Chapter 207: King Yan Formulates a Plan to Pacify Southern Xinjiang

The Chinese military tent.

Discussion again.

The epidemic in the army has been resolved, and many experts in refining gods are freed up.

The demon's plan failed, and there were still three days before the deadline. We took this opportunity to discuss how to eradicate the demon.

Zhou Yi moved from the end of the account to the second seat on the left, next to Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu admired the Book of Changes quite a lot, spoke in a low voice often, had ancient records at his fingertips, and knew everything about the sages' scriptures.

Zhou Yi responded humbly and asked a few questions from time to time, really looking like a good student.

Revealing the alchemy talent was already part of Zhou Yi's plan, and it coincided with a plague in the army, which would save some people from dying.

This is Zhou Yi's first identity. Everyone knows that he is a small official of the Yin Shen who is good at alchemy.

This person's status is neither low nor high, and he has unique alchemy skills, which makes him the most comfortable to use. .

The second identity is that he lives in seclusion and writes books as a demon slayer, discussing mysteries with Sanwu and other Yang Shen masters. There is also Yiqing who has the same dual identity. He builds Xianyun Yehe and is a Taoist Yangshen who is proficient in thunder and divination, and can gain many conveniences.

As for the third identity, he is the true immortal riding a bull, the sword immortal Luojing, the evil spirit who kills without warning, the fox immortal and the evil Buddha.

That's not all, Zhou Yi also has a fourth identity, that is, his name is on the list of gods, but his position has not yet been arranged. It must be a god whose status is low and inconspicuous, but closely related to the people's food and clothing needs, and whose merits are huge but not outstanding.

Zhou Yi's fifth identity is the Master of the Gods List.

Only those on the list can sense it, and currently only Hongluan Xingjun knows this identity.

Zhou Yi does not feel that he has many identities, and even feels that he has a few identities. People such as White Lotus Evil Buddha and Qingqiu Fox Fairy are too embarrassed to go out without having six, seven, eight or ninety identities.

At this time.

The deliberations in the tent are coming to an end, and there is only one thing left to reverse last night's defeat.

"Master Sun, I know that it is difficult to predict the secrets of heaven, so I promise you in private..."

Li Le said: "As long as you find the traces of the demon, in addition to the merits of the court, you can take any spiritual objects in Prince Yan's palace."

When it comes to this matter, if Sun Zhenren refuses to agree to it, and does not say that King Yan holds a grudge, it will be difficult for all the colleagues in the tent to get along with him.

Sun Zhenren hesitated for a moment and said: "Your Highness, I am a poor Taoist who is not good at learning. You can ask your uncle to do divination, but he has a surly personality and I'm afraid he will make a big noise."

"It doesn't matter, as long as we find the demon, it doesn't matter what the price is!"

Li Le said: "Master Sun studied under Yuan Jianzheng. Since he is a master uncle, he must be an expert in Tianji Palace, right?"

"Yes and no, my uncle violated the sect's rules and became an outcast."

As he spoke, he took out a talisman and put it on his forehead, pinched the spell with his hands, and recited the incantation orally.

After a while.

Sun Zhenren secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Your Highness Hongfu, my uncle has been cultivating quietly in the capital, and somehow he came to southern Xinjiang. He is only a thousand miles away from Feilong Ridge. I sent a message that I have a treasure to show you, and he will be here in a quarter of an hour. !”

Upon hearing this, all the masters of refining the gods looked at Master Sun with strange eyes.

That supervisor Yuan was a spy of the Tianji Palace, and his junior disciple became an abandoned disciple of the sect. The disciple was so filial, and he was really a good fellow disciple who loved each other.

"Okay, okay, God helps you!"

Li Le winked, and Qin Qiong, who was sleeping on the left, suddenly cast a spell to seal the military tent, isolating the inside and outside.

"I sent a message to my father last night. The dragon cavalry army was assisted by monsters and defeated five fronts in a row. My father angrily rebuked me for being incompetent and scolded Xu Ni for disregarding his old feelings. He ordered me to quickly regain the lost ground and defeat hypocrisy."

"The epidemic is fortunately over. After eradicating the demons, this is an opportunity..."

The eyes of the God Refining Master from the Demon Slaying Division of the Immortal Pension Division flickered with different expressions, and he looked at King Yan in surprise.

The top three generals in the army were all promoted by Emperor Jingtai, and some of them had a hot temper and wanted to refute Li Le.

Qin Qiong's gaze dropped with an aura as heavy as a mountain, telling these generals to shut up. However, he was dissatisfied in his heart and planned to report to His Majesty after the discussion was over.

The military report submitted by King Yan was already suspected of deception and cover-up. After eradicating the demon, it should be reported to His Majesty first.

"General Qi, I have often heard my father praise you for your loyalty. You may be in charge of the Zhenbei Army in the future."

Li Le said slowly: "I wonder if you have heard that General Yun unfortunately died in Feilong Ridge."

"The general will naturally know that Brother Yun sacrificed his life for the country and is a role model for us."

General Qi said: "Of course, please inform Your Majesty about the troop deployment!"

"Does General Qi know that after the death of General Yun, the Yun family suffered drastic changes?"

Li Le's voice gradually became cold and stern: "I don't know where it came from. Suddenly there was a young man who claimed to be General Yun's legitimate son and wanted to fight for power with General Yun's only son. But such a bizarre thing happened in the end. General Yun's only son was expelled. Get out of the house!”

Li Le's voice was obviously not loud, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of the generals in the tent.

Wufu is different from those masters in refining gods. He has a long lifespan. Even his direct descendants have passed down the family for countless generations, and there is not much family affection left at all.

Their lifespan is a hundred and fifty years old, and the older ones live under the same roof for five generations, while the younger ones live for three or four lifetimes. They are all legitimate children and grandchildren, how can we not love them?

For example, General Yun's only son has brought him to the military camp many times and has called many of the generals here uncle!

General Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, is this serious?"

"Will I make up lies that can be exposed immediately?"

Li Le glanced at the several indignant military generals and said, "What happened to the Yun family is not a special case. It is not difficult for the generals to help Brother Yun regain his family property..."

The generals in the tent no longer dared to judge the King of Yan. They sat upright and listened carefully.

"However, if something unexpected happens to the generals, no one may remember it in the future."

Li Le continued: "The longer the war in Southern Xinjiang drags on, it is difficult to say whether even the top three rank cultivators can survive. Xu Ni can invite a demon who can defeat five armies with one force, so he may invite a top first rank cultivator or even a super rank cultivator!"

"I am not afraid of death. Anyway, the clan house is watching, and the Prince of Yan's Mansion will not fall into the hands of others."

There was silence in the tent, and Li Le's words lingered in everyone's ears. The more they thought about it, the more they made sense.

Every top three rank cultivator in Dagan has a name, and the death of one of them in previous years could cause a lot of trouble.

On the battlefield in Southern Xinjiang, four were buried in Feilong Ridge alone!

Li Le's words were not only for the generals, but also for the spiritual masters of the Demon Slayer Division and the Immortal Salary Division.

These people have always been thinking of making merit in Southern Xinjiang, similar to raising enemies to protect themselves. As long as Xu Ni is not destroyed, merit will continue to flow. However, compared to his life and property, even if his merits are multiplied tenfold, it is not worth it.

"Your Highness, let's not talk about whether we can eliminate the demons, even if the plan goes smoothly..."

General Qi said: "There are many strange people under Xu Ni's command. Even if we launch a surprise attack, it will be difficult to complete the task."

"General Qi is right."

Li Le's eyes are meaningful. He is worthy of being a famous general in the army. He only needs to understand the seriousness of the situation with a little instruction.

"Uncle, Mr. Xie, please come in."

As soon as the voice fell, two figures appeared in the tent, one was a white-haired old Taoist and the other was a black-clothed scholar.

"Sanwu!"

"Xie Wushe!"

These two people are famous. Sanwu is needless to say. Xie Wushe is a great sage of the Legalists and ranks first.

This person is a die-hard supporter of the Legalist Shang Gong School. In short, he can rebel for ten years instead of three years, and he will be executed immediately if he rebels, and he will never delay until autumn. The big criminals tremble when they hear his name.

Li Le stood up and saluted, saying, "Please take a seat, seniors."

"Little Lezi is good."

When San Wu passed by Zhou Yi, he winked and made eyes, without any seriousness of discussing military and national affairs.

Xie Wushe's face was pale, his body was tall and thin, and his black robe was cold, and he looked like a stranger who should stay away from him. Only when he passed by Fan Wujiu, his muscles on his face were stiff and pulled, revealing a smile that was more sinister than crying.

"Besides Xu Fengxian, Xu Ni only has the Barbarian High Priest who is ranked first grade, and we have four of them, and we are unexpectedly carrying the power of thunder..."

Li Le's voice was like a stone: "We must finish the battle in one battle!"

The four first-grade people were behind Li Le, with a mighty power like a mountain, and they heard the bad news about the Yun family, and they were sad.

"Yes!"

Everyone in the tent responded in unison, and then they closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing, obviously not ready to leave the tent.

Such a big event, and suspected of abusing the order of His Majesty, Li Le would never allow any problems in the details.

After a moment,

Sun Zhenren received a message and said, "Your Highness, my uncle has arrived outside the military camp."

"Yes."

Li Le touched the seal of the commander, and a message came out. A soldier immediately took the order and left.

Soon, footsteps were heard, followed by a voice that Zhou Yi was quite familiar with.

"Little grandson, what treasure do you have to offer to your uncle? I actually predicted a very good fortune!"

The door of the tent opened wide, and a blind Taoist priest with a sloping foot walked in, walking with a crab-like step that didn't recognize his relatives, and kept wiping a copper coin in his hand, which was shiny and reflective.

When everyone heard the blind Taoist priest's address, the atmosphere could not be solemn at all, and a straightforward general laughed out loud.

"Where is the barking coming from?"

The blind Taoist priest looked at the source of the laughter, pointed at the general and said, "You are still laughing at me, the blood evil is covering the head, and within a day, there will be a bloody disaster. Don't forget what I taught you when you jump into the Forgetful River."

"You blind man..."

The general's eyebrows were raised, and he was about to get angry, but suddenly he thought of the blind Taoist priest's origin.

Disciple of the Heavenly Secret Hall!

In addition to the important matters just discussed, whether it is besieging and killing the insect-controlling monster or rushing to attack Xu Ni, it can be said to be full of dangers.

Even if the King of Yan has a great advantage, it doesn't mean that everyone is safe. Xu Fengxian is known as the warrior closest to the Martial Saint. He has been feared by the world for decades. He fought hard before his death. Who knows, he might drag a few people to reincarnation with him.

This general is straightforward, but not a fool. He felt guilty when he heard that the blood evil was covering the head.

"Master, I am a rough man, I don't know how powerful you are. You must help me break that blood evil shield!"

"Hmph! Master is very lucky today, I am in a good mood to save your life."

The blind Taoist counted with his fingers, attracting everyone in the tent to stare at him, and heard: "You barbarian, you are lucky, give that weapon to Master, and I will break your great disaster!"

"What weapon is Master talking about?"

The general pretended to be stupid, as if he didn't understand, waved his hand and sprinkled a lot of spiritual objects, trying to smile flatteringly: "Master, do you think these are enough?"

"Tsk! Just take some filthy things, the ones that slip through the gaps of Master's fingers are more than these."

The blind Taoist smiled and wiped the copper coin: "Master, I will wait for you to die, go dig graves, and the treasure that belongs to Master will be Master's after all!"

When he was proud, he flicked the copper coin with his fingers, and it fell into his hand with the front side facing up.

"Good luck!"

"Dig the grave..."

The general's face turned green, and a scene appeared in his mind. He had just been buried, and someone dug it up with a shovel at night, and searched for all the treasures buried with him, without even filling it with soil.

I must not be buried with treasures after I die!

No, why should I die?

The general suddenly became clear-headed, and simply took out a black weapon from the storage bag and handed it over with a look of regret.

"Please help me, Taoist priest!"

This weapon is three feet long and looks like the head of a halberd painted by Fang Tian. It is rusty and has experienced many years.

"Easy to say, easy to say! The old Taoist will help the general to solve the disaster."

The blind Taoist priest had super fast hands, put the weapon into his arms, and then pinched the magic formula with his hand, and a emerald green light fell on the general's head.

"Is this the end?"

The general touched the top of his head and used his true energy to explore the inside and outside, but found no changes at all.

The tip of the halberd looked tattered and had an unusual origin. It might be related to the whereabouts of a top magic weapon. The general suddenly felt regretful.

"Repented? Master Tao never takes advantage of others."

The blind Taoist priest took out the tip of his halberd again and said, "You take back this weapon, and the Taoist takes back the calamity-relieving magic. Let's clear both sides!"

"Forehead……"

The general hesitated immediately, as if this Taoist was really capable, and finally said helplessly: "Master Tao, put it away, this thing has no chance with me!"

"It's good to know."

The blind Taoist priest put away his weapon, turned to look at Master Sun, and said, "It's a small profit. What treasures does my grandson have for my uncle?"

"I've met my uncle."

Sun Zhenren stood up and saluted, saying, "It's not that I have a treasure, but His Highness King Yan is willing to use any treasure to ask my uncle for a divination."

"King Yan? Impossible!"

The blind Taoist priest counted with his fingers and said, "How could you, my little grandson, be able to deceive the secrets of heaven and deceive me, my uncle?"

Then he looked up, raised his brows, and stared at King Yan with empty, dark eyes.

"Military and national events are too important for cause and effect, and old tricks are not included. Farewell!"

Li Le said quickly: "Don't leave, the real person. There are countless rare treasures in the little prince's palace. You only need to make a fortune and choose as you wish!"

Just now, Li Le looked at the blind Taoist priest and easily took away a treasure from the third-level martial arts master. Just by looking at the general's face, one could tell that the tip of the halberd was extraordinary, which was enough to illustrate the Taoist priest's ability.

The military commander seemed stupid, but he was not. A truly stupid person would never be able to master the martial arts.

"Exotic treasures? Haha, the most precious thing in your house is a pure Yang elixir."

The blind Taoist priest calculated for a moment and said: "The Taoist master is not blessed to accept the treasure given by your majesty today. His highness, King Yan, can keep it for himself."

The other people in the tent didn't have any other meaning when they heard this. They just thought that the Taoist priest knew the importance.

Li Le didn't think so. He knew that the elixir was different, and taking it might bring bad luck.

"The real man has such a clever plan that I am astonished by it."

Li Le stood up, bowed to the end, and said: "Tens of millions of people in the three states of southern Xinjiang have suffered from wars. I hope that the real person can make a fortune for the people!"

"Now that the secrets are chaotic, it is difficult to predict military and national events."

The blind Taoist priest backed away repeatedly and said, "If you continue to blame for such a big cause and effect, and if the Taoist divination continues, you will lose ten years of life!"

As he spoke, he tossed the coin lightly, tails facing up.

"The omen of great misfortune has slipped away..."

A divine light appeared under the blind Taoist's feet, but Qin Qiong's magical restrictions could not stop it.

Besides, divination must be done voluntarily. Otherwise, if I say a few words to you casually or tell you the opposite on purpose, it will be very bad luck.

Li Lezheng was at his wits' end and thought that the great opportunity would be lost. If he wanted to pacify southern Xinjiang in one fell swoop, he didn't know what to expect.

Suddenly a cough reached the ears of the blind Taoist priest who had half his foot out of the military tent.

The blind Taoist priest suddenly stopped, then stood on one foot and turned around stiffly.

"A poor Taoist thinks over and over again, how can his lifespan be as long as that of ordinary people!"

"However, Pindao has a condition..."