179 Nangong Yizhi's Hanxing Wars Ancient Poetry and Painting

The rebellion in Wuyou Shengcheng caused Xuanyuan Wuji to lose a large amount of money. He was very angry and sent Gu Shihua and Jian Wuxin to lead 20,000 soldiers to quell the rebellion. Tens of days later, the two arrived at Wuyou Shengcheng.

There are 20,000 officers and soldiers stationed outside Wuyou City, and their military tents are densely packed. In order to show off, Wen Qifeng specially sent people to lead the way, but he stayed at home and enjoyed his happiness.

In the commander's tent, ancient poems and paintings and Jian Wuxin sat on their shoulders. Suddenly, they heard a soldier coming to report an old man to see him, claiming that he knew he was sent by Feng. The two looked at each other and ordered the soldiers to bring him in.

Not long after, an old man entered the tent. The old man was about sixty years old. When he entered the tent, he bent over slightly to show his etiquette.

"Who did you come to report the name?" Jian Wuxin saw that the old man had no bowing ceremony, and was curious about how this person came to profit.

When the old man heard this, he replied: "Return to the general, I know that I am leaning over to the housekeeper and the corporal above." After reporting his name, the old man said: "This robber suddenly formed a year ago. At first, there were only a few dozen. This year has passed, and the number of people has exceeded this number, but I don't know how many giants are."

"Then what are you doing? Go and call your master and I." Ancient poetry paintings became very popular when they heard it. It was something. I thought that my surname Wen would be close to Wenxiang, and it would be great if I had a close relationship with Wenxiang.

Na Zhi was not afraid at all after hearing the words of ancient poems and paintings. Instead, he looked at the ancient poems and paintings: "General, my master must deal with official duties, but he really can't get along with him. I am quite familiar with the terrain in this area, so I have to send him to lead the way with the general! I hope the general will kill the robbers as soon as possible, so as not to be afraid of Bai's surname in the city."

Damn it, it's really an old fox. He doesn't come and call him down. If something happens, he will push it to the servant. If he makes any contribution, he will jump out and lead it. Jian Wuxin scolds Qi Wen Qi Feng and Wen Xiang from the heart, but he can't scold him.

"Well! Since that's the case, tell me what method can be used to attract the robbers." Gu Shihua looked displeased: "Just a robber asked me to come, it's really useless."

The latter sentence is undoubtedly for the scholars, who did not criticize him when he heard the words. "According to what I saw, this group of robbers had no place to float, so they had to have one method to lead them out."

"What method?" Jian Wuxin asked hurriedly.

"Let the line and remove the fish." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Okay! Then go back and ask your master to prepare 200,000 silver for the shipment, so I can fish." Ancient poetry and paintings are not vegetarians. The old man immediately understood when he talked about ancient poetry and paintings. But the scribe was so big that he had such a young mind. He never thought that ancient poetry and painting would react so quickly, which would cause trouble for the master. The scribe kept up and down: "It would be fine if you could catch those people with real gold and silver, and there would be no less silver, but if you were general." "Pa" As soon as the scribe said this, Jian Wuxin slapped the scented eucalyptus in front of him: "Don't you believe that I and the sect are capable of the sect?" Jian Wuxin looked at the scribe angrily. Seeing that he was angry, the latter hurriedly said: "General misunderstanding, please listen to my detailed words." Seeing that he was speechless, the scribe continued: "You can release fake news in the city for the purpose of fish ears."

"This method is very good." Gu Shihua looked happy, but he almost killed this old bastard. He wanted to get some military expenses here, but after saying this, he couldn't force himself. He was a literary figure, and this meeting already showed it.

"Then you go and do it. Remember, don't show your military aircraft." Jian Wuxin said casually, and the scholar went down.

"Pianhua, you really plan to fight like this. We don't know where the robbers live! We will send troops rashly and are afraid of falling into a trap!" After the scholar left, Jian Wuxin hurriedly said to ancient poetry and painting.

"You don't think about it. If there were such a large number of robbers, this place would have become a waste city long ago. How could it be so complex? You didn't see the old man wearing clothes just now, and it was not something that ordinary people could wear." After saying that, the ancient poem and painting fell into deep thought.

"You mean that officials and bandits colluded with each other and acted on purpose." Jian Wuxin is not stupid. How could he not understand what ancient poetry and painting say?

"It won't be true, at least we have to be careful. The old man in Wenxiang might have paid attention to it." Gu Xiandian said.

"Then you have a good rest. You are tired from marching for dozens of days, and the soldiers are tired. After the rest is done, the old man named Wen has everything ready and we will go to quell the chaos in person." Jian Wuxin saw that ancient poetry and painting were thinking about something, and did not want to disturb him, so he said something and left the account.

A few days later, the scribes brought more than a dozen officers and soldiers to the military tent. When they saw Gu Jian, they didn't say much. They directly stated that the matter was ready. They just waited for the general and others to set off. The news was released, and the route was also arranged by the scribes.

"I and General Jian still have Shangyi, so you can wait outside the tent." Jian Wuxin called the scholar out of the tent: "Wuxin, I think something is wrong with this."

"What's wrong?" Jian Wuxin asked hurriedly.

"It's better for us to act separately. Each of us will lead 10,000 soldiers to come. You will lead other soldiers to meet you ten miles behind me." The ancient poem and painting expressed his own thoughts.

"You are afraid that the old guy will collude with him and take it all by all." Jian Wuxin understood the meaning of ancient poetry and painting: "I don't think it looks like it, but I don't know what the wind sounds like this old guy is, and whether those robbers will come to rob it." Jian Wuxin said what he was thinking.

"Just as I said, I will take the lead and you will deal with the aftermath." After saying that, the ancient poem and painting said to Jian Wuxin again: "Remember, don't be too far away. Of course, if you want me to die, you can't come." After saying that, the ancient poem and painting were very connected and went out to find troops.

Seeing him leaving the tent, Jian Wuxin was confused and touched his head: "Isn't it just a robber? As for being so nervous? Really."

It was noon when the ancient poems and paintings led the soldiers. The sun was hanging high in the air, but there was no smell of heat. The scholar even led the way forward, and the destination was the place where he was robbed last time.

The brigade was escorting hundreds of wooden carts on the official road, and riots came from time to time from time to time from the woods on both sides.

The brigade walked for an hour or two and there was no one in sight. There was not even a passerby on the official road. Suddenly, a woman first came to report: "General, there was a woman sitting in the middle of the official road, unwilling to move out of the way, and went forward to ask questions and did not answer."

When I heard this, I was delighted: "I finally took the bait and continued to move forward." When the ancient poem and painting waved their hand, the army of ten thousand people continued to drive towards the front.

After walking for about half an hour, I saw a woman sitting in the middle of the official road, with a wooden comb in her hand intentionally or unintentionally combing her hair: "I drove this road, you have to pay for it if you want to pass." Before the ancient poems and paintings could be spoken, the woman on the ground had already spoken.

"Oh! Is that right? Did you use up the silver you robbed a few days ago?" Ancient poetry painting laughed and replied.

"Oh! So it's a woman! Really, how could the emperor send a woman? I thought he would send someone." The woman on the ground suddenly stood up: "General Gu, why is it you?" The woman on the ground obviously knew ancient poetry and paintings. The ancient poetry and paintings were also stunned when she saw the woman standing up, because the woman standing up from the ground was either someone else or a poisonous lady.

"Since you are here, don't think about going back. Haven't you noticed anything wrong around you?" The Poisonous Lady looked at him strangely and asked. Seeing that the Poison Lady said without saying anything, "At first, the idiot leader, if it weren't for Nangong Yi's life, how could he go back alive?" He was stunned when he heard this ancient Lady and hurriedly looked around. Seeing that the woods around him seemed to be moving, he looked at him with a fixed eye and didn't move at all. "Is this the formation?" The ancient Lady and Painting asked.

"I don't know if it's a formation, but since you're here, surrender! Don't think that the boy behind you will come to save you. He doesn't know what happened now." After saying that, the Poison Lady was puzzled: "You are so stupid! Why is I the only one who is the robbery? But the boy behind him is not lucky. He is Han Xing. You also know that Han Xing misses Wu Lai for nothing. If you haven't seen his man come home for a year, will he let the person sent by the emperor go?" After saying that, the Poison Lady shook her head constantly, just like Jian Wuxin following the ancient poem painting is really dead.

"If you don't surrender, one of the ten thousand troops will drown you by spitting a sip of water." The scholar on the side looked at it for a long time and saw only the poisonous lady, without a single figure, and he was expected to be bluffing.

"Madam Wu, can you please come out and say something?" Gu Shihua couldn't help feeling nervous after hearing the words of the Poison Lady. He never expected that the head of this group of robbers was Han Xing, and Han Xing also knew the skills of ancient poetry and paintings, and it was not enough to escape the Poison Lady in front of him.

"Do you call your elder sister or second sister or call me?" With a soft cry, Wen Qian'er rushed out of the woods and couldn't help but be stunned when she saw that the other party was an ancient poem and painting: "Why is it you? The emperor is so stupid. I don't know such an obvious thing."

When I saw the visitor, I was not stunned. Since Han Xing was here, Wen Qian'er was also wondering what was so strange about: "So it's the princess! How did you change your career and become a robber?"

"Hey! You are not married, I don't know how hard it is to marry you! I am comfortable at home and become a eldest lady, but after getting married, I have to marry a chicken and a dog and a dog. My eldest sister is a robber. What's wrong with me now?" Wen Qian'er looked cute and looked like she took the other person seriously.

"Since there are such strange people, many of them are useless, so I ask Han Xing to come out and fight me. If I win, I will raise my hand to surrender." I am afraid that it will not be the case with the ancient poetry painting and painting, and said, "Your husband Wu Lai and I can be considered an official in one day, so we shouldn't be so heartless." After saying that, the ancient poetry painting looked at the surrounding woods.

"It's true, it's a good general. Nangong Yi is really right and he's still calm in the face of danger." As the voice came out of several people from the woods, a commotion came from the woods.

Soon, half of the entire 10,000-person team was surrounded by a group of people on both sides of the avenue. Each of them had different weapons, some with wooden sticks, some with knives, some with spears, and some without anything. They stood there with one hand and looked at the soldiers with a ferocious look. The clothes were even more diverse, and they really looked like robbers.

The ancient poetry and paintings were only seen in a glance, but there were only more than 2,000 people, but the marching brigade of ten thousand people was indescribable. The length was indescribable, and people could easily separate the marching formation of ten thousand people and cut them in half.

After looking at the back of the ancient poems and paintings, he looked at the people who came. Except for the two people who didn’t know the ancient poems and paintings, he knew all the other ancient poems and paintings: "Hanxing, Ruolan, Ma, Chi Xin, Nangong Yi, Wu Feng, no one else can do anything!" After a moment of pause, he said, "Master Ma, the prince has started this robber business. Can’t your country afford to support two people?"

"Go to your mother, don't be sowed. I even robbed you as my wife today." The shame became angry when I heard it. It was enough to insult myself and insult my country. When Chi Xin said that, she wanted to take action but was stopped by Ma Wu: "I pointed out that my name was about to fight with my wife, why do you make a coax? Go and go."

After hearing this, Chi Xin had to stand behind Ma Bu. Han Xing looked at the ancient poem and painting: "General Gu, you know you are not my opponent, why did you force me out?"

"At least I can prove whether Wuxin was really killed, so I would be a little confused!" As soon as the ancient poetry painting finished speaking, the man rushed high: "Let me see what my wife is capable of." The ancient poetry painting painting man went from high to bottom in the air, swooping upwards and attacking the cold heart.

Han Xing did not move either. He reached out and caught the attack with one claw. He pulled his body away and moved his body to the left. Gu Shihua rushed behind him, and his palms turned around and turned his head and his back hand and clawed him straight into Han Xing's calf.

"You can touch my legs." Han Xing said coldly and kicked it out of the claw door.

"Bor!" Ancient poetry painting was kicked into the claws, and its magic power penetrated into the heart. It spurted blood and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Chi Xin quickly stepped forward, captured him, and looked at the ancient poem painting with lust: "I dare to fight my wife, I really don't know how to live or die. I'm not going to be my good wife now."

"Bah." Gu Shihua vomited Chi Xin's mouth and cursed: "It turns out that the wife is a Taoist sect, but she is here to bully me, a martial arts man. It's so shameless." Gu Shihua just said this and was slapped directly by a little girl next to her: "If you dare to scold my elder sister, I will kill you." The little girl seemed to be afraid that the other party would not believe it, so she quickly pulled out the sword and put it on the other party's neck.

"Hanyu" Han Xing shouted, and Hanyu stopped and said aggrievedly: "He is scolding you, but he is venting his anger for you."

"Okay! Nangong Yi, these people are left to you. Let's go and catch the sword Wuxin." When Han Xing said that, he led the way into the woods, and a group of people behind him were also followed by the poisonous lady. Nangong Yi suddenly took out five flags from his body, and the flags were about the size of his hand: "The five elements are transformed," Nangong Yikou cooperated with his fingers, and the five flags disappeared in his palm.

The scholar felt the darkness in front of him, and then he took the horse and fell to the ground without moving. The others were no exception. They all covered their heads and turned dizzy. Not long after, all of them fell to the ground.
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