Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 773 Lonely Sandbar
Fang Jianming's expression tightened, and he hurried forward, felt his pulse, his expression darkened, and asked: "Drunk old man, were you injured by the great venerable Wala?"

The drunk Taoist smiled wryly, and said: "I thought my 'seven-turn profound energy' could be broken by no one, but I didn't expect that the finger force I gave him was broken. Child, you must be careful when you fight against this person in the future. finger force."

Hearing that he cared about him so much, Fang Jianming couldn't help but burst into tears. He suddenly remembered the "Child and Mother Longevity Bottle" on his body, and hurriedly untied his waist pocket, took it out, used the energy on the bottle, and stuck it on the drunk Taoist. Said: "Zui Lao, this is the longevity bottle, you always try to exercise your skills."

The drunk Taoist glanced at the two bottles in surprise, tried to exercise his skills, and his face was happy, but soon his face darkened, and he said: "Son, please put away the longevity bottle, although it can cure me my injuries, but I can't recover my martial arts." After speaking, he pushed Fang Jianming away.

Fang Jianming was in a hurry and wanted to stick the "Mother and Child Longevity Bottle" on his body. The drunk Taoist's tone became rude, and said: "Stinky boy, the old Taoist has lived for more than 100 years, and he is already satisfied. Without martial arts, the old Taoist lives in the world , what's the point? If you do well, you will fulfill the old way."

Fang Jianming was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Shangguan Wucuo, with a slight smile on Shangguan Wucuo's mouth, he said, "My child, don't save me either. This old man will feel lonely when he goes to see the King of Hades alone. He must worship me as his teacher in the next life." The drunken Taoist said: "Go ahead and dream."

The two of them smiled "haha", with joyful expressions on their faces, and they didn't take death seriously at all.

Fang Jianming looked up at the God of Sword, God of Sword gave him a wink, and said, "Son, these two old fellows know what you want. Since they don't want to live, you will fulfill them." Although he said it lightly , but I can't help being a little sad.

Fang Jianming silently put away the "Eternal Life Bottle", just happened to see Dongfang Tianjiao's questioning eyes, knew what she wanted to ask, and said: "Tianjiao, let me talk about the Longevity Bottle when I have time." Here you go."

At this time, Zhu Hongshou thought she was tired from dancing, so she stopped and put the Silver Dragon Sword back into its sheath, her eyes were a little red, and she knew that she shed a lot of tears when she was dancing the sword. , Cao Jiyun and Zhuo's brothers and sisters also just treated the injuries of other injured people, and the field was suddenly silent.

Not long after, the drunk Taoist broke the dullness with a laugh, and asked while laughing, "Old gambler, how long can you live?"

Shangguan Wucuo smiled "haha" and said: "Old drunkard, I will live as long as you can." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and shouted: "It is better to be alone than to be happy together, give me your wine gourd. "

The drunk Taoist gave him the big gourd, and saw that he took three gulps, and his complexion improved a lot.After Taoist Zui asked for the big gourd from him, he drank the wine in the gourd in one go, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it from him, and his complexion improved.After shaking the wine gourd to make sure that there was no alcohol, the drunken Taoist smacked his lips unsatisfied.

"Hey, God this thief is really cruel. Since I have set a time limit for you and me, why don't you let me have a good drink? Wine gourd, wine gourd, you have been with the old man for so many years, the old man is really a little bit uncomfortable I have the heart to throw you away." He said, and was about to throw the gourd away cruelly.

Fang Jianming hurriedly stopped him, and said: "Old Zui, I know you always like to drink, if you want to drink, I'll get it for you right now, so that you two can drink enough."

The drunk Taoist was very happy, he opened his mouth and smiled, and said: "You know me, Fang boy."

Fang Jianming took the wine gourd from his hand and was about to leave when Cao Jiyun came up and said, "Brother Fang, let me go."

Fang Jianming shook his head and said, "Brother Cao, I can still do this little thing, so I don't need to bother you."

Dao Shen said: "Ming'er, I know that you can still fight with others now, but when you go, you must not be arrogant, and don't make us wait."

Fang Jianming said "Got it", glanced at everyone on the field, turned around and flew away.

Ever since seeing Fang Jianming, Zhuo Ling's expression seemed a little unnatural. She really wanted to be afraid of seeing Fang Jianming, but she wanted to come up and explain something. When Fang Jianming saw her with his eyes before leaving, she only felt that she was Too "sorry" Fang Jianming made it clear.

After Fang Jianming's figure disappeared into the distance, she walked gently to Cao Jiyun's side and said in a low voice, "Brother Jiyun, are you not injured?"

Cao Jiyun glanced at her tenderly, and said with a smile, "I'm fine. Didn't you often tell me about Brother Fang before, why didn't you say hello when you met him?"

Zhuo Ling blushed and looked at him strangely.

Zhuo Hong walked up and said with a smile: "Brother Cao, why haven't you figured out what my sister is thinking? Do you have to let me guide you?"

After hearing this, Zhuo Ling was ashamed and angry, and said: "Brother, why are you making fun of me?" After stomping his feet, he ran to Long Biyun, asking Long Biyun to make decisions for her.

Long Biyun looked at her, smiled, seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, lowered her voice, and said, "Sister Zhuo Ling, I understand how you feel."

Zhuo Ling was stunned, with trouble on his little face, and said softly: "Sister Long, am I too stupid, am I a little capricious."

Long Biyun smiled, took her little hand, and said in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear, "You are not stupid, let alone capricious. My sister knows that you have had a crush on Fang Lang, and you know why. ?"

"why?"

"If you think about it carefully, you will know. What I just want to tell you now is that since you already know who you really like, don't think too much. Cao Shaoxia is a rare man. So good, what are you not satisfied with?" With a wry smile, he said: "Compared to Cao Shaoxia, 'he' is far inferior in some respects, although this is due to his personality, But my sister sometimes can't laugh or cry over it, and can only sigh how she met this little enemy."

After hearing her words, Zhuo Ling felt a slight fever on his face, lowered his head and said nothing, but thought a lot in his heart.That's right, she had a "good feeling" for Fang Jianming, and this "good feeling" has been maintained for many years.However, if you think about it carefully, you can explain it.

Everyone has a "dream lover" in their hearts.Her "dream lover" used to be Fang Jianming, because when Fang Jianming met her for the first time, he didn't buy her at all, which caused her little heart to fluctuate quite a bit.

After growing up, her affection for Fang Jianming became stronger and stronger, and it was not until she saw Fang Jianming again that the affection stabilized.At this time, Fang Jianming was no longer the Fang Jianming who didn't buy her back then. He was very kind, which disappointed her a little, but she still regarded him as the "dream lover".

It wasn't until she met another man, Cao Jiyun, that her "dream lover" changed.

This is very natural, everyone will have a "dream girl", and as time goes by, it will change due to the things experienced.However, for some people, the first "dream lover" is a lingering shadow in this life, such as Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng sat alone in the tent.This tent is her temporary boudoir, even her brother would not dare to enter without her consent.A furnace of sandalwood brought a delicate fragrance to the tent. If there is a stunning beauty with fluttering skirts around such a tent, it will definitely add a lot of color.It's a pity that Zhou Feng is still dressed in men's clothes.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Zhou Feng slowly got up and walked behind the curtain.Not long after, when she opened the curtain, she has "transformed" into a stunning beauty comparable to the eight beauties of martial arts.The beautiful blue hair is casually draped over the fragrant shoulders, the proud and delicate body is overwhelming, and a pair of beautiful eyes, when they flash, are so beautiful.

Since Zhou Feng became sensible, he especially likes to wear men's clothing.Wearing men's clothing, she has an awe-inspiring aura.Growing up in the desert, she longed to soar high like an eagle.Probably because she is used to wearing men's clothes, she always felt a little awkward when she changed into women's clothes.

But this time, the previous awkwardness could no longer be found. She wrapped her fingers around her hair and bit her bright red lips lightly. Suddenly, she felt like crying.

She is 24 this year. What does it mean to be 24 years old for a woman, especially in ancient times?Self-explanatory.However, she rarely finds that kind of mood as a woman.She originally thought that she would devote all her energy to the revival of Dayuan in her whole life, but after being deprived of her virginity by Fang Jianming, she really realized that she is not a man, she is a big girl .

She hated Fang Jianming, and at the same time, she was in a woman's state of mind, and she also hoped that Fang Jianming would treat her well.However, Fang Jianming didn't understand her thoughts and opposed her again and again.

With a sigh, Zhou Feng plucked his hair from his temples, and read softly: "In the absence of a moon, a sparse tree hangs, and a person's first tranquility is broken. Whoever sees a lonely person coming and going alone, is a lonely shadow. Startled but turned back, there is no one to hate Save. Pick all the cold branches and refuse to live, the lonely sandbar is cold."

This is a noun from Su Dongpo's poem. She read it quietly, and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, which made her feel very sad.

Suddenly heard footsteps, outside the tent, a woman's voice said: "Princess."

Zhou Feng recognized who it was, and hurriedly said: "Sister Yang, come in." A Mongolian woman with a haggard face came in, it was Yang Liuyue.

Seeing Zhou Feng put on women's clothes suddenly, Yang Liuyue's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile: "Princess, after you put on women's clothes, you are not under Long Biyun at all." After finishing speaking, she realized that she had slipped her mouth.

Zhou Feng didn't blame her, and asked, "Sister Yang, have you finished your business?"

Yang Liuyue sighed: "I sworn a sworn relationship with Yu Donghai. Although I often warn myself of my true identity, sometimes I regard him as my father and brother. How can I ignore him when he died in battle? Princess, Thank you for allowing me to collect his and Kong Boduan's corpses and let them rest in peace."

Zhou Fengdao: "Although they are hostile to us, I also admire their behavior. It is reasonable, and I will not let his corpse be exposed in the wilderness."

After a brief silence, Yang Liuyue raised her head and smiled, and said, "Princess, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's so lively outside, why don't you go and have a look?"

Zhou Feng asked back: "What about you?"

"Me?" Yang Liuyue smiled wryly, with a trace of sadness written on her face.

"Sister Yang, you are still thinking about Hua Tianyun."

"Yes, I'm thinking about him, maybe he's already on his way here now."

"It's already too late for him to come. The Emperor Ming is in our hands, and hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers were destroyed in the civil castle. He is helpless. I only hope that he can see the situation clearly and not be stubborn to the end."

Yang Liuyue smiled lightly, the laughter was full of emotion, and said: "Some people decide to do something, even if they die, it is impossible for him to back down."

In the battle of Tumubao, Wala can be said to have won a complete victory. Although some Ming soldiers escaped in the fight, most of them died on the battlefield.Among the ministers accompanying the army in the Ming Dynasty, more than 50 people including the British Duke Zhang Fu, the Minister of War Kuang Ye, the Chief Assistant Cao Nai, and the Consort Duwei Jing Yuan died in battle or committed suicide. Only a very small number of ministers escaped with their lives.

From Grand Master Wala's point of view, it doesn't matter how many Ming soldiers he killed, what matters is that Zhu Qizhen has been his prisoner.With the emperor in hand, wouldn't the Great Ming Dynasty be at your fingertips?
After fighting fiercely for a long time, even hard-working people would feel tired. In addition, after capturing Zhu Qizhen, they couldn't help being a little bit elated, so they ordered the army to retreat ten miles away and set up camp to celebrate the victory.

Of course, when they retreated, the Oirat soldiers did not retreat empty-handed. A large amount of luggage, mules, horses, armor, and weapons were given to them, because the Ming army discarded too many weapons when they fled. Also abandoned a lot.

If the Civil War is a gamble, then this big gambler has already won most of Zhu Qizhen's family fortune.As for Zhu Qizhen, even he himself became a bet and was captured first, so he can only be a poor guy.Also want to kill him first, just a word.

Relying on his superb lightness skills, Fang Jianming sneaked into the camp of the Wala army without anyone noticing.His main purpose this time is to "steal wine". In addition, he also wants to try his luck to see if he can find Zhu Qizhen.Although his luck has always been good, the Wala barracks can't see the end at a glance, it's more than a dozen miles away, and finding someone is harder than going to the sky.

Although the Wala barracks was in celebration, there were also night watchmen there. It was good to be able to avoid the eyes and ears of the night watchmen. Therefore, when he "stealed" a gourd of wine, even Zhu Qi None of the ghosts in Zhu Qizhen could be seen, and he could only sigh in his heart, dispelling the idea of ​​looking for Zhu Qizhen.

Seeing the Oirat soldiers singing and laughing to celebrate their victory, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.Although he hated how fierce these people were on the battlefield, when he thought about it carefully, his thoughts were too naive.On the battlefield, the opposing sides are engaged in a game of life and death, can they not be vicious?If it is not fierce, how can it be a battlefield?

Sometimes, thinking too much often becomes a kind of imprisonment and a kind of shackle.Like these Wara soldiers, they laugh when they should laugh, and are ruthless when they should be ruthless, which is probably a manifestation of their true temperament.

While he was thinking wildly, he suddenly saw that there was no sound in the tent on the right. His heart moved, and he touched it quietly. After listening carefully, he only heard a young man's voice saying: "Hurry up, if my father finds out that you are here." , you can't escape even with your wings."

It was the voice of Zana, Prince of Wala.

"Hey, who is he talking to? The tone doesn't sound like one of his own." Fang Jianming thought to himself.

"Prince Zana, I came here this time just to meet my brother. If you know where he is locked up, please tell me. I will definitely repay you."

Hearing this voice, Fang Jianming was shocked, and said to himself: "Princess Heroine? Why is she here?"

(End of this chapter)