Chapter 1077 1077: The inversion of civil and military affairs (Six) [Please give me a monthly vote]


    Kang Shi said loudly: "Master, I also ask for a fight."


    Although it is a bit unethical to say this, I have to say that the opportunity for scholars to fight against generals is rare in a century. In the past, when scholars came to the scene, they either were about to sound the horn of victory and followed the army to charge and pick up a few heads to enjoy it; or the building was about to fight, and the situation was at a point where their lives were hanging on the line, and even the precious literary scholars had to hold their swords.


    Of course, this is an exception.


    He never thought that he could be a warrior again in his life.


    Kang Shi dares to leave the list, and others want to join in the fun.


    They also knew that Chu Yao and others had spoken, and the possibility of being allowed to ask for a fight was extremely small, so they still wanted to experience the "fun" of military generals. The ministers were so warlike that Xun Zhen looked at his colleagues on both sides and silently took back his feet that had taken half a step.


    Jimo Qiu waited for a while and silently collected the number.


    At this time, Chen Tang''s attention was on Chu Yao and the others: "Wuhui and Tunan, I know your intentions, but the second battle is crucial. I believe that Wu Zhaode''s position is at this level, but I don''t believe that the old ministers of Wu Kingdom would be like this."


    The fight is usually only three games. If the overall strength of both sides is close and they are not sure about each other, they will agree to play five games to strive for an opportunity to use morale growth to widen the overall gap. Wu Zhaode and Chen Tang both tacitly avoided the latter, and only three games were decided.


    The first game is often a test between the two sides.


    Yu Zi was beaten up and took it off unexpectedly.


    The pressure was not only given to Wu Xian’s side, but also to Lao Deng’s literati. No matter what, the latter would not sit still and lose: "...I wouldn''t worry if it were the people sent by Wu Zhaode, but what if it were the ones worshipped by the Eternal Life Sect?"


    Chu Yao and his friends knew that there was no chance of this when they heard this.


    But after thinking about it for a while, they couldn''t think of the candidates who could win with their side. They couldn''t take the initiative to go to the person themselves, right? Judging from the arrow she just shot, her current force is seriously limited. The literary scholars are not as resistant to fighting as brave warriors.


    “Who does the Lord want to send?”


    Chen Tang didn''t say anything, but just looked at the corner.


    Everyone followed her gaze.


    Jimo Qiu, who had never been watched by so many people at the same time, was a little embarrassed and at a loss. The boy was still a little childish, his fair face flushed in a bad mood, but he was happy in his heart. He stepped forward and said, "Don''t worry, your highness, I will not disappoint you."


    Gong Xiqiu was also relieved with his naked eyes.


    As a younger brother, he always knew his brother''s worries - as a high priest, Mama did not need the high priest to do anything. It is just because there are too many loyal, capable and willing ministers under Mama''s tent. All the high priests can do, and all the subordinates can do, and all the subordinates can find a way to do what the high priests cannot do.


    Mama doesn''t need a high priest at all.


    Not only that, I am quite polite to my brothers on weekdays.


    It is this kind of politeness that makes my brother anxious and painful.


    Only outsiders need to be polite, and their own people don’t need to be particular. In theory, the high priest should be closer than their own people.


    The monarch gave his ministers a salary and a high position to exchange for the latter''s loyalty. Both belong to the relationship between superiors and subordinates, and the high priest was her vassal. By allowing him to follow and look up, he can order him to do everything his ministers can do without any extra cost.


    Gong Xiqiu doesn’t understand this very well.


    Maybe this is also the reason why he cannot become a high priest?


    He doesn''t like to work for nothing.


    In his opinion, things that are given for free will not be cherished, and people will also like this. The elder brother paid for his work for nothing, so he couldn''t make Mama pay too much attention to him - Chu Yao, Qi Shan and Gu Chi, who had no bones? Take yourself as an example, how many games did he play with Mama? She suffered several injuries herself.


    If everyone present had a dish, they would stew pig''s trotters themselves, the meat was fragrant and the bones were hard, and Chu Yao and the others would have a plate of crisp bones, which would taste crispy. Where is the eldest brother? My elder brother just stewed meat soup in a pot without bones, so he only needs to whip it.


    Mama doesn''t seem to understand this very much.


    As the high priest, my eldest brother was naturally in pain.


    Now it is finally useful to him. This is really worthy of celebration for the high priest who pursues his life as dedication and serves the gods wholeheartedly. Gong Xichou looked at his elder brother who was calm and shy on the surface, but his heart was beating up to two hundred. He couldn''t help but curl his lips while being happy for him, muttering: "It''s like he''s living in a cold palace for a long time, and he was named after the head of his head."


    From this perspective, it can also be understood.


    People who are favored will not find it rare to have an opportunity.


    Chen Tang ordered Jimo Qiu to play the second game.


    Gong Xichou shouted, "Brother, I''ll take it for you."


    The "it" he said was the wooden stick. Each high priest has a wooden stick, and the origin of the wooden stick is different. Some were transformed by the high priest with his own divine power, and some were made by the root system given by the gods. I don’t know what the situation was.


    The old priest was also very precious to his wooden stick.


    Gong Xiqiu can only get in close contact when he is caught and beaten by the old priest, and he will not even touch him once on weekdays. I never thought that my elder brother also had this problem and would not let others touch the wooden stick easily. Gong Xiqiu wanted to touch it for a long time, but he never found a chance to speak. Now that there is a ready-made reason, my brother can’t refuse, right?


    Jimo Qiu did not refuse.


    Just didn''t forget to remind Gong Xiqiu to be careful of the flower.


    Gong Xiqiu took the wooden stick with both hands, and the weight of the purchase surprised him. This wooden stick looks light and never thought it weighs so much. The touch of the hand is not as rough as that of ordinary wood, but rather has a delicate feeling of holding jade. The moment he held it, the world that Gong Xiqiu saw with his eyes also changed drastically. Countless light spots of different colors fill the world, and each person has different colors, some are single, some are mixed...


    The colors of people like Chu Yao are particularly dazzling.


    A line extends out of the body, facing the same direction.


    Gong Xichou subconsciously looked at Chen Tang''s position.


    She is clean and has no color.


    Gong Xichou blinked, his pupils trembled and his eyes moved downward, looking at Chen Tang''s feet. There should have been the position of human feet, but at this moment there are countless intertwined illusory wood branches. Looking further up, Chen Tang was wrapped in an extremely familiar phantom.


    The phantom is wearing a veil hat. Through the tulle falling from the veil, a face mixed with compassion and coldness can be vaguely seen, with delicate and small prints on the forehead, and his hands are hanging on both sides. Gong Xiqiu suddenly remembered where he had seen it. Isn’t this the statue of the tribe god?


    The statue of the tribe **** was pinching hands with his hands and his eyes were slightly drooping.


    The phantom in front of me was open.


    "It" seemed to find itself looking at "it". His eyes moved, and his unemotional vision followed. Gong Xiqiu suddenly lowered his head to avoid "it"''s eyes. Gong Xichou''s heartbeats like a drum, and his palm holding the wooden stick tightened his strength.


    After a while, Gong Xiqiu looked up cautiously.


    Just meet the sight of "it".


    Gong Xiqiu: “…”


    This phantom did not do anything to him, but just nodded slightly in response, and then moved his gaze away again. Gong Xiqiu wanted to ask his elder brother if he knew these things. He had already taken the battle, so he could only swallow his questions back to his stomach. Even if you don’t ask, Gong Xiqiu will probably know the answer. The change in vision starts with holding the wooden stick. As the owner of the wooden stick, how could the elder brother not know?


    “…It’s really amazing.”


    Could it be that what you see in front of you is the essence of the world?


    However, Gong Xiqiu was not interested in these philosophical issues, but was just studying this wooden stick. He found that holding a wooden stick not only allowed to see different things, but also had a strange feeling. The little red flowers on the wooden stick are very special.


    The Gongxi hater went to poke.


    The petals are just a little bigger than his thumb nails, and the color is red and burning. They are very common wild flowers on the roadside. For some reason, they grow on the wooden stick used by the high priest to communicate with the gods. Gong Xiqiu did not control his strength, so the flower bent down sharply.


    Gongxi Qiu was shocked.


    I was afraid that I would accidentally break the flowers, so my brother wouldn''t demolish them?


    Just as he was about to retract his hand, he saw a halo spread all over the little red flower, forming a "mouth" full of white fangs. When he said that, he opened his mouth and gave Gong Xichou a finger.


    It was obviously a halo without physical substance, but Gong Xiqiu almost jumped up in pain. This is a heart-to-heart connection! Just when he was about to be unable to maintain his cold personality, the phantom that looked like a statue of **** raised his hand a little, and the little red flower seemed to have seen a terrible natural enemy, and closed the blooming petals with a bang, pretending to be dead. Gong Xiqiu: “…”


    He looked at his intact fingers.


    The pain just now seemed to be an illusion.


    "What''s going on?"


    Gong Xiqiu looked at Xiao Honghua and once again owed her hands.


    "Ao—"


    I was bitten again.


    Gong Xiqiu didn''t even have time to retract his hand.


    The phantom looked over again and stopped him.


    Gong Xichou grinned and shook his fingers. He looked at the little red flower and wanted to uproot the other party. This time he stretched out his index finger and thumb, ready to strangle its "throat".


    As expected, **** were bitten again. Gong Xiqiu relied on the phantom''s side gang and was not afraid at all. After working back and forth seven or eight times, Xiao Honghua was completely autistic and ignored Gongxi''s hatred.


    "Huh? Are you angry?"


    The flowers raised by my elder brother are quite tough. Gong Xichou thought in his heart that he had made some fertilizer to arrange it. Only with fertilizer could it grow stronger. The little red flower seemed to know what he was thinking. The halo was stretched into a slender whip, slapped his back of his hand vigorously.


    "Why are you hitting someone again?"


    "Are you not happy to fatten you?"


    Gong Xiqiu was so angry that he could hardly hold the wooden stick, so he could only flip his left and right hands back and forth. From outsiders'' eyes, he suddenly had hysteria and had epilepsy on the spot. Chen Tang focused a little: "Gong Xiqiu, are you... jumping at the master?"


    Gongxi Qiu was also affected by the inversion of civil and military affairs.


    As a Gongxi tribe, he might not have become a literary scholar, but a temporary high priest? Take over his brother to dance to the master?


    Chen Tang spoke, Xiao Honghua was as obedient as she saw a ghost.


    At first glance, what an innocent white lotus.


    Gong Xiqiu grinned: "No."


    After saying that, he saw a smile appearing on the phantom''s cold face. When he looked closely, it seemed like his illusion.


    Chen Tang looked up at the sky in confusion.


    I don’t understand what Gong Xiqiu has been staring at his head.


    It’s not that Kang Jishou has made achievements, right?


    Chen Tang remembered those dark experiences of "shit is coming" in those years, and his expression was stiff, and he wanted to find someone to hold an umbrella now.


    Jimo Qiu didn''t know that Gongxi''s enemy had several times at this time, but he rode a red war horse like a line of fire out of the formation, and raised his hand to transform into weapons. He doesn''t know how to curse people, so he naturally doesn''t know how to curse and provoke. He just said, "Jimo Qiu, please give me advice."


    Wu Xian, who had just discussed the dispatch of people: "..."


    After experiencing the Xiaocheng Alliance and the Dragon Slaying Bureau, he was deeply impressed by this face: "Is it Gongxiqiu? No, he is not so young..."


    Gong Xiqiu''s temperament is very aggressive and wild, and he wishes to write the words "God is the eldest and my second" on his face, not taking people other than Chen Tang into consideration. The young general looked much gentler, at least not as rampant as he was.


    Wu Xian has confirmed that the manpower will be taken out.


    As Chen Tang expected, this person was brought by the national teacher.


    only-


    "This person, let me come!"


    In front of everyone''s eyes, a black hand bone suddenly poked out from the land and grabbed the general who was about to take the battle. This scene shocked the general''s heart to be beaten half a beat. When he saw his feet clearly, he knelt on one knee without hesitation and shouted, "I''ve seen the leader!"


    Wu Xian was shocked!


    Leader?


    The person who can use this title now...


    Wu Xian''s heart was sunk and heavy.


    Before this, he had no trace of the leader of the Immortal Life Sect, let alone the other party had been hiding underground! As the old voice sounded, the black bones broke out from the ground, and everyone also saw the whole picture of the black bones. This skeleton is extremely wide. Even though it is hunched over and has not yet stood up straight, it is as high as the shoulders of ordinary warriors. When it stretches completely, it will stand out.


    The black bone walked to the national master as if no one was around and called out to the latter: "Uncle, let me do it."


    The two are actually uncle and nephew.


    But the national teacher said, "Why are you awake now?"


    Heigu said, "Hey, I have to meet old enemies."


    The national master glanced at the red color in front of the formation.


    He said: "It''s not one of those people back then, it should be the new high priest of the Gongxi clan. I heard about him before, but I never thought I would meet him so soon. You haven''t fully awakened yet, and forcing you out, will it really not affect your body?"


    The flames in Black Bone''s eye sockets jumped a few times.


    It seems to be more vigorous than before.


    "That little impact is nothing."


    Hearing the other party calling himself "Jimo", he felt his empty soul trembling. This clear experience has not been there for hundreds of years. Seeing that Heibo couldn''t persuade him, the national master did not stop him.


    "Since that''s the case, then you-go and tear him apart!"


    Black bone raised his palm and patted the national teacher lightly.


    Stepping past Wu Zuo''s head, he walked towards Jimo Qiu with great strides. The closer you get, the louder the laughter of the air is floating, the clearer, sharper and sharper. I saw a cold wind blew for no reason on the ground, and the two armies heard the sound of the wind, which seemed to be hidden by countless lonely ghosts.


    People with low concentration bent down and vomited on the spot.


    As the wind gets stronger, countless black fog gathers towards the black bones, layer after layer onto the surface of each bone. Every step it takes, the flesh and blood will be thicker. It was not until nine steps later that it turned into a tall and mighty man wearing black martial armor, like a ghost general crawling out of the eighteenth level. It looked at Jimoqiu quietly and asked, "Jimoqiu, people from the Gongxi clan?"


    Its sound is very weird.


    There seemed to be a hundred and ten male and female voices speaking together.


    "yes."


    Jimo Qiu answered calmly.


    I don’t know which face the other person looks at.


    In the rear, Gong Xiqiu subconsciously tightened his wooden stick.


    Just because he saw that the Black Bone Martial Armor was not Martial Armor, but the dense faces of human beings, men and women, old and young, without exception, they all looked at his elder brother with resentful eyes.


    Suddenly I was reminded that there was another monthly ticket post. Now there should be two posts in the book review area that can participate at the same time (monthly ticket posts dated 3.10-3.20 and 3.15-3.25. The first one has less than fifty places, and the last one has more.)