Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 99 Hibiscus Cultivation

A few days later.

The three Luye brothers and Pan Furong gathered in the same room.

Wang Hu held a storage bag with swollen eyes and a proud expression on his face.

"Brother, I have been neglecting my practice these days."

"I used my magic power day and night to refine this storage bag, and finally opened it."

"Let's see if there's any good stuff."

"Look at my old temperament..."

Wang Hu rubbed his hands, opened the storage bag, and put his hand in to touch it.

A few pieces of pink obscene clothes...

His face darkened and he continued to touch.

Several sets of silk Confucian skirts...

Wang Hu's face turned darker and he touched it again.

This time it was a pair of pointed silk shoes.

Wang Hu's face almost fell to the ground. He still didn't believe it and continued to explore.

Rouge, gouache, jewelry, jade hairpin, gold and silver...

He was so angry that he cursed.

"What kind of immortality does this Taoist girl have?"

Wang Hu had to reach out and touch again.

Zhang Cunyi was so anxious that he spoke out.

"Second brother, stop touching it. If you touch it again, it will be gone."

"You're so lucky!"

Wang Hu still retains the last bit of stubbornness.

"Just once, the last time!"

He held his breath, reached out tremblingly, and took out something again from the storage bag.

This time it was a book, and everyone gathered around it with a roar.

Wang Hu even blushed with excitement.

"Haha, my hands..."

Before she finished speaking, Pan Furong blushed and turned away.

Everyone took a closer look and found that the book showed two goblin villains fighting, and it also wrote about the thirty-six postures of fighting. It turned out to be an illustration version of the magic in the room, but it had nothing to do with cultivating immortals.

"...It really stinks..." Wang Hu lowered his face to complete his words.

He finally gave up his position, and everyone looked at Lu Ye. To use the storage bag, you must have magic power. The only candidate left in the field was Lu Ye.

Lu Ye smiled and reached inside.

First, he took out a pink handkerchief. Under the stimulation of the magic power in Lu Ye's hand, it bloomed with a faint light. At first glance, it was a magic weapon.

Wang Hu was extremely upset and hated himself for not persisting.

The others said "Oh" and became interested.

Especially Pan Furong took the handkerchief over and played with it carefully in her hand.

This handkerchief is made of soft cotton and feels comfortable in the hand. It looks like it belongs to a woman and fits her aesthetics.

Lu Ye continued to reach into the bag, but this time he pulled out a book.

Pan Furong turned her head sideways first, then turned around after hearing Lu Ye's surprise sound.

"Miss, it's a skill."

Lu Ye handed the book over and saw a few big characters written on it - Three Yin Lotus Jue.

Everyone gathered together to study and found that this is an illusion technique suitable for women, and it can be practiced to perfection, but it lacks powerful attack methods.

Judging from the explanation in the text, this method is a fair and peaceful way, and it is also good for beauty, especially suitable for Kun Xiu practice.

This explains why the flower-scented Taoist nun brought a bag of flowers with the monk and joined them to explore the treasure.

Lu Ye simply turned the storage bag upside down.

This time there were a few more jade slips and bottles.

Everyone has not yet reached the first level of Qi training, and their spiritual sense is not enough to explore the contents of the jade slips, so we can only wait until later.

"Brother, this jade token looks familiar..." Wang Hu took out a dusty jade token.

He casually touched the storage bag at his waist and took out another jade plaque.

It was the people who killed a monk and found an ordinary jade token from a pile of women's obscene clothes he collected.

Wang Hu put the two jade tablets together, but there was nothing interesting about them.

He had an idea, and a trace of magic power emitted from his hand. Sure enough, white light flashed, and the two jade cards merged into one.

He withdrew his mana.

The two jade tablets were separated again.

"I'll take a look with my spiritual sense..."

Now that he has laid the foundation stone, he is the only person present who can use his spiritual sense to "view" the information retained in the jade slips.

"Hey, it's so strange. It looks like a sub-map, but it's missing a piece and it's incomplete."

"I'll copy the drawing onto paper another day, maybe it will be a treasure."

So everyone decided to put all the female Taoist things, except the Three Yin Lotus Art for Pan Furong to learn, and put all the other things back into the storage bag or bury them in the ground.

Lu Ye has just entered the Tao, has not yet successfully laid the foundation, and does not have that much mana to drive this storage magic weapon.

As for Wang Hu, he already has a storage bag on his waist. Carrying another one on his shoulder is just for the nouveau riche and of no great use.

"Just wait..." Pan Furong was full of confidence, "Isn't it just a Taoist book?"

"I can learn it right away!"

a few days later.

Pan Furong was so proud that she called the three Lu Ye brothers over and held out her finger.     "Look..."

"what……"

"It was obviously fine last night..." Pan Furong's face changed drastically, "Why is it gone..."

Lu Ye said warmly.

"Miss, don't worry, you will succeed if you try a few more times."

But Pan Furong couldn't mobilize her magic power no matter what she tried.

Wang Hu was happy and raised his head quite proudly.

"Miss, this cultivation depends on your talent!"

Zhang Cunyi said leisurely with a resentful look on his face.

"Miss, I was like this back then...and it's still like this one year later."

"Don't worry, maybe you'll get better one day?"

Pan Furong was really anxious.

"No, I obviously succeeded last night..."

"It shouldn't be, how could this happen?"

Thousands of miles away.

"It shouldn't be, how could this happen?"

Taoist Priest Qingyang stood on a tall and upright lookout car and was also confused.

He was in a large camp.

Outside the camp, the two armies faced each other. The core area of ​​the battle alone stretched for more than ten miles. From places beyond sight, the sound of fierce fighting could still be heard.

At this moment, the Chuang flag was shaking and the Jin flag fell to the ground.

Countless rebel soldiers were shouting and running, high-spirited, chasing and killing the enemy bravely.

The officers and soldiers on the opposite side were completely defeated. Hundreds of thousands of people spread across the entire land and ran for their lives.

It was obvious that Chuang Po Tian had just achieved a crucial victory.

This is a key battle taking place in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

Chuang Potian has now become the well-deserved soul of the Northern Refugee Army. Since he led his troops out of the province, he has defeated several anti-kings who are not weaker than him or even far stronger than him.

Like flying on grass, racing a thousand miles, Shi Taisui and others.

After annexing these people's tribes, Chuang Potian's army at this time was as many as 200,000, including tens of thousands of elite horsemen, and it had become a powerful force that could aspire to dominate the world.

In the entire north, apart from the officers and soldiers, no one had such momentum against the king.

Chuang Po Tian was outstanding in the north, and attracted numerous opposition forces to defect to him. His strength grew like a bubble, and there were even cities guarded by countless officers and soldiers who came to join his team.

The battle in front of them was exactly the lineup assembled by the Jin State's mobile officers and soldiers from all over the north.

The governor-general Huang Renlong, who has made great achievements in fighting the bandits internally and resisting the enemy externally, is joined by five governors, dozens of generals, deputy generals, guerrillas and other generals.

His Majesty the Emperor took out all the gold and silver from the inner treasury, and even sent the elite soldiers who guarded the Imperial City to the front of the battle line. It can be said that he had searched for every last copper in the Imperial City.

It can be said that the imperial court collected the last bits of wealth and supplied them to the front line for the decisive battle with Chuang Po Tian.

This battle attracted the attention of the whole world.

If Chuang Po Tian wins, the emperor in the capital will be buried up to his neck in the soil and will only be able to survive.

If Chuang Po Tian fails, then the Jin Kingdom might be able to breathe a little easier, maybe for another few decades.

however.

When the battle between the two sides began, the officers and soldiers were not under each other's control, and the problems of each other's opposition were exposed. Hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers seemed huge, but in fact they were just divided into teams of tens of thousands.

Governor Huang Renlong had no choice but to divide the huge number of officers and soldiers into three groups. He relied on money and food to control more than 100,000 people with the governor as the core to form the middle army. The other governors and general soldiers were divided into two groups according to their factions.

Huang Renlong also knows the virtues of his colleagues and does not have high requirements for them.

He decided to do the hard work on his own, chasing after Chuang Potian's old camp, and devoted himself to helping the court to eliminate the evil that was in front of him.

If Chuang Po Tian continues to develop, the Jin Kingdom will really change its dynasty.

Huang Renlong asked again and again.

"Everyone, charge directly to the opposite military formation, destroy the enemy camp, and kill the rebels. I will do all the work together."

"You guys just need to build strongholds at key points and send out all your troops. We don't want to defeat the enemy in front of us. We just need to protect my left and right wings and cover the way back."

"As long as you defeat this rebellion and report victory to the Holy One, your contribution will not be lost. You will be rewarded by the Duke at your fingertips."

"Everyone, the rise and fall of the Jin Dynasty depends entirely on the kings in this battle!"

Chuang Potian also made arrangements accordingly.

He did not give in, and boldly concentrated the elite of the entire army in the central and rear troops led by himself, went straight to the location of the governor-general, and attacked head-on.

In addition, a small number of elites were sent to lead the front, left, and right armies to monitor and deal with scattered officers and soldiers.

The result was that elite officers and soldiers faced off against the core of the rebel army, killing mountains of corpses and seas of blood. There were several times that number of cheerleaders from both sides around, shouting and cheering.

After three consecutive days of fierce fighting, Huang Renlong commanded hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers to advance and retreat in a controlled manner, and paid out the full amount of white cash rewards on the spot. The fierce generals and warriors in the army served bravely, and were beaten back and forth.

In more than ten battles over three days, Chuang Potian barely won a single one, and the best was only a long draw.

However, he has many people and strong blood, and his style is tenacious, which also caused a lot of casualties to Huang Renlong's deployment.

However, in the eyes of Huang Renlong, who is experienced on the battlefield, the morale of the old rebel camp is gradually declining. As long as they lose one or two more battles, the opponent will be unable to hold on.

After all, Chuang Po Tian gained momentum too quickly, and even his subordinates were all warriors who had seen blood. However, war was a cruel art, and it was still no match for the elites of the imperial court led by Huang Renlong.

Unexpectedly, news came yesterday.

The other two armies of officers and soldiers actually collapsed one after another even though the governor's center army still had the upper hand.

The reason is funny. In a big battle that day, the officers and soldiers killed the rebels. Hundreds of thousands of horses and horses were scattered on the plain. In the chaos, the rebels fled.

There was a rebel army of several hundred men. They were led inadvertently behind the official army by a road idiot who didn't know what to do. Seeing that they could not get through the thick enemy camp and return to the rebel camp, they had no choice but to capture a small county town. There is a defensive place when besieging officers and soldiers.

To put it bluntly, it is just trying to survive in the midst of death and struggling stubbornly.

(End of this chapter)