After Bai Shu turned into the screen with a smile, besides the inner parts such as the bed, there were three large boxes made of heavy gold in front of him.

The lid of the box was slightly opened, and brilliant precious light shooting into the sky was constantly gushing out from it.

"Greatly bestowed with a sword to kill demons, a lotus bowl, a treasure building of pearl relics, a treasured statue of a Buddhist altar, a box with folded branches of two phoenixes, a car with a wide moon, a plate of blue and white sea water and a white dragon... Hey, even the "Five Kings Slaying Dragons" by Song Gang Wuji are all famous. Yes, is this the real thing? Wait, Zhao Boniu’s Little Tianyuan Building also has it?”

Open the first lid of the box, and there are all kinds of magic tools and treasures stacked.

Bai Shu played with the palm-sized, exquisite and small pavilion, and couldn't put it down.

Although the pavilion is no bigger than a palm, although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs, the pavilion is neat, and the furnishings are gorgeous.

As soon as Bai Shu activated his true qi, in an instant, he refined the Little Tianyuan Tower and stamped it with the brand of Yuanshen.

This is a small magic weapon, which can not only kill the enemy, but also trap the enemy. It is a proud work of Zhao Boniu, the master craftsman in his life.

Although the Small Tianyuan Building is only the size of a palm, if you include opponents in it, it will be extremely spacious and vast.

Bai Shu put his mind into the small Tianyuan building, and saw the vastness of hundreds of miles of rivers and mountains, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance, only the surrounding fields were green.

In the middle of this small world, there is only a small three-story building with the words "Little Tianyuan" engraved on it,

Except for the small Tianyuan building, the rest such as the Great Demon Slaying Sword, the Lotus Bowl, the Pearl Relic Building, etc. are also extremely precious magic weapons. Taken out alone, they are not inferior to the cloud chariot and the flying bow, and even surpass them.

Amid Xuankong's thunderous snoring, Baishu smiled and opened the second box lid.

Shentie...

A box full of divine iron.

Bai Shu twisted a piece tentatively, weighed it in the palm of his hand, and bit down again.

zizi——

It can't be chewed, it really is a magic iron!

This box, let alone twelve flying swords, is probably more than enough for 24 or 36 swords.

Bai Shu raised his eyebrows, and continued to walk towards the third heavy gold box.

Lifting the lid of the box, the inside is completely empty, unlike the first two.

At the bottom of the box, there was only one dark golden Tiger Talisman shining brightly.

Bai Shu's eyes stopped, he put the small Tianyuan tower in his palm into the Niwan Palace, hesitated for a moment, and twisted the tiger talisman.

It is three inches and four inches long and one inch and two inches wide. It looks like a tiger galloping to kill, with huge eyes and big ears. The talisman, Yangling Xinwei."

Three large boxes made of immersion gold, one box is a magic weapon, one box is a magic iron, and the last box is simply a tiger talisman for a soldier.

Bai Shu was silent for a while in the tent, but finally shook his head and sighed.

"Wealth and famous utensils are so important, I really don't know how to repay them."

He turned his head to look at the bed, and smiled at the silent shadow:

"What about you, is it an accompanying gift?"

In the house, there is another person.

The crimson armor hugged his chest, and the eyes under the visor were indifferent, showing no sadness or joy.

From the beginning to the end, whether it was Bai Zhu lifting the lid of the box or biting the Shentie with her mouth, she saw everything in her eyes.

"An Junchen is a senior general of the Xie family, and was promoted by Xie Shuye himself. An Junchen was the leader of the three Fengguan battles in Zheng Chu, and Yan Rui was from the Yan family in Taizhou. Unlike An Junchen, he guarded the Zhengwei Border Pass, as soon as he reached the fifth border, he was issued an edict overnight by King Zheng, and he was appointed as the Great General of Zhenguo, and the leader of Juwan Border Pass Wuxiu."

The man opened his mouth lightly, glanced at the tiger talisman in Bai Shu's hand, and continued:

"The thing in your hand is Yangling Xinwei's Tiger Talisman."

"What do you mean..."

Bai Shu looked at the woman he personally saved, and spoke to himself in a teaching tone.

He took a step forward, slightly bullying himself, with a half-smile on his face.

The young man with golden pupils had a handsome face, and there was a slight blush on his face, which was due to the lingering smell of alcohol.

The warm breath blew over the top of the head, and under the smiling golden pupils, the red armor that was originally full of confidence or high-spirited became a little flustered.

"What is Yangling Xinwei?"

Seeing her actions, Bai Shu narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled softly.

"After the battle between Zheng and Wei, the Yinghuo army released the black demon, and many people in the two borders were slaughtered by the black demon. An Junchen's confidant Xu Wen took advantage of this and spent a lot of money to recruit refugees from broken families and organize them into an army. Those people Stationed in Yangling City, so it is called Yangling Xinwei, the head of Xinwei..."

The female voice finally became annoyed:

"Why do you keep looking at me?!"

"Refugees?" Bai Shu withdrew his gaze, shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid this Yangling Xinwei is about the same as a miscellaneous soldier."

"Although you are a miscellaneous soldier, good and weak, but with this tiger talisman, you can be regarded as leading the army alone."

The female voice paused, then continued:

"Xinwei is the result of Xu Wenwen and Lin Zhengqing working together. One contributes money and the other contributes. Xu Wen is An Junchen's confidant, and Lin Zhengqing is Yan Rui's disciple..."

Her tone suddenly became meaningful:

"You are a mere Captain Zhechong, why are An Junchen and Yan Rui so flattering?"

"You are a mere Torch Dragon Guard, how can you trespass into Shangguan's tent?" Bai Shu shrugged: "If you enter without an order, according to the laws of the Great Zheng Army, you will be beheaded."

"I'm not Ju Longwei."

"I'm not just Captain Zhechong."

"But I have to say that I want you to be the governor, and I want to betroth me to you."

The calm voice spread lightly, and Bai Shu's face froze when he heard it.

He restrained his joking smile, stepped back a few steps, and looked solemn.

"The little monk Baishu, whose Dharma name is Xuming, studied under the eminent monk Wuhuai of Fengshan Temple."

The woman raised her eyes, and saw the handsome young man who was originally casual, but now he had a serious look and a very solemn tone.

"Monks should abide by the precepts, but betrothal is absolutely impossible."

"Can monks drink alcohol?" The woman sneered, "And then?"

"Seventeen this year, three levels of Yang Fu." Bai Shu reluctantly said: "It's just a captain Zhechong out of interest."

(End of this chapter)