For a while, Jiang Chen couldn't think of a third strong man who could be summoned.

Although the underworld is gathered, without the permission of heaven and earth, it is an extremely difficult thing to come out, and it can't be like the evil god of Zhanghe, who sacrifices 100,000 people with blood, right?

As for the pearl peacock......

Obviously, Loulan has perished, and the restraints on it have long disappeared, but they have never heard the news of the birth of the divine bird.

While Jiang Chen was thinking, a herald soldier rode a fast horse and galloped over, he opened a military order document, looked left and right a few times, and then said in a deep voice:

"The general heard that you have uncanny means, fast as the wind, like lightning, he wants you to rush to Yumen Pass as soon as possible, secretly reconnoiter for a while, whether there is a gain or not, he will compensate you privately."

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The herald smiled and added:

"It's a stone knife made of Crouching Tiger Stone."

As soon as he heard these words, Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his hand, touched the tiger knife that fell silent on his waist, and remembered a line of notes.

[Note 2: If you can recover at least three blades made of Crouching Tiger Stone, you may be able to repair one or two!] 】

As a matter of fact.

The Tiger Knife and many stone tiger knives are all high-quality blades made decades ago, when the general Wei Xuan was still a martial marquis-level cultivator.

The former is based on the bones of the thousand-year-old demon tiger, and when it was not named, it was already a top-grade weapon, and even the craftsmen in the army rumored that this knife may have a trace of potential to be promoted to a quasi-divine soldier.

But no one expected that-

After giving the knife its name - "Tiger Spirit", it was self-defeating and added to the snake.

A strange ferocity from the outer heavens, strongly injected into the blade, suppressing the power of the tiger spirit all the year round, and only by sacrificing the life of the strong man of the general rank can he temporarily recover most of the power.

Under normal conditions, it is just a thickened and hardened version of the tiger's wings.

The craftsmen all guessed:

"It should be caused by the same divine soldier colliding with each other."

It's not terrible to hit the name, who is weak and who is embarrassed!

And the latter.

At the same time period, General Wei Xuan used the thousand-year-old Crouching Tiger Stone as the material to create more than ten low-grade stone knives, which are not precious.

One of them is Feng Lebin's former saber, but after the weapon was broken, the will of the fierce tiger inside was transferred, and the tiger wings were achieved.

Decades have passed, these stone tiger knives have been circulated many times, and it is simply a fool's dream to buy them back, so although Jiang Chen has some regrets, he is helpless.

The herald took out an old stone knife from a large pocket hanging from his horse, and said with a smile:

"This knife is the first sharp weapon that General Hong got when he was a teenager, and it is of great significance and has always been very cherished, so it has been placed in a storage bag for many years as a souvenir."

"But when the general heard that you intended to repair the tiger spirit with the help of the Crouching Tiger Stone, he immediately took out this knife as a gift to the hero."

"When the army successfully quells the rebellion and returns to Qingzhou, the state pastoral government will also post notices to buy those stone tiger knives sold that year to help you repair the tiger spirit."

A trace of warmth floated in Jiang Chen's heart, and he replied sincerely:

"Say thank you to General Hong on my behalf, and the last general will definitely do his best to investigate and help General Hong get out of this disaster!"

said.

Jiang Chen casually gave away several field deeds.

The herald rejoiced in the pro-soldiers:

"Thank you General Jiang for the reward, and I'll go back to tell you."

In fact.

As the Kyushu civilization continued to develop, the annual mining of gold and silver minerals was no longer enough to sustain the economy.

The upper class, including but not limited to generals, martial marquis, high-ranking and powerful people, imperial relatives, etc., gradually began to barter, unwilling to exchange precious spiritual materials and elixirs for gold and silver of limited value.

The middle strata of society, including but not limited to soldiers, scholars, wealthy merchants, landlords and other groups, gradually took land deeds and silk as their general equivalents.

Jiang Chen also secretly speculated that maybe in a few hundred years, banknotes similar to Jiaozi would appear in the land of Kyushu.

"Humble resignation!"

The herald ordered his soldiers to immediately turn over their horses and report to General Hongwu.

Jiang Chen rode the old green ox, staring at the car more than 100 zhang away, thoughtfully:

"In the past ten days, General Hong has never left the carriage, and he has hardly rested, is it possible...... Are you holding back some tricks? ”

Between thoughts.

Jiang Chen reversed the direction of his body, rode upside down on the back of the ox, and pasted the four pieces of Dao Gate rune paper on the knees of the four ox legs.

"Ritual: Riding the green ox upside down!"

Moment.

Qingguang Dasheng!

A trace of green light converged into the limbs of the old green cow, making its four hooves, all containing strange spiritual power, and every step forward was equivalent to taking a few steps forward.

Although it was far from being comparable to the teleporting "Dao: Void Crossing", the old green cow only needed to feed some bean cakes and add a few hundred taels of paper money.

If it is replaced by a void crossing, it will also cost ten thousand taels of silver, even if it is a rich man with ten thousand dollars in his pocket, he will never dare to burn money like this, besides, the Qingzhou army has been on the expedition for half a year, and many high-end medicinal materials have been exhausted.

Jiang Chenbao looked solemn and said in a low voice:

"I respectfully ask Daozu to protect you, have a safe journey, and go to Yumen Pass."

As soon as the words fell.

The old green cow was like eating an aphrodisiac, and rushed towards Yumen Pass at a speed far greater than usual.

In the distance, dozens of miles away in the desert.

A Luo Sect assassin dressed in yellow who was lying dormant under the sand also received information that Jiang Chen had left the army, and smiled fiercely: "As long as you can kill Jiang Chen, the position of the Luo Sect Elder in the Western Regions is Uncle Ben's!" ”

With Wu Changsheng forcibly transferred thousands of miles away by the Bagua Array, the Luo Sect forces in the Western Regions fell into chaos, and the dragons were leaderless, and they continued to elect new leaders.

If someone can take advantage of this opportunity and make great contributions, they will definitely be able to quickly control the followers of the Luo Sect in the Western Regions and be promoted to the position of elder.

The Luo Assassin held the dagger in his hand and said to himself:

"Uncle Ben successfully backstabbed the monarch of Loulan with the rank of a sergeant, and was promoted to the rank of general in one fell swoop, even if it was Jing Ke who assassinated Qin back then, he was far inferior to my grandfather."

"Just give Uncle Ben a chance to sneak attack, what bullshit Qingzhou generals are, it's just a puddle of meat mud!"

…………

Night, Gobi.

After running wild for several hours, even though the old green cow had become a spirit, he was already exhausted, Jiang Chen found an oasis and decided to rest here for the night, waiting for dawn to go on the road again.

In the depths of the night, a thin mist, imperceptible to the naked eye, gradually swept in the depths of the desert, enveloping the oasis.

If it was an ordinary general, he might not be able to detect such subtle changes, but the eyes that Jiang Chen possessed were half-awakened heavenly eyes.

Everything in the world is hidden!

Jiang Chen sneered, set up an iron frame, burned charcoal fire underneath, cut the raw mutton one by one on the iron frame, grilled it, waited for it to be cooked, and ate it with sauce.

In addition, several spices are added.

This is a specialty of the Western Regions, and it is also the most profitable commodity on the Silk Road, and if it can be successfully transported back to Yujing, it can be exchanged for the same weight of gold.

In recent years, in the interior of Kyushu, families with a little family background can let their children eat one or two catties of meat a week and be strong.

However, the spices that can get rid of the smell of meat are extremely expensive, and only the richest man in a county can occasionally eat a little.

However, these spices, which can also be called luxury goods for wealthy businessmen, are not a matter at all for Jiang Chen.

From the moment he was promoted to the rank of general, although he could not be called a high and powerful position, he was still free with a little spice.

Soon.

Barbecued meat.

The Luo Assassin, who was dormant under the sand, felt a trace of aroma penetrate his mouth and nose, causing his stomach, which had not eaten or eaten for most of the day, to become stomach acid, and his appetite became more and more intense.

But he still had to endure and hide silently under the sand, like a pig dragon in the cold river water, even if he waited for dozens of days, he had to find the best time to hunt.

Then, open your bloody mouth and drag your prey deep into the river, where death spins!

"Ridiculous!"

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth raised a hint of sneer, reaching out to take the meat, it didn't matter if it was hot, he just stuffed it into his mouth, and the barbecue meat in the high temperature state tasted a lot better.

After being full of wine and food, Jiang Chen lay down on the grass, took the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed, and fell asleep like this.

"Good chance!"

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Luo Sect assassin, but he still focused on stability, and waited for two more hours, until the darkest hour of dawn, when he decided to make a move, and secretly sneered:

"To be able to die under the thirteen thorns of Uncle Ben's blood shadow is also a blessing for you idiot!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The Luojiao assassin's face was distorted, and he smiled cruelly:

"Who made you too stupid and too young, alone outside, and didn't have the slightest vigilance!"

"You deserve to be killed by Uncle Ben!"

said.

The Luo Sect Assassin was full of blood and blood, and he reluctantly rushed out of the dust, and countless mist also turned into chains, trying to imprison Jiang Chen's possible escape direction.

Airplanes!

In just an instant, the Luo Sect assassins turned into thirteen blood-colored phantoms, all armed with sharp blood daggers, and launched a surprise attack on Jiang Chen from different directions.

Its speed is so fast, like thirteen blood-colored ghosts, attacking wildly, it looks extremely terrifying, if it is an ordinary person, it will definitely be frightened to the legs.

"It's kind of scary!"

Jiang Chen was very scared, and reluctantly recalled the fear of being dominated by horror movies in his childhood, so he chose to draw his knife and slash forward with all his might! Well...... Full!

At that moment, the Luo Sect assassin's eyes were full of incredulity, and he finally realized firsthand that only a martial marquis-level powerhouse could enjoy the top-level blow.

Thundered!

The dragon elephant suppressed the prison energy, and suddenly broke out!

In an instant, the most rigid spiritual power in the world suddenly poured into the blade.

Then, as Jiang Chen's seemingly simple, but actually very simple slash forward, the surrounding air waves rolled, and the sound exploded, and even the deep night seemed to be darkened.

Within a radius of ten miles, all the birds, birds, insects and beasts held their breath, not daring to speak loudly, for fear of the heavenly sword!

Under the cold moonlit night, a violent sword light bombarded like a missile, and the Luojiao assassin's ears only felt the thunder and explosion, and he was so frightened that he could hardly move.

He wanted to escape into the shadows, but Jiang Chen's eyebrows were in the sea, and a bare scepter appeared, although it was extremely old and seemed to be hundreds of years old, it represented the supreme majesty of the Han Empire!

Suddenly, with this sharp sword light as the center, the space within a radius of 100 zhang was deeply locked, and there was nowhere to escape! There is no way to avoid it!

The Luo Sect Assassin's face was full of horror, and he couldn't help but ask himself in despair:

Who is too stupid and too young?

Alone, how dare you take the initiative to attack such a strong enemy?