The howling of the night wind suddenly became long and sharp, like a wild fox in the mountains and forests singing a sad song under the moon, but it was also full of sadness.

In the lobby of the Yamen of the Military Mansion in Weishan City, Yu Rong suddenly couldn't laugh.

Soon after the outbreak of the Shuoyue Island War, Dongyi Zhou did not receive any local war reports. Not only did the Yuque Palace, the highest institution of the Nine Shadows Kingdom, deliberately block the news of the battle report out of the consideration of calming people's hearts, but also because Shuoyue Island had been surrounded by the Xudu Army soon after.

For a while, Shuoyue Island became a real island at sea, enclosed in the middle of nowhere. Except for the fungus people on the island who can send the battle situation to the quick report department in Yuque City, the rest of the city does not know the news on the island.

Naturally, this battle report could not be sent to Dongyizhou in the first place.

The news was blocked for a while, so that Zuo Fan didn't know anything today, and Fang Fan was even more worried after seeing the silk book written by the ghost mother's pen.

His home is on Shuoyue Island. With many years of combat experience, Zuo Fan deduced that if even the cavalry over the island had to be rebuilt, it would only be possible to fight this battle on Shuoyue Island that would be a miserable battle.

Thinking of this, Zuo Fan was even more worried and anxious. For a while, he felt a little tightness in his chest, and the feeling of suffocation filled his entire chest, making him even more anxious.

"Rest assured, your family has already moved out of the island before the war. Before the war, a death order was issued, and all women, children, old and young, and the families of the Jiuyou Army who were fighting outside must be transferred out before the war. Yu Rong, who didn't answer the question, turned around and walked towards the handsome case.

After a while, he took out three or five unopened letters from the table after rummaging on the table, and turned around and returned to Zuo Fan's side: "This is a letter written to you by your wife, which was sent this morning along with the family letters of other ghost soldiers." ”。

Zuo Fan, who took the letter, opened it in a panic and looked at it.

"Recently, most of the ships in the Yunmeng and Xuanyan continents have been busy deploying supplies and supplies, so it is difficult for this book or a letter to come to Dongyi Continent. Yu Rong on the side added.

Zuo Fan, who took a closer look at those family letters, naturally recognized that the handwriting and writing habits on those letters were all his wife's handwriting, and he was secretly relieved.

It's just that the worry that overflowed from his eyes to his face has only faded a little, and the rest is still worried about whether the battle on Shuoyue Island is another miserable victory?

Just like the Chongshan Pass back then, victory is victory, but the pass is broken, and the corpses are all over the field and the sunset is stained with blood?

"The battle on Satsuki Island is over, but the garrison that had been deployed on the island before the war suffered heavy losses. Yu Rong, who only knew about the battle today, saw Zuo Fan's inquiring gaze at him, so he sighed and said, "When the reinforcements arrived, there were only a few dozen ghost soldiers left in the entire Shuoyue Island, guarding Xiaoyu Mountain City and Yuren Village. ”。

As he spoke, Yu Rong became sad.

Although none of their relatives died, a large number of soldiers who died on Shuoyue Island have no future and tomorrow. They lie forever on the cold ground.

And those soldiers who sacrificed were also comrades-in-arms of Zuo Fan and Yu Rong, and many of them were comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with these two ghosts when the Nine Shadows Kingdom was still in the territory of Shuoyue Island, a small island.

Just one battle, one battle will be lost, how can Yu Rong and Zuo Fan not have red eyes all of a sudden, and snort a few times to control the emotions that are about to sob, but the ghost heart in his chest still twitches.

"Rebuilding the Air Force on Shuoyue Island is something you should think about right now. After a long time, Yu Rong also suppressed the sadness in his heart, tried his best to use a calm tone, and said to Zuo Fan: "It's a mess over there now, and there is a long way to go." ”。

Zuo Fan nodded his head and asked, "How do I go back?" and when will I leave?".

This time he didn't worry so much, but asked eagerly, as if he wanted to fly back immediately.

This point is really not clearly written in the silk book, but I just asked Zuo Fan to go to Shuoyue Island as soon as possible, and I had to ask.

"Tomorrow morning, there will be a fleet in the port outside the city to carry some of the materials mobilized by Dongyizhou to Shuoyue Island for assistance, and you can return to Shuoyue Island with the fleet at that time. Yu Rong seemed to have prepared and considered, and immediately said without thinking: "Pack up tonight and leave tomorrow morning." You can't say where you're going, you can only tell your subordinates that you've been ordered to be transferred. ”。

"Good. Zuo Fan nodded again in response......

The wind and sand in the central and southern part of Huangquan rolled up again, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Scattered in the wilderness, scattered gravel and Huangquan iron trees, towering and immovable in the wind and sand. Only the skeletons on the leafless iron branches, swaying in the wind. Sometimes he couldn't resist the strong wind and fell from the tree.

In the rising wind and sand, the bones rolled out.

However, in the valley of the Yellow Springs Holy Land, which is not disturbed by the yellow sand storm, there is a light breeze. The sky above is blue, and there are a little white clouds flying slowly, changing endlessly with the wind.

One by one, the neatly dressed ghost soldiers were scattered among the fortresses and towers in the valley, as well as among the houses in various places. There are several patrol posts composed of mountain spirits and ghost soldiers, constantly patrolling back and forth throughout the valley.

The security of the Holy Land is more secure than ever.

Xiao Shizhu, the son of the gods, was in the valley, and the queen of Huangquan had to strengthen her vigilance, so that the garrisons in the entire valley were on standby.

Xiao Shizhu left the army at the mouth of the valley, and only took the entourage he brought into the Yellow Springs, as well as the two ghosts Xun Xiang and the Black Monkey, boarded the car prepared by the Queen of the Yellow Springs, and headed towards the valley lake in the valley.

But the wind and sand rose again, and the sandstorm rolled in from afar with the roaring storm, and soon the yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and the army that remained at the mouth of the valley was allowed to enter the valley for shelter. But Queen Huangquan quietly gave an order that they should stay near the mouth of the valley.

Xiao Shizhu, who didn't know all this, sat on the carriage and listened to the sound of the wheels rolling, picked up a few white cardamom like grapes from the fruit bowl served by the maid, put them in his mouth and chewed them.

There was no word all the way, until he got off the car by the lake in the valley, Xiao Shizhu saw the Queen of Huangquan again, and asked, "Where are you going to let me bathe?"

"The mountains are ready, and the Son of God doesn't have to worry about it. As she spoke, Queen Huangquan led everyone to board the boat and headed towards the island in the middle of the lake.

When I arrived in the mountains of the island, I was really ready. Xiao Shizhu and the others all went to their respective baths, and after washing off the dust on their bodies, they were led by the maids to the palace of Queen Huangquan.

In this palace surrounded by bamboo shadows, today is full of lights, draped in red and green. Musicians lined up on both sides of the road outside the palace gate, constantly blowing and playing festive music.

The music was deafening, resounding through the heavens and the earth, startling the birds in the surrounding green bamboo forests from startling and disappearing without a trace. It's not as quiet as it used to be, but a little more noisy.

Xiao Shizhu took the ghosts into the small building surrounded by Qiongxiang pillars and colorful clouds, and saw that a wine banquet had been set up in it.

Thousands of strange flowers are placed in the building, and colorful coral stones stand among the strange flowers. One leaf is at the end of the stem, and two half-leaves of dancing grass are wrapped around it, twisting slightly with the music floating in from the building, dancing like a dancer. And the Queen of Huangquan put up a table and a table in the midst of thousands of flowers.

Every table is full of delicious delicacies and new fruits. There are Yunzhi boiled dragon heart liver and braised phoenix bile pith with taro, steamed bear paw and scarlet lips with yellow essence. There are also immortal apricots and vermilion plums, four- or five-inch-long purple Zhongsi dates and five-color melons, etc., which can only be seen in the underworld and the yellow spring.

The guest and the host were in place, and the Queen of Huangquan was still sitting in the middle of the depths. And Xiao Shizhu and his party of ghosts sat down on the left and right sides in front of her.

In addition to a few of them in the building, there are only the maids who serve left and right, pouring wine and serving tea.

The musicians were still playing cheerful and festive music, and the Queen of Huangquan in the building had already lifted the wine, which was overflowing, almost overflowing, and the wine lord decorated with exquisite cloud and thunder patterns looked like Xiao Shizhu: "The first glass of wine, my son of God." I respect you for the sake of this Huangquan Cang's life, calm the war, and bring peace and stability. Since then, the war has subsided, and the five parties of Huangquan will also usher in unification in the near future. The first merit of this battle naturally belongs to the son of your god. ”。

She toasted, and Xiao Shizhu, who had just picked up the chopsticks from the chopsticks pillow, had to put down the chopsticks out of politeness and didn't care about eating a mouthful of hot food. At the same time, he also picked up his own wine jue and listened to Queen Huangquan's tirade.

The wine in that wine is as clear as water, and the fragrance is overflowing. With just a slight inhale, most ghosts will instantly feel a little dizzy, as if they are in a cloud in an instant.

But for Xiao Shizhu and their ghosts with divine and ghost arts, the smell of alcohol is not intoxicating.

They can skillfully control the operation of the ghost qi in the body, dispel and dissolve the alcohol in the body.

No matter how mellow and strong the wine is, Xiao Shizhu and they don't have any symptoms. It's just that Xiao Shizhu held the wine lord, and frowned over time, thinking that the Queen of Huangquan was a little verbose.

"This glass of wine, I salute you for all the Yellow Spring ghosts. After saying this for a while, the Queen of Huangquan, who had finished with this sentence, raised her head and drank the wine that had been handed to her lips.

Xiao Shizhu smiled and nodded in thanks, and drank all the wine in his wine jue. But none of his men drank alcohol, and the black monkey did not drink alcohol, but only ate meat. The meat on the black monkey's table was swept away by him, and only empty plates were left to eat.

On the other side, Xiao Shizhu's wine just entered his throat, and he suddenly felt that there was a burning sensation in his throat, and the hot feeling penetrated his entire throat up and down, and then quickly penetrated into his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

This kind of spirit, which is not astringent, is stronger than the dipterosaurus and Qianli wine in the Netherworld, but it is also more fragrant than any kind of wine in the Netherworld.

"This elixir gold liquid can definitely make him smell the fragrance and get off the horse. Xiao Shizhu, who drank happily, raised his hand to wipe the wine droplets on the stubble at the corner of his mouth, and sighed: "Good wine, good wine!"

As he spoke, Xiao Shizhu was already hot. It was so strong that his forehead and cheeks were slightly red and hot.

"Dare to ask Queen Huangquan, what is the name of such a good spirit?" After a pause, Xiao Shizhu put down the copper wine jue and asked Queen Huangquan: "I also drank a lot of good wine left by the ancient gods in the Netherworld, as well as the good wine made by his ghost later. But I haven't really drunk your kind of wine. ”。

"This is the liquor that our Huangquan ghosts are groping for themselves. It is necessary to use the jade grain in the yellow spring to make this wine. After the queen of Huangquan asked the maid to pour wine, she said: "So in the Netherworld, there was naturally no such wine in the past. However, if you can bring back the jade grain, then there will be this kind of wine in the future. ”。

As soon as these words came out, although Xiao Shizhu and Guoshi Yingying's faces remained unchanged and did not change, these two shrewd ghosts both smelled that there was a dark tide surging at the banquet.