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 literati to fight against generals is rare in a century. In the past, literati would either sound the horn of victory or the army would charge and pick up a few heads to enjoy it; or the building would be in a battle with its back, and the situation would be at a strait of life, even the precious literary scholars would have to lift their swords.

Of course, this is a special case.

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 their request for battle was extremely small, so they still wanted to experience the "fun" of military generals. The ministers were so warlike, Xun Zhen looked at his colleagues on both sides and silently took half a step back.

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, 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 back then."

There are usually only three games in the fight. If the overall strength of both sides is close, they will agree to play five games without being sure of each other, and they will strive for an opportunity to use morale growth to widen the overall gap. Wu Zhaode and Chen Tang both tacitly avoid the latter, and only three games will determine the outcome.

The first game is often a test of both sides.

Yu Zi was in a mess and unexpectedly took it.

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 idly by and lose: “…I wouldn’t worry if it were the one sent by Wu Zhaode, but what if it was the worshiper of 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 a candidate who could win. They couldn't take the initiative to go to it themselves, right? Judging from the arrow she just shot, her current martial arts value is seriously limited. The literary scholar is not as stubborn as a martial artist.

"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 relieved with a naked eye.

As a younger brother, he always knew his brother's troubles - as a high priest, Mama did not need the high priest to do anything. It was just because Mama had too many loyal, capable and willing ministers under his tent. All the high priests could do, and all the subordinates could do, and all the subordinates could find a way to do what the high priests could not do, and all the subordinates could find a way to do it.

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 courtesy 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 loyalty of the latter. Both belonged to the relationship between superiors and subordinates, and the high priest was her vassal. He was allowed to follow and look up, and he could order him to do everything that his ministers could do without any extra cost.

Gong Xiqiu didn'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 were given for free will not be cherished, and people will do the same. The elder brother would not be able to pay too much attention to him when he was working for free - Chu Yao, Qi Shan and Gu Chi, who did not have any bones? Take his example, how many games did he fight with Mama? The injuries she suffered were all caused by 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 other ones would have a plate of crisp bones, which would taste crispy. What about the elder brother? The elder brother was a pot of stewed broth without bones, so he only had to chew.

Mama doesn't seem to understand this very much.

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

Now he is finally useful. 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 living in a cold palace for a long time, and he was named after the head of his head."

From this perspective, it can be understood.

People who are favored will not find it rare.

Shen Tang ordered Jimo Qiu to play the second game.

Gong Xichou shouted: "Brother, I will hold it for you."

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

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 doesn't even touch him on weekdays. He never thought that his elder brother also had this problem and did not let others touch the wooden stick easily. Gong Xiqiu wanted to touch him for a long time, but he never found a chance to speak. Now that he has a ready-made reason, he can't refuse, right?

Jimo Qiu did not refuse.

But I 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 buyer surprised him. The wooden stick seemed light and never thought it was so heavy. The touch of the buyer was not as rough as the ordinary wood, but it had a delicate feeling of holding jade. The moment he held it, the world he saw with his eyes also changed a lot. Countless light spots of different colors filled the world, and each person had different colors, some were single, and some were mixed...

The colors of people like Chu Yao are particularly dazzling.

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

Gong Xichou subconsciously looked at Shen Tang's position.

She is clean and has no color.

Gong Xichou blinked, his pupils shook 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 were countless intertwined illusory wooden branches. Looking up further, Chen Tang was wrapped in an extremely familiar phantom.

The phantom was wearing a veil hat. Through the tulle falling from the veil, a face mixed with compassion and coldness could be seen. The forehead was decorated with delicate and small seals, and his hands were hanging on both sides. Gong Xiqiu suddenly remembered that there had been nowhere to be seen. Isn’t this a statue of a tribe god?

The statue of the tribe god is pinching hands with his hands and his eyes are 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 Xiqiu's heartbeats like a drum, and his palm holding the wooden stick tightened his strength.

After a while, Gong Xiqiu looked up cautiously.

Just in time to meet the sight of "it".

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

The phantom did not do anything to him, but just nodded slightly to respond, and then moved his gaze away. Gong Xichou wanted to ask his elder brother if he knew these things. The man had already taken out of the battle, so he could only swallow his questions back to his stomach. Even if he didn't ask, Gong Xichou would probably know the answer. The change in vision started 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 questions, but just studied the wooden stick himself. He found that holding the wooden stick not only allowed to see different things, but also had a vague sense of strangeness. The little red flowers on the wooden stick were very special.

Gongxi's 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 flowers bent down sharply.

Gong Xiqiu was shocked.

I was afraid that I would accidentally break the flowers, so my brother wouldn't tear him down?

Just as he was about to retract his hand, he saw the little red flower scattering halos around him, forming a "mouth" full of white fangs. At that time, he soon gave Gong Xichou a mouthful of his finger.

It was obviously a halo without physical body, but Gong Xiqiu almost jumped up in pain. This was a heart-to-heart! Just when he was about to be unable to maintain his cold personality, the phantom that looked like a god raised his hand a little, and the little red flower seemed to have seen a terrible natural enemy. With a bang, it closed the blooming petals and pretended 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—"

Been 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, two fingers were bitten again. Gong Xiqiu relied on the shadow'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 Gong Xiqiu.

"Huh? You're so angry?"

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

"Why are you hitting someone again?"

"Are you not happy to fatten you?"

Gong Xichou was so much that he could hardly hold the wooden stick. He could only rush back and forth with his left and right hands. From outsiders' eyes, he suddenly had hysteria and became epilepsy on the spot. Chen Tang focused a little bit: "Gong Xichou, are you... jumping to the great god?"

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

As a Gongxi tribe, he may not have become a literary scholar, but a temporary high priest? He will take over his brother and become a great god?

Chen Tang spoke, and Little Red Flower 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 he had an illusion.

Chen Tang looked up at the sky in confusion.
To be continued...