"Light three incenses, prepare candles, sacrifice animals--"

The snow in the camp was swept away, and a simple wooden platform two meters high was built. According to Qu Yuanfeng's advice, Liu Jianwu set up an altar facing the Dadou Valley in the distance, lit an incense and candle, and presented a sheep with blood.

"General Qu can do magic?"

Looking at the incense candle curling around the smoke, Yang Guang turned around and looked at Qu Yuanfeng, who was untied from his hair and spread out his hair. The latter held the scroll of painting in both hands and pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment.

“Yes…she used to.”

The note sandwiched between the fingertips contained the contents of the master's advice, and only a simple sentence - laying a scroll, pouring wine on it, and shooting rockets!

This technique is not done by the teacher, remember!

Qu Yuanfeng knew that this was a painting that the master knew that he had lost his cultivation and prepared for him specifically. It was just the last sentence, and he probably understood what it meant.

After standing for a while, he slowly walked up to the wooden platform with the scroll in his hand, turned to the east, bowed towards Chang'an, and then slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand on the altar.

Above, the blue and black ink outlines thick clouds, with layers of surging and undulating. The forests at the foot of the mountain below seemed to be bent over by the strong wind, with branches and leaves falling off and floating in the wind.

"Come on the wine!" Qu Yuanfeng, who was kneeling in front of the painting, whispered. Liu Jianwu, who was standing on the side, nodded, waved to the bottom, and shouted: "Come on, bring the wine one jar after another to me!"

When the soldiers were carrying the wine on a load, Qu Yuanfeng looked at the scroll and gently rubbed the corners, and suddenly said: "General, please take people to Dadoubagu and prepare for rockets. When they see it raining there, shoot arrows in!"

It rains, rockets?

The generals who had been in the military for half their lives felt a little ridiculous and looked down with hesitation. When they saw the emperor nodding with his hands behind his back, they sighed, and had to do so. After getting off the wooden platform, they took people to prepare tincture oil, arrows and other equipment. Soon, they took more than 3,000 archers quietly out of the camp and touched the canyon over there.

"General Qu, when will you start doing the work?"

Liu Jianwu had been walking for a while, Yang Guang stood there and walked around with his hands behind his back. The breath of his stomach floated up again, frowned and looked at the motionless back above.

"Your Majesty, wait a little longer."

Qu Yuanfeng looked up at the blue sky, and the white clouds wandered around. He had no magic power now, so he naturally could not activate the scroll. But since the master asked Yuelong Sword to send the scroll to the scroll, there must be other triggering methods, and the only possibility is the time.

From Chen to Yu Si, the sky still did not change at all, and the scroll spread on the ground was still motionless. The Qingmo paintings did not move at all, but were just stroking slightly in the wind.

Yang Guang, who was waiting below, was a little impatient after standing behind him for a long time, and his stomach was rumbled.

“Master….”

Qu Yuanfeng was numb with his knees, and his body was stiff and trembling slightly, but he still had no intention of getting up. The next moment he murmured, the sun hanging high in the sky tilted slightly, just after noon!

A strong wind suddenly hangs on the ground, and the dust particles and snow particles on the ground flew up and stuck to people's clothes and faces. The originally bright sun suddenly became dark in people's vision.

Yang Guang grinned, smiled excitedly on his face, shook his wide sleeves and watched the clouds gather in the sky, "The national teacher appeared, the national teacher's painting appeared! Haha--"

The wind was blowing, and the flags in the camps were flying. Qu Yuanfeng looked around excitedly, and his hands shook slightly and stretched out the wine jar, smashed the mud seal on it with a punch, and then pushed it down!

Large streams of clear wine flowed out along the broken mouth and fell on the painting. The paper that was not soaked in it disappeared in an instant.

boom--

A thunder suddenly sounded in the gloomy sky, and a blue and white lightning flashed through the rolling clouds between the dull sky and the earth.

Standing at the height of Dadou Valley, Murong Fuyun looked at the sudden change of sky in panic, and reached out to pull away the old monk's empty cuffs, "Master, what's going on?"

"The Emperor of Sui State invited an expert."

Fo Lianzun fiddled with the Buddhist beads and his face showed a solemn expression. The Sui Kingdom had many masters, but he knew only one Sui national master Lu Liangsheng. That time, he experienced the other party's cultivation level with his own eyes. He had no chance of winning at all.

But it seems that I didn't come here in person... Maybe I could delay it.

Perhaps thinking about this, the old monk shouted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha--"

The Buddha's name is solemn. While it is rolling, a drop of cold falls on the vertical Dharma seal. He raises his eyes and the surging clouds lead to countless rain lines.

Wow!

The sound of rain falling in the world is full of the sound of rain.

“It’s raining?”

Murong Fuyun touched the chill on his face, and in panic, his beard relaxed, he grinned, and turned his head to look at the old monk: "National Master, are the Sui people trying to fill the canyon with water?"

"Um..." Fo Lianzun did not answer, and looked at the flashing lightning in confusion, falling into the rain curtain under the eyes. It was like a vague view of the fire in the afterglow. Subconsciously, he looked towards the entrance of the valley. What came into his eyes was dense fire points lit up in the distance.

Murong Fuyun walked forward and laughed louder.

"Rockets? It's like heavy rain, but they still use rockets?! The Sui people knew that our arrows were short and sent to me? Haha!"

However, the khan suddenly wrinkled his nose, and the rain accumulated from his spread palm was placed under his nose and smelled it, and his smile gradually froze on his face.

The originally ordinary rain water emitted a smell of wine, which was even stronger than the strong wine you drink on weekdays.

"liquor....."

Murong Fuyun murmured in confusion. When Murong Fuyun looked back at his national rank, there were Tuyuhun soldiers holding a torch from the deep valley palace. The rainfall hit the torch, and the banging rain made it into a ball of flame.

“Ahhh—”

A series of screams were screaming, and he ran chaoticly to the edge of the cliff, and fell to the bottom of the valley. A dull bang came from a distance.

not good!

He immediately understood what the master invited by the Sui people was doing. Fo Lianzun pulled Murong Fuyun for a few breaths and flew down the valley, ignoring the waiting guards below, and flew wildly on the rocks at the same time.

Outside the valley, Liu Jianwu rode forward, looking at the rainy curtain across the sky with a pleasing look, slowly drew out his sword, and raised his arms above his head.

Then, cut off a cold sword light!

"put!"

The next moment, the string sounded one after another, and dense fire points rose to the sky, dragging the burning black smoke across the sky, covering the canyon. The burning arrows bounced open on the rocks and fell to the ground, and more were nailed to the bottom of the valley with flames. The moment the flames touched the wet mud, light blue flames burst out and spread rapidly along the flowing wine.

At one moment, the bright flames burst into air for several feet, and the snow melted and precipitated wine formed a flow, burning the entire valley bottom. The towering flames licked the cliff, and the bluestone burned up. On the wet mountain wall, Fo Lianzun pulled Murong Fuyun into the hall gate. The cliff behind him had been covered with fire, forming a sea of ​​fire, and soldiers who had no time to escape were swept inside.

"Close the door of the hall!" Murong Fuyun was gone with his previous energy. It was the first time he had seen such a huge sea of ​​fire. He shouted loudly that the soldiers who stayed in the hall went to the door of the hall. Some soldiers also brought a basin of water to the door and rushed into the fire.

boom!

The clear water that was rushing out fell into the sea of ​​fire, and the fire broke out in an instant and counterattacked the soldier. The whole person suddenly turned into a ball of fire and screamed hysterically. He was kicked out by someone else, and the door of the palace roared and closed.

Outside, a large number of Tuyuhun soldiers were running in the sea of ​​fire. The extremely flammable fur coat covered the flames, making terrifying burning sounds and heart-wrenching screams. They fell to the ground and rolled wildly, then gradually disappeared, and their bodies were curled up by the flames until they were charred.

The huge fire illuminated the gloomy sky, and the entire valley turned into a burning mountain. The teams retreated several miles away could feel the scorching stinging from the air. They heard one or two terrifying screams occasionally inside, which made everyone feel scared.

Yang Guang ran up to the military camp more than ten miles away, and looked at the fires rising from the sky, his hands were tightly placed on the fence, and his open mouth was difficult to close for a long time.

......This is the spell of the national teacher.

After a few hours, the gloomy sky clouds gradually dissipated, the endless rain of wine stopped, and the flames all over the mountains and fields also went out. Soon, Yang Guang and his troops stepped into the charred valley. The hot ground made people unable to get close to it. It was not until the dark night that the cold air came, and he dared to enter.

The Sui soldiers climbed up the building built by the mountain and saw countless charred skeletons, poking them with weapons, shattered into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Everyone knocked open the thick rock hall door and entered carefully. Then they ran out with their mouths and noses. The lights were still burning in the hall. The illuminated places were piled up with corpses, like a pile of steamed meat, emitting a disgusting smell.

Murong Fuyun, who was sitting in the first position, drooped his flesh and blood, holding the exposed white bones. There was a one-armed monk next to him as intact as before, but he had no sound.

"Win..."
Chapter completed!