The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 668 Imitation Show
Pan Yun on the other side: …

The three of them stared at Pan Yun with sharp eyes and counted silently.

After three breaths, the three of them attacked together with swords in hand.

"Pan Yun" was furious: "Why was I discovered?"

Miao Zhen: "My junior uncle wouldn't pause for so long. She would definitely say 'Bullshit, who taught you to ask questions like that?' as soon as Miao He asked her a question, and then she would beat her up."

In another direction, Wang Cong asked Pan Yun opposite him with a serious face: "Uncle Junior, if Master Gu and I fell into the water together, who would you save first?"

"Bullshit, who taught you to ask questions like that?"

Wang Cong rushed forward with his sword in hand, and called out to Qu Le: "She is fake!"

Qu Le didn't think twice and followed Wang Cong to chop.

After a fierce battle, when "Pan Yun" was chopped into pieces, Qu Le asked, "How do you know she is fake?"

Wang Cong said solemnly, "My junior master will scold anyone except me. No, my junior master is a polite child, she won't scold anyone."

Qu Le: ...

Zhang Weiliang followed Xue Shao closely and stepped into the soft paddy field. He screamed in fear, stepped back in panic, and sat down in the mud with a plop.

Xue Shao immediately stepped forward to pull him. Zhang Weiliang nervously grabbed his hand with one hand and pulled his sleeve with the other. When they climbed onto the ridge of the field, he stared blankly at Xue Shao's dirty sleeves and hands.

Xue Shao asked him gently, "Master Zhang, are you okay?"

Zhang Weiliang looked at Xue Shao, who had a gentle expression, and suddenly asked, "How do you know that Miao Zhen and Wang Cong were fake?"

Xue Shao said gently: "Miao Zhen and Wang Cong are senior brothers and sisters. They must understand each other and have a tacit understanding. But when I asked them a question, they paused for two breaths when answering, and deliberately avoided looking at each other. I knew there was something wrong."

Zhang Weiliang swallowed, nervously clenched the sword in his hand, and stabbed at Xue Shao's chest when he turned around.

For fear of stabbing the wrong side, he deliberately stabbed to the right.

Xue Shao dodged with incredible speed.

Zhang Weiliang's eyes widened, and he became more certain: "You are not Xue Shao!"

After saying that, he made a gesture and attacked.

"Xue Shao" fought back, his face becoming increasingly gloomy. He dodged Zhang Weiliang's sword, but the wooden thorns that kept popping out of the ground made him very uncomfortable, some of which pierced through the soles of his feet.

He hated this messy Shinto attack from Zhongyuan.

"Where did I reveal my flaws?"

"You talk too much!" Zhang Weiliang said, "Xue Shao seems gentle and polite, and he usually talks a lot, but he doesn't like to talk to me. As soon as we meet, you have endless things to say. It's weird!"

Zhang Weiliang said while nagging, "He is also very clean. Others can't see it, but I know that he is even more picky than Pan Yun. As long as conditions permit, he will bathe and change clothes every day. Even if he is in the wild, he will take a cold bath in the river. He carries seven or eight handkerchiefs with him and wipes his hands at every turn. Can he hold my hand without dodging or avoiding like you?"

Zhang Weiliang shouted, "He would pull me up by the collar, but he would never hold my hand!"

"Xue Shao" was speechless, and attacked even more fiercely: "Since you know, then die!"

……

"It's over, we're going to die!" Masuda Shinta slapped the tree trunk with his palm, his eyes red: "This is the third time we've passed by this tree."

Takeda Hisasuna was also very anxious: "What should we do? We don't have Shinto in our army, and I'm afraid we can't break this magic circle." The Japanese were all pessimistic. Ichijo Kenjin, who came with them to make achievements, was about to cry. If he had known it was so dangerous, he would have chosen to stay in the city when Pan Yun asked him whether to stay or go.

The heroes frowned and looked at them, not understanding: "Damn it, you didn't even see the enemy, why are you crying?"

Gao Zhiming: "Since Taoist Priest Pan has asked us to leave, it means that the further we go, the safer it will be. I don't believe that the Shinto of Japan can be more powerful than the Taoist priests of our Ming Dynasty. They must be fighting in there.

Since we can't get out, it's better to stop here and rest instead of wasting energy by walking around. Anyway, there is no other danger except the darkness. Maybe the dark clouds in the sky will be dispersed by Taoist Pan and his men in a while."

Masuda Shinta said with a distressed look, "Master Gao, it's not that simple. You don't know that our Japanese Shinto is very powerful. It has long been rumored that the Ouchi clan offered sacrifices to the mountain god every five years. After persisting for a hundred years, the mountain god allowed Ouchi Masako to be his servant. With Ouchi Masako here, the mountain god will definitely help the Ouchi clan. We can't leave now."

"Servant?" Hu Jing sneered, "That's fine. Pan Yun is a disciple of the mountain god. Aren't disciples more powerful than servants?"

The heroes were not afraid to begin with, and when they heard this, their confidence soared, and they shouted, "What are we afraid of? We will win!"

Takeda Hisatsuna: "But this is Japan. Our mountain gods are here, but your mountain gods are not here."

The heroes' expressions froze. Song Xuan said, "We are all gods. We must have some friendship. Out of basic courtesy, would you beat up your friend's disciple for a servant?"

A servant certainly wasn't worth offending his friends, but...

Hisatsuna Takeda and Shinta Masuda were a little hesitant, as they always felt that the analogy was not quite right.

What if the two mountain gods don’t know each other?

What if the two mountain gods know each other but are not friends?

As he was hesitating, Yamana Hideshichi jumped out, raised his sword and shouted: "I believe it!"

His eyes sparkled, and he said firmly: "I believe that Taoist Pan will win!"

Gao Zhiming praised loudly, "As expected of a descendant of a famous family, your knowledge is better than some people!"

Some people: Hisatsuna Takeda and Shinta Masuda.

Hu Jing said: "I think we should just listen to Mr. Gao. We will wait here."

He knew Pan Yun better than anyone else, and always felt that she let them go for more than just to avoid danger.

His eyes were solemn as he said, "It's dark and we can't see clearly. In addition to holding torches, we also need to form a military formation so that we can get support from both sides and the front and rear can respond to each other, so that we won't be isolated and prevent surprise attacks."

Takeda Hisasuna was sweating profusely: "We are all ordinary people. If we encounter Shinto, we will only die. There is no need for sneak attacks."

The heroes looked at him with contempt: "My fate is determined by my own hands, not by God. Even gods and immortals cannot take our lives at will, let alone the gods. They haven't become gods or immortals yet. I dare to take a gamble!"

"I dare you too!"

"Who's afraid?"

The heroes were not afraid. The warriors and soldiers who had been standing quietly waiting for orders were also excited by the beating hearts, and their eyes gradually became bright.

Before Takeda Hisasuna could say more, Hu Jing took two steps forward and stood beside him, with the hilt of his knife against his waist, and whispered, "If you dare to say something that shakes the morale of the army again, I will kill you!"

Takeda Hisatsuna: ...

Gao Zhiming and others also stared at Takeda Hisatana with curiosity, wanting to dig open his brain to see whether he was really stupid or an insider planted by the Ouchi clan.

If it is the former, then he is indeed hopeless; if it is the latter, then Yamana Chitoyo is hopeless.

(End of this chapter)