Chapter 587 Sixth Military Advisor
Four skills of being a sect leader.
Ask for advice with an open mind (I will kill you if you don’t tell me!)
Show concern for others (Are you mentally ill!)
Advise subordinates (None of your business!)
Draw cakes to appease hunger (Put these cakes drawn by this sect leader into his mouth and eat him to death!)
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Zhang Moshen’s "My Diary" Chapter 3658
A few days passed in a flash.
Sect Leader Zhang stayed in Dragon Snake Country.
This broken place is certainly not as good as the God’s Grace Country.
Not only are there fewer servants, but the servants have also changed from monks to ordinary people.
In terms of techniques, it is really far behind.
Sect Leader Zhang now needs to clean up his own ass.
Although Sect Leader Zhang also thinks that it is not good for the God’s Grace Country to exploit people like that. But I have to say that it is really cool to be a god’s messenger there.
No wonder they all like to stay in the rear.
It is a bit too euphemistic to say that the front is tight and the rear is tight and eating!
It is definitely not just tight and eating!
Although the treatment in the Dragon Snake Kingdom was average, fortunately there were no tasks, and no one knew him here, so he was completely free.
It took Zhang Mo and Tang Ji two or three days to go around the city.
Zhang Mo suddenly found that when he was not wearing the God Envoy Star Suit, he was not as useful as the token that Tang Ji took out.
Otherwise, Zhang Mo would have to fight for a private room with others!
Zhang Dazongzhu hadn't fought for things with others for many years, and he was really a little uncomfortable.
It's a pity that the other party was also quite timid. When he saw Tang Ji take out the token of the alternate God Envoy, he knelt down directly.
He didn't give Zhang Dazongzhu a chance to show off and slap his face.
There was no way, Zhang Dazongzhu could only let him slap his face.
Eating and drinking.
Xiaoxiao and free.
Don't say it, as long as there is no war here, it's still pretty good.
It's a pity that Zhang Dazongzhu had just been here for a few days, and the war started again.
According to the news, the Wuji League once again attacked the territory occupied by the Palace of God, trying to break through the Palace of God's defense and rush to the Three Tribulations Mountain.
This battle was not small. The Palace of God sent two divine envoys, several alternate divine envoys, and hundreds of preachers. The Wuji League also sent a lot of strong men. The two sides fought in the Snow-covered Mountains not far from the Dragon Snake Kingdom, and it seemed that the battle was still difficult to resolve. So much so that the chief envoy Cang Daoji immediately summoned his subordinates to prepare for the next battle.
But these seemed to have nothing to do with the great envoy Zhang.
Zhang Mo was even too lazy to ask. Anyway, if the Palace of God lost, I would just run away.
This broken war, whoever wants to fight can fight!
Of course, for his own safety.
Zhang Mo did not dare to go out and wander around. He began to wander around the palace in the center of the Dragon Snake Kingdom, as close as possible to the vegetable garden of the chief envoy Cang Daoji.
This is not called cowardice, this is called breathing nature, which is good for physical and mental health.
Wandering around the palace with an elbow.
There is a saying that after a meal, you should walk a hundred steps before eating a big pork elbow!
As soon as he reached the door of the meeting hall, a monk came out.
He bowed first, and then said:
"Sir, the Lord Master invites you to discuss the war in the hall."
Zhang Mo looked around, then pointed at himself and said: "Talk to me. What does it have to do with me? What are you discussing? Who did you just say called me?"
"Lord Master Cang called you!"
The monk bowed again.
Zhang Mo's face suddenly turned bad. How could he digest his food and cause trouble.
But since it was someone else's territory, he couldn't refuse their face. After all, the elbow was made by someone else.
Helplessly, Zhang Mo could only follow the monk into the meeting hall.
As soon as he entered, Zhang Mo saw two divine envoys wearing star clothes, and there were more than a dozen alternate divine envoys.
They all looked a little surprised when they saw Zhang Mo, as if they wanted to know why Zhang Mo was also called here.
Zhang Mo only saw that in front of the long table, apart from the main seat, only the left hand seat closest to the main seat was left.
This position was obviously very bad, and it would be easy to be the target of public criticism.
But it seemed that there were no other seats left for him. He couldn't sit opposite the main seat. It seemed like he was going against the main seat.
There was no way, Zhang Mo could only sit down with a stiff upper lip.
The divine envoy next to him extended a friendly hand and said, "I am the divine envoy Kuimu. May I ask who you are, brother?"
Zhang Mo immediately remembered his pseudonym and replied, "Old Six, just call me Old Six."
The divine envoy opposite also extended his hand and said, "Hello, brother Six, I am the divine envoy Doumu. What are you doing here, brother Six?"
Zhang Mo said, "Nothing, just playing."
Immediately, the two divine envoys and the alternate divine envoys frowned?
Playing?
This is a place of great contention, who is so bored to come here to play?
As he was talking, Zhang Mo saw a silver cat suddenly appear on the main seat.
Quickly, Zhang Mo changed the subject and said, "Whose cat is this? It's pretty good-looking!"
As he said that, Zhang Mo wanted to touch it.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the silver cat slapped it away with one claw.
Don't say, it's quite strong!
Oh, you little cat, you dare to scratch me!
Zhang Mo stared at the cat and said, "Whose is this? This cat is a bit fierce, no one wants me to take it back and stew it. Damn it, do you think I can castrate you!"
After saying that, Zhang Mo was about to lock the silver cat's throat.
Eat this sect master... huh?
But as soon as he stretched out half of his hand, the silver cat suddenly changed like water.
Quickly, it became a figure Zhang Mo recognized.
That's right, it was Cang Daoji's mastermind, Aunt Cang. She changed into silver clothes today.
Zhang Mo's hand froze, and Aunt Cang looked at him and said, "You want to stew me again, right?"
Zhang Mo took back his hand and said, "You are not that great king... Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."
Fortunately, he didn't say the word "eight", otherwise he might not be able to leave this hall today.
Zhang Mo was really confused.
Yesterday he was a great turtle, today he was a silver cat.
What on earth are you?
Aunt Cang obviously wouldn't explain it to him.
Seeing that everyone else was looking at him strangely, Aunt Cang pointed at Zhang Mo and said, "This is my... military advisor. His name is Lao Liu, let's get to know him."
Aunt Cang originally wanted to say that Zhang Mo was her apprentice.
But Zhang Mo's "provoking the master" behavior just now really made her unable to say it. So she simply changed the statement.
"Military advisor?"
The Kuimu God Envoy and the Doumu God Envoy were both puzzled.
Is there such a position in the Temple of God?
I have never heard of it. Isn't it all decided by the top, and the bottom can only discuss it at most, and then it's done?
But since Grand Master Cang had said so, no one else dared to refute.
They could only look at Zhang Mo and say, "Meet the Sixth Military Advisor."
Zhang Mo also nodded.
"Hello, everyone."
Aunt Cang raised her hand to shut everyone up, and then said, "Okay, let's get started. Let's talk about the current situation."
Envoy Kuimu immediately took out a map and said, "The Wuji League's offensive is fierce, but it is not enough to break through the Snow-Sealed Mountains. The key now is that the movements of the Jiedian and Youyuan are difficult to grasp. I strongly suspect that the Wuji League is just a feint. The real power is gathered elsewhere, intending to break through our defenses in one fell swoop."