Fengshen Wendaoxing

After these three generations of disciples were selected by the Twelve Immortals, they brought them back to the mountain to teach art and teach them to practice.

Before going down the mountain, they had hardly ever dealt with any of their colleagues.

This can be seen after everyone went down the mountain, did not know each other, and even fought.

Among these contemporaries, there are not many who have interacted with Lu Chuan, and only two of them are counted down.

Yang Jian, Nezha!

But when it comes to understanding Lu Chuan, Nezha is not as good as Yang Jian.

After all, the two have studied art together in Yuquan Mountain for several years, and they are considered very deep in terms of friendship and understanding.

But for several years in Yuquan Mountain, he didn't see a serious fight with him until he got down the mountain, and he always looked like a fool.

He is stronger, but it seems that Lu Chuan is not much weaker. This is the conclusion in his mind.

This scene today seems to confirm this.

Several people looked to the opposite side, Mo Liqing and the three had already led the army to withdraw towards the rear camp.

At this time, the shouting people became Xiqi's army.

They shouted excitedly, cheering for the victors such as Yang Jian and Nezha, their voices rising like waves.

After the victory, their momentum suddenly rose.

Huang Tianhua got off the unicorn, with a solemn expression, looking at the place where only Mo Lishou was standing.

"Junior Brother Huang, what's the matter with you? I don't seem to be happy to win."

Feeling a little strange, Yang Jian and Nezha walked over.

"Look." Huang Tianhua said, pointing to the ground.

A few people looked surprised and saw a few feathers scattered on the ground. Two of them were intact, and three were broken in pieces.

"this is……"

Everyone was puzzled, only Yang Jian's eyes condensed, and he squatted down and picked up the feathers to take a look.

"Mo Lishou would have died under my heart nails just now." Huang Tianhua shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, one of my great achievements is gone."

In the city.

The hall of Xibehou House.

Hearing the cheers, the princes waited for the result in silence.

No one was speaking for a while.

When I looked at Jiang Ziya and Ji Fa, I saw that they were expressionless, and they were also waiting.

The atmosphere is a bit solemn.

Soon the spies came in.

"Report, Lord Hou, Prime Minister, our army won a big victory, General Yang defeated several enemy generals, and the merchant army has retreated."

The spies also had excitement on their faces.

Jiang Ziya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Ji Fa also relaxed.

"Victory?"

All the princes' eyes fell on the spy at once, and they couldn't believe it, feeling whether they had heard it wrong.

Won?

How could it be possible that Xiqi's first general, Nangong Shi, died, how could he still win?

So many generals have died just now, and they are all brave and famous. They didn't win but were defeated by a few unknown people?

Everyone thought about it but was puzzled.

But one thing is certain at this time.

All the princes looked at Ji Fa's gaze, and suddenly they were a little different.

It seems that Xiqi is not as simple as they imagined!

Jiang Wenhuan and E Shun's eyes converge like a heart, and a ray of unspoken light flashes.

This is not good news for them.

Dashang is here, and they and Xiqi are allies.

But after the death of Da Shang, they will all be opponents on the road to the king's hegemony.

They also don't want this opponent to be too strong.

...

Yin Shang is in big camp.

Huh!

A ball of fire fell from the sky, shocking all the soldiers who remained behind.

As soon as they were about to take action, the fire quickly dissipated, and one person with another injured person on his shoulder appeared in front of them.

Lu Chuan and Mo Lihong.

Although they retreated last, it was the two of them who came the fastest.

Mo Liqing and the three were still leading the army to withdraw on the road.

Mo Lihong was seriously injured. First, he was injured by Jinzha Muzha's flying sword. The wounds all over his body were staggered and he shed a lot of blood.

After being counted by the two brothers again, the internal organs were damaged, and the red skin looked a little pale.

"Master Lu, Marshal?"

The army was surprised when they saw the two men who appeared.

Lu Chuan took Mo Lihong into the big tent and let him sleep on the bed.

"Master Lu, much..."

Mo Lihong looked at Lu Chuan, his astonishment persisted, and a bit more embarrassing blush on his face.

Well, his skin was already red, and now it was like a cooked prawn, he didn't even dare to look directly at Lu Chuan.

Along the way, they were puzzled by Zhang Guifang and Han Rong's respect for Lu Chuan.

What civil officials are the generals afraid of because they are near the court and are afraid of speaking badly in front of the king?

Others are afraid, but a few of their brothers are not afraid.

During this expedition, Zhang Guifang asked Lu Chuan to go with him to help.

They were amused at this, and laughed at him as a civil servant, what use he could do on the battlefield.

Could it be that Zhang Guifang was afraid that Xiqi, who he could not beat, would be beaten down by their brothers, and took the credit, and deliberately sent people to drag them back and cause trouble?

It's just that they are not easy to refuse.

help?

They don't expect it at all.

I only hope that Lu Chuan will not cause trouble to their brothers.

On the road, maybe he knew Jinliang when they made fun, so he just laughed and didn't speak much.

Of course, they didn't say too much, after all, they were also ministers of the same dynasty.

But who knows, this talented person is a real person without showing his face, showing his face...

Mo Lihong's face was hot.

Today, the Master Lu slapped him in the face with his strength.

But not only was he not angry, he was very grateful.

Otherwise, he will undoubtedly die just now under the siege of the two brothers.

I want to say a word of thanks, but when he thinks of making fun of others before, his face is hot.

It's hard to speak.

"Standing outside, let the military doctor, uh, the marching doctor wait outside after taking a pot of hot water."

Lu Chuandao, although the medical skills at this time were underdeveloped, at any rate Shennong had created it for the human race and was slowly developing.

This army marched all year round, and casualties were commonplace.

Therefore, each army will have several military doctors, but they are called marching doctors here.

"Yes!"

The sergeants led away.

"Marshal demon, hold on a little, I'll heal you."

Lu Chuan had a cold expression, and sat cross-legged behind him, and Zhenqi's luck healed him.

...

"Fourth, how are you?"

The three of Mo Liqing strode and returned to the camp with the army.

Halfway through, Mo Lishou held the shoulder that was hit by the heart-shaped nail with one hand.

It was a penetrating injury, which was very serious. At this time, the blood flow was unstoppable and the pain was unbearable. The painful man also grinned.

"Small, bastard, using a hidden weapon to hurt people is **** me off."

Although Mo Lishou was in pain, he refused to admit defeat.

"I don't know how the second brother is now."

Mo Lihai worried: "But this Lu...what on earth is he from? He saved the second brother just now, right?"

Seeing that Mo Lihong was about to die, their brothers were going to desperately desperately.

As a result, Lu Chuan rescued Mo Lihong more quickly and told them to retreat quickly.

They saw with their own eyes that Lu Chuan forced the two brats with two palms, then turned into a ball of flames and soared away.

Although they have seen this, they always feel a little bit unbelievable when they think of Lu Chuan's weak writing.

"It's him. I didn't expect this Master Lu to be so skillful, not to mention that he is also capable of channeling skills."

Mo Liqing suddenly said: "It's no wonder that Marshal Zhang always respected him and asked him to help us~www.readwn.com~ Mo Lihai and Mo Lishou looked at each other, their expressions and gazes Called a complex.

Mo Lishou said with some uncertainty: "He seemed to have helped me block that kid's hidden weapon... right?"

That Zhanxin nail is too powerful, it's like a golden lightning fast, how can you guard against it even if you can't see it clearly?

"Don't delay, go back to Daying as soon as possible."

Mo Liqing said: "Look at how your second brother is doing, and then I will find a way to heal your injury."

Daying was not far away, and soon they came back.

As soon as I arrived at the Chinese Army’s Great Tent, I saw the marching doctor had been waiting, and there were others carrying pots of hot water.

"Several marshals, Master Lu is helping Marshal Red to heal, let you..."

As he was talking, suddenly the curtain of the big tent was lifted and Lu Chuan walked out.

Mo Lishou and Mo Lihai looked at Lu Chuan with embarrassment, but they didn't know how to ask.

"Go in and take a look, he is no longer a serious problem."

Lu Chuan said: "You doctors also go and treat the marshal's wound."

Mo Li Shou and Mo Li Hong quickly entered.

"The General Marshal stayed, now I have something to discuss with you."

Lu Chuan said to Mo Liqing.

Mo Liqing stopped in amazement and said, "Master Lu, please tell me."

"Retreat." Lu Chuan said.

"retreat……"

Mo Liqing looked incomprehensible: "How can we retreat before Xiqi is defeated?"

"First, the two marshals were injured today and their combat power was impaired. Second, the marshals lost their magic weapon and their strength declined."

Lu Chuan said, "If Xiqi sent someone to rob the camp tonight, the three of us would not be able to stop the five."

PS: I caught a cold last night, and the thief is uncomfortable. I will write the second update. In winter, everyone remembers to keep warm.

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