The Age of Lords Reborn

Chapter 1037 Cheng Le's Subduing Dragon Palm (for subscription)

"Old man, did you win the first battle in the south?" The battle at Dingjun Mountain had just ended, and before dawn, he received a message from his wife in the cold winter of March.

"It's not bad, but there are also losses."

Responding with a smile, Bitter Winter March said, "How is the situation in the north? Can Chen Cang take it?"

In the Dashang barracks to the west of Chencang, a woman in armor shook her head slowly: "It's hard to say, you know the strength of Da Zhou, how can it be so easy to conquer the pass."

"Then don't act too hastily, wait until I go north."

"I know, don't worry, you should also pay attention to safety when you go north alone."

The two exchanged a few words of advice in a soft voice, and soon hung up the communication and went to their own business.

It was also at this time that most of the Zhou lord players in the Chencang camp knew the news that the ambush soldiers and horses arranged in the south for fame and reputation were defeated and dispersed.

After a while, the letter of the battle report was delivered to Lian Po.

After receiving such bad news in the middle of the night, Lian Po lost all sleepiness.

Jigu's ambush ended in failure, and now he not only had to worry about the big merchant soldiers going northward quickly, but also had to guard against the possibility that they might directly snatch the warships in the upper reaches of Danshui and then go deep into the territory of Dazhou.

"Send several Zhonglang generals to follow me to the barracks of the dynasty's commander."

Lian Po hurriedly got up and left the big tent. At the same time, Ye Haoxuan, who was fishing for fame as far away as Tongguan, was vomited blood by the same news.

Winter in March!

The guy who has been squeezed out of the big week by him.

He could actually bite himself from behind at this moment.

"Three auxiliary battles have changed, and it is very likely that the army cannot be deployed in time to defend Chang'an."

Thinking about the changes in the battle situation brought about by the victory in the first battle in March in the cold winter, he thought about it for a long time before clicking on the player communication and confirming an ID that he hadn't contacted for a long time.

The prompt sounded for more than ten seconds before the communication was connected.

As soon as the connection was made, Gu Ming Diao Yu heard a sneer: "I thought you could hold your breath."

"Brother Latiao, it's too early to see my jokes right now?"

Although Gu Mingyu's head is very heavy, his voice has returned to the usual low voice: "It's just a small victory in the cold winter and March. It is impossible for the big merchants to defeat me so easily."

Latiao on the other side of the communication still had a smile on her face, and asked back, "Oh? If that's the case, what are you looking for now?"

"I need time to clean up Dashang before I can free up my hands to deal with other opponents."

Gu Ming Diaoyu paused for a moment, then changed into a pleading tone: "I know Brother Latiao's ability, I think you must have a way to hold back Datang and Daqin for at least a month."

"One month? Heh~ why should I help you?"

Latiao is still not in a hurry, and trying to gain fame can only increase his voice: "Help me, isn't it helping yourself? Before you planned to divide the Dreamers, and many alliances fought against the Dream City, it must feel uncomfortable to fall short. If you do this again If you let Dream City take profits, your life will not be easy."

After finishing speaking, Latiao fell silent.

After nearly half a minute, I heard the other party say: "This time I will help you, next time I will take action, and you will participate unconditionally."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"It's a word."

.........

To the north of the Wei River, the Tang army camp.

As the troops from the east and west gathered together, the number of Tang soldiers gathered on the bank of the river at this moment was said to be nearly [-] to [-].The camp stretched out densely and densely, but the commander's tent was wrapped in the middle and tightly covered.

The head coach of the Tang army is the second prince of the current dynasty. At this moment, he is sitting in the middle army, and the left and right columns are full of talents.

There are not only many generals in the dynasty, but also the great lords of the dynasty like Qianlong Zaiyuan.

However, among the many seats, there is a figure that is very eye-catching.

It was a bald young man dressed as a monk, wearing a purple-gold cassock. No matter what other people were talking about, he always closed his eyes, like an old monk sitting still.

If Mo Xiaobai was there, he would definitely recognize him.

This bald head is Cheng Le, monk Huiwu of Huasheng Temple.

After the details of the military deployment in the next ten days were completed, many generals and lords got up to leave one after another, only Cheng Le was still sitting on the seat.

At this time, the second prince turned his gaze to Cheng Le and asked, "Master, in your opinion, is it the best policy for me to delay crossing the river?"

Cheng Le slowly opened his eyes, but his stern movements were very similar to those of an eminent monk: "The poor monk has no knowledge of the army, and this trip is only entrusted to His Royal Highness Zhou Quan, and he will not ask about other matters."

The second prince smiled and said: "Master is too modest, who in the Tang Dynasty does not know that you are not only excellent in Buddhism and sticks, but also in the expansion of temples and formation exercises."

"The prince praises me, but I really dare not take it."

Although Cheng Le has been complaining about this prince endlessly in his heart, he still has to do a full set of superficial skills.It was hard for him to promote Huasheng Temple, so he definitely couldn't blow up his own brand.

Just when the second prince was about to speak, a pawn suddenly walked outside the tent: "Your Highness, General Xiong, who supervised the transport of food and supplies, has returned."

"Oh? Uncle Xiong is here, and he moved really fast." The second prince's face was full of joy, and he didn't care about arguing with Cheng Le. He waved his hand and said, "Where is Uncle Xiong, come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a hulking man lift the curtain.

"The last general is magnificent, see Your Highness."

"Exemption."

The second prince nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "Uncle Xiong, has the journey been smooth?"

"Naturally, it went smoothly."

Xiong Kuo nodded immediately, and at the same time glanced to Cheng Le inadvertently.

In an instant, the two looked at each other.

It was also at this moment that Cheng Le, who had been maintaining a meditating posture, suddenly moved.

He slammed the desk with both hands, and slapped the entire table towards Xiong Kuo.

"boom"

With a loud noise, Xiong Kuo smashed the desk with his fist, causing countless fragments to fly around.

Cheng Le suddenly raised an issue, not to mention the doubts in Xiong Kuo's eyes, even the second prince didn't understand: "Master, what do you mean?"

"Your Highness, this person is not Xiong Kuo." Cheng Le had already stood up and jumped in front of the second prince, his whole body surging with energy: "After I take care of him, Your Highness will naturally understand."

Not Xiong Kuo?

Who would that be?

The second prince didn't want to understand, but the two had already fought against each other again.

One with a fist and one with a palm.

They are all fierce and powerful, and the strong wind howls.

The momentum of the duel between the two became more and more intense, and the battle tactics used became more and more powerful.Soon Xiong Kuo took the lead in leaping upwards, blasting open the roof of the tent and jumping out.

Cheng Le followed closely behind, almost jumping into the sky with both feet.

While his figure was still rising, the energy in his palms had exploded, forming a huge dragon head with the dancing of his arms.

"Dragon Subduing Palm!"

When Cheng Le pushed down with his right palm suddenly, the whole dragon body also appeared.

The golden dragon roared and dived, and in an instant it collided with dozens of fists that Xiong Kuo hastily swung sideways.

"Roar~~"

The dragon roared for hundreds of miles, and the golden light bloomed during the collision, which can be seen clearly on both sides of the Huai River.

Qianlong Zaiyuan and others who hadn't gone too far turned around one after another, looking at the sky above the commander's tent with different expressions in their eyes.

In the sky, Cheng Le's figure slowly fell:

"Amitabha, donator of spicy noodles, I am here, and I cannot allow you to go wild."

　I have something to do today, so I can only update it and make it up tomorrow.

　　In the evening, when I learned that Mr. Jin Yong was driving west of Hebei, I couldn't help but lament the end of an era.

　　Subduing the Dragon, Shaolin.

　　This is the most representative product of Jin-style martial arts in day-to-day memory.

　　Take today's short passage to remember one or two.

　　The song of the blue sea tide is over, and the water in the rivers and lakes is falling into a dream.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)