"Oh, what's the idea?" The eldest grandson smiled lightly and looked at Xuan Ling coldly.

The eyes like clouds and mist are full of clarity.

There was a faint smile.

The hand of recruiting people also stopped and let them out, and the two of them were the only ones left in the camp tent of Nuoda.

I don't know why, seeing the eyes of the eldest grandson mirror, Xuan Ling always has the illusion that he has been tricked, is he being played with by the eldest grandson mirror?

He had been waiting for himself to speak.

Changsun Jing, Changsun Jing, he really didn't misunderstand him.

It's better to be so scheming than to be a fool.

At this moment, Xuan Ling felt that he had not chosen the wrong person, after all, the more powerful the eldest grandson mirror, the more useful it would be to him, so that he could compete with Xie Ci and protect him.

Xuan Ling thought so, Zhengse said, "This place is far from Luoshui Town, it will take about three days to reach it by water, there are gold and silver mountains in Luoshui Town, and there are also masters with one enemy and one hundred, as long as you can subdue Luoshui Town, then you will be defeated." ”

Immediately, Xuan Ling took out the divination and calculated it for a long time.

Turning to look at the eldest grandson mirror, "The hexagram shows that Qin Lancang is about to lead 200,000 soldiers and horses to meet Linzhao's 500,000 reinforcements. ”

"Who wins and who loses?" Changsun Jing, who had been calm and silent, suddenly changed his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

Xuan Ling said word by word, "Both sides are defeated, Qin Lancang and nobles help each other, and they are slightly better." ”

"The whole army of Linzhao is destroyed, and the country is about to be destroyed."

"......" Changsun Jing's originally transparent eyebrows and eyes became more and more cold, "You must subdue Luoshui Town?" ”

"That's right, only when you get Luoshui Town can you turn defeat into victory."

Xuan Ling felt strange, when he was looking for Changsun Jing before, he calculated a hexagram, and it was clear that he would defeat Xie Ci, and Changsun Jing had the power of an emperor, why did it suddenly change.

Moreover, the imperial light on the eldest grandson mirror has dissipated a lot.

It's not all gone, but it's getting faint.

The strange thing is that Xie Ci does not have the appearance of an emperor on him, so who is this future emperor?

Xuan Ling's heart sank, if the lord of the country was not the eldest grandson mirror, the possibility of his senior brother waking up would be lower, no, no, he had to take some measures.

Yuan Changhuan must wake up, and only when Yuan Changhuan wakes up can he stop the thanks.

In order to give the eldest grandson mirror a chance to subdue Luoshui Town and become stronger.

Squinting his eyes, Xuan Ling clenched his fists.

Everything must be under his control, including his nephew.

Xuan Ling and Changsun Jing were in the camp tent and talked for a whole day and night.

The next night.

Xuan Ling's corpse was brought back to the camp outside the thank-you tent.

A bonfire lit up and illuminated the corpse.

The gorgeous robe covered the corpse, even if it was silent, you could vaguely feel the Buddha's light on his body.

At this time, the monk, whose eyes were closed, was stiff and sat cross-legged, unable to stretch no matter how much external forces tried to stretch him.

Mo Chen stepped forward, studied carefully, and finally clenched his fists, "Lord, it is indeed Xuan Ling." ”

Then Mo Chen looked at the Styx and praised, "He is worthy of being the Lord of the Night, if he doesn't make a move, he will be taken down immediately." ”

But in the dark night, he suddenly spread his hands and knelt down on one knee towards Xie Ci, who was standing by the bonfire with his hands in his hands, "Your Majesty, when my subordinates found this monk, before they could make a move, this monk committed suicide......"

"I didn't give my subordinates a chance to do it."

Hearing the words of the dark night, not only Mo Chen was silent, but even Xie Ci lowered his eyes to look at the corpse of Xuan Ling, whose knees were like zombies.