Mutated Tao Chapter 212: Harvest

Hearing Li Huowang's question, Bai Lingmiao nodded and said softly: "The female general has a brand name. Gouwa thought it was gold, but it turned out to be copper. It is not worth much."

"Brand? Show me here."

Soon that thing appeared in front of Li Huowang. It was some kind of square bronze medal. From the name and military position on it, it could be seen that it was used to prove Peng Longteng's identity.

"There is a tiger head print on the card. This should be a military badge." Li Huowang pressed the tiger head pattern on the card with his hand, and asked Bai Lingmiao to put it away.

Be prepared, maybe this thing will be useful in the future, even if it is not useful, it will only carry a brand anyway. It doesn't matter much.

Dan Yangzi's so-called heavenly book is much heavier than this thing, and it has also been useless all the time, and it is not always with him.

"By the way, Senior Brother Li, she still has a book on her. We don't know how to read, so Gao Zhijian took the book to read."

"Book?" Li Huowang, who had just relaxed his vigilance, became vigilant in an instant, "Bring that book here."

Bai Lingmiao immediately opened the curtain and walked over, but after a while, she came back with some hesitation.

"Zhi Jian said that the book is just a book on the art of war, and there is nothing interesting about it."

"He won't give it? You call him over, and I'll tell him in person." Li Huowang's suspicions arose just now became more serious. Since it's just an ordinary art of war, what is he hiding?

When Gao Zhijian appeared in front of his eyes with the wounded and pale face, Li Huowang looked at him seriously and said, "I know that you may be very eager for Peng Longteng's incomparable power, but Some things are risky, and you may lose your life if you don't handle them properly. Do you understand what I mean?"

Li Huowang suspects that the book records Peng Longteng's cultivation method, and Gao Zhijian is secretly practicing it.

Having experienced so many times, he has long understood that it does not exist in this crazy world to gain some kind of power through cultivation without paying anything.

If you want to get something, you have to give something. Any practice method is very dangerous. He doesn't want Gao Zhijian to become another Peng Longteng one day.

"This is the art of war." Gao Zhijian said aggrievedly.

"Since it is the art of war, let me see what you are hiding!"

After hesitating for a moment, Gao Zhijian finally handed over the book in his hand.

"Jiangyuan" is the name of this book.

Li Huowang flipped through the rough paper with his scorched fingers, and the content on it was presented in front of him. "The method of using troops is to be ordered by the king, and the army gathers together. When the land is destroyed, there is no shelter, when the land is intersected, there is no place left. Do not attack what you have, do not fight for what you have, and do not accept what you have ordered"

"Is it really Art of War?" Li Huowang was very surprised, he looked up at Gao Zhijian, and read it carefully again.

Although the content was jerky and difficult to understand, Li Huowang had a hard time reading it later, but he flipped through it and found that it was indeed just a book on the art of war.

"Crack~!" The book was closed, and Li Huowang looked at Gao Zhijian suspiciously, "Since it's just an ordinary broken book, what are you so concerned about?"

"Take a good look." Gao Zhijian stretched out his thick hands and took it from Li Huowang's.

At this time, Li Huowang saw that his wound was oozing blood again, so he quickly said: "Go back and lie down, and wait until the injury is healed."

Gao Zhijian nodded with a silly smile, turned around and went out with the book in his arms.

After seeing him leave, Bai Lingmiao quickly picked up a thin quilt from the side and covered Li Huowang's body. "Brother Li, you are so seriously injured, don't worry about these things anymore, your body is critical, rest first."

Li Huowang also wanted to sleep, but the severe pain on his back caused by Daqianlu made him not feel sleepy at all.

He stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, his mind was empty, and he didn't know what to think.

After a while, he said, "Miaomiao, help me up, I want to look outside."

Bai Lingmiao obviously didn't want to do this, but under Li Huowang's urging, she finally did it.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the refreshing green grass outside made Li Huowang feel as comfortable as if he had taken a big sip of cool water in summer.

"Is this Qingqiu? The scenery is much better than before."

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Bai Lingmiao on the side nodded, "I heard from my father that Qingqiu is on the left side of Liang Guo. I also heard that the horses here are good, and the sheep are also good."

Li Huowang nodded, "I saw Qing, where is Qiu?"

Bai Lingmiao, who had never traveled far, obviously couldn't answer this question.

"Which of us are natives of Qingqiu?" Li Huowang asked.

"Sun Baolu is, and there is a younger brother and two Taoist boys, but they are all dead."

Li Huowang sighed, "Find out their addresses, and we will send them back to their roots."

There have been too many casualties along the way.

"Well, but I heard that people here in Qingqiu don't bury the dead. You can ask Sun Baolu later."

Bai Lingmiao talked for a long time, but found that Li Huowang did not respond to her. She looked suspiciously and found that the other party was frozen in place, with wide eyes.

He seemed to have seen something shocking, but there was nothing outside except Cao Mingming!

"Senior brother Li, what are you doing—" Just as she said this, she saw Li Huowang, who was covered in injuries, grabbed the long sword violently, jumped out of the window and fell to the ground.

Under this impact, his scorched left leg shattered like a dead branch, and cracks appeared all over his body.

Li Huowang didn't care about this, and raised his sword with one hand to aim at his left arm, as if he was about to cut it off at any time.

The nearest Gouwa rushed up quickly, and hugged Li Huowang's sword-raising arm. Anxiously shouting to the companion next to him: "Get the chain quickly! Brother Li is sick again!!"

Li Huowang turned to Gouwa aside with a stiff neck, "Can't you see it?"

"Huh?" Gouwa looked bewildered. "See what?"

Hearing what the other party said, Li Huowang's body softened, and he fell powerlessly on the soft grass.

Li Huowang's one-eyed eye moved upwards with his head on the ground, and only he could see the headless Peng Longteng standing there like a statue, with a huge shadow covering his whole body.

The battle armor on Peng Longteng's body seemed to be burnt dark red, and some blood flowed out from the gaps in the battle armor, exactly like he came down from the battlefield where he fought Li Huowang before.

"Why did she become my hallucination? Why?" Li Huowang kept thinking about this question.

At this moment, he suddenly saw something moving behind Peng Longteng.

It was Jin Shanzhao, only the upper body of Jin Shanzhao, and the rotten internal organs flowed out from his abdominal cavity and dragged far, far on the ground.

Just when Li Huowang was **** with chains by other senior brothers and carried to the bullock cart, he saw Jin Shanzhao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to himself.

"What are you trying to say?"

Jin Shan opened and closed his jaw with a stiff expression, but no sound came out of his mouth.