On the road of Baicun Village, a little girl named Zhuge Liang walked very slowly, but she walked very seriously, every step was very regular, and her gait was elegant.

The villagers on the road also knew that this little girl with a somewhat cold temperament was "picked up" by the village chief from the mountain wilderness, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Li Ci cared about the girl tightly.

So they all greeted her very kindly, one, two, two...... Xiao Liang raised his little head and ignored it at first,

But later, she also coped with a few words of perfunctory response, and the little girl held her hands behind her back, holding her little head high, looking very proud.

Greet the people who greet her: "Uh-huh......", "Good ......", "Ah......" or just nod with a light look

Although the attitude is really not good. But it's a remarkable attempt.

She has never done this kind of thing, in her life, except for the master and the fat uncle, she has hardly talked to anyone on an equal footing, Xiliang Dong Zhuo, in her opinion, is an ugly and stupid fat man, and Lu Bu, in her opinion, is a very dead girl,

is always good friends with her, the talented Beihai Taishou Kong Rong, a few days ago Li Xi joked: "He will also let a pear ......" A joke made the little girl laugh for two meals.

So no matter how weird this little girl is in the eyes of passers-by, Xiao Liang thinks she is very approachable.

But in fact, this little girl has done enough shocking things along the way.

If Li Ci was here, he would also be dumbfounded.

Because every step taken seriously by the little girl is not missing the slightest step on the "node" of the circulation of the veins in the village.

After she fell from the first step, the flow of qi at the first node was condensed, and then Xiao Liang's toes turned slightly, and the qi that was blocked was completely hooked by her, and then walked forward until she stepped on the second node. The second mass of qi was intercepted, and with Xiao Liang's action as the first step, this second mass of qi was like heaven, no different.

Walk all the way, step on all the way, and wait until Xiao Liang can already see the neat military formation and the confronting women on the outskirts of the village.

There are already more than thirty qi masses connected by the leylines under Xiao Liang's feet. Like a large underground pillar, each one is about 70 meters apart, and the distance does not increase or decrease with Xiao Liang moving forward.

Xiao Liang pursed his lips, he didn't seem to be very happy, obviously the population of this village is too small, and there is not much money, so the amount of qi that can be remitted is only so little, and it is really not fun.

But it's always the novelty of trying it for the first time, so the interest is still not small.

Stretched out his hand and twisted his thumb and index finger, a drop of pure yellow crystal qi luck droplet was stained on his fingertips, of course, except for Xiao Liang, no one else could see it.

Squatting down, pointing his index finger to the ground, the number of pure yellow gas that was so dense that it formed into droplets dispersed into a huge mass of yellow gas in an instant, and then, merging in the earth's veins, slowly evolved into the shape of a spear tip.

At this moment, the entire Bai Village's qi number was like an explosion, and the first qi fortune pillar quickly collided with the second one, pushing it forward seventy meters, and then the two fit together seamlessly. And then hit the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth......

Every time it hit, it was like thunder in every square inch, and the qi of the entire Bai Village trembled.

In addition to Xiao Liang, the creator, of course, it is Li Xi, the village chief of Bai Village, who feels it the most.

Thirty thunderbolts, all of which sounded in Li Xi's ears.

He was originally running like the wind, but his body stagnated, and then he guessed what was going on, and he could only smile helplessly.

In fact, Xiao Liang, who is in charge of most of Youzhou and has actual military and political power, not to mention that he is a village head, even today, he is not qualified to say that he has more control over Youzhou than Zhuge Kongming, a civilian strategist hidden behind the scenes.

Not to mention the hundreds of people in this village, that is, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, she can decide their prosperity and disgrace with a casual word.

It's like Dong Zhuo later forcibly moved millions of people who had lived in Luoyang for several generations into Chang'an. There is nowhere to rest.

Women and children cry on the long street, and the wild road is full of rotten bones......

Even those princes who rank in the purple vermilion are like flattering dogs in front of the fat man.

A city of millions of people, the public and the grass. Three teachings and nine streams.

Everyone's decades of struggle and hard work can be turned upside down in a moment when a person opens and closes his mouth.

The word right makes countless men fight hard at the cost of their lives, even if there is no place to bury them after death, and the corpses are fed to wild dogs and jackals without regrets, which really has its own reason. It's really worth it.

But the truth of this son of a bitch really annoyed Li Ci.

So I saw a young man in cloth on the wild road, jumping forward, walking at a distance between ups and downs, like a white ape.

However, no matter how fast Li Xi's speed was, it was not far from Lu Bu after all, and when the gray qi condensed into a pillar of luck finally hit the tip of the pure yellow spear, a spear that spanned thousands of meters of leylines rushed out like a dragon.

But it didn't crash into Lu Bu, in fact, this kind of luck thing, let alone Lu Bu, even if it was against a certain Han soldier A, B and C, the other party was just painless and unscathed.

This spear crashed into the locust tree, to be precise, the Fang Tian painting halberd that nailed Song Niangzi.

With a bang, the spear was damaged and dissipated, and there was no trace of it, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd did not move at all, but with the number of qi attached to Lu Bu's halberd disappeared, then Song Niangzi naturally had no reason to be trapped.

The Dharma Body was broken, his expression was gloomy, and he was obviously not lightly damaged, but he was finally spared death.

What's more, after that shot broke through a halberd qi, less than one percent of the remaining part of it was scattered into this Yin God's body, which was also a small compensation.

It didn't cause any irreparable damage, and for this yin god, it was already a greedy luck.

She bowed to Xiao Liang with low eyebrows, she naturally knew that if this noble person had something else to do in the future, it would not be impossible to go to the yin soil to get a bruise, and the gap between herself and her was more than a thousand miles, so she didn't make her own assertions.

Xiao Liang also took care of her little ant and dusted off a little dust on her black robe.

Amazingly, I took out a carrot from my sleeve and nibbled on it. Completely ignoring the gaze that seemed to be diverted by her appearance.

Three hundred and fifty-eight people, one person is not many, starting from the first row, kneeling down layer by layer, like ripples and waves.

"See Mr. ......"

Iron armor shines. Hanging frost, water, mud.

They may be energetic or tired, but it does not affect their knees neatly and without the slightest hesitation

The voice is neat and reverent, and it is rightfully deserved.

A little girl in a white background and a black robe stood on a low slope a hundred meters away as if she were wearing mourning clothes

Let this group of soldiers kneel like good dogs.

A pair of indifferent carelessness, nibbling on a radish.

Whether it is a soldier or a little girl, they all feel that it is so deserved.

Lu Fengxian, who belongs to an outsider, put her hands on her cheeks, looking at this scene, she smiled happily, like a gentle sister picking grapes in autumn next door.

The mind is unpredictable, but he really wants to kill.

She smiled and beckoned to Xiao Liang and shouted, "Hey, Kong Ming, can I kill you......?"

Xiao Liang tilted his head, smiled innocently and cutely, and his tone was childish and ethereal: "Come on, kill it......"

At this time, the thick wolf smoke that had not yet dissipated in the distance was partially blown away by the light wind, revealing the blue sky and white sun, which looked high and refreshing.

A young man in cloth, handsome and peerless, came in the dust.

The cloth clothes are swaggering with big sleeves, the cinnabar between the young man's eyebrows is like blood, and his face is elegant, so it can be regarded as an eye-catching existence.

But when he approached to speak, everyone was dumbfounded.

The young man was so angry that he shouted at the two women silently: "Two losers, can you not do it...