Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

  Chapter 209 Might not die!

   From Zhongjing to Dongcang, it is more than ten thousand miles.

  If you want to speed up, Yun Siyao can naturally take Chen Luo to ride the wind and fog, and fly directly. But as the future city owner, Chen Luo must understand the traffic routes of ordinary people.

  From Zhongjing to Luozhou, turn the waterway north to Leya City in Lanzhou, and then turn to the land road to continue north. This is the fastest way for ordinary people to go to Dongcang City.

"In those days, Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty was born supreme, and his eyes were full of eyes. He was placed in high hopes by the human race. Unfortunately, after he ascended the throne, he was arrogant and tried to attack the semi-sacred with the power of luck, but he failed and fell into the devil's way. The canal raised a dragon girl, built a dragon boat hall, and enjoyed it every day. In the end, it annoyed the Xingchenhai dragon clan, and was abandoned by the Confucian and Taoist families, which led to the collapse of the dynasty and the birth of a new dynasty.”

   On the rickety boat, Yun Siyao leaned against the eaves, listened to the sound of the canal water slapping against the boat crew, threw a candied fruit into his mouth, and chatted with Chen Luo.

   "There was a great scholar in the past who once wrote a poem. The teacher said it was very reasonable."

   "Follow the road and die for this river,"

   "Up to now, thousands of miles have been attached to Tongbo."

   "If there is no dragon boat in the Water Palace,"

   "There are not many meritorious deeds of the Common Sage."

   Chen Luo nodded, even if it was a half-sage, it was only a few hundred years.

   The shade of trees is always there, and the river flows endlessly.

   Life is a lifetime, and plants and trees are in autumn. When you are alive, you talk about the value of life, and after you die, you talk about the meaning of life.

  Chen Luo originally thought that writing a book and opening the way was the meaning, but when he really left Zhongjing City, he felt that the world was huge, and he should do more and better.

   Hearing Yun Siyao talking about the Wanli Grand Canal, his arrogance rose for a while, and he unconsciously thought of comparison.

  Then let’s start from Dongcang City.

  Chen Luo looked at the north, the fishing fire swayed under the night, and he let out a light breath.

   "The dark moon sees the fishing lantern,"

   "A lonely little firefly."

   "A little wind and waves,"

   "Scattered like a river of stars."

   Luo Hongnu, who was peeling Chen Luo's oranges, made a move in his hand. Yun Siyao, who was leaning lazily, looked at Chen Luo with a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

   Later generations "Dongcang City Lu" records: When the saint came out of Beijing at the beginning, he felt that the overall situation was like a dark night, and the lofty ideals were like Yingying lonely lights. I wish to rise from the wind and waves and spread the stars all over the night sky. Shigong said: From now on, those who speak of juvenile ambitions will say "a single lamp is full of stars"!

  …

  Northern Region, Yuanzhou.

  Three hundred cavalry galloped on the snow-covered northern defense line, and everyone was covered in snow.

   This is the mighty man of Yuanzhou.

Since Chong Qifang reported it, they learned the charm of "Zhao Yun" from "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and soon received an order from Wanren Mountain's mighty mansion, ordering him to select three hundred magnificent soldiers from the soldiers who understood "Shen Yun". Shi, go to Wanren Mountain.

   As the seed of the seed family, he also received a letter from the seed family.

   In that letter from the family, Chong Qifang learned that the people who mentioned "Zhao Yun" in the comprehension of heroic spirits in battle formations reported in various places were all powerful warriors, and they paid special attention to the military situation.

  Whether the strong and mighty people survive depends on whether they can pass the assessment of the "God General's Camp".

   But Chong Qi was worried in his heart. During these times, he and his compatriots also had a magical connection, condensing the phantom of the general with white horse and silver armor.

   However, he was not like the rumored "Guan Yu", like a **** descending from the earth, riding his horse forward, beheading the enemy, but staying on top of his own army formation.

   I don’t know if it’s just my own group or everyone else.

   doesn’t make sense, is there any condition required?

   During this time, Chong Qifang followed various suggestions from his subordinates, such as bloodletting, drinking angrily, and even trying to hold a piglet in his arms, but to no avail.

   Is it really necessary to hold a child?

   It would be better not to have this battle formation heroic spirit!

   Hesitating in his heart, the lieutenant stepped forward: "General, ten miles ahead is Wind Snow Castle."

  All kinds of Qi Fang nodded: "Enter the fort to repair for an hour, and continue on the road."

"Yes!"

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  Wanren Mountain.

  Standing on the viewing platform, Han Qingzhu looked far into the distance, the blue light in his eyes flickered, his line of sight crossed the limit, and saw the red clouds.

   That is not under heaven, but the sky of barbarians.

   That red glow is the blood agglomeration naturally released when the barbarians gather on a large scale.

  The North King’s estimate was accurate, and the barbarians had already started a tentative attack across the board.

The purpose of    is very simple. The Terran will fine-tune the position of the Great Wall of Righteousness every once in a while, and have used it to trap the barbarians several times. Therefore, the barbarians often try to find out the specific distribution of the Great Wall of Righteousness before a large-scale attack.

   "There is news from Zhongjing that Chen Luo is going north." Xin Jiaxuan, the king of the north, suddenly appeared and said lightly.

"It's good to come to the north!" Han Qingzhu smiled lightly, "Zhongjing is a mud pond, look at the thousands of streets and hundreds of squares, it is a chain, an iron lock, in the world, it is just a place where dragons are trapped. "

   "This kid has a chance to fly in the sky when he leaves Zhongjing."

   "I have to say, Sage Zhu is a good teacher. He plans every step of the disciples carefully and carefully, and there is no lack of tempering."

   "Although the north is the front line, the will of the saints is focused, and the Li Fang family dare not make any small moves."

   "That kid is also a slick, unexpectedly choosing Dongcang City, obviously in the hinterland of the front line, but it will not face the frontal impact of the barbarians, it is a good place. It depends on whether it can be managed."

  The corner of the mouth of the old king of the North also smiled slightly: "In this way, it will be more convenient for me to urge the book when I want to."

  Han Qingzhu nodded: "I have issued a military order to Yang Hanzi in Yuanzhou Tianbo City to build an additional channel to connect Tianbo City and Dongcang City."

   "Let's not mention the other books first, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is of great benefit to the war situation and cannot be neglected!"

   "Yang Hanzi plans to form a battalion of adept archers to fight against the enemy in wartime and urge books in his spare time."

   "If there are any more disturbing chapters, they will fly thousands of miles and be nailed to the city wall of Dongcang City. Let's see if he is afraid or not!"

   Xin Jiaxuan laughed dumbly, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "How is the strong man?"

Having said this, Han Qingzhu also restrained his smile, frowned slightly, and shook his head: "We have reached 900 strong men, but in the battle, that Zilong Xuying refused to move forward. Finally, he released it. The barbarian captives were killed by the charge of the mighty warriors."

   "I really don't see any effect."

  Xin Jiaxuan also showed doubts on his face: "It doesn't make sense. Judging from the heroic spirits of Guan Yu, Xiahou Dun, and Sun Ce, Zhao Yun is supposed to be a fierce general.

  Han Qingzhu shook his head: "I don't know, when Chen Luo settles down, ask him."

After    finished speaking, he sighed again: "Only a person of mighty might can understand Zhao Yunying's spirit. If it is useless, a person of mighty might might become a swan song."

  Xin Jiaxuan also had a heavy expression and disappeared directly.

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   Blizzard Castle.

   After eating the pancake in his hand at will, he poured two sips of water, Zong Qi Fang walked to the front of his mount, a stream of righteousness emanated from his body and entered in front of the mount.

  The mount of the mighty warrior is the unique horse of the Northern Territory. It is said that there is a trace of the blood of the barbarian in his body, so he is not afraid of the impact of the blood of the barbarians, and dares to face the barbarian army.

   Every heroic warrior can get a galloping horse when he is young, nourished by his own arrogance and righteousness, inseparable from each other, and is a true brother on the battlefield.

   In the Northern Territory, killing a Leiju is the same crime as murder.

"Dude, I'll give you something to eat when we get to Wanren Mountain." Chong Qifang patted Ben Leiju. Their rations were replaced with low-grade ones, and Benleiju's horse food was naturally inferior to before. Leiju put his head into the manger and devoured the fodder for the common horses, planting Qiqi and feeling sad for no reason.

Suddenly, the thunderbolt horse's ears perked up and he raised his head to look towards the north of Snowstorm Castle. Seeing its reaction, Zhong Qi was startled. Voice: "The barbarians are attacking!"

  All species ran out of the stables and shouted loudly: "The Strong Camp! Assemble!"

  …

   "About 700 Xuanzi troops are coming to the enemy..." The guard master said quickly to the crowd, "I have 1,600 Confucian scholars in Fengxuebao, and it is still possible to fight. Everyone, arrange and prepare to respond to the enemy."

   "Wait a minute!" Chong Qifang walked into the garrison tent, frowning slightly, "Lord Liu, among the 1600 scholars you mentioned, you don't seem to count my 300 strong men?"

   The master guard looked at Zhong Qifang and explained, "I can handle this battle with Snowstorm Fortress, and no foreign aid is needed. The military order is to let Er and others go to Wanren Mountain quickly, and you can leave."

   "Liu Renhou, have you ever seen an army that avoided fighting?" Chong Qi exasperated, "Do you look down on me and other mighty men?"

"The seeds are all released, you don't know what's good or bad!" Liu Renhou slapped the table and stood up, "Once the majesty is out, there are three out of ten. You have a heavy responsibility to go to Wanren Mountain, how can you break it down in my wind and snow castle. ?"

   "What's more, my father is also a mighty man!"

   "You have to prove that the mighty are still mighty!"

Hearing Liu Renhou's last sentence, Chong Qifang froze slightly, turned his head, looked at the many troops in the army tent, and sighed: "Seven hundred mysterious barbarians, even if you win, there will be few. alive."

   "I'm waiting to charge ahead, at least three to five hundred more people can live."

   "What about you guys?" One of the team laughed lightly, "Three hundred Zhuangwei for three hundred ordinary scholars? Weren't we at a loss?"

   "Don't talk too much, generals, hurry up, hurry up! Don't interfere with us waiting to meet the enemy."

  Chong Qifang looked at Liu Renhou and snorted coldly, "My ministry is not under the jurisdiction of Guier and others."

   "Let's see the enemy and go, the mighty man is really dead."

After   , Zhong Qi released the curtain of the military tent and walked out.

   Outside the military tent, the hooves of the galloping thunder galloping loudly.

   Everyone looked at Liu Renhou, and Liu Renhou sighed: "With the generals as the core, cooperate with the Zhuangwei Camp!"

"Yes!"

  …

   The wind and snow fluttered.

  Three hundred Zhuangwei camps are lined up in the north, and people are silent, as if they are gathering a force.

   A black cloud appeared on the snow line and quickly approached the Wind Snow Castle.

   In the blink of an eye, the black cloud reached a position where the line of sight could clearly see it, a group of barbarian soldiers dressed in black fur.

   The wolf-shaped beast that sat down had a huge mouth, and water dripped down the road.

   "Black Cloud Man!" Chong Qifang let out a sigh of relief, his old rival.

  Black Cloud Barbarian is the most common raiding unit in the barbarian army. It wears black skin and sits with a wolf beast.

   "Three hundred feet! Respond to the enemy!" Chong Qi shouted loudly, and the mighty man behind him was full of vigor, wrapping himself and the galloping horse under him.

   "Mighty!"

  Chong Qi Fang took the lead in rushing forward, and the three hundred warriors rushed towards the Black Cloud Man.

  Liu Renhou stood on the city wall of Fengxuebao, as if he saw a white lightning pierce the shady curtain.

   "Out of ten, three out of ten!" Liu Renhou sighed, this time, he was afraid that the entire army would be wiped out.

   "No matter what, we must rescue General Chong!" Liu Renhou thought in his heart, raising his arrogance and righteousness, ready to take action at any time.

   Suddenly, Liu Renhou's pupils shrank, as if he saw something strange.

   At this time, Chong Qifang was rushing towards Heiyun Barbarian, listening to the whistling wind in his ears, looking at the ugly face of the barbarian in front of him, and clenching the weapon in his hand.

   A mighty man is a man who can kill Confucianism, a man who can fight hand to hand with barbarians.

   "Mighty!"

   shouted one after another, and at this moment, everyone had the will to fight to the death.

   The silver-white verve radiated from the bodies of the three hundred heroic warriors, and finally condensed a phantom of the heroic spirit of a white horse and a silver spear above the army formation.

   Zhao Yun!

   At this time, the phantom floated above the army formation, and also rode with the army formation.

   In this regard, Chong Qifang and others are not surprised, it was the same before.

   It was just the moment when the two armies fought, and the mutation suddenly occurred.

  The white horse under Zhao Yunxuying's seat suddenly neighed, and an angry shout sounded in the ears of all the mighty men.

   "I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

  The phantom suddenly fell into the formation, and a phantom of Zhao Yun appeared beside every heroic warrior, protecting the warriors and fighting side by side with them!

  Chong Qi was relieved, and instantly understood that Zhao Yunxuying would only trigger fighting intent when he rushed into the formation. The condensed phantom protects the mighty warriors, greatly enhancing the defense force of the mighty warriors, making them invincible and invincible.

   "Majestic!" Chong Qifang raised his head and shouted, his voice full of fun.

   "Majestic!" Three hundred people shouted in unison.

  …

The   700 Heiyunman's army formation was not thick, only a dozen feet, and in the blink of an eye, all the seeds were released and they were pierced.

   Turning the horse's head, Zhao Yun's shadow is still there.

   "Strong power!" Zhong Qi Fang led people and rushed to the Black Cloud Man again...

  …

   Seven in and seven out, there are no more living Black Cloud Man outside the Snowstorm Castle.

   Zhao Yun's phantom dissipated.

   In this battle, 700 Black Cloud Barbarians and Zhuangwei Battalions were completely wiped out, 120 were slightly injured, 36 were seriously injured, and no one died!

  Zhi Fang was covered in blood, and his left hand was broken and bent unnaturally.

   He looked at the black cloud barbarian corpses all over the ground, a giant mountain collapsed in his heart, and his thoughts were clear.

   He suddenly looked up and laughed:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

   "The Mighty Man~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Immortal!"

   "Mighty man, mighty!"

   The sound shook the sky!

Cold Knowledge 1: Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty, was originally "Sui Guogong", and the established dynasty was the country's name "Sui", but because the "辶" of "Sui" has the meaning of walking and stopping suddenly, it is not auspicious, so it was changed to "Sui". The original poem was "a thousand miles of waves", but in order to conform to the world view, it was changed to "a thousand miles of waves";

   Cold Knowledge 2: The poem "Fishing Fire" was written by Zha Shenxing in the Qing Dynasty. So don't mess with this.

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   In addition, today is the return of the remains of the eighth batch of Volunteer Army martyrs, and we pay tribute to the memory with "prosperity and immortality"! !

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   Finally, ask for a monthly pass! ! Eighty thousand went up. . .

   (end of this chapter)