Nightfall Chapter 142: Second Brother’s Rules (Part 1)

A dark line in the Shocking God Formation was blocked, so I completely blocked the exit of this dark line, and forced the flow of heaven and earth from north to south to completely stop according to the law of life and death. The stagnation became more and more serious, until it recoiled backwards, borrowing the heaven and earth itself to flush out the blockages.

The prescription Mo Shanshan prescribed for Chang'an City is very simple and rude. It is really hard to imagine that it came from such a beautiful and gentle girl. If she was healed by a real person, after taking this medicine, The orifices would definitely bleed to death, but would it be different if the person taking this medicine was Chang'an City?

Ning Que was silent for a long time and asked: "Where is it blocked? How to block it?"

"The exit of this line is the south gate, and this place also happens to be the gate of the Shocking Array, facing the Suzaku Street. If it is to be blocked, it is natural to block this gate. As for the method... "

Mo Shanshan said: "I want to block this gate with stones."

Blocking the city gate with a stone didn't sound like a problem, but Ning Que knew that blocking in a purely physical sense had no meaning to the breath flow of heaven and earth in Chang'an, so he immediately understood what she meant. I remembered the countless stubborn rocks at the bottom of Daming Lake outside the gate of Mozong Mountain, and the formation called the Kwai Lei.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Mo Shanshan shook his head and said: "I'm not sure, but I can't think of another method. You told me that the last method is the best method, so I want to try it."

This is indeed what Ning Que often said.

He thought for a while and said: "Although it is a bit risky, it seems that this method is really interesting."

Time is pressing. The project to seal the South Gate of Vermilion Bird must be carried out immediately. Ning Que asked the Qinglong Gang under the city gate to notify Chunfeng Pavilion, and then informed the palace of this arrangement.

The administrative ability of the Tang court was perfectly displayed in the next few hours, and it didn't take long. Led by the Ministry of Industry and Tianshu, several formation divisions and more than 3,000 temporary recruits came to the south gate, and they were all under the command of Mo Shanshan.

Mo Shanshan asked: "As for the need for more than 30,000 stones, where can we find so many stones?"

Ning Que looked at the houses in the city and said, "If it doesn't work, demolish the house."

The minister of the household who came by the order listened to this, and after a moment of silence, he whispered: "There is a lake three miles south of the city, and there are many stones in the lake. In previous years, when the palaces of the princes were repaired..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Ning Que said, "Since there is a lake stone, that's the best thing. If you have any ideas, Lord Shilang, you might as well speak to Miss Mo. Time is tight. It's not a polite time."

The servant of the household department heard the words and responded.

Mo Shanshan said again: "I need hundreds of thousands of kilograms of heavy stones, can I move them?"

The household assistant said: "The equipment in the warehouse of the Ministry of Industry is being transported here. Don't say more than ten thousand catties. Even if it is one hundred thousand catties of heavy stones, it can be taken out of the lake and transported to the south gate." /

The imperial court decreed that the south gate of Chang'an City was closed. The grain team and the people all entered and exited through the other gates. Thousands of people who came voluntarily, the technical officials of the household department, and the battle team. Under the command of Mo Shanshan, the formations were laid and the boulders moved, and the south gate suddenly became a large construction site, which was extremely lively.

Confirming that there are no other problems, Ning Que bid farewell to Mo Shanshan.

Mo Shanshan asked slightly: "What are you going to do?"

Ning Que said: "The last method is the best method, but it is not the last moment. I want to see if I can find another method."

Mo Shanshan no longer speaks much. Calmly said: "Good luck to you."

Ning Que bowed his hand to salute. Turn around and leave.

To go from the South Gate to Chang'an City, you must pass the famous Suzaku Avenue.

The sky in late autumn. Sometimes high, sometimes dark, it all depends on whether there are clouds covering the sky.

When Ning Que walked north along Zhuque Avenue, clouds floated from outside the city, blocking the sunlight in the sky, casting a large shadow, and lowering the temperature in the city.

The stone paintings on Suzaku Avenue also looked much darker due to the change of light.

The autumn breeze started, and raindrops fell. The cold autumn rain drove pedestrians to the side of the street.

Ning Que did not leave, still standing in place.

He stretched his hand to his back, trying to take out the **** umbrella and open it, but only touched the handle of the knife. Only then did he remember that the **** umbrella is no longer around, the **** horse is no longer around, and the carriage is no longer around.

Sangsang, not here either.

Ning Que thought about how he and Sangsang felt when they saw it for the first time, thinking about the old thing that he was covered with blood in front of him, he was silent, and his emotions were very complicated.

The Master took him and Sangsang to Chang'an for the last time when they traveled in the world. At that time, Suzaku appeared and appeared in the black carriage.

Suzaku is a magic rune in the Shocking God Formation, and Ning Que is the master of the Shocking God Formation, and coupled with the relationship of the teacher, at this time, although there is no word between the two, it seems that they can communicate with each other.

There was nothing to say, only emotions and thoughts echoed between him and Suzaku.

"You are just the pinnacle of life."

Ning Que looked at the painting of Suzaku, which became more agile after being wet by the rain, and thought to himself: "What use is it for a strong man like the master?"

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Yang Erxi panted and retracted his pitchfork, leaning on the pitchfork to rest in the wilderness.

In front of him is an earthen grave, the soil on it is very fresh, it was just piled up.

The waxed trotter on the pitchfork has been given to refugees. In recent days, he started to fight with the scimitar of the prairie savage horse, but the pitchfork in his hand is getting sharper and sharper because of the number of times he uses it a lot of.

Pitchforks are used to lift soil and dig, and are much easier to use than knives.

In the past few days, he dug many graves and buried the bodies of many companions.

It's almost time to rest, Yang Erxi spit, and yelled a few words with his companion not far away, put his cross on his shoulders, and walked tiredly towards the western mountains and forests.

In this field, more than two thousand new graves were built, very small and simple graves.

Tang Jun never left any of his companions, whether it was life or death.

It cannot be done during the war, and the body of the companion will be recovered as much as possible after the war.

However, this place was originally the land of Datang, and if the soldiers were buried here, it would be equivalent to being buried in their hometown.

I heard that when His Majesty the Emperor returned to Chang'an City, there was a carton of ashes.

There is nothing dissatisfied with these dead soldiers.

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The war started soon. Chao Xiaoshu took the Xiaoqi Camp out of Chang'an, and went straight to East Xinjiang to fight with the prairie cavalry. In the following days, veterans who came voluntarily joined their ranks, and at the same time some retreated from Yanjing. The remnants of the Northeast Army were gathered, and the number of soldiers increased.

The number of this army now exceeds 30,000, and it was officially named the Volunteer Army by the court, only because of the lack of equipment, especially the horses. Relative to the prairie cavalry is still at a disadvantage.

Just yesterday, the East Xinjiang Volunteer Army and the Steppe Cavalry fought the first battle in the true sense. The weaker Volunteer Army won the final victory with incomparable courage.

For this, thousands of brave soldiers paid the price of their lives in this eastern plains.

However, what made Chao Xiaoshu and Xiaoqiying generals vigilant was that in this fierce battle. No one ever found the figure of Prince Longqing and those corrupt leaders. What made them even more disturbed was that the most powerful temple guard cavalry and grassland elite among the invaders did not know where they went.

Looking at the small tree in the western mountains and forest, thinking about the military newspaper urgently sent by Pingyuan County, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and said: "They have gone to Chang'an."

The East Xinjiang Volunteer Army fought continuously, and logistics support was difficult, and it was exhausted to the extreme. Being able to defeat most of the prairie cavalry in yesterday's battle is already a super level performance.

At this time, even if they knew that Prince Longqing had brought those elites to Chang'an City, they were already unable to make any response, and it was even more impossible to intercept them in the front.

Listening to Chao Xiaoshu's judgment, Liu Wu's expression became extremely solemn, but he was still a little puzzled, and said, "Many riders are scattered in the eastern borders. Although Long Qing's subordinates are elites. It is absolutely impossible to capture Chang'an City. ."

This is why the face of the little tree is frosty.

It doesn't make any sense. Why is Long Qing willing to abandon so many troops just to buy time to go straight to Chang'an? There is only one explanation. Long Qing firmly believed that when his cavalry arrived, Chang'an City would be broken.

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Qingxia is in front of the mang green hills.

Before the green hills is the plain.

Most of this flat and fertile field belongs to Qinghe County, and a small part is acquired by the military. In addition to meadows, there are many fields that have been cultivated for many years.

For several days of **** battle, Qiucao has already been covered with blood.

Ten thousand acres of fertile fields, a piece of mud trampled by the thousands of troops and horses of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces.

There have been too many tragedies this fall. Farmers scattered and fled, and the rice in the fields was not harvested. They languished weakly in the wind, looking like criminals waiting to be hanged.

On the right front of Qingxia, there is a relatively flat paddy field, which has not been trampled by iron horses. The paddy in the field is dense and golden, which looks very beautiful.

Ye Su is in this rice field.

He walked towards Qingxia.

The wind rose with his footsteps, and the golden rice ears were blown, rolled around slightly, and then bounced like a golden ocean, and then the rice sea gradually divided, giving way to him.

Daohai had to let it go because he had a thin wooden sword.

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Jun Mo is the proudest person in the academy since Ke Haoran. He is the legendary second gentleman.

Ye Su is a Taoist genius who broke through life and death more than ten years ago, and is also a legendary figure.

They are truly outsiders.

When two people meet like this, who is the stronger one?

In the field before the green mountain, all eyes were on the rice field and the wooden sword.

The world is quiet, only the horse hissing lightly, kicking his hoof lightly with some anxiety.

For more than two days, the cavalry, who were always ready to attack, dismounted one after another, because they knew that this battle could not tolerate these mortals to intervene. It was a battle of dignity only for the strong.

In the deity, Ye Hongyu silently looked at Qingxia, and lightly tapped his fingers on the blood-colored robes.

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Yes Su came to Qingxia.

He looked at the iron canopy, and then at the scorched black armor on the second brother.

Finally, his eyes fell on the iron sword, frowned slightly, ready to say something.

The second brother's voice rang first, still so serious, so serious.

He looked at Ye Su and said, "You are standing in the wrong place."

Ye Su didn't expect such a sentence at the beginning.

He calmed his mind and asked seriously: "What's wrong?"

"That is a field, not a road."

The second brother said: "The road is used to walk, and the field is used to grow grain. There is a way, but you don't walk. You have to walk over from the field. That's a waste of grain. Naturally it's wrong."

The disciple of the academy in front of Qingxia, originally a little nervous because of Ye Su's arrival, couldn't help but become happy at this time, feeling like a senior brother taught himself these years.

No nonsense, no frowning, no hesitation. Seeing you directly is just one sentence, because you are wrong, then you have to say that you are wrong, the second brother is such a person.

Regardless of whether the other party is a sect or an emperor's prostitute, as long as you are wrong, you should be taught. This is the rules of the second brother. Everything in the world is not reasonable. This kind of urination is ritual.

It's not right to waste food, it's not right to stand in the wrong place, it's not right to wear mundane clothes but put on a bun, it's not right. In the eyes of the second brother, Ye Su is all problems, which makes him very unhappy, even a little disappointed.

Ye Su felt the emotions of the other party at this time, and couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Jun Mo is indeed the legendary temperament, and smiled and said: "Your set has long been out of fashion, let alone this is war."

The second senior brother said: "The time is right, the time is right, planting rice and harvesting grain, and things for the future, how can it change according to the times."

Ye Su gradually narrowed his smile and said, "How can you control others?"

The second brother said: "The battle of Qingxia is more than two days, but I didn’t keep my hands on the enemies who drove the horses into the fields. Although those cavalrymen didn’t know, they knew to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Rice fields."

Ye Su looked around Daohai with a slight expression on his face.

Last night, after getting permission from the disciples of the academy, the coalition forces of Xiling Temple collected the corpses overnight. At this time, there were not many corpses left in front of Qingxia, but the blood was still in the fields.

Beside the rice sea where he is, there should have been a large paddy field.

At this time, the rice field has been stepped into wasteland, and the rice is scattered on the ground. The picture is very bleak.

The blood in that paddy field is the deepest and most condensed, like pulp.

Ye Su knew that Jun Mo had not lied.

He killed all the cavalry who drove their horses into the fields.

Such a fierce battle, a slight loss of mind, is the end of the sword destruction, but in this case, the second brother has not forgotten to use the iron sword to enforce his rules.

What kind of person is this?

Ye Su stood in the rice field and was silent for a long time. He stretched out his hand to pluck an ear, rubbed it lightly, looked at the blood-soaked soil under his feet, and said: "I am not obedient, why do you teach me?" /

The second brother said: "You are wrong, so I teach you, if you don't obey, I will call you to obey."

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