Chapter 193 Planning

(Second update)

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"Why don't you read it down?"

Lv Feng asked, with a hidden smile in his voice. Only a handful of confidants like Hua Fei could see the other side of Lv Feng's slightly less coldness.

"This... General..."

Hua Fei scratched his head and felt that Lv Feng, who didn't look at him from beginning to end, looked at him thoroughly. He smiled and didn't say anything more.

"With the taste of the earth to fight against the heavenly products, there is no victory in a hundred battles and a hundred defeats."

Lv Feng said and turned around.

"But until now, he is not dead. Not only has he not been in a mess, but he is also making continuous progress, but it makes those tigers and wolves forget that he is only 17 years old and that he only has local cultivation. Huafei, what were you doing when you were 17 years old?

Hua Fei was stunned. The old man's face under the locked helmet blushed like charcoal. He smiled and said, "It's not that the general doesn't know. Fei was still digging coal in his hometown at the age of 17. Later, he stabbed him to death because he didn't like the foreman bullied my old man. After hiding for two months, he was taken in by Lord Lu."

"If you stab the foreman to death, are you not afraid of revenge?"

"This..."

Hua Fei couldn't answer, just scratching his head and smiling.

"But that's right. Without that turning point, without two months of hiding, starving your body and skin, emptying your body, and sharpening your mind, you wouldn't have achieved today's achievements. Me too... However, you were only rounded up by dozens of county officials that year, and the place where you fled was only a hundred miles away. And he was rounded up by the tigers and wolves of the world, and his enemy was the whole Da Kuang Dynasty.

Lv Fengqi said calmly, but his words were full of a domineering atmosphere. Hearing Hua Fei's brain hot, he walked out of the building with a long knife.

Before he took two steps, he was pressed on his shoulder by a pair of slender and powerful hands.

"You are a winged tiger. I, Lv Feng, am the first person under his command. How can I fall into my identity?"

"This..."

"Don't do this. The army calls you a general in private, but you can also take it seriously."

Lv Feng let go of his hand and face the hot military performance at the bottom of the cabinet. He whispered, "At present, the most urgent tasks are the state of Qin in the northwest and the state of Qi in the west. The fake dramas in these two countries are becoming more and more intense. As for the defeated general, let him go, I suddenly want to see what kind of surprise he can bring after a hundred days, after a hundred defeat.

"This... That's good."

Hua Fei muttered, looked at the secret letter on the side of the case, scratched his head and stopped his footsteps. The curiosity in his heart was unbearably itchy.

......

"You can't kill it no matter how you kill it?"

In front of the Buddhist niche, the young monk in white like snow knelt down on the futon and looked through the secret letter with a smile.

"Report!"

The footsteps sounded, and the monks and soldiers with iron bars hurried to come, their clothes were messy, their heads were sweating, and the sticks were still covered with blood.

Looking at the young monk who worshipped the Buddha, the monk put down the iron bar, saluted first, and then said respectfully, "Uncle, I have caught it."

"Amitabha Buddha."

With a low noise, the young man turned around, and there was a trace of peace on his handsome face. He was less than twenty years old. He already had a great and compassionate face, and the elders beside him nod repeatedly. Next to an old monk in Qingtian Temple, there is also a handsome young man standing, eight feet tall, slightly dark skin, strong and powerful arms hidden under Huayi, and a jade that symbolizes his royal identity at his waist.

"Bring it up."

Wuhua said calmly.

The monk and soldier led the promise and turned out of the temple. When he was young, he walked in with a thick and strong man with a big face.

Although the big man was tied up with five flowers, his life was worried. He grinned in the face of the former Buddha's youth: "I didn't expect that the most mysterious guard of the Qin royal family was your Qingtian Temple. Tut, it is said that the monk meditated and chanted quietly. Now it seems that's nothing more than that."

A group of old monks were unmoved. They knocked on wooden fish, read scriptures, and were full of Sanskrit sounds. The royal youth next to them looked at Wuhua thoughtfully.

"Amitabha Buddha."

The young monk whispered the Buddha's name and said in a low voice, "General Fan only knows the Buddha's righteousness, but he does not know the Buddha's heart. Where is the Buddha's heart, the past life, all kinds of life in this life, the past life is the reward, not only to seek the afterlife, what is the difference between the Buddha and the people in this life?

When the words fell, a group of old monks stopped their movements and looked at Wuhua in surprise. It seemed that they didn't expect him to say such a thing. Only the royal youth smiled and slapped, "Wuhua's magic words. This General Fan made a detailed work for the State of Qi. The defeat the day before yesterday was all because he secretly connected with the enemy camp and killed two thousand men in the Great Qin Dynasty. Xiao Wang wanted to ask the guardian to remove it for the Great Qin Dynasty. I don't know what the guardian would do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the old monks were stunned. In a blink of an eye, they whispered my Buddha's mercy.

Killing in front of the temple Buddha is a big taboo. How can the young man who calls himself Xiao Wang not know?

But only in this way can we win the full help of Tianqing Temple. If Wuhua allowed it, he would commit murder in front of the Buddha and put the handle on his own hands. He didn't dare to go back to Tianqing Temple. If he doesn't allow... It is impossible for him not to disove. Wuhua's bodyguard is in front of the Buddha, but his heart is in the world. If he does not allow it, he will never have a chance to leave this temple and worship the generals.

The young man thought that the sleeves of the robe swayed, deliberately or unintentionally or unintentionally exposed the charm of his waist, and he couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

"Amitabha Buddha."

He waved his sleeves gently, and the iron bar in the hand of the monk fell into Wuhua's hand. The teenager got up and walked slowly to General Fan.

"Protect the law and slow down!"

"Amitabha, don't forget the abbot's advice."

"My Buddha is merciful..."

Seeing that Wuhua didn't say anything, he was going to kill General Fan. A group of old monks were stunned and quickly opened their mouths to dissuade him.

Buddhist disciples do not kill. Now there is a great change. Wuhua gathers monks and soldiers to act for the King of Qin. The old monks can still open one eye and close the other, but now he wants to kill in front of the Buddha. If the Buddha does not become a Buddha, the temple does not become a temple. How can he do it?

"My Buddha is merciful?"

Wuhua paused for a moment and said, and then glanced at the frightened monks with a smile. He raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Dare to ask you, how can I prove my Buddha's mercy?"

Hearing the words, the monks were dumb and meditating, and couldn't say anything for a long time.

The young monk smiled, stood in front of the Buddha with an iron bar in his hand, and looked at the giant Buddha's big eyes. For a long time, he said word by word, "I am not merciful, can prove my Buddha's mercy."

These words were like a bolt from the clear sky, blowing in the ears of the monks, buzzing, and faintly, I only felt that the rock somewhere in my heart was about to fall.

The young man of the royal family was also stunned, and the strange color flashed through his eyes. In this strange color, the white clothes were flickering, the clouds and flowing water, and the magic stick fell down, right in the middle of General Fan's eyebrows.

"Bum!"

The big man fell to the ground in response, the cranial cavity was broken, and the red and white things flowed out and slowly flowed in front of the Buddha.

......

The big eagle circled in the sky, the fierce horse galloped in the mountains, and the dark clouds covered the sky. It was as heavy as ten thousand hectares. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a raindrop the size of rice.

It took another ten days, and An Bochen finally bypassed the three kingdoms of Guannan and came to Kanto.

To the east of Kanto is the East China Sea. The closer it is to the East China Sea, the more impermanent the weather is. It rains from time to time. An Bochen gallops through the mountains in the wilderness, with nowhere to cover him. He will always get wet. An Bochen has the cultivation of the land and is not afraid of the rain, but the Mustang King can't stand it.

Although it is a different species in the grassland, it is gifted, and its physical strength is far greater than that of its kind. After all, it is not a demon. It has been exhausted for more than a thousand miles a day. If it is drenched by the heavy rain again, it is strange not to get sick.

"Sneer!"

The wild horse king snorted and swayed in the heavy rain. The horse's eyes were red and tingling.

An Bochen sighed and looked up. There was a flat river in the distance, and there were no more mountains, so he jumped off the horse and led the wild horse king to the mountain pass.

Far away from the Central Plains, there are much fewer soldiers encountered along the way. Today, An Bochen has been able to survive the 20 in the face of ordinary generals without being defeated, but in the end, his strength is not good, and he is often defeated in the 20s. Even if he is defeated, with the secret skill launched secretly, it has become the magic of the Mustang King, and An Bochen can escape safely.

One person and one horse went to the mountain and found a cave, but it was dark and wet and could not make a fire. An Bochen could only sit cross-legged and look out of the cave.

Looking at the mountain is not a mountain, and looking at the water is no longer water. The gun has reached this level, and it's enough to look at the whole Da Kuang. Unfortunately, An Bochen's vitality is not enough to join the ranks of the top generals. The gunway advanced by leaps and bounds, and occasionally two tricks are used in secret art. The only shortcoming of An Bochen is that he hasn't been out of his mind for a long time, and he always feels bored.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen drew circles on the mud with his fingers.

A circle represents a country and a province. When I was young, there were 18 circles on the mud, and with the land of Gyeonggi, there are a total of 19 circles.

Two months ago, An Bochen was single-minded to escape to the East China Sea to avoid disaster. He ran all the way, from south to north, and then to the east. An Bochen was tired of running, but he also vaguely felt a little strange. Normally, he has a hundred-day entourage charm in his body, and the Tianpin monk can explore by sacrificing white fire. If he really wants to kill him, he only needs one or two fierce generals to surround him. An Bochen has no life. The generals I met along the way were either alone or only led a few hundred-man teams. In short, they did not do their best. An Bochen had a ten-mile divine eye. He looked through the soldiers who besieged him from a distance, but he could see the dust and smoke rolling behind him. It was as if there were a brigade of soldiers and horses coming out, but it was not that he came to him.

The State of Wei is like this, and so is the Three Kingdoms of Guannan. By analogy, the three major powers of Qin, Qi and Chu are also inevitable.

How can An Bochen not know that from the moment when the long door was in trouble, he became a pawn again. He was not the son of the opening game of Liujing that year, but the bait that caused the turbulence of the whole world.

Emperor Kuang showed people with a mask and issued a sea cloth order. Da Kuang's generals could kill An Bochen, which was tantamount to giving the princes an excuse to send troops. The farther An Bochen escapes, the more princes he has passed, the more difficult it is to end the chaos.

Pointing to the circle north of Tianxia Pass, An Bochen muttered to himself, "Is this game under the Changmen, or was Emperor Kuang put by the hand of Changmen?"

Emperor Kuang pretended to be mediocre. In An Bochen's original idea, it was probably because there was an enemy in the court and the field, and he showed weakness first in order to fight back. Nowadays, Da Kuang is about to enter a troubled world. Instead of stopping him, he added fuel to the flames, which made An Bochen more and more understand what he was thinking.

The chaos will be chaotic. As long as the family is fine, Yuanjing Village is worry-free, and An Bochen will not think too much.

The general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time. Like all the truths in the world, it always rotates between prosperity and declines. All An Bochen wants is the end of the world between the immortals, cultivate his road, and read his mortal world, and that's it.

Of course, that's just a long-term thought.

From a close point of view, the first thing is to deal with the long door that I don't know where it is now.

After escaping for more than two months, An Bochen also knew that it was not a way to escape like this. Even if he hid in the East China Sea, he knew what the world would look like in a hundred days. At that time, whether the long gate occupied the momentum. If Changmen dominates the trend, his traitor's hat will never be removed. An Bochen also wants to return to his hometown to make his parents happy. How can he always bear the name of rebellion?

He is the thorn in the side of Changmen, and Changmen is in An Bochen's heart. Why not let him hate it and get rid of it?