After leaving the cave, Cheng Guan didn't stay long, and went straight to the camp where Fang Cai was stationed.

Burning the company camp is going to burn the current support corps.

However, Cheng Huan did not rush to make a move, but quietly walked towards the commander's barracks first.

It must be more important to hear about the opponent's combat deployment than to burn this place to the ground.

"The prince has ordered the iron cavalry to rush to southern Xinjiang, as long as we besiege them for another ten days and half a month, when the iron cavalry comes, our victory will be just around the corner!" Inside the military tent, a man's gruff voice came out in celebration.

"Boss, I think they are also out of ammunition and food, why don't we take this opportunity to attack fiercely and take them down in one fell swoop, why give this credit to their iron cavalry." The other man replied, his voice slightly clearer.

Cheng Huan silently hid in the dark shadows, listening intently to the conversation in the military tent.

"Hey, what do you know, the characters in this cottage have a lot of backgrounds, and there is a man who knows magic, which is very powerful." The rugged man continued mysteriously.

When he said this, the other man seemed to be shocked, and asked urgently, "What kind of spell is it?" ”

"I don't know much about this, but I only heard the military advisor say that the other party's Taoism is unfathomable and difficult to deal with, so I gave this piece of fat to their mouths to the Iron Cavalry." The man with a rough voice also said without any scruples.

Cheng Huan listened quietly, but couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

In the past ten years, presumably Yue Jiayin's spiritual cultivation has also improved a lot.

Therefore, after fighting here for half a year, they are all in a state of stalemate.

Judging by Yun Xuan's angry appearance before, the royal family should have dispatched several groups of people to suppress the bandits.

It's just that it all seems to end up failing.

Now the backup army stationed here obviously has a chance of victory.

It was only because of the obstruction of Yuejiayin's spell that he had to be stationed here, and he didn't dare to attack rashly.

At this time, Cheng Huan also has a general understanding of the situation of the entire battle.

The figure as white as snow jumped, and then swept into the void again.

And this time, there was an open flame shining in Cheng Huan's hand.

In such a fierce battle, the cottage really can't support it.

She must finish off the army stationed there before the Iron Cavalry arrives.

When the company camp is burned, it is naturally the grain, grass and horses that the army depends on for its livelihood to be burned first.

Cheng Huan swept in the void without any scruples, and a little flickering fire in his hand flickered and dimmed.

"There's a ghost! There are ghosts! It was at this moment that a burst of exclamations suddenly rang out from the camp.

Cheng Huan looked down and saw a young infantry shouting at himself as he fled into the tent.

Cheng Huan looked at himself helplessly, but because he was dressed in white and floating in the void, the other party mistakenly thought it was a ghost infestation.

He sneered coldly in his heart, and at the same time, a plan also surfaced in Chenghuan's heart.

Since the other party has already decided that she is a ghost, why not come up with a plan to make them think that it is haunted, so that the atmosphere of panic under the barracks is full of people.

Thinking like this, Cheng Huan extinguished the fire in his hand.

With a lift of her jade hand, she pulled out the sandalwood hairpin that was diagonally inserted between her buns.

The long black and silky hair floated in the air, swaying with the wind with Cheng Huan's floating figure.

"Haunted! Haunted coming! The shouts from below grew louder and louder.

Cheng Huan smiled quietly, but ignored those frightened cries, floating in the void arbitrarily.

I didn't expect that the flying technique that I accidentally obtained in the cave this time would come in handy here.

Listening to the frightened shouts getting louder and louder, Cheng Huan dodged and disappeared in the place where the barracks' grain and grass and horses were placed and raised.

As soon as his mind moved, the dead branches that had been extinguished in Cheng Huan's hands burned again.

With a strong wave of the jade hand, the dead branch flew to the dry firewood on the side.

At the same time, a black sword hilt appeared in Cheng Huan's jade hand.

The tip of the sword, as bright as the bright moon, stood in the wind, and Cheng Huan quickly dodged into the manger.

The sword light was in the sky, and more than a dozen sword flowers danced out one after another, and it turned out to be in one go.

The long sword that was like a swimming dragon, accompanied by Cheng Huan, who flew up, went straight to the reins on the wooden fence.

In just a moment, the reins of dozens of war horses were all shattered under Cheng Huan's immeasurable sword.

The unleashed war horse neighed and agitated in the manger.

Cheng Huan flew to the wooden fence, and several swords were fired in unison, and the entire manger collapsed like a building collapsing in an instant.

The sword momentum of the Infinite Sword had just been withdrawn, and Cheng Huan's left hand had already swept towards the war horse with another star-like spell.

The horses that had been struck by the spell were then scattered in all directions like real wild horses.

And at this time, another stack of shouts sounded on the other side, "There is a fire, the warehouse is on fire!" ……”

Cheng Huan saw that he had succeeded, and he didn't stop long, picked up the long sword and turned around and swept towards the cave.

The sky was already slightly white, the dark night was about to pass, and Cheng Huan's scene tonight was enough for them to clean up for a few days.

However, Cheng Huan clearly underestimated the strength of the imperial army.

In just one morning, the barracks resumed orderly drills.

Except for the war horses that were driven away by Cheng Huan who could not be found for the time being, the burned grain and grass were rescued in time, and the damage was not more than half at most.

But Cheng Huan is not in the mood to pay attention to those for the time being, the morning sun is about to jump out from behind the mountain, and the children sleeping in the cave are about to wake up.

Cheng Huan really regarded the young Gu Nan as his son, so when he saw the rising sun, he hurried back.

Presumably, when a young child wakes up and does not see him, he must be afraid.

In the cave, I didn't expect Gu Nan to wake up, and he was methodically raising a fire and boiling glutinous and soft porridge.

"Sister, are you back?" Seeing the Cheng Huan exuding from the cloak, Gu Nan didn't mind at all, and said familiarly.

It was Gu Nan's calmness that surprised Chenghuan a little.

is only a seven-year-old child, but he already knows how to take care of himself like this.

I don't know if Tianjun will have such an independent living habit like Gu Nan if he survives.

"The porridge is almost ready, sister, sit down and drink the porridge." Looking at Cheng Huan with crooked eyebrows, Gu Nan said happily.

In the years when only the old mother was accompanied by the old mother in the West Palace, Gu Nan had long developed the habit of getting up early and being self-reliant.

Every time the old mother can't walk on a cold winter day, Gu Nan cooks some porridge and vegetables by herself.

"Nan'er, when did you get up?" Cheng Huan hesitantly looked at the silent copper bell between Gu Nan's wrists, and asked softly.

It stands to reason that as long as Gu Nan has any movement, the copper bell will ring to inform her.

Why did Gu Nan actually start to boil the porridge, but she didn't react at all when she was in the barracks.

"I've been reading for an hour." Gu Nan looked at Cheng Huan with clear eyes and replied.

In the minds of young children, studying hard is the best way to please their elders.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Cheng Huan's face did not show any traces.

Pulling up his waist-length black hair, Cheng Huan gently sat down beside Gu Nan and took the wooden bowl handed by Gu Nan with a smile.

"Sister, is it delicious?" Gu Nan looked at Cheng Huan, who had a quiet face beside him, and asked expectantly.

Knowing that the little boy was too worried about himself, Cheng Huan also smiled and made a very satisfied expression, and said softly: "The porridge cooked by Nan'er herself is peerless and delicious." ”

Time flies, and in this way, in the amusement of one big and one small, another day has passed.