Chapter 1257: 1257: Battle will begin (eighteen)

Chapter 1257 Chapter 1257: The battle is about to start (eighteen)
Is Liu Yan sick?
How can it be?
At first glance at the news, Feng Ye and others didn't believe it. Especially Cheng Jing, he was fortunate to watch Jiang Yanji kill the demon from a close distance, knowing that Jiang Yanji was a person who even counseled monsters and demons, and he did not believe that the death of a grandmother would hit her like this.
Whatever fact is better than eloquence, the evidence is strong.
On suspiciousness, they are far worse than Huang Song. Even Huang Song was convinced by the collected evidence. What do they use to question the truth?
If they suspect that evidence is needed, they can't find any evidence or flaws to overturn the fact that "Yellow willow disease is seriously ill."
Could it be irresponsible speculation based on intuition alone or "I thought ..."?
"The protagonist means ... seize this opportunity?"
Jiang Yanji was seriously ill, and he had no heads under the tent. Even if the warriors and military generals were able to do so, they would not be able to succeed in many things.
Losing the main character means that without the mainstay, whether it is offensive or defensive, it will be fearful.
This is a good time for Huang Song and others to take the opportunity to expand the results of the war.
Huang Song nodded, "The chance is only once, and we don't know when Lanting's condition will improve ... or worsen ..."
Jiang Yanji is still a single dog now, and her knees are empty. If she knelt down, the forces she founded would inevitably fall apart.
Just thinking about that situation, Huang Song couldn't help sighing.
As an opponent, the worse the enemy is, the better, but as a friend, he wants her to be good.
Of course, before the victory or defeat, the relationship between him and Jiang Yanji was only hostile.
Cheng Jingdao, "If you rush into the army, I'm afraid it's not appropriate. It's better to try tentative troop transfers--"
Feng Yu gave Yu Jing a surprised look at Cheng Jing. It was the first time that the other party was so cautious.
"You Mo is right, Liu Ye has always been treacherous and cunning, even if the evidence is as strong as a mountain, he must keep a few more eyes."
Huang Song was a little hesitant, but Cheng Jing and Feng Yan's words made sense, first try the depth, if there is fraud, they will not lose their pants.
"If you can, keep an eye on Zixiao." Cheng Jing thought for a while, adding, "Since he is a messenger sent by Lanting Gong, Lan Tinggong is really sick or fake. He should not be seriously ill. He should be very clear. I can do it for a while and a half, but I can't do it all the time. "
No matter how much information is explored by the front line, as long as Wei Ci reveals flaws here, the truth will be clear at a glance.
Huang Song nodded at the moment.
Cheng Jingdao said, "If the Lanting father is seriously ill, the principal can sit back and relax without worrying."
Wei Ci didn't know that Cheng Jing had pitted him, but he also knew that there were countless eyes lurking around him.
His past life can restrain his feelings and ambitions, and his mentality has been exercised for a long time.
In a strange environment, he needs to be more careful.
As the protagonist's heavy confidant, the protagonist is seriously ill and unconscious. What should he do?
Wei Ci couldn't be more clear, because he had the template of the last life in his hand.
In his mind, he repeatedly played back the situation of his former lord's severe illness and constant treacherous court. He naturally showed his worry and sadness.
Although it is not to be marginal, the whole person is very stunned and furious.
He copied Jiang Jingji's scriptures for blessings according to the habits of the previous life, and once he copied, he forgot himself.
Every day at two o'clock, go to the Lingtang to give the old Fengjun guarding the spirit for a while, return to the bedroom to wash, and then pray to the Lord to copy the scriptures for blessing.
He didn't know how many eyes were staring at him secretly, and when he was staring at him, all he had to do was complete the play.
After a few days, an unexpected visitor came.
"Master Dust?"
This person was not a bystander, it was the old monk who met him halfway that year and gave him "Fengming".
Master Chen was the master of Liufu who invited him to do things for Lao Fengjun.
The alarm bell in Wei Ci's heart was a masterpiece, and he quickly tightened his nerves.
"Door Wei, I don't know if it's inconvenient for the grandma to enter the house now?"
Master Chen Chen looked at Wei Ci with a smile, and saw that his vitality was still there, and his smile was a little stronger.
Wei Ci turned away and let Master Chen come in, and at the same time, he beat the drums up and down, not knowing the purpose of Chen's coming.
Wei Ci is very clear that Master Chen and Liu Liu are both real people and they can see a lot of "unscientific" things.
Others don't know about Jiang Yanji's situation, these old sticks always have a way to know.
"After a few years, the donor Wei looks a lot better."
Wei Ci said, "Thanks to the blessing of the master, Ci has been carefully nursed in recent years, and his body is much stronger than before."
Master Chen Chen saw the long open scroll on his desk case, full of straight and elegant words, just like Wei Ci.
Wei Ci saw that he was looking at the transcript of his transcript, his ears were red and his eyes were cramped.
"Is Master Chen here this time, for the sake of telling the old?"
Master Chen Chen shook his head. "No, the old man came naturally to find a donor."
Wei Ci said, "Master, please."
Master Chen said, "Does the donor Wei remember the demon he said before?"
Wei Ci modestly said, "Of course I remember, but I haven't been able to find the traces these years, and Ci is also worried. Is there a clue here for the master?"
Master Chenchen shook his head with regret, "there is no clue, but an old man asked the old man to transfer things to the donor."
After all, Master Chenchen took out a jade seal and placed it in front of Wei Ci. This jade seal was strange and exquisite in shape, seven inches thick and two and a half inches long, white like ice and snow, transparent texture, and there was no reason to feel it. The icy breath makes people feel refreshed.
Just after seeing this jade seal, Wei Cihuo widened his eyes, leaned straight forward and picked up the jade seal.
"This, isn't this the seal used by Liuru to ask God to show?"
Almost every Taoist priest will use a seal in rituals and ceremonies. This is an important guy for their meals. It is a stamp used to stamp on the table. It is reported that only the stamped documents can be received by the deities, and the ghosts and gods are ordered to use them.
Liu Ruzhen is regarded as his half division, and Wei Ci's current stick skill is taught by the other side.
How can Wei Ci be unfamiliar with his seals?
Master Chen said, "A few years ago, this person fled to the river in a hurry, and could not help but hit the gate and left this thing."
A few years ago?
Wei Ci was startled and asked, "When is it about?"
Master Chen Chen said for a while, and Wei Ci felt a little confused.
The time for Liuru to escape to Hejian was shortly after the two met ...
"Live him ..."
Although there is no evidence, Wei Ci feels that the other party is in trouble.
Master Chenchen laughed, "That man is innocuous, and there should be no worry about his life. Don't worry about the donor."
Wei Ci was relieved, and he glanced down at the delicate seal in his hand, not knowing what Liu Ruren was to imply.
Master Chen Chen said, "In Taoism, Fayin is mostly used to ask for a table. This jade seal has followed many masters and has already cultivated spirituality. Real people leave this for you, for fear of the latter. "
Wei Ci is not a Taoist priest, and he did not use the occasion of Fayin. Thinking about it, there is only the possibility of "suppressing evil spirits".
"Ci Lue knows how to avoid demons and demons, and I don't know where evil spirits are ... Real people hand this thing to mercy, it's really a violent thing."
Master Dust said, "It always means what he means, so maybe I can use it someday."
(End of this chapter)