Chapter 25 Flying Sword Speed

Hot breath flows and blood leaps like fire.

Bloody fine lines containing fiery meaning condensed on the spine of the sword, penetrating the dark dagger.

Chen Yuan was holding the short sword, the death energy from his body being continuously poured into it, following the blood marks, and seeping into the sword body!

As the death energy leaped, Chen Yuan's whole aura couldn't help but rise. The overflowing death energy entangled together, like invisible flames, covering his body and spreading towards the outside world!

Outside the tent, Zeng Rouniang, Zhang Que and others were frightened for a moment. They instinctively sensed the danger and even found it difficult to breathe!

"Then...General Zhenwu is practicing his skills inside?" Lu Lu's hairs all over her body were trembling with fear. "I've never felt this sense of oppression from Master! There's actually a tent across the way!"

She didn't dare to make any noise, but had the urge to stay away, so she turned to look at Zeng Rouniang.

Zeng Rouniang stood outside the tent with a solemn face. Although she was breathing rapidly and standing restlessly, she relied on her will to endure and had no intention of leaving.

The more times like this, the more she wants to see him!

Waiting makes their days seem like years.

After a while of burning incense, the frightening feeling slowly dissipated.

Several people were already soaked in sweat, and the guide had already left in a hurry.

Inside the tent.

Chen Yuan calmed down.

He looked at the Wo Qiu Sword in his hand and had a thought.

Uh-huh!

There was a flash of blood on the sword, and it rose into the air, flying in the air with extraordinary flexibility.

"go!"

Chen Yuan squeezed the Seal Technique with his hand and used the Shinto thought in his left arm to control and drive it. The dagger immediately turned into a cold light and rushed out of the camp in the blink of an eye. He traveled thirteen miles in an instant and then turned back again!

Outside the tent, Zeng Rouniang's hair on her temples was swayed by the breeze caused by the sword's return.

There was a cold feeling on the back of her neck, an extreme warning sign that exploded in her heart, causing her whole body to tremble.

Taking a deep breath, Zeng Rouniang looked at the tent in front of her as if facing a formidable enemy.

Buzz!

Inside the tent, the dagger swung around and hung in front of Chen Yuan. He raised his hand and flicked it.

Ding!

Amidst the crisp sound, the sword blade trembled slightly, and the cold light was like water.

Nodding with satisfaction, Chen Yuan swept his long sleeve and put the dagger into its sheath.

"There are no divine thoughts yet, and we cannot imprint too many restrictions on foreign objects. We can only infect the flying swords with Yin blood and death energy, and use more primitive blood sacrifices. However, although the flying swords refined through such sacrifices have limitations, they can still be combined with The Shinto Thought can also reach 70% of the power of a normal flying sword, with a few killing moves at most."

Thinking about it, he considered that if there was a chance, he would still have to refining a sword pill from scratch in the future.

"The Qiu Sword is made of good material, not ordinary steel, but it is still inferior to the sword pill that can be connected with the monk's heart and blood. After all, the sword pill can be recited and refined every day. It can be as big or small as you want, and as fast or as slow as you want."

With this in mind, he stood up and said to the outside of the tent: "Zhang Que, bring the guests in."

Zeng Rouniang and others' visit had already been noticed by him.

"Here!"

When Zeng Rouniang was led into the camp, she looked at the young man sitting at the top wearing a Taoist robe. She was stunned for a moment, then recovered, took a deep breath, suppressed all her doubts, and said, "Zeng Rouniang, Longcheng, have seen Zhen Zhen General Wu."

Chen Yuan had no intention of getting up to greet him, but instead asked: "I heard from Zhang Que that the governor of Longxi County is also named Zeng. Who is he to you?"

"It's my father." Zeng Rouniang answered, her eyes moving. From the moment she walked in, she felt a vague pressure hanging over her body, and she felt very uncomfortable, just like when she was in front of her father.

Behind her, Lulu walked quickly, not daring to take a breath. Then she caught a bit of heat that had not completely dissipated, and she became more and more confused.

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze from the two women and said, "It turns out you are the daughter of the county governor. You came to Jincheng instead of visiting the aristocratic family. Why did you come to see me?"

Zeng Rouniang resisted the pressure and said: "After hearing the general's achievements, I came to ask for advice on military tactics."

The person who led the way hurried over and said as soon as he came: "The general doesn't know something. General Zeng is a heroine. He went into battle to kill the enemy and has a great reputation. This time he heard about the general's deeds and came here to pay a special visit."

"It turned out to be a heroine, disrespectful." Thinking of Liu Yisheng before, Chen Yuan sighed, "I just got a chance, but it's not as good as you who killed me with one knife and one shot."

"The general is humble..."

"It's not humility, it's the truth." Chen Yuan said sternly: "I can see, General Zeng, your mind is on the battlefield, but Chen Mou is not here. If you come to ask me about military matters, you are really asking for the wrong person." ”

Beside him, Zhang Que couldn't help but look sideways, secretly thinking that although our general is powerful, he is a genius at chatting.

Sure enough, Zeng Rouniang was startled when she heard this.

What's the meaning?

If you don't have this ambition and you become famous in the northwest just by doing it casually, then who am I?

Zeng Rouniang was also arrogant in her heart, and she was under heavy pressure. Her mood was ups and downs just now outside the account. At this moment, she was a little bit arrogant and said: "I will stay in Jincheng for a while. I will ask for advice when I have time in the future, so I won't bother you today." The general is resting."

After saying that, he led Lulu and turned around and left.

When the leader saw it, he smiled bitterly and hurriedly chased after him.

Looking at the two women leaving, Zhang Que smiled and said: "General, you have angered this bitch now. She has a great reputation in the northwest and has many suitors. She took the initiative to visit you, but was rejected and spread the word. , the trouble is not small.”

Chen Yuan shook his head and said: "Do you think she really wants to ask for advice on the art of war when she comes here at this time? You are wrong, she is here to scheming. If I say more to her, I will be in constant trouble. I am too lazy to deal with women, then It will only slow down my practice."

Zhang Que hesitated to speak, with a strange expression.

Zeng Rouniang and Lulu walked forward indifferently.

After walking for a while, Zeng Rouniang asked: "Why are you so silent? At any other time, you would have been chattering about that person being rude and arrogant."

"Rou Niang, listen to me, that General Zhenwu is very dangerous!" Lu Lu breathed out, with lingering fear in her heart, "If you can avoid provoking him, it's better not to provoke him."

Zeng Rouniang frowned.

Lu Lu smiled bitterly and said: "His aura is even more majestic than my master's. I'm afraid he really has the rumored cultivation! And... and... I always feel like he is hiding some kind of murderous weapon. Standing next to him, my heart is beating with fear. , It seems like he can take my life with just one thought."

"One thought can take your life? You are at the fifth level of Qi and blood. Even if he is innate, he probably won't be able to do it, right? Besides, military matters are not all about cultivation."

When Zeng Rouniang said this, she changed the topic: "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's go see Chen Tang first. Regardless of whether General Zhenwu is true or false, he has such a high prestige among the Jincheng soldiers. Chen Tang must be the one who suffers the most. You may be able to get useful information from Chen Tang’s mouth!”

Lu Lu felt bad, knowing that Zeng Rouniang's competitive spirit was aroused, and she was probably thinking of overpowering the young man in Taoist robes.

Rolling her eyes, she said: "That general is unreasonable and arrogant, but there is actually something good about him."

Zeng Rouniang was startled and asked: "Where is the best place?"

Lulu said: "When the old men see you, they will always wonder how a woman like you can command troops. Only after you teach them a lesson and show off your skills will they realize how powerful you are. But this fake general is It’s not surprising at all, isn’t it better than others?”

It would be fine if I didn't say it, but if I did, Zeng Rouniang's face turned gloomy, and she sneered: "He has completely underestimated me, and he is too lazy to think more about it."

Lulu was stunned and knew that she had made a mistake.

However, their wish to visit Chen Tang was in vain. When they arrived at the Jincheng barracks, they found out that the original garrison general Chen Tang was seriously ill and lay on his bed, unable to get up again.

Now, his brother Chen Mian is in charge.

"It's so miserable." Lulu couldn't help muttering when she heard Chen Tang's fate.

"Niece of the Zeng family, you came just in time!"

When the new acting commander got the news, he immediately came over in person!

"Uncle, I need your help!"

When they arrived at the main hall of the main hall and sat down in order, Chen Mian sighed and complained.

"They delay my orders as long as they can, and do it perfunctorily if they can't. It's not as good as that... that General Chen's words! It's really too much! Alas!"

Chen Mian seemed to be angry as he spoke, and slapped his hand on the table, his face full of grief and anger.

Lu Lu stood aside, scornful in her heart: "I have no authority as a general, how can I blame others?"

Seeing that Zeng Rouniang was unmoved, Chen Mian changed the topic again: "Uncle, it's okay for me to suffer some grievances. After all, this matter was caused by the clan brother. He didn't notice it for a moment, was embarrassed and lost his military morale. But After all, these are our troops from the northwest. We cannot really let a son from an aristocratic family from the east take them away. Otherwise, in the future, when others talk about young generals from the northwest, he will probably be the only one named Chen Shi..."

"Uncle Chen, it's better to put away the method of provoking generals." Zeng Rouniang sighed, "I just came from General Zhenwu. He doesn't look like a person who can fight for power."

"So you've seen him." Chen Mian smiled and was thinking about how to step down.

Zeng Rouniang took the initiative and said: "But General Zhenwu has not regarded himself as a member of the Northwest Allied Forces. If he really takes over the power in the army, there may be hidden dangers. I will stay in Jincheng for a while. After a while, naturally We can see who is more suitable for this city, Uncle Chen or General Zhenwu.”

Chen Mian was stunned, then nodded and said, "With the support of you and Longcheng, my uncle, my situation will be different."

Next, the two of them talked some more, and then Zeng Rouniang stood up and left.

When she returned to Jincheng's residence, Lulu couldn't help but said: "Chen Mian is full of scheming, don't let him fall into his trap and be used as a gunman."

"When I come here this time, I also need to understand the reality of Jincheng. Chen Mian has a little plan, which can be used by me." Zeng Rouniang said, changing the subject, "You said that the fake general has a high level of martial arts? It is impossible for such a person to have no background. , you might as well write a letter and inform the masters of the situation, and see if the masters of Huangliang Road can identify his origin. "

"That's fine." Lulu nodded, then reminded: "However, due to preparations for the Huashan Grand Ceremony, Master and others are busy, and masters and disciples from various sects are also coming. I'm afraid they won't be able to distract themselves too much." There may not be a reply.”

"It doesn't matter, just try your best."

Lulu felt relieved and wrote a letter that night, took out the specially raised carrier pigeon and flew to the sect.

Next chapter, about half an hour later...