Meng Xiaoshan pressed Li Tian's galloping horse to the barracks of the main formation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Throwing Li Tian off the horse, with a "tie up", a number of soldiers stepped forward, grabbed his legs and arms and pressed him to the ground, several soldiers were very professional, and Li Tian was tied up in an instant.

Xiaoshan turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but smile and said rudely: "I'll go, is there such a kidnapping." These soldiers are also spoofed enough, a few guys tied people like pigs, tying Li Tian's hands and feet together. Alas, the poor famous fierce general Li Tian was once majestic and peaceful, but now he has been tied up in humiliation! Li Tian couldn't bear it anymore, and he burst out angrily, "If you want to kill, kill it, hurry up, and humiliate me."

Several soldiers directly deafed Li Tian's voice, and smiled stupidly at Xiaoyihou, "Hehe", which was regarded as a response to Hou Ye.

Meng Xiaoshan shook his head and smiled, and didn't pay much attention to it, after all, these trivial matters are handled by others, and it is normal for some soldiers to play around. As for the attitude towards Li Tian, Xiaoshan directly ignored it, after all, it was a different position, and there would still be antagonism.

Yan'er walked softly, delicate and beautiful, without saying a word, she came up and wiped Xiaoshan's sweat with an embroidered handkerchief, her eyes were full of infinite concern. Looking at Yan'er's face up close, you can even feel each other's breathing, the faint fragrance of the embroidered handkerchief enters the bridge of the nose and enters the heart, Xiaoshan is extremely pure and happy, and the sign touched the helmet with his hand and grinned.

"Wonderful, it's really exciting" Senior Sister Ying didn't know when she came out, and directly broke what a warm picture.

"Senior Sister Ying, how can this be exciting, how can there be a dazzling battle between your cultivators" Meng Xiaoshan had actually never seen a big battle between immortal cultivators, and he only said something out of thin air.

"Hehe, Brother Xiaoshan, I've never had a fight" This Senior Sister Ying is naturally telling the truth, she is the daughter of the Yunqing Sect, she rarely goes out of the mountain gate, and she is loved by the senior brothers and sisters in the door, and there is no chance to fight with the cultivators.

"Fight?" This Ying junior sister actually regarded other people's life-and-death battles as fights, alas, it was really a naïve girl with greenhouse flowers, Xiaoshan opened her mouth wide in shock.

The girl didn't notice anything wrong, and still shouted, "I've seen the competition between the senior brothers, but it's too boring, and it also destroys the surrounding environment."

Meng Xiaoshan's mouth widened again, what is this? Senior Sister Ying's words simply challenged Xiaoshan's understanding of the Immortal War.

"Yes, I feel that the battle between you mortals is still exciting," the third senior sister came over again and interjected.

Xiaoshan had no choice but to put on a questioning expression.

The third senior sister said: "The battle between cultivators is nothing more than long-distance mana fighting, comparing magic weapons. How can there be such a mortal world, close combat, endless changes in moves, and even false traps."

"Oh" Meng Xiaoshan smiled proudly, long live mortals, "That is, our mortal martial arts are the results of generations of accumulation, but they are all the essence left by our ancestors", Xiaoshan blows, no one can stop!

"You?" The third senior sister was shocked, in fact, in her eyes, this Meng Xiaoshan was no longer a mortal, otherwise the spirit armor of Wanhuamen would be a complete question.

"Why? I don't believe in the strength of our ancestors" Xiaoshan, an outsider, actually has such a sense of integration, he now completely regards himself as a person from this world.

"Hehe..."The third senior sister has been questioning the matter of the spirit armor in her heart, and she has now begun to decide that when she returns to the master, she must report this situation to the master, maybe only the master will catch a little or something.

It was almost dark. Due to the loss of two generals in a row, Da Mao's morale was very weak, and he had already hung up the battle exemption card and closed the city gate tightly, and Da Jing also quit the army and returned to the camp.

"Hou Ye, the emperor has an order, set up a banquet for Hou Ye, and invite Hou Ye into the account" A soldier passed the order closely.

"Oh, got it"

Looking at the gray sky in the sky, the sun has already left work. With the help of Yan'er, Xiaoshan took off his armor and changed into a strong suit. He said hello to the third senior sister and everyone, and then ran to the military tent of the middle camp and walked towards the most noisy place.

In the past few days, Da Mao relied on the three fierce generals to persist, and also caused Dajing to damage several generals, so that the morale of Dajing was low, now it is good, Dajing's filial piety and righteousness have sprung up, and they have defeated the two fierce generals of the other side in a row, and Dajing is naturally to rejoice. The Chinese ministers and military generals of the tent each sat in their seats, and Xiaoshan was arranged next to his father Chen Rong because he was the main object of the banquet this time, and Chen Rong's father and son were actually sitting on the far left of the emperor, not to mention the delicious food and wine at the banquet, and the beautiful official prostitutes at the banquet twisted their hands and walked in silk shirts, which was really "the Chinese feast in the ninth autumn twilight, flying in the clouds and rain." Dancing like an orchid, like a swimming dragon. The more Yan strikes the Qianxi, Wu Ji stops the white silk". After the dance, the emperor withdrew from the women, raised his glass and poured it himself: "Today, filial piety and righteousness are waiting for the defeat of the thief Liu Qiang and Li Tian, raise the prestige of my Dajing, I am happy for Dajing, this cup of wine Chen Aiqing should drink." As soon as the words fell, the eunuch on duty held the jade cup and respectfully sent it to Meng Xiaoshan.

The emperor is the supreme of the Ninety-Five, the pride of heaven, and the ultimate of dignity! However, what a glory it is for filial piety to be able to obtain the fine wine poured by the emperor himself! All the officials at the banquet flashed with envy and, of course, some jealousy.

"Emperor Xie gave wine" Meng Xiaoshan didn't know much about these subtle things, and he usually took the wine. However, after thinking about the plot of the TV series, Xiaoshan naturally wanted to emulate it, "The emperor's kindness is beyond the show!

"Okay, with Aiqing and the ministers, why don't I worry about it"

The emperor raised his glass "Zhu Aiqing, please".

All the ministers toasted together, "Your Majesty, please".

The song and dance appeared in the tent again under the arrangement of the ministers, the music was soft and ear-to-ear, and the dancing skills were beautiful and silent! Everyone drank their glasses happily several times, but Meng Xiaoshan had a small amount of alcohol but could not stand the public raising their glasses many times, and they were drunk for a while. I only heard the emperor above say: "I have always thought that Chen Suijun is too civil, but today I know that Aiqing is actually a civil and military talent." Hahaha, General Chen has cultivated a virtuous minister for me."

Chen Rong put down the bamboo chopsticks and hugged his fists, "The emperor has won the award".

"Your Majesty, you are so fortunate today, you should be happy with poetry" Wenchen was obviously drunk, and actually proposed a game between these scribes. The ministers at the banquet were all interested, and the generals all frowned.

"Okay, today's victory should be passed down through the ages, and today's feast should be passed on to future generations" The emperor is also a good writer, "but the time is still not early, so I don't have much to say." Chen Aiqing is known for his literary talents, so let Aiqing give a poem", the emperor said that he not only satisfied the ministers but also took care of the generals, and it was more appropriate for Xiaoyihou to give poems to this meritorious person.

Meng Xiaoshan was drunk, didn't refuse much, and happily accepted the order. He filtered many poems in his mind that he had learned, raised his glass and stood up, and chanted: "Drunk and looking at the sword, yesterday he blew the horn and the battalion." Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. "I didn't grasp the scale when I was drunk, and I felt a little too much when I thought about it, if the emperor really handed over this burden to himself, how could he excuse himself?

"Okay, come here, prepare paper and ink" The emperor was very happy, how could he not remember such a good sentence.

"The poem is long, the rhyme is flat, and the meaning is far-reaching," Wenchen praised.

"Yes, especially the heart of Hou Ye to serve the country, every word is instrumental", "The poems are colorful, and the battlefield is all in the poems"

"A sentence in seconds, 'But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death'"

The crowd continued to praise.