The momentum of the jade lion in the night was uncontrollable, and after running out of the beast tide, he smashed on the Great Wall, but fortunately, he twisted his waist and hips in mid-air, collected his strength, and only smashed his back on the city wall, smashing out cracked cobwebs.

The people in the carriage were not affected much, except for a jolt that was more violent than ever.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Xiao Buyi turned around, his face full of paleness.

Along the way, the three of them opened the way for the Jade Lion of the Night, and fought a bloody way, all the way to the middle end, and they didn't see a few living people.

Remnants of the ground are cracked armor.

Against the tide of beasts, only a thin layer at the front remains.

It's just that the tide of 30,000 beasts used to open the way is now dead and injured, and there is almost a fraction left, so it is not a difficult thing for the three of them to rush to kill.

His Royal Highness can ride a thousand and kill the beast tide alone, which has an inseparable relationship with his own Bodhisattva life-saving Buddha card.

And most importantly, the beast tide seems to be afraid of this man.

Perhaps it was the "man" at the top of the Chess Palace, who controlled the beast tide from afar, and already had the idea of meeting him in person to kick off the prelude to the terracotta war.

It took a lot of effort to rush out of the beast tide.

The fingers used by the Second Highness to smear the talisman could no longer squeeze out more blood.

The pot of green leaf potted plants in the carriage has been picked by the eldest lady of the Tang family.

The mutilated talisman was wrapped in a halberd, and this halberd pierced through the tide of beasts and nailed to the Great Wall of Beacons, and around the barrel of the gun floated a series of talisman papers like snow.

The barrel of the gun, which had been covered with snow before, was now red with blood.

Heavy snow is blowing in the terracotta.

It's a miserable scene.

The county lord plunged his sword into the snow, put his hands on the hilt of the sword, held his body, took a deep breath, and looked back at the head of the Great Wall of Beacon Beacon above his head.

......

......

On the beacon platform, there stood a thin young scholar, who had already made all the decisions, and at this moment he personally ascended to the height, looking at the terracotta and heavy snow with a wistful expression.

It's just that his gaze didn't stop at the beast tide that had now been killed under Fengsui City, and there were only 30,000 left.

That beast tide was out of order, and it didn't give full play to the advantages that the demon clan should have given in the rushing formation, but just blindly moved forward, relying on the flesh to drag and make trouble for Fengsui.

Be that as it may, swallow this mouthful of meat.

He also paid the price of fifteen thousand!

Qi Shu could have given less, mediated, volleyed, blocked, and ambushed, so that the loss of Fengsui's strength was minimized.

But now, there is no room for him to choose.

Qi Shu stood on top of the Great Wall of Fengsui, stunned.

It will take at least half a month to drag the iron cavalry support to Xining Road.

Can he drag it out for half a month?

After half a month, will you be able to fight with the demon beast tide outside the beacon?

Many thoughts came to mind, and sparks brushed by.

The young Mr. Wolong lowered his eyebrows and smiled lowly.

"Help me call out to the Lord of the Taira Demon Division. ”

It only took a few dozen breaths, and the head of the Ping Demon Division swept to the front of the beacon platform.

He heard Qi Shu ask him a very strange question.

"Western Regions...... How many demons are there?"

......

......

This is an unanswerable question.

The head of the Ping Demon Division looked at the young Beacon Commander and was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"Is there 200,000?"

This Lord Ping Demon Division, who has been dealing with the demon clan in the Western Regions all year round, thought about the case file he handled, and the demon clan attack on humans in the thirteen districts of the terracotta every year, so he roughly calculated the number of demon clans.

Then he said uncertainly: "Maybe...... Yes?"

Qi Shu smiled and nodded, then patted him on the shoulder.

Qi Shu seemed to have figured out something.

He figured out this misconception that everyone would have.

At this moment, he was in a good mood, and patted the shoulder of the head of the Ping Demon Division beside him.

"Look. ”

The head of the Ping Demon Division looked at Qi Shu's finger.

Suddenly his face turned pale.

Outside of the terracotta, the part of the beast tide that had been used to open the way in the Western Regions was almost dead, and after the entire distance of the terracotta, there was a vast army advancing like a black cloud.

That's several times more than 30,000.

The battle line is enough to stretch up to the entire beacon.

Qi Shu only said three words lightly.

It is the number of demon beasts of the demon clan that went south this time.

"Two hundred thousand. ”

......

......

"Believe me, the main beast tide will not attack the city today. ”

After saying this, Qi Shu left the stands of the Fengsui Great Wall.

"Pass my orders—"

"The beacon fortresses corresponding to the thirteen districts each sent a small force to meet it!"

He shouted, looked around, and confirmed that this order had been transmitted, and the war drums of the beacon in the distance sounded one after another, and then he walked down the beacon platform, walking hurriedly all the way, his hair was scattered, his brows were twisted, and the two deputy directors of the Peace Demon Division of the City Lord's Mansion beside him followed behind, and did not dare to speak.

Qi Shu spoke as he thought.

"The City Lord's Mansion has moved out all the case files of Fengsui, since the Spring and Autumn Period, in this terracotta land, how many files of friction and disputes with the demon clan. ”

"The Ping Demon Division transferred the files, corresponding to the files of the demon beasts above the fifth grade, as well as the records of the ninth rank of the great demon, all of which were sent to my room. ”

The two adults of the City Lord's Mansion and the Peace Demon Division glanced at each other and were about to leave.

"Wait!"

Qi Shu glanced at the two of them, and at this moment he had walked to the door of his room, his fingers hovering over the doorknob.

He frowned and said, "Please come down to the Second Highness." ”

......

......

It's just one night.

The case files of the City Lord's Mansion and the Peace Demon Division were all transferred.

The sheer number of files in this case was outrageous, and in Qi Shu's temporary City Lord's mansion, it was almost an entire room.

When Xiao Buyi pushed open the door, he saw a moving scene.

After the unveiling of Lanling City, Qi Shu, a scholar who was appreciated by His Majesty, should have been a rich and noble young magnate, who could sit in the temple and enjoy the glory, at this moment wrapped in a big jacket, his fingers were bruised, holding two pens, a pen in his left and right hands, and on the only free desktop, there were two large pieces of paper on the left and right, which were connected and seamless, and the entire table was occupied.

Two large pens flew like dragons and snakes.

Qi Shu was so focused on two things that he didn't notice that someone was pushing the door at all.

It's like a kind of esoteric deduction.

It's more like a strange and out-of-the-way way of calculation.

Behind Qi Shu, there was a large pile of useless case files.

The reason why it is said that the case file that ordinary people may take dozens of days to read is "useless" because during the time that Xiao Buyi arrived, Qi Shu had already read this large pile of case files.

For him, reading it once is useless.

Qi Shu's memory is amazingly good, not much better than that of His Royal Highness, as if he was born with a lotus phase.

When he was hidden in the snow in Lanling City, he nested in the Laoshe teahouse every day, hand-drawing maps, marking the rivers and oceans, small lakes and small parks, and the large and small cities of Qiliang in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

There are dozens of hand-drawn maps alone, stacked on top of each other.

After being appreciated by His Majesty, Qi Liang's library was read with him, and during the time when Lanling City was hidden in the snow, Qi Shu recited the topographical changes of the Central Plains in the past hundred years.

He also carried that bookcase with him all the time, and inside the bookbox, there were not only hand-drawn maps, but also many thoughts. These thoughts originated from the idea of when, incomparably mixed, if not caught in time, it will be fleeting, Qi Shu is a diligent person, every time there is a flash of inspiration, it is written down in detail on the paper, dare not omit, accumulate a lot, the bookcase will become more and more heavy, he is not convenient to carry, can only be handed over to a reliable person for proper safekeeping.

That reliable person is the Tsing Yi god general who is partnered with Qi Shu.

Yi Shaoran held the huge bookcase, squeezed into the room, and glanced at the huge city lord's mansion, after being filled with case files, there was no place to stay, so he could only gently put the huge bookcase at the door.

The god of Tsing Yi gently made a silent gesture to Xiao Buyi.

His Royal Highness understands it.

He stood on tiptoe lightly, opposite Qi Shu, and quietly observed the two large pieces of paper.

The handwriting on the paper is a little sloppy, and the paper is also upside down, but it does not affect Xiao Buyi's viewing.

Xiao Buyi squinted his eyes and didn't speak, he looked at it for a while, but Qi Shu suddenly spoke: "Does Your Highness understand these words?"

Xiao Buyi smiled softly.

His gaze was still on the paper, and his voice was clear: "I don't dare to say that I can understand everything." It's just that I know a little, and these handwriting looks a little like 'miscellaneous', I don't know...... Did you guess right?"

Qi Shu's two large pens were written until they dried up, and the ink ran out.

He said solemnly, "Yes." ”

Qi Shu's tone was extremely serious: "His Royal Highness is the first 'Confucian' descendant in the lower nine streams, after the first Fu Dashi, the lower nine streams were almost killed and injured, not many survived, and even fewer could inherit the mantle." ”

Xiao Buyi shook his head and did not answer.

He slowly approached the table, turned the two large pieces of paper around, glanced at them carefully, and asked uncertainly, "Sir...... What are you deducing?"

Qi Shu said quietly: "The case file of the City Lord's Mansion and the Peace Demon Division has all the movements in the Western Regions over the years. I want to use the 'miscellaneous' technique to deduce a glimmer of heaven. ”

His Royal Highness raised his head in some astonishment.

Qi Shu's sideburns, overnight, were already gray and gray, and it looked like he was exhausted.

His voice was hoarse, and he leaned into Xiao Buyi's ear and said a word.

His Royal Highness's pupils constricted.

The god of Tsing Yi didn't hear this, he stood not far away, and saw that His Royal Highness subconsciously exerted force, and a cobweb burst out of the entire table.

Qi Shu put a finger on Xiao Buyi's shoulder, signaling him to calm down and not be too aggressive.

His Royal Highness's heart trembled, and he slowed down for a long time, and his voice was extremely bitter: "Sir, this is what you said...... Really?"

Qi Shu calculated all night, never closed his eyes, closed his eyes at this moment, and nodded slowly.

And not words.

After slowing down for a long time, Qi Shu's voice was hoarse.

"The technique of miscellaneous deduction is complicated and obscure, and only an approximate ...... can be deduced"

"It's just that this is probably terrifying. ”

He paused.

"There is one thing that Qi Shu can't understand, so he specially wants to ask His Royal Highness. ”

Qi Shu put one finger on Xiao Buyi's shoulder, and the other finger slowly picked up a large piece of paper.

Qi Shu's eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension.

He asked seriously, "Why...... The luck of the Western Regions will be linked to His Royal Highness?"

The paper hangs down, and it is extremely difficult to distinguish after all kinds of handwriting are mixed together, and there is a person's name hanging in the middle of the paper.

The paper is full of absurd words, and that person's name is hard to dissipate.

Yi Xiao.