After this defeat, Yuwen Yong's self-confidence suffered a serious blow, and because the soldiers around him died because of him, the ambition in his heart gradually extinguished, and he gradually moved his mind to return to Chang'an to recuperate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Jian, the Duke of Sui, was besieging the South Gate at the time, and after hearing that Yuwen Yong wanted to return to Chang'an, he was in a hurry and hurriedly asked Zhang Zixiang to discuss countermeasures.

"This kind of thing, what are you asking me for? I don't understand military affairs! Is there anything wrong? If not, I'll withdraw first!" Zhang Zixiang has been proud of the spring breeze recently, since he knew that Bu Feiyan still had him in his heart, he has been obsessed with Bu Feiyan every day to ask for reunion. Although Bu Feiyan has not let go of her mouth, she can see that she is also a little moved. At this critical juncture of children's personal affairs, what national affairs are still being discussed!

Is this really the reincarnation of Emperor Donghua? Are you sure it's not a little rascal in my barracks?

Yang Jian wanted to cry without tears, and hurriedly lowered his posture and pleaded: "No! This war can be won! It's just that Your Majesty has just lost the battle, and he is in a bad mood, and his original illness has begun to recur a little, so he wants to go back to Chang'an to recuperate." ”

"Then what can I do? I won't teach your majesty how to win a battle!" Zhang Zixiang had long forgotten his purpose of running out of Longhu Mountain at the beginning, and his mind was full of the shadow of Bu Feiyan, so he thought that after dealing with Yang Jian, he would go to Bu Feiyan to seek reunion.

Yang Jian's liver hurt from being abused by Zhang Zixiang's careless attitude, but he could only pull down his face and get straight to the point: "Doesn't your Longhu Mountain have a way to fall into dreams?" I think you can create an illusion in Your Majesty's dream and strengthen Your Majesty's desire to destroy Qi." ”

Zhang Zixiang looked at Yang Jian with a strange expression: "Don't you want to be the emperor in your heart, why are you so worried about Yu Wenyong's life and death?"

Yang Jian was shocked and looked around to see if anyone else heard their conversation. After confirming, he looked at Zhang Zixiang speechlessly, he really wanted to burst into foul language!

The secret he hid in his heart no one knew except Yang Shuang, where did Zhang Zixiang learn about it?

"Don't look at me like that!" Zhang Zixiang waved his hand, "Do you remember when you were trapped in the Phantom Array? I sneaked in to save you and watched your dreams." What, being an emperor is not an unattainable dream, shameless ......"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, he had been tortured by Zhang Zixiang today, but at this time he let go: "In short, just give me a hint to Yu Wenyong! Don't ask me why, Lao Tzu just can't get used to fighting a battle that can be won but fighting with such virtue!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are the biggest, whatever you say is what you say!" Zhang Zixiang was startled by Yang Jian's sudden loud voice, and hurriedly jokingly prevaricated the words that he had just said with a hot brain.

"There's nothing else to do, I'll go and prepare first!" Zhang Zixiang hurriedly said goodbye, and hurriedly ran out before Yang Jian could react.

Yang Jian looked at the empty tent in a daze, and finally gritted his teeth, sat back on the handsome case, took out a piece of yellow paper and began to write.

When he had finished writing, before the ink had dried, he hurried to the brazier in the tent and threw the yellow paper into it, until he saw that the yellow paper was completely burned.

At the same time, far away in Chang'an's Sui State Mansion, Yang Shuang was practicing his daily routine.

Suddenly, as if he had an intention, his long sleeves fluttered, and a flame slowly appeared in front of him. When the flames had completely receded, a piece of yellow paper appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hehe, has the eldest brother encountered a problem again?" Yang Shuang smiled slightly, picked up the yellow paper on the table, and carefully watched the contents.

Yang Shuang's fists clenched instantly, and suddenly a powerful wave of qi erupted, smashing the table in front of him. And Yang Shuang's expression was not as calm as before.

"Has the emperor been to the dream of the eldest brother? So what does he know? Just knows that the eldest brother wants to be the emperor? Or is it our real plan? Damn! Why didn't I go with him!"

"Fifth Master, what's the matter?" Hearing the news, it was He Ruobi, who had not shown up for a long time, and he really chose to come to the Sui State Mansion in the end.

Yang Shuang's face sank like water, he quickly put away the yellow paper in his hand, turned around and faced the confused He Ruobi and said slowly: "Uncle Fu, get ready, we are going to Jinyang." ”

He Ruobi looked at the table case that had been shattered on the ground, his eyes flickered twice, and finally he didn't ask, and replied respectfully: "Yes, Fifth Master." ”

He has been coming to the Sui Mansion for several months, and relying on the recommendation given by Zhang Zixiang, he has settled down in the Sui Mansion, but he has not been reused. After Yang Jian set out on the expedition, he was assigned to follow the mysterious fifth master. This is probably because he was born in the Flying Eagle Iron Cavalry, which was opposed to Yang Jian. But he has never been discouraged, because his current master, the fifth master, is much higher than his previous boss, Chi Yuan. Not only is his own cultivation high, but he is also willing to guide the martial arts and Taoism of the generals in the house. In the short period of time in the Sui State Mansion, his cultivation has made great progress, and now he has reached the cultivation level in the early stage of the Jindan period, which can be regarded as officially embarking on the road of cultivating immortals.

He Ruobi was curious about this mysterious fifth master Yang Shuang to death, but he didn't dare to ask about his origin, just obeyed him. Whatever Yang Shuang says, he will do. He said he was going to Jinyang, so let's go!

He Ruobi withdrew from the study and went out to prepare. Yang Shuang clenched his fists and stood in place blankly, not knowing what he was thinking......

On the other hand, Zhang Zixiang is also starting to prepare. But the difference is that he wants to build a dream world and plant ideological hints for Yu Wenyong. It's not an easy job!

In the Dafa of dreams, basically every Taoist person will have two hands, and even the ghost who has just died will dream or something. Although there are a lot of restrictions, such as the person who trusts the dream must be his own relatives, and it has not been seven days after his death, etc., it can be regarded as a kind of dream Dafa.

However, it is not so easy to plant a thought cue for the person who is being dreamed of.

Human minds cannot be changed, and even the gods in the heavens can only destroy people's bodies, but cannot change people's minds. This is also the only freedom of human beings, the only most precious thing that is not controlled.

However, Yu Wenyong originally wanted to destroy the Northern Qi, but now he was only temporarily frustrated, and he was hesitating, as long as he pushed it in the back and strengthened his perseverance, it was not difficult.

......

The night came quietly, Zhang Zixiang lit a stick of incense, transported Xuangong, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and secretly sneaked into Yuwenyong's dream.

Before the incense was extinguished, Zhang Zixiang finally opened his eyes, his face was pale, and his expression was not as calm as before.

"I see, I see......" he muttered back and forth in his mouth, and for a moment people were stupid......