Chapter 182

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date="2021-01-20"

title="Chapter 182 "

weight="123323"

series = ["The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path"]

mode = "manual"

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A few days later, the spies who stayed in Weichuan reported that it was the cavalry of North Xia who had also explored the terrain of Weichuan.

Choosing the first war in Weichuan was actually quite a gentleman's behavior.

It is true that Southern Xia occupies high ground, which can relieve the pressure of the cavalry charge. However, this place is an open plain after all. Compared with the rugged and most damaging mountains, it is very conducive to North Xia's offensive. The two cancel out, who Did not suffer.

And Weichuan is a very important position.

In the Great War between North and South Xia that year, North Xia pushed forward the front layer by layer, ending at Changyang City, and Mingjin retreated.

And Weichuan is just five miles outside Jubei Pass-it is said that when you dig down from the ground of Weichuan, within ten feet, you can see the black blood, which is the remains of the blood flow in the battle of the South North Xia. .

Regardless of the outcome, after this gentleman's first war, South North Xia will be completely torn apart. On the battlefield, it is common to win a big victory at one go, but it is rare to die and then live. Therefore, the battle in Weichuan can only be won, not defeated.

The army camped in Jubei City.

The yellow sand desert is full of dust, and when the sun sets, there is no limit. The 100,000 armored army in Jubei City did not hear any more noise.

The ditches that blocked the cavalry outside the city, the canine-toothed bristles of the city wall, and the observation deck where the city can be seen ten miles away have all been properly repaired.

The remaining two passes of Zhenyuan and Anning on the north-south border have all entered a state of preparation for war, preparing for the North Xia cavalry.

In the whole city, the only relaxed people may be Ling Su and Qing Lu.

Qing Lu was punished by Ling Su because of his misbehavior and did not conform to the appearance of a disciple of the sword pavilion. He stood with a bronze noble on his head, shoulders each with one side, and the palms of his hands. Within the hour, no drop of water can leak out.

Sword Pavilion believes that the highest level of swordsmanship is that the sword is like a person, and a person is like a sword. A person's posture and figure must be straightened like a sword in his hand to be considered qualified. Lin Shu was practiced like this by his master when he was a child. His figure has never been frivolous, so he didn't suffer from it, nor did he spill a drop of water. Master looked left and right, he was amazed, and he has never asked for this.

In line with Master’s care for his apprentice, Lin Shu saw Qing Lu’s desperate situation when he went out. He wanted to save him. But thinking that this was the Sword Pavilion rule, he didn’t implement it, so Qing Lu continued to punish him.

At dusk, Lin Shu stood on the city wall.

An enchantment was lowered around his body, Xiao Shao walked over, the black robes of blood flowing, close to the monster.

Lin Shu looked at his eyebrows, still looking impeccably beautiful in his facial features. When high and magnificent was expressionless, he was as cold as snow on the top of a cloud, and when he was gentle, it was like blooming flowers in the late spring, but at this time, because of the dark black that saw no gloss. The pupils of his eyes were harsh and solemn, and the hostility of the whole body almost turned into a substance.

Lin Shu gently took his hand.

He knew that in places like Jubei Pass, the walls were covered with blood, and the moat was filled with corpses. Because of the war in the past and too many casualties, the accumulated grievances reached a certain level, not to mention that they contained soldiers. Gas. Xie Zishe, who has always only loved the classics of saints, and did not love poems and songs, stood on the wall today, staring at the yellow sand wilderness, breaking his halberds and swords, and all chanted the words of his predecessors, "Coming to the battlefield again, no one will return." Xiao Shao's influence is inevitable.

Xiao Shao looked into the distance: "Sometimes I feel that the body of resentment, hates the world, hates people, and sooner or later kills as a pleasure, and there must be one day out of control. I don't know who can kill me to quell the disaster."

"No one can kill you." Lin Shu said.

"Huh?" Xiao Shao raised her eyebrows: "What should I do?"

Before Lin Shu could speak, he took out an embroidery kit and asked Lin Shu, "Where is yours?"

Lin Shu tilted his head, remembering that the two of them knotted their hair in North Xia years ago, and the cut hair was divided into two tips.

He took out his own one.

Xiao Shao took it from his hand and exchanged his own for him.

Then he took the Lin Shu's kit and put it close to his body: "Leave a thought, I will miss you when I am about to lose control."

Lin Shu silently placed the one that originally belonged to Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao probably felt that his actions were too understatement, and he didn't express his concern verbally, and said, "Is the Xianjun not worried about me?"

Don't call Xianjun.

Lin Shu almost formed a conditioned reflex now, and when he heard the word Xianjun, his mind was a bit unclear.

Recently, Xiao Shao would occasionally call him Xianjun under the bed. According to this person, this is a manifestation of wanting to be close to Xianjun all the time.

Sure enough, Xiao Shao stroked his profile with his right hand, wiping out a strand of his hair for unknown reasons, and placed it in his hand to look at it.

His eyes were heavy, a little unhappy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lin Shu argued: "I have concerns."

Xiao Shao wrapped the strand of hair around her slender fingers: "I didn't see it."

Lin Shu lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he said, "...but not very worried."

Xiao Shao: "...Huh?"

"I think..." Lin Shu pondered his words: "You will not lose control."

Xiao Shao smiled softly: "How to say?"

"I don't know what to say." This person's overly enchanting appearance and the overly powerful sense of existence formed a certain kind of oppression, making Lin Shu a little breathless. He looked away and looked at the head of Jubei Pass. The flying battle flag made me feel a little confused.

For a long time, he said: "I know...the world's desires are hard to fill. Others fight to open up the frontiers, and then sit on the world. But you are not like them."

Xiao Shao tilted his head.

Lin Shu lightly touched the back of his hand to comfort the chicken cub who was on the fringe at this moment.

"I saw an ancient book saying,'The only one who knew the soldier was a weapon, the saint had to use it'," Lin Shu said slowly, "I think you must also know this."

"You are suffering from the grievances of the world and the world, and you have a cultivation base that is unmatched in the world. On the battlefield in the future, when you are happy because of the killing, remember..."

As he spoke, he turned Xiao Shao's hand around and wrote four words on the palm of his hand.

Stop, Ge, Wei, Wu.

"I know that Xiao Shao provoked this battle to keep the world from fighting. Xiao Shao killed people in this battle to prevent more people from being killed." Lin Shu said, his throat astringent: " If he is fascinated by grievances, slaughter, and abandons his original intention, Lin Shu will use his life's strength to find a way to kill him."

Xiao Shao did not speak.

After a pause, Lin Shu continued: "Killing him was not because Lin Shu could not tolerate what he did, but... Xiao Shao didn't want to be that kind of person."

Having said that, he looked up at Xiao Shao: "The reason why he is not worried is because Lin Shu has recognized Xiao Shao for many years. This person, who has decided not to do it, will never do it. He wants to do everything. Will do it without exception."

He and Xiao Shao met their eyes.

Xiao Shao was looking at him, staring straight, watching intently.

He felt a little weak. The words just now can be said to be the longest sentence he has ever spoken in his life, and it also used all his rhetoric skills in his life.

The strand of his hair, the strand that Xiao Shao wrapped around her fingers, was gently lifted up.

Xiao Shao lowered her head and kissed it gently.

Lin Shu stretched out his hand, trying to caress Xiao Shao's cheek.

The next moment, he was held by Xiao Shao in his arms.

Hold tightly.

No one spoke.

Lin Shu could feel his heartbeat.

Xiao Shao is taller than him, his arms and chest are strong, but he often feels a little soft because of the person's breath and aggressiveness in his movements.

This feeling often makes him feel like a vine attached to a tree—in fact, it is true. Whether it is Xiao Shao or Ling Fengxiao, he is the one being raised.

But sometimes, he feels that he is the root system of trees that stretches down to the ground, and he has to use himself to absorb certain nutrients necessary to survive.

Like now.

He clearly realized that Xiao Shao needed him in this way.

His eyes were blurred.

He didn't know why everyone outside didn't understand the real Xiao Shao.

Obviously, this is a very good person.

Even someone who hasn't grown up yet.

He has the world's number one cultivation base, the realm of a land immortal, ambition and hegemony, and within reach, but he is just thinking whether he will get out of control, whether he will get lost, and whether he will do harm to the world.

He has no desires, but just wants to clean up the old mountains and rivers that were kind to him, and then return to the mountains, rivers and lakes.

But others want him to build a career.

Lin Shu stretched out his hand to wrap Xiao Shao's shoulder.

He asked himself.

how about you?

Do you want him to do what he wants, or do you want him to live?

He thought a lot, and finally told himself that Xiao Shao wanted it.

Others, nothing.

"I..." He heard Xiao Shao's voice: "In fact, I haven't thought about it so much."

"I know." Lin Shu said, "I haven't thought about that much either."

Xiao Shao let out an "um".

"The two armies are fighting and fighting each other. It is considered a victory. If I can win this way, I will dominate the world. It is justified." Xiao Shao said: "But I think it will take me how long... if I am alone. What will happen to thousands of troops."

Lin Shu said, "It's fine if you want."

Xiao Shao laughed, hugged him, and stopped talking.

I don't know how long he held him. When he was separated, Lin Shu looked up at Xiao Shao, and suddenly saw his gentle brows, vaguely returning to what they were in Utopia.

Xiao Shao frowned slightly.

"You are crying," he said.

Lin Shu was at a loss, touched his cheek, and when two lines of tears were falling, there was still warmth.

He consciously felt no waves in his heart, not knowing why the tears fell.

Xiao Shao said some more tweeted words: "Seeing you cry, it hurts me too."

For this kind of words, Lin Shu used his left ear to go in and his right ear to go out, and didn't intend to bother him. He turned away from Xiao Shao and looked at Wei Chuan in the distance. He didn't know how many times I cried when he said that you did not know how many times he cried.

The red shadow shook behind him, and there was a squeaking sound. The eldest lady appeared and hugged him from behind.

This person is extremely cunning, knowing that the body of the eldest will be more beautiful and moving, and it will be more convenient and unscrupulous to act like a baby and show weakness.

Lin Shu played with the eldest lady, humming and harp for a while, and then they looked at the distance in a daze.

Looking at it, saw a line of darkness over the sky in the distance.

The horns of the tower sounded in unison, and the solemn tone was breathtaking.

The eldest lady led Lin Shu to jump up, several ups and downs, and came to Weichuan Shuai's account.

The spies sent reports in batches.

There are two hundred thousand horses and one hundred thousand cavalry in North Xia.

He also said that the cavalry will come to the front within half an hour if they come in a geese.

It was also said that the Prince of North Xia was personally recruited and morale was greatly boosted.

The battle-tested veteran general struck his eyebrows and eyes, and quickly ordered that the Weichuan garrison formed into a flying dragon wing formation, opposed to the North Xia cavalry, and immediately ended the formation without delay!

Chuanxin Xiaowei said: "Yes!"

Then he opened the handsome account and wanted to send an order, and then commanded the whole army with the marching horn.

But seeing Ling Fengxiao step forward: "Wait a minute."

The old general stepped out of the handsome account: "His Royal Highness, the situation is urgent and cannot be delayed!"

Ling Fengxiao hadn't heard of it: "Send my order and stop."

The old general: "This... Never! Speed up the flying dragon wing formation!"

Ling Fengxiao snapped the tiger symbol to the court: "The tiger symbol is here, the three armies follow the order."

The old general's eyes were torn apart: "...Your Highness!"

Even though the soldiers were so uncomfortable, they had to follow the orders of His Royal Highness Fengyang to send orders to the three armies and stop moving.

At this time, the North Xia army was crushing the realm, looking from a distance, like a black cloud crushing the city.

Tens of thousands of soldiers rioted.

Horseshoes stomped, and the earth shook.

The sky and the earth are vast, and between the four wilds, saw a red dress slowly moving forward.

The black mist diffused, and the sword appeared in Ling Fengxiao's hands without any shame.

In these days, every time Lin Shu saw that he was unashamed, it was a bit stranger than the last time. Up to now, the whole body is pitch black, entwined with blood mist, and the blood is flowing, the evil spirit is like a real entity, and the whole knife is like an ancient evil beast in the abyss, making people terrified.

When anyone who cultivates immortals sees it, they will be afraid that they will go crazy because of this evil spirit.

But Ling Fengxiao, who was with it day and night, was still doing business as usual.

Today, Lin Shu finally understood that the reason why Ling Fengxiao was able to hold this demon knife "clearly" was because he had acted all his life and had a clear conscience.

The sound of horseshoes became stronger and stronger.

Two hundred thousand soldiers and horses are crushed by the black, and there are countless wizards and living corpses, like a torrent of pitch black, galloping mightily.

There is also an unbreakable phalanx guarding North Xia coach Xiao Xuan in the rear.

Ling Fengxiao hunts and hunts in a red suit, and stands alone in this eternal wasteland.

Lin Shu heard the old general dumbfounded: "This...many arm as a car!"

The old general looked at Lin Shu again: "Pavilion Master, stop her soon!"

Lin Shu did not respond.

He just watched this scene, and only had this scene in his eyes.

On this day, thousands of troops avoided the red robe.

The author has something to say: Xiao Xuan: Fuck.

The last sentence is transformed into a sentence from the Southern and Northern Dynasties that can not be found in the exact source: "Famous teachers and generals do not work for themselves, and thousands of troops avoid white robes."