"HissLao Qi, take it easy, lighten it, lighten it again."
In the military tent,
Li Liangting was lying on the blanket with his back bare, and Uncle Qi standing behind him was inserting a silver needle into his back.
This needle is very thick, and the front part has a barb, which is very similar to the arrow used by the knights of the Zhenbei Army. It belongs to the design that can be stabbed in, but it is difficult to pull it out.
Under such circumstances, it is quite normal for King Zhenbei to cry out in pain.
Tian Wujing opened the curtain and walked in. Li Liangting subconsciously stopped his voice.
"The 20,000 people of Li Chenghui also drove out in the name of changing defense."
Here, 30,000, plus Li Chenghui's 20,000, what will be used this time is 50,000 towns of Northern Army cavalry.
For this reason, the troops were divided into two routes. Li Chenghui's route was for support, and it was put on the bright side to attract the attention of the barbarians. Wan Tieqi is a real sharp knife.
In other words,
Those who are responsible for attacking the barbarian royal court are these 30,000 cavalry!
Li Liangting blushed and nodded.
"Call out if it hurts." Tian Wujing said.
"How can I, I can't shout in front of you, brother, I want face."
Tian Wujing didn't go out, but instead pulled a chair over and sat down.
"" Li Liangting.
Seeing his lord next to him, Uncle Qi had to bear it so hard, so he had no choice but to comfort him:
"My lord, if you are in pain, just call it out. You are afraid of pain. It's not shameful. All warriors in the world are known for their toughness, but doesn't even Prince Jingnan fight with knives and weapons?
Co-author, this kind of thing shouldn't be bothered, isn't it because you are afraid of pain? "
"Hehehe, hahaha"
Li Liangting laughed out loud, and then, another needle went down, taking a deep breath.
Tian Wujing looked at Li Liangting's back,
road;
"Is this a way for the barbarians to sacrifice?"
"Yes, my lord." Uncle Qi responded.
"Lao Qi was taken captive to a barbarian tribe as a slave when he was young, and was adopted by a priest, so he knows all this." Li Liangting explained.
Immediately,
Li Liangting turned his head to look at Tian Wujing who was sitting there again, and asked:
"Why, Wujing, can you understand this too?"
"Know a little bit."
"What the prince said is that in fact, the methods of the barbarians and the methods of our qi refiners and warlocks are still the same in essence. It's just that the outer skin is different. In the final analysis, it is to stimulate the potential of the human body in a short period of time."
"What about the tonic?" Tian Wujing asked.
"I'm bringing it with me." Li Liangting replied, "Anyway, the century-old Marquis Mansion has a lot of heritage."
First use the method of barbarian sacrifice to widen and consolidate the already dead meridians, and then fill them with water from outside.
It cannot be blamed that King Zhenbei couldn't help crying out in pain, because this is not just as simple as a skin trauma, nor is it something you can bear if you want to.
"I remember that Zheng Fan once brought me back a Fu Wang's head. What's the difference between you and Fu Wang after a while?"
"Am I that fat-headed and big-eared?" Li Liangting said disdainfully.
"It will fill up." Tian Wujing said.
Li Liangting was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Uncle Qi who gave him the needle,
"Really?"
"If you go back to the prince, it will indeed become swollen."
At this time,
Seventh Uncle looked at King Jingnan and asked;
"My lord, please come over and help the villain take a look. Can you add the three needles at this position?"
"" Li Liangting.
Tian Wujing stood up, walked over, took a glance,
road:
"For the three needles here, adding half an inch can increase the waste of energy and blood by 20%, which means double the pain."
"Then push harder!" Li Liangting shouted.
"Add an inch."
"Don't, add more."
"What's the point of losing consciousness from brain pain or fainting directly?"
"Well, you are right, Lao Qi, just follow what Wu Jing said."
"Okay, my lord."
"Wujing, if I knew it earlier, I would have asked you to give me the needle."
"IOne battle, my life is worth it, Wujing, you
Wujing, Brother Haoer did not do that matter, although, I also think that Brother Haoer may have known about it afterwards. "
"You don't need to talk about my business."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Li Liangting sniffed,
road:
"I'm hungry."
Speaking,
Li Liangting shouted to the outside:
"Old Qi, I'm hungry, do you have any chicken legs?"
Tian Wujing walked out of the king's tent.
Uncle Seven came in, and said to King Zhenbei who was lying there:
"My lord, where can I find live chickens in this barracks?"
Li Liangting patted the bed board with his hand,
Tears dripped down,
shouted:
"I don't care, I just want to eat chicken legs today."
Tian Wujing walked all the way to the stable outside Wang's tent.
There, there are two Pixiu lying there.
King Zhenbei's Pixiu was smuggled in later, and now it is still a little sluggish and has not fully recovered.
Tian Wujing sat down, and his brave head approached actively.
"knife."
Pixiu opened his mouth, and spat out the knives from his mouth, which landed in Tian Wujing's hand.
This knife was given by Emperor Yan himself when he was granted the title of Marquis of Jingnan.
He is a good emperor,
But by no means a good father, a good husband, or a good brother;
Immediately,
Tian Wujing spread his hands again,
road:
"letter."
"" Pixiu.
He hesitated for a moment,
Pixiu opened his mouth, as if retching, but nothing fell out.
Tian Wujing turned his head and looked at Pixiu who was crouching beside him,
opened the mouth and said:
"Give it out?"
Pixiu didn't respond.
That letter was put in by him, if it was lost or damaged or lost, his brave head would have known it to him long ago.
However, it has remained silent.
This is a beast, but this beast has brains.
Since there was no sound, it means that in the eyes of this beast, the letter has already fallen into the hands of the person who should give it.
Seeing that the master did not speak for a long time, Pixiu was so frightened that he put his head on the ground, his eyes were wide open and glistening.
Next to him, Pixiu of the King of Zhenbei saw this scene, and simply lay down on his side. He really couldn't bear to look down on the current appearance of his own family.
but,
What Pixiu didn't expect was that,
After a long silence,
Did not see the master angry.
Tian Wujing shook his head,
road:
"It's also very good."
in mind,
Involuntarily emerging from the fire in Yingdu, Zheng Fan stood in front of him holding a knife and shouted:
In my life, Zheng Fan, you are the only brother who treats me well
Tian Wujing slowly closed his eyes,
?In fact, Tian Wujing never said a word to Zheng Fan, that is, he is also lucky,
In this life, in this life where people hate God, there is still such a younger brother.
Tian Wujing reached out and touched Pixiu's head,
road:
"I thought, after the war, let you go back and hand over the letter to him, it's fine now, you don't have to go back.
He said,
If there is an opportunity in the future, he would like to visit the West;
Fine,
When this battle is over, if the barbarians fail to kill me;
Anyway, there is no way back.
I am an older brother,
Let's go to my brother first to explore the way. "
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