The master of mourning clothes opened the letter and clenched his fists tightly.

Qiu Buping hurried away, and with Xiao Tie, Xiao Tie, returned to the village with Shen Qiu and others.

On the way back, Xiao Tie remained silent until he reached the back village, when he suddenly asked Chen Qiu:

"Brother Shen, I can't figure out why my father and the right and wrong village have come to this point? Can you help me solve my doubts?"

"What do you want me to say, an outsider?"

Chen Qiu shrugged helplessly. He looked at the tangled boy, then pointed to his wing room and said:

"But if you really want to know, just listen to me just tell you casually.

But what I said is not completely correct, just use it as a joke.

This is a non-city matter. The fault is your father. He has taken ninety-nine steps on this road. Seeing that hope is ahead, he stopped at the last step.

That's why today's disaster."

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On the other side, thirty miles outside Qinglong Mountain, in the Southern Dynasty army camp.

Weihou Zhao Lian was sitting on a chair.

His face was pale, his chest and abdomen were covered with blood-stained bandages, and he was shot in an arrow on his left arm, which had been pulled out, but his muscles and bones were damaged. I was afraid he had to cultivate carefully.

But although miserable.

But it was not as rumored, seriously injured and dying.

Although Zhao Lian's martial arts are not as amazing as Qiu Buping, he also practices protective energy and wears hundreds of refining armor. Although he was shot by Qiu Buping, he was not yet at the level of death.

He deliberately released the news to make the right and wrong people feel at ease, and also to make the Southern Dynasties ready to retreat.

However, this retreat was not because of fear of revenge on the right and wrong.

The village has been crippled by a battle, so there is no need to be afraid.

What Weihou was even more worried was that the 20,000 elite troops from the Northern Dynasties had already rushed towards Qinglong Mountain. If the Southern Dynasties did not retreat, they would easily get involved in the subsequent battle.

"Have the letter been sent?"

Weihou, whose hair and beard were white, played with two iron balls with his right hand. He asked his confidants beside him.

The latter nodded and replied with his hands crossed:

"I have sent the letter to the detective, and I have also seen that the non-city people have received the letter. I believe that the news that the Northern Dynasties Army is coming has been known by Qiu Buping."

"very good!"

Zhao Lian touched his breath, squinted his eyes and said:

"The Yelu Sect wanted to take advantage of the fact that the Hou and the Shifei Village were both defeated and then pick the peaches. The Hou took the plan and made the barbarians of the Northern Dynasty fight with the remaining soldiers of the Shifei Village first.

By then, no matter who wins or loses, I can be the oriole.

If we can win, the 20-year chaotic situation in Qilu can be determined by a battle!"

Of course, my confidants dare not express their opinions on this kind of thing.

He felt that his marquis had a great plan to fight, but what if he couldn't fight with the Northern Dynasties?

Or, the French village has been crippled. Do you dare to fight another battle against the elite Northern Dynasties who are like tigers and wolves?

Weihou is very confident.

Especially before, when he saw that Qiu Buping commandered the non-city soldiers repelled the elites of the Southern Dynasty, he became more and more confident in this strategy.

"The supreme twelve weapons, hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix."

Zhao Lian patted the table with regret, and he said:

"It's really a treasure weapon for military strategists. It's a pity that it fell into the hands of the fugitive. If our court can get the treasure weapon, drive out the Tartars, and restore the country, it's not bad."

After sighing, Zhao Lian got up and put on a dress, and walked towards the edge of the camp.

This is where the leaders and soldiers from the Southern Dynasties who joined the camp were located, and it was a distance from the camp.

Zhao Lian ignored the leaders and went straight into the depths of the camp. He opened the tent and saw a strong smell of herbs.

In the tent, Wu Shifeng, a ghost scholar with a naked upper body, was kneeling on the ground and worshiping in the direction of Shifeizhai.

He was also burned on a large scale, and his face was mostly burned, looking like a ghost.

It was just that the Southern Dynasty soldiers who broke into the village that night were rescued in time, so they saved their lives.

His appearance at this time was somewhat similar to his nickname.

Zhao Lian stood on the edge of the tent with a smile, and did not stop Wu Shifeng from worshiping his dead comrades.

The ghost scholar endured great pain every move, which could be seen from his twitching cheeks.

But even though he endured the extreme pain caused by the burns, the ghost scholar's worshiping movements remained solemn, with a sense of a bachelor's style.

In front of him, there were several tablets.

There were his second brother Liu Junshan, and his brother Qian Guaizi. The remaining few were written with the words "Yi Feizhai". The incense candles were lit, and paper money was ashes flew.

Wu Shifeng knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, barely making a tribute.

"I heard that after you woke up yesterday, you wanted to commit suicide by taking poison?"

Weihou played with the iron ball in his hand, he said:

"Do you feel that you owe Qiu Buping? Or do you feel that you have caused this and I am sorry for your brothers?"

"Why are you trying to save me?"

The ghost scholar sat cross-legged on the ground with his back facing Weihou, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"I made an agreement on that day that I would help you break the village, but I am not worthy of the Marquis' concern for me, right?"

"Shifeng's words make no sense."

Weihou walked forward with a smile, sat on the chair, and said to the ghost scholar:

"I think you are a true loyal and righteous man, and I know that you will not surrender to my dynasty.

I am saving you, not planning to do anything, but the world is already in chaos, and I can't bear to see a loyal and righteous man die.

After you heal, you will leave by yourself, and I will never stop you.”

After Weihou finished speaking, the ghost scholar sneered.

How could a person who is as wise as him believe such nonsense?

Zhao Lian didn't care about Wu Shifeng's sarcasm. He patted his knees and said:

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not.

But there is one thing that I want to tell you that the Northern Dynasty General Yelu Zong is taking 20,000 elite cavalry to your village.

Just like our dynasty, the Northern Dynasty has always coveted the land of Qilu, and they will never really occupy Qilu."

Zhao Lian narrowed his eyes and said this, and then he stopped talking.

The ghost scholar in front of him pressed his eyes and thought for a moment, he said:

"Honor Marquis has made up his mind to be an oriole?"

"Haha, it's really smart."

Zhao Lian laughed loudly, threw something out with his hand, and was throwing it at the feet of the ghost scholar, he said:

"This tiger talisman can mobilize three teams in my camp. Including the righteous men who come with you, it can also form more than 6,000 people...

You also see that I was injured and could not go into battle. How to fight in the next battle, I will leave it to you."

Weihou turned around and played with the iron ball in his hand, saying without looking back:

"I know your loyalty and righteousness, and you will be loyal and righteous.
Chapter completed!