Alayas are the supreme meaning of sensibility, which is usually only accessible to those who have died once.

There are countless descriptions of alayas in ancient books, often contradicting each other and not knowing what to say, but one thing is certain, that is, the Zhou master who has mastered the alayas can experience the consciousness of others through the contact between his own Qi and the Qi of others.

Later in the afternoon, Zhang Chenyuan taught Wang Yu the "Jingzong Tuna" method, which was used to tune the Qi in the meridians. After Nan Shicai quickly returned and informed Xirong's movements, Zhang Chenyuan asked Zhang Yi to take Wang Yu to the ambush site to learn and use it.

"Alayya, it may be difficult to understand when you are dying, so you need to use it more. ”

That's what Zhang Chenyuan ordered.

By breathing and breathing, you can weaken distracting thoughts, and it is easy to use the alayya sense to spy on what kind of Zhou master the enemy is.

In Zhang Chenyuan's expectant gaze, Wang Yu failed to say a good news: "In Xirong, there are two Zhou divisions, one old and one young, both like leaders, the realm of the young is Xiaocheng, and the realm of the older is Dasheng. ”

Shi Xie raised his forehead and sighed, Zhang Chenyuan closed his eyes, stabilized his mind, and then asked, "Is their Qi domain wide?"

Qi domain refers to the range of consciousness that can be sensed by a Zhou master.

"None of them are wide, they are no more than nine feet away, and their range is much smaller than mine. ”

When he said this, Wang Yu was quite proud.

Zhang Chenyuan frowned slightly, and Wang Yu said again: "Our ambush seems to have killed a good friend of the leader, the young Zhou Shi, who has intense mood swings. ”

Shi Xie was surprised: "Emotions can be observed?"

In his cognition, his senses can grasp the movements of the other party's Yuanchi and Qiliu at most, and Zhou Shi, who is a little experienced, will not let his emotions be reflected.

"What else is being read?"

"There are many signs that are difficult to understand in words, I can't understand them myself, the only thing I can confirm is that the old Zhou Master knows a technique called Fire Tree Silver Flower, and in addition, my sense and intuition tell me to be careful of his white bow. ”

Another bad news, very bad, very bad news.

Zhang Chenyuan slammed the wall hard and scolded: "Straight thief!"

Xirong will be a fire tree and silver flower, and directly put Zhang Chenyuan's strategy of "leading the people to defend the mountain city and braking quietly" into the cold palace.

The so-called fire tree honeysuckle is a kind of flame system Zhou technique, the Zhou master will be scorching Qi into the tree, in the trunk of the tree to generate flames, devour the tree, the tree into a fire tree, not long after, the tree will be full of fire, reduced to a thin shell of bark red flame pieces, branches and leaves blazing;

The fire tree will scatter the spark-like Qi like a pollen, spreading it to ten, ten to hundred, and it can quickly "infect" the entire forest into a fire tree, and each fire tree can explode with the will of Master Zhou.

At that time, it will be the scene of "the furnace fire illuminates the world, and the red star is chaotic with purple smoke".

All those trapped in the mountains will be charred in the bursting wildfires.

Shi Xie looked up to the sky and sighed, and said sadly: "The fire tree and silver flowers never sleep, and tonight will never sleep." ”

Zhang Chenyuan shook his head and said: "It's too late to escape with so many villagers, and if you run out, you will be caught up by the horse team not long after you run out, and you will be burned alive in the mountains! Xirong just burns the four mountains one by one, anyway, it is just two or three times of Zhou Technique, and now it is impossible to run and run, and it is impossible to defend and defend!"

He was full of tears in his words, his heart was numb, and he suddenly thought that he could run away directly with his daughter, and his heart moved, and he was about to go outside, but he stopped again.

As long as you still want revenge, you can't keep running away, and there will always be a time when you need to fight.

I'm Zhang Chenyuan...... But the "Divine Machine Sima" who once led a thousand disciples to defeat Zhao Jun!

Zhang Chenyuan quickly cheered up, and deduced the simple situation with rice grains, the military strength under his command could not be used to defend the wooden pass, and the enemy could not resist the enemy at the gate, so he could only let people in to fight, but fortunately, the terrain in the village would also make the horses too arrogant.

"Most of the villagers still have to be placed in the old military fort, for the sake of today, the only way to do this is to organize death squads to fight a decisive battle with Xirong in the village, such as, if the leader of Xirong is really angry, then there is still room for maneuver. ”

Zhang Chenyuan looked at Shi Xie and Wang Yu, the former was not afraid, and although the latter was not calm, he could still be used, but what about the others?

Wang Yu pondered: Sanqiao Village is the cornerstone of revenge, and it must be stabilized as much as possible.

So, he suggested: "I'll try to convince Nanshi, she is a realm of light and talent, she can be used as an offensive striker, she was injured a few days ago, if she doesn't want to, she can't be forced." ”

The so-called offensive front is not used to kill or injure soldiers, but is specially used to attack the opponent's Zhou division, that is, 'general to general, king to king, division to division'.

Zhang Chenyuan slapped his palm and muttered, "Guangcai...... It's the highest realm in our Zhou Division, if she can fight, then arrange for her to deal with Xirong in that Tiansheng Realm, tsk, let her hang you on her waist at that time, without you as a human scout, I'm afraid there is no chance of winning. ”

"If the young Xirong Zhou Shi is really angry, it is possible to separate him from the old man, or let the Shixie of Xiaocheng Realm take on the big responsibility, you lead more village soldiers to participate in the war, and some villagers have to be temporarily used as village soldiers, and the number of people can be suppressed. ”

Shi Xie touched his head, "I'm okay to say, but those villagers ......"

Civilians and soldiers are completely two different concepts, even if they force the people into battle, they will disperse at the slightest violence, and then drag down other people who can fight.

"Of course you can't all be soldiers, alas, I'll come when I go!"

Zhang Chenyuan went out for a long time, and just when Shi Xie and Wang Yu felt that it was not a big deal, they suddenly heard "cannon sound" in their ears, and after thinking about it carefully, they heard that it was a shout.

The words of the people shook and rumbled like thunder.

Zhang Chenyuan came back with excitement on his face, and as soon as he entered the door, he said: "Longyu and Tianjing people can use some, although the Jin people are afraid, there are only a dozen people who want to run, in short, the people's hearts are available, and I will choose more people who are good at shooting in the death squad, and let Han Tian lead the left-behind personnel of the military fort." ”

Zhang Chenyuan patted his chest, "Although I only have Meng Xian, I also want to go to the battlefield in person." ”

Wang Yu suddenly asked Zhang Chenyuan: "What happened to those who escaped?"

Zhang Chenyuan smiled lightly, "Those people, disturbing the morale of the army, of course, are showing the public." ”

Wang Yu gasped, he was more afraid of the punishment of the head than anyone else.

After a while, Wang Yu introduced the current situation to Nan Shicai, who looked at the umbrella in his hand and said that he could fight.

Thinking of the previous incompetently incompetent changes made by Nan Shicai, Wang Yu persuaded: "You must not force yourself like you did in front of the first line, if the enemy is too strong, it doesn't matter if you run away." ”

"Control the water, I know my own proportions, I can't do anything, I will take you away with me. ”

What I want is your words, Wang Yu smiled.

Subsequently, Wang Yu lowered his voice and asked Nan Shicai: "Nan Shi, have you heard of the secret of the immortality of the god of grains?"

Nan Shicai immediately replied: "You teach me?"

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Zhang Chenyuan prepared the bird gun and gunpowder, handed it to his daughter Zhang Yi, explained the details of the ambush and the battle, and in the end, he said regretfully: "If you can, I really don't want you to ......."

"Dad, the matter has come to this, only in this way, my mother will understand. ”

Zhang Yi clenched the bird gun in his hand, and then said: "From weak to strong, it always has to be like this." ”

When her daughter walked out of the door, Zhang Chenyuan looked at her small figure, and simply felt a heart: Where there is a battlefield of soldiers, a place where corpses stand, if you die, you will live, and if you are lucky, you will die.

"It would be nice if that Wang Yu could see more information. ”

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Chenyuan felt that he was delusional, as long as he was still a human, his understanding of Alaya would always be a scaly claw, and the mysterious things were always beyond what human beings could force.

Jiang Ping signed up for the death squad, holding the bow and arrow issued to him, his palms oozing sweat.

The disciple of the Jumen who sent his arrows reminded: "The arrows are soaked in the aconitum head, be careful." ”

I don't know if I listened to it, Jiang Ping looked at the arrow blankly, and thought: From now on, I want to become a warrior.

The dragon people around him all looked resolute and ready to die, and the same was true for the Tianjing people who participated in the death squad.

The Longchuan people were formed by the fusion of the remnants of the Yu Dynasty and the mountain barbarians, and their ancestors spent the spring and autumn in the wars with the Jin people and Xirong, and were finally tempered into today's Longhu people.

Yunping and Tianjing despise their wildness, and the people of Yunpingguan like to compose poems and ridicule them for not being worthy of the blood of the Yu people.

The dragons and dragons sorted out their weapons, and they exchanged their heads one by one.

"Without our bloodshed, what blood do they want to keep?"

"It's good to look down on us...... Those guys in Yunjing have long since decayed, and Longqian will finally have a take-off day, the rice and wheat are fragrant, and the stock is full. ”

The Tianjing people were also talking to each other privately, and in comparison, they had more ink in their stomachs than the dragon people.

Several Tianjing people waved their wooden spears twice and chanted softly: "Yunping abandons me, I don't give up on myself." ”

"Spring is late, and the trees are blooming. Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi. The execution was ugly, and Bo Yan returned. He Nanzhong, Xuanqi Yuyi. ”

As the beast of the Liguan Pavilion, Shi Xie stroked the bow that followed him all the way from his hometown, and regretted that he was not good at learning art in the past.

As Xu Archer, he is actually half a bucket of water,

There are two kinds of wind shooting methods, in addition to the "Wind Armor Technique" for long-range shooting, there is also a "Wind Path Technique" for short-range rapid fire, but his "Wind Path Technique" has not yet learned to escape from Xu Guo to be a hero, thinking that tonight's battle is fierce, there must be a time when rapid fire is needed to destroy the enemy, so he is a little anxious.

"I remember, hiss, it seems to be 'spiraling, laying forward, pointing at the enemy, arrows drilling'......"

Shi Xie closed his eyes and stroked the love bow while racking his brain to recall the various points of the "Wind Path Technique".

Han Tian led everyone to dig some traps out of the mentality of "icing on the cake", looked at the green wheat seedlings and the flocks of miscanthus not far away, sighed slightly, raised his head and looked at the sky.

"The moon is bright tonight, the stars are scarce, ......"

At this time, the sun on the horizon had just disappeared, and a village soldier ran over out of breath and told Han Tian that there was a lost soul outside the door, and it didn't look like Xirong.

The bright moon hung in the sky, the night sky hung like a curtain, and the spring cold blew up Ashgu's hair.

Ashgu was stationed on a mound, with the dagger by his side, and they watched as his thirty-four riders ran around the village of Mitsuhashi, thinking about how to attack it.

"Lord Wang, the four wooden passes are not guarded, and two of them are still open. ”

"Uncle Liang Dagger, the Xia people always boast of being cunning, but without the cunning blessed by power, no one can be frightened, we will go directly through the open pass, if we are guarding the mountain, we will use your fire tree silver flower to trap them from the mountain and die. ”

Raising troops out of anger is a taboo for the soldier owner, and Liang Dagger knows this, but he doesn't want to persuade Prince Ashgu at all.

Liang Dagger has his own plans in his heart.

Ashgu scratched his head, looked back at the woods behind him, and muttered in his heart: Why do you always feel that someone is following behind? Forget it, whatever, if someone rushes over, kill him.

"Uncle Liang Dagger, call all the scouts back, attack this village when the rooster is in time, and avenge the seven brothers!"

The time when the rooster in the mouth is purged, it is the three moments of the sea in the Zhuxia culture, and at this time, it is the time when people are the most slack, and Xirong is accustomed to adjusting this kind of time attack.

Time passed quietly, and the Xirong people stared at the silent Sanqiao Village silently, and the Sanqiao Village also calmly looked at Xirong.

It was so silent that Ashgu clamped the horse's belly, and the black horse neighed, tearing the silent air slightly.

Ashgu drew his sword and walked forward, and the rest of the black horsemen neighed, waved their reins, swept past the windmill flowers by the horses' hooves, rushed through the gate wide open, and rushed into the village of Sanqiao.

The cold is faint, the moon is bright, and the shadow hooves of the rider roar across the field, breaking through the red flower road black.

The muddy road stretches into the distance, and the cottage that has been built less than half a year ago sits there, with fields of barley on the left and patches of miscanthus on the right.

The left side has been reclaimed, and the right side has not had time to be reclaimed, and uninvited guests have been ushered in.

Ashgu wanted to rush all the way and burn down the cottages, but he suddenly reined in his horse's head, and all the riders around him stopped in unison.

Not far in front stood a woman with a lantern hanging from her waist, and it seemed that she had been waiting for a long time.

When a group of Xirong suddenly encountered a jade figure standing in front of them under the moon, they naturally stopped and questioned whether they were dreaming.

Under the moonlight, Nan Shicai's hair, eyelashes and pupils were more beautiful, but the sword in her hand reminded Xirong that the next thing was not to sing a love song, but the sound of swords intersecting.

I'm the pass.

Ashgu instinctively felt the wordless momentum on the woman's body, and thought about letting Uncle Liang Dagger solve it directly with a white bow......

"Bang"

The familiar sound of firecrackers interrupted Ashgu's thoughts, and his Qi Domain suddenly felt pressure.

"It's finally here!"

Ashgu's anger erupted, his eyes glared to the right, and he swung his knife to smash the projectiles that fired, although his Qi domain was not wide, but it was also sharp enough.

The light of the bird's fire in the dark night was very obvious, and Ashgu saw the miscanthus grass pile in the distance, and thought of Naldob's hatred, so he was furious, abandoned the horse team, and rode his horse directly.

As soon as he entered the miscanthus bushes, he found that the ground was soft under the horse's hooves, and he dismounted decisively and walked, with only the man who had killed Nardob in his eyes.

The reason why there were no cavalry to keep up with Ashgu was that as soon as he chased out, a shower of arrows came from the field, and groups of village soldiers straightened their backs and stood up from the wheat seedlings.

The arrows wrapped in wind armor pierced the skull of one of the Sijon riders, and he fell from his horse to the ground.

Seeing that it felt good tonight, Shi Xie's hand grasping the bow was slightly soothed.

Half of Xijon quickly dismounted and prepared to meet the battle, while the other half rode into the field, intending to find out the opponent's military appearance and let the war horse attack the flank.

Liang Dagger didn't look at the prince who was chasing his enemy, he threw away his riding bow, which was not strong enough, and took out a white step bow from his saddle bag.

The village soldiers, armed with wooden spears, roared and rushed towards Xirong, and the two sides were about to meet each other.

In the three Yuanchi divisions of the Liang Dagger, Qi Zheng was burning and began to brew Zhou Shu, while Nan Shicai looked at Wang Yu on his waist, and also stared at the Liang Dagger, holding the sword and slowly moving forward.