Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8122 Eating
Before the sword box is closed.

"Fire Cult, hum."

Chuxue snorted coldly.

When she thought of the Fire Worship Cult, she couldn't help feeling resentful.

"Why? The Fire Worship Sect treats you well." Dong Wenjun raised his eyebrows.

"Since he treated me well, why didn't the leader give me an antidote?" Chuxue said coldly.

"Three Corpse Brain Gu Pills, there is no antidote, how do you ask the leader to give it? Besides, it is the support of the medicinal power of the Three Corpse Brain Gu Pills that our internal strength increases so fast." Dong Wenjun frowned.

"The saints of the Fire Worship Cult are all born in poor families, and even many of them are orphans adopted by the Zoroastrian Cult. They were not cultivated by the Zoroastrian Cult. How can you be today? Look at how many people died outside?"

"One yard is one yard. I remember the kindness of the Fire Worship Cult, but I also understand the thoughts of the leader." Chuxue said lightly.

"What do you understand?" Dong Wenjun asked.

"Master, he doesn't like Zoroastrianism. He is just using Zoroastrianism to achieve his own private goals. I don't want to comment on other things, but there is one thing that I don't agree with, and that is collusion with Persianism."

"Persian religion, people who are not of our race must have a different heart, they are not the same as us." Chu Xue said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't forget, Shi Yiyun is your enemy. If you sneak attack Shi Yiyun, you are already fighting to the death."

Anger welled up on Dong Wenjun's face.

"So what? I've always been like this. If I don't like it, I'll just say it. Could it be that, as a master of martial arts and a saintess of the Fire Worship Cult, I can't express my thoughts?"

"I'm a human, not a dog!" Chuxue said firmly.

"I didn't let you talk, but you shouldn't misunderstand the leader... the leader, he thinks about the harmony of the world, not just for his own power and position. As the leader, what does he want? Why take this risk?" Dong Wenjun frowned. road.

"What is the great harmony in the world? Who will believe this? Does he believe it?" Chuxue said coldly.

"Why don't you believe it? When did the leader lie?" Dong Wenjun seemed convinced.

"I remember, he said that the Persian religion is his lifelong enemy, why did he turn to the Persian religion in the end?" Chuxue only took one of them.

"That was an expedient measure. The leader used the power of the Persian religion to achieve his own goals. He did not join the Persian religion, and only cooperated with them to a limited extent." Dong Wenjun explained.

"Isn't this going back on promises? Our Zoroastrianism has fought bloody battles with the Persian Cult for more than a hundred years, and the enmity we have forged is already impossible to resolve. What is the result of what he did?"

"Even if he can hit the target, he will definitely destroy the Zoroastrian Cult in the end."

"That said, I can cooperate with you in other things, but I will not cooperate with the Persian religion."

After all, Chuxue left without looking back.

Dong Wenjun stood where he was, silent for a while.

He originally had a good talk with Chuxue about the "net", but they broke up unhappy.

In fact, what he didn't say was that he was secretly not happy about cooperating with the Persian religion.

Chuxue's idea is by no means an exception.

In the Persian religion, except for the faction of the Great Saintess who firmly advocates that it is incompatible with the Persian religion, most of the other major factions do not like the Persian religion.

If it weren't for the suppression of the authority of the leader, the Black Flame Cliff alone would have erupted.

"So, is it true?" Dong Wenjun was also a little confused.

……

In the evening, on the other side of Jianxi Pass.

In a dense forest.

"Cack!"

A whistle sounded like the chirping of a bird.

Suddenly, from the dense forest, a bunch of human heads sprang out.

The leader was a tall and burly man.

Looking at the handsome young man whistling on the opposite rock, he shouted loudly, "Who are you?"

"Imperial Minister, Navy Admiral Luo Xingchen."

The handsome boy on the opposite side replied.

"Lord Luo, I finally see you!"

After passing the code, a look of enthusiasm appeared on the burly man's face.

"Patriarch Zheng, you have helped us a lot by leading troops to the Sword Box Pass this time."

Luo Xingchen smiled.

What he greeted was the Tengjia army led by Zheng Xiong of the Tujia nationality.

Under the leadership of Zheng Erniang, the Tujia people fought fiercely in several battles in the southwest, and the Tengjia Army became famous all over the world.

"Lord Luo complimented me so much that I was quite embarrassed. We Tujia people, if we don't talk about anything else, we just talk about loyalty and fear of death. That's nothing to say."

Zheng Xiong stretched out his hand and scratched his head, with a simple and honest smile on his face.

But Luo Xingchen would not really regard him as a simple and honest person.

If he was an honest person, how could he be the head of the Tujia family?

Anyone who can secure the position of patriarch is more or less scheming.

"Okay, it's not too late, let's rush to the past."

Luo Xingchen also stopped saying polite words.

The Tengjia Army of the Tujia was summoned for the purpose of fighting.

But now, the military situation is urgent, and no one knows when the enemy will attack again.

Then, it is especially important to arrange your own strength first.

In the meantime, no delay is allowed.

"Set off."

Zheng Xiong let out a loud shout.

The orders were conveyed layer by layer, and soon, the Tujia people lurking in the woods all started to act.

On the road, Luo Xingchen rode ahead on horseback. At the same time, he was still observing the march of the Tujia people.

He discovered that the Tengjia army of the Tujia nationality was very organized when marching, and several people formed a small team.

"What is your formation?"

Luo Xingchen asked.

"It doesn't have a name, it's the formation passed down from our Tujia family. The old people do it like this when they fight." Zheng Xiong said with a smile.

"Stay close, I think your formation is very similar to the mandarin duck formation in the Art of War." The corners of Luo Xingchen's lips rose.

"Mandarin Duck Formation? Master Luo is well-informed and a scholar. Maybe this formation is a kind of Mandarin Duck Formation." Zheng Xiong said.

"Knowing how to use it is not the same thing. Although the art of war is good, it still depends on whether it can be used."

Luo Xingchen said.

"Of course, we Tujia people don't pay attention to those things. We go to battle to kill the enemy, just to kill the enemy, and do whatever works." Zheng Xiong nodded.

"Did you keep practicing martial arts day and night all these years?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No, a while ago, we were short of food, so we stopped for a long time, hey, I was too hungry to practice martial arts..."

"Fortunately, Sir Ning, Minister of the Ministry of War, solved the problem of food for us, so we have strength." Zheng Xiong sighed.

"You are not short of food now?" Luo Xingchen said.

"Food is always in short supply. When we go out to fight, it's not because we like to fight, and it's not because we want to earn food for the whole family." Zheng Xiong sighed.

This is what he has in mind.

Marching and fighting, dressing and eating, the purpose is that simple.

(End of this chapter)