Li Miaozhen knew that this Third Senior Brother was obsessed with imitating Xu Qi'an. According to him, Xu Qi'an was the master of Show Divinity, and every time, Xu Qi'an would be one step ahead of him and steal his opportunities.
It was not that Yang Qianhuan was wrongly accusing Xu Qi'an. He had his reasons. For example, during the Buddhist duel, the Supervisor deliberately locked him in the Stargazing Tower, and then pushed Xu Qi'an out to represent the Celestial Commissioner in the duel.
Another example was the battle between Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen, when Yang Qianhuan was "coincidentally" locked in the Stargazing Tower.
If he knew what Xu Ningyan had done, he would be so envious that he would beat his chest and stamp his feet … Li Miaozhen did not intend to tell him now. At least, she had to wait until Xu Qi 'an's injury was stabilized.
Therefore, she stopped smiling, cupped her fists, and said sincerely, "Senior Brother Yang, please take care of Xu Qi'an."
Yang Qianhuan nodded. He was very satisfied with Tenzō Shōnin's pleading attitude.
He immediately took out bottles, needles, and thread from his storage bag. Yang Qianhuan pried open Xu Qi'an's mouth, and then popped the cork of the porcelain bottles, and stuffed four or five porcelain bottles into Xu Qi'an's mouth.
The way he fed the medicine was very rough. After a few times, the unconscious Xu Qi'an's face turned purple, and he looked like he was suffocating.
"What are you doing?" Li Miaozhen frowned.
"He's severely injured. He needs to be treated with strong medicine!"
Yang Qianhuan explained righteously, and then patted Xu Qi'an's jaw to make him swallow the medicine.
Is this what you mean by strong medicine? Are you sure you are not taking revenge? Flying Swallow Heroine squinted at him.
After using the medicine, Yang Qianhuan stitched up his wound, and barely stopped the bleeding.
Then he said, "I can only stabilize his condition. If you want to save him, you have to do it yourself."
"Even you can't do it?" Li Miaozhen was shocked.
In her opinion, Yang Qianhuan was the leader of the Celestial Commissioner. Except for the Supervisor, Li Miaozhen had never seen a warlock of a higher rank than Yang Qianhuan in the Celestial Commissioner.
Yang Qianhuan was silent for a long time, and then he said slowly, "This kid is asking for trouble.
Li Miaozhen's words were a blatant provocation in the eyes of Senior Brother Yang, who had said, "If the heavens hadn't given birth to me, Yang Qianhuan, I would've worshipped the world forever."
He paused, and then he said,
"He's definitely using the Confucian School's Command Law. Heh, he doesn't have the Righteous Energy to protect his body, yet he dares to use the Confucian School's magic. Look at the terrible injuries on his body. What did he exchange the Confucian School's magic for? "
Li Miaozhen thought for a long time, and said, "Maybe it has something to do with his combat power and condition."
"Forcefully increasing his combat power … He's really not afraid of death." Yang Qianhuan clicked his tongue.
"Not even the Fourth Stage of the Confucian Yang Qianhuan dared to do that."
"Is that so?" Li Miaozhen asked.
"Of course!"
Yang Qianhuan curled his lips.
"The Fourth Stage of the Yunlu Academy only dared to say something like 'pants drop' or 'retreat a hundred miles' in a fight. These are powerful moves, but they don't cause too much damage."
"That's because there's a limit to how much Righteousness can counteract. Otherwise, wouldn't the Confucian Yang Qianhuan be invincible?"
Li Miaozhen said, "Wasn't the Confucian Yang Qianhuan invincible during their heyday?"
Yang Qianhuan didn't want to talk to this woman anymore, so he coughed and said, "We'll take him back after he absorbs the medicine and relieves the pain. Heh, don't underestimate the pain. It might kill him. "
He strode out, "I'm going out for a walk."
Master Yang Qianhuan, the Celestial Commissioner, was here. How could he hide his achievements and fame? He had to go out and show his power.
"Squeak …"
He opened the gate of the barbican and appeared in front of the guards outside.
The guards were at a loss when they saw a man in white suddenly appear.
Yang Qianhuan's eyes, hidden under the curtain hat, slowly swept across the confused faces. His tone was calm, and he announced, "I'm the Celestial Commissioner, Yang Qianhuan, the third disciple of the Supervisor."
The Warlock of the Celestial Commissioner … the third disciple of the Supervisor …
The Warlock of the Celestial Commissioner … the third disciple of the Supervisor …
After a short silence, the guards outside the barbican suddenly burst into loud cheers.
Huh, why are they so welcoming? This, this doesn't make sense … No, it makes sense! Yang Qianhuan couldn't help but straighten his back. Then, he turned around and stubbornly pointed the back of his head at the crowd.
Although the back of his head was hidden under the curtain hat.
At this time, he heard a soldier in the distance ask in the noisy cheers, "What's going on? What's wrong with you guys?"
A soldier answered, "That man is the Warlock of the Celestial Commissioner, Supervisor's third disciple."
"What? That's great, that's great … "
"Yes, yes, Xu Yinluo can be saved. Xu Yinluo can finally be saved."
Some people cried tears of joy.
As the people of Daibun, everyone knew that the Warlock of the Celestial Commissioner could revive the dead.
The reason they cheered was, "Xu Qi'an can be saved, not me?"
Yang Qianhuan's heart sank. Still facing his back to the crowd, he raised his hand and pressed down.
Seeing his hand gesture, the soldiers gradually quieted down.
Yang Qianhuan said in a deep voice, "Xu Qi'an, what did he do this time?"
He knew that Xu Qi'an had a high reputation in Daibun (he had stolen Yang Qianhuan's Fated Chance). But even if this group of soldiers who only recognized military merits respected Xu Yinluo, the scene in front of them was still too exaggerated.
He had a bad feeling.
"Xu Yinluo is extremely righteous. To reduce our pressure, he went down alone to dig the formation," a soldier said.
Heh, he still knows how to win people's hearts, just like how he killed the High Duke at the market! Yang Qianhuan commented. He didn't envy Xu Qi'an at all. He acted as if he had already seen through Xu Qi'an.
"Xu Yinluo single-handedly defeated the enemy twice and killed nearly ten thousand people."
"Killed ten thousand people and defeated the enemy twice …" Yang Qianhuan was gradually stunned, and his eyes slowly lost focus.
"Xu Yinluo relied on his own strength to kill Flame Monarch Nurhega in the midst of an army of ten thousand."
"Xu Yinluo is invincible."
"I only want to follow Xu Yinluo for the rest of my life."
As they spoke, the soldiers began to shout loudly, their eyes red.
Yang Qianhuan silently closed the gate of the barbican.
Li Miaozhen heard the sound of the door closing and walked out to take a look. She saw Yang Qianhuan leaning against the door, slowly sliding to the ground, and his hat was crooked …
"Are you okay?"
Li Miaozhen's face was saying "I am a professionally trained Holy Maiden, no matter how funny it is, I will not laugh".
"I was wrong. I have underestimated Xu Qi'an. I had thought that killing the High Duke at the market was the pinnacle of his life. I had not thought that he would go even further this time, even more ….."
She was so upset she could not speak.
"He was obviously afraid that I would steal his limelight and purposely came to the border to avoid me. What a despicable and shameless person ….. Defeated the enemy twice, killed nearly ten thousand of them, and took the head of the enemy's general. Why didn't he, Xu Qi'an, ride the wind and soar to the top?"
Her voice was trembling with envy.
Li Miaozhen almost covered her face and squealed like a pig.
After cursing for a while, Yang Qianhuan's eyes burned with fighting spirit: "Please tell me, where is the Fire Country's capital?"
Li Miaozhen pursed her lips, suppressing her laughter: "You want to go to the Fire Country? But Xu Qi'an defeated the enemy in front of more than ten thousand soldiers. What's the use of going to the Fire Country alone? "
"What about the Witchcraft Cult's main altar?"
"Wei Yuan has taken over that place."
"….. Do I still have a chance?"
"None."
Li Miaozhen mercilessly dispelled his thoughts and said: "Xu Qi'an seems to be in a much better condition. Let's go back to the capital and get the Supervisor to save him."
Inside the curtained hat, came Yang Qianhuan's hopeless and tired reply:
"There's no hope, just wait for death!"
…..
Zhang Kaitai was awoken by the cheers in the army camp and leapt up the city wall. When he heard the news of Yang Qianhuan's arrival, he was overjoyed and entered the barbican.
"Where is Yang Qianhuan?"
He looked left and right, but did not see anyone.
Li Miaozhen pointed to a corner and Zhang Kaitai looked over. Yang Qianhuan was squatting in the corner with his back facing them, quiet like a decoration.
"What happened to him?" Zhang Kaitai asked telepathically.
"He just found out about Xu Qi'an." Li Miaozhen replied telepathically.
When Zhang Kaitai looked at Yang Qianhuan's back again, his eyes were filled with pity.
"I will arrange for my Deputy General to follow you back to the capital and report what happened here to the Imperial Court. Even if it was eight hundred miles, it would still take a few days to reach the capital.
"Although the Yan and Kang Kingdoms have retreated and suffered heavy losses, we cannot let our guard down. They might make a comeback at any time. I hope the Imperial Court can make arrangements soon. "
Zhang Kaitai said.
Moreover, the soldiers who died in the battle had to be reported to the Imperial Court as well as Xu Qi'an's achievement of blocking eighty thousand enemies alone.
Li Miaozhen nodded: "Alright."
…..
Early in the morning, the cabinet.
In the meeting hall, Grand Secretary Wang Zhenwen held a steaming cup of nourishing tea and listened to the intense discussion of the scholars.
"What does His Majesty mean? Why hasn't he expressed his opinion after two days of discussion?" Zhao Tingfang, the Grand Secretary of the East Pavilion, frowned.
For two consecutive days, the court meetings were discussing how to deal with the aftermath. However, regarding the nature of the battle and the possible retaliation of the Witchcraft Cult, the Yuanjing Emperor displayed an extremely negative attitude.
He talked about a lot of trivial matters and didn't mention anything important. No matter how the officials remonstrated, he ignored them. The Minister of State had been jumping up and down for the past two days. Yesterday, he had written memorials and today, he had reprimanded the Yuanjing Emperor in the hall.
Then, he had been dragged out to be punished.
"His Majesty doesn't seem to be willing to give Duke Wei a posthumous name. As for the transfer of troops from the three prefectures in the northeast … "
At this point, Qian Qingshu, the Grand Secretary of the Martial Heroic Hall, paused and didn't continue.
If it were anyone else, such an action would be branded as treason.
However, His Majesty was the ruler of a country, so it was naturally impossible. It could only be said that he had been muddle-headed recently.
Tock, tock!
Wang Shoufu knocked on the table. When the Grand Secretaries looked over, he exhaled and said in a low and gentle voice,
"After lunch, I will go to the Stargazing Tower to see the Supervisor."
His sense of smell was sharper than others. Ever since Wei Yuan died in battle, Wang Zhenwen had reviewed the matter according to the information sent back.
He realized that this matter didn't only involve the two countries, but also the secrets of the top grade. The latter was a field that civil officials like them couldn't get involved in.
However, the Supervisor definitely knew.
The Grand Secretaries nodded slowly. Chen Qi, the Grand Secretary of the Building Hall, said in a low voice, "We might as well ask the Supervisor to suppress His Majesty."
If these words were spread out, it would become a reason for his political enemies to attack him. He might not even be able to keep his position as a Grand Secretary. However, he still said it, hoping that the Yuanjing Emperor could quickly make a decision.
It was obvious how tense the situation was now.
At this moment, a Cabinet official came to the door of the meeting hall and reported, "Sirs, a man who claims to be Zhang Kaitai's deputy requests an audience. He wants to see the Prime Minister."
"Zhang Kaitai's deputy? What is he doing in the Cabinet instead of the Ministry of War?" Qian Qingshu frowned.
Zhao Tingfang, the Grand Secretary of the Eastern Pavilion, said, "Perhaps he has been to the Ministry of War and has another important matter to discuss with the Prime Minister?"
Wang Zhenwen thought for a moment and said, "Let him in."
The Cabinet official retreated. Soon, he led in a dusty middle-aged general whose armor was covered with saber marks and bloodstains.
How … how did he enter the Imperial City dressed like this?
The Grand Secretaries were shocked.
"I am Li Yi, Commander Zhang's deputy. Greetings, sirs." Li Yi cupped his hands.
Wang Shoufu nodded and asked, "Why did you come back instead of staying in the border army? When did you come back? "
Li Yi replied, "I was still at Xiang Zhou's Jade Sun Pass yesterday. I just returned to the capital city this morning. Celestial Commissioner Yang Qianhuan brought me back."
The Grand Secretaries looked at one another in dismay, their faces full of doubt. Wang Shoufu asked, "Is the urgent news from eight hundred miles away true?"
Li Yi's face darkened and he nodded.
In an instant, the last hope in Wang Shoufu's eyes dissipated. He was silent for a long time before asking, "Why did you seek an audience with me?"
Li Yi said, "The day before yesterday, the allied army of Yan Kang and Yan Kang Empire attacked Jade Sun Pass with eighty thousand men."
"What?!"
The Grand Secretaries were astonished.
The hand Wang Shoufu used to hold the teacup trembled and the scalding tea splashed on the back of his hand, but he didn't notice it at all.
