Song Shijin did not stop, and when he returned to the military camp outside Wurong County, the army had already been assembled, and the banners embroidered with the words "Qufu" and "Song" were in the military array, waving in the wind, and hunting sounded.

With one hand in his hand and the reins in the other, he rushed straight into the formation, and everyone gave way.

"Slow down the troops!

Before the military formation, Song Yinting and Jiang Hongyi were about to slaughter livestock and sacrifice flags for the army, and when they saw him rushing all the way, they all showed helplessness.

This eldest young master of the Guogong Mansion is known for being ambitious, in this military camp, except for Song Yinting, anyone who sees him has to give some face, but in fact, everyone respects him.

After all, Song Shijin is not a gentleman, everyone thinks of him and avoids him, and he also sees it in his eyes, but he is helpless, now is the opportunity to raise his eyebrows, so he must grasp it firmly.

I saw that before he came to the Chinese army, he turned over and dismounted, raised his arms and said: "Let's send troops slowly! Listen to me! Zhangzhou Xuan rode into the mountains, and there must be fraud in it!"

Song Yinting had long been accustomed to the demeanor of this "virtuous nephew", and beckoned him to him, and then said with a straight face: "It's okay to usually do it by temperament, but in front of the army, why don't you know the severity?"

"Uncle! My nephew is not messing around out of his temperament! It is precisely because he knows the severity that he has to risk his death to admonish him. Song Shijin looked excited.

Song Yinting was angry in his heart, but he also secretly felt that he was so bold and daring, but he had a bit of a brother's demeanor, shook his head and smiled: "There is fraud in it, are we all in the dark, but let you see it?"

"Then what do you think Zhang Chengtao meant?" asked Song Shijin with a frown.

Without waiting for Song Yinting to speak, He Yanmin on the side twisted his beard and smiled: "Is the prince teaching me to wait?"

"Nephew doesn't dare!" Song Shijin said that he didn't dare, but his face was very arrogant.

"This is a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain," Song Yinting's strategist behind him continued: "Once my army is drawn and rushes to Jianzhou, Zhangzhou Xuanqi will attack and block my retreat." The two prefectures of Jianzhou and Yanping have been suffering from disasters for a long time, the treasury is empty of grain and grass, and the army has stepped into the place of death, the retreat route is not smooth, and the supply is not passable, so it is in danger. ”

Song Shijin raised his eyebrows, hesitated slightly, and was reprimanded by Song Yinting: "You are concerned about military affairs, and your intentions are good, but you should be more stable in the future." ”

"Uncle, who saw through this plan to divert the tiger from the mountain?" Song Shijin suddenly asked.

"Carving insect skills, what a tooth. "The person who spoke was the one who first proposed that Zhangzhou Xuan ride into the mountain, maybe there was a deception.

Song Shijin was waiting for him, and when he heard this, he smiled angrily: "Sure enough, it is a small skill of carving insects, my nephew wants to ask, what kind of character is Zhang Chengtao, at the moment of life and death, he is just to lay out a small skill of carving insects that people can easily see?"

Not only was Song Yinting shocked, but the people around him were even more speechless.

"Who told you this?

When Song Shijin heard this, he almost couldn't help but roll his eyes, he was angry and hateful in his heart, and said: "Uncle said that he was laughing, doesn't my nephew have to listen to others, and he can't deduce it himself?"

Song Yin Tingxin said that Jiang is still old and spicy, and his father let Shijin get closer to Bu Gongzi, and he really did the right thing, but in two or three months, Shizi was reborn.

"According to what you say, Zhang Chengtao is suspicious?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Exactly!" Song Shijin responded: "He let Zhangzhou Xuanqi enter the mountain, most likely intentionally let our army guess, guess whether his purpose was to attack Jianzhou by surprise, or a return pistol...... However, according to what my nephew saw, the surprise attack on Jianzhou was fake, and the transfer of the tiger from the mountain was also fake!

When everyone heard him say this, the more they thought about it, the more justified they felt. Just because that hand is too rough, it is indeed not like Zhang Chengtao's handwriting.

Song Yinting pondered for a moment, and said loudly: "Hongyi, Hongyi, you two each lead 3,000 soldiers and horses to Jianzhou, and act according to the original plan! The rest of the people stay with me and garrison Wurong County! In addition, I will send more people to keep an eye on Zhangzhou Mansion, I want to see what Zhang Chengtao wants to do!"

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Kaiyuan Temple in Quanzhou.

Just after noon, outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a group of young monks poked their heads and looked inside.

Guang Nian happened to be passing by, and he also leaned over to take a look, and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

"Shhhh......hh ”

"Let me see, let me see. Guang Nian squeezed his head into it as he spoke, and said softly: "You little things, you urinate on the mountain, how have you ever seen the world...... Hey...... This time, the female benefactor is really ...... Really...... It's so good-looking......"

Gradually, the surroundings relaxed, as if no one was squeezing him, and then someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, don't worry, wait for me to look at it for a while, and then I'll change your ......" Guang Nian waved his hand behind him, and a pair of eyes kept staring at the main hall all the time.

The person behind him seemed to be impatient and had to look at it, Guang Nian was annoyed by him, glared back, and then looked wonderful.

The group of little monks had already dispersed, and there was only an old monk standing behind him who was fifty or sixty years old with a rigid face, who was Guangen, the supervisor of Kaiyuan Temple.

"Senior brother...... Guang Nian scratched his head and turned around, and said with a smile: "Your Divine Realm has grown again, and there is no trace of it." ”

"The six roots of the monks are pure, like you, what kind of body has you become? Guang En glanced at the little junior brother lightly, then turned around and walked away, walking a few steps away, before he said to himself: "When did my fate become a god realm?"

Guang Nian watched him walk away with a smile, then stuck out his tongue and said in a low voice: "The abbot said that my six roots are not pure, you care about me?"

"Senior brother may have really forgotten that my fate is Tian'er Tong. Guang'en's voice came from afar.

"I mean, senior brother is in charge of me, it's obviously right! It doesn't matter if I am a talent or not!" Guang Nian grinned, not embarrassed at all, but scolded secretly in his heart: Obviously, the supernatural powers cannot be used against the same door, but this day the ear is not selective, and it is impossible to close his ears if he wants to, it is really a loophole in the precepts, which is too unfair.

This time, he didn't say anything more, just looked at the benefactor in the temple again.

I saw the female benefactor in the hall, wearing an eye-catching goose-yellow skirt, and said to the monk who knew the guest: "The master still tells me to try, maybe the abbot is willing to see me." ”

The monk looked kind, but shook his head and said: "The female benefactor should please go back, the abbot is really in retreat these days, and no one has seen him." ”

The female benefactor looked sad, and suddenly said: "Then this master, can you recognize these three monks in the temple, one is thirteen or fourteen years old, and the other is in his early thirties, with a wide heart and a fat ......body."

While listening, Guang Nian wondered, there are many thirteen or fourteen-year-old little monks in Kaiyuan Temple, but if you want to say which one is playful, but I really can't think of it, there are more people in their early thirties who are wide in heart and fat.

It wasn't until he heard the female benefactor say, "There is another one, twenty-seven or eight is a mute", that he reacted, she was the senior brother Guanghui he was talking about.

In this way, the person in his early thirties who is broad-hearted and fat, could it be Senior Brother Guangkai?

But at the age of thirteen or fourteen, which one is playful?

He was frowning and thinking, only to hear that in the hall, the monk didn't think about it, so he blurted out: "What the female donor said, but the three uncles of Guang Nian, Guang Kai and Guanghui?"

What? You said that it was me who was greedy for play? Guang Nian almost got up and questioned the acquaintance, but for some reason, he still turned his head and slipped away.