The Marshal’s appearance is extraordinary

Author: Tu Longshi

The Marshal’s appearance is extraordinary

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers of the imperial army on the big mound cheered, and immediately the generals began to shout orders and change formations.

It is not an easy task to suddenly switch from a strict defense to a desperate and violent attack. It can even be said to be a bit of a joke. However, no one from top to bottom seems to think it is inappropriate.

At the top of the mound, where the guards were most tightly guarded, more than a thousand sword and shield wielders who looked extremely elite suddenly dispersed, leaving a passage down the mountain heading north.

Immediately afterwards, one hundred and eighty burly men with big muscles and round waists poured into this passage, all wearing cyan heavy armor, carrying extremely powerful weapons such as double maces, double hammers, two-handed axes, and even holding two-handed axes.

He has such exotic weapons as giant scissors, and he is none other than the world-famous Hengjie Jieshi of the Wu Guang Camp in the Forbidden Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The mounts under their crotches look like horses but not horses. They are covered with white hard bone armor and have many sharp bone spurs on their backs. They are the famous sea dragon colts of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army.

This group of cavalry, which was extremely difficult to deal with at first glance, tightly surrounded a "Zhao Ye Qingshuang" snow locust beast and ran down the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

There is a person sitting on the back of the beast of "Zhao Ye Qing Shuang", wearing a purple gold helmet, black gold cord armor, and carrying an eight-treasure red gold spear. At first glance, he is a first-rate leader of the army.

The coach's appearance is quite peculiar. He has a big and long black-haired face, a mouth like a lotus pod, eyes like bells, a big white nose that is extremely prominent, and a pair of long spear-tip-shaped noses.

The ears are rebelliously branched out from the purple gold helmet.

This is exactly what the marshal looks like and is born with the face of a donkey!

Xu Shi's appearance was too eye-catching, and the news that his coach was going to personally lead his guards into the battle immediately spread throughout the big mound, and the morale of the soldiers of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army became even higher and they cheered loudly.

At the same time, the Xue Chi camp's main formation finally succeeded in cutting through the demon army formation and gathered on the west side of the bottom of the hill.

Behind them, the sea of ​​fire and the sunset complemented each other, and the smell of burnt meat and meat wafted together.

General Xiong's body was scorched black, he avoided the sea of ​​fire far away, and was running towards the direction of the faceless demon king in Qiubei.

Lu Qiyun or Qi Jingzhi slowly put down his hands, raised his head and looked silently at the side face of Marshal Donkey Head. The expression on his face was very complicated. In addition to being dumbfounded, there was also deep doubt.

In the past, when he dreamed, once he realized that he was in a dream, he was actually half-dreaming and half-awake. He would soon wake up completely because the dream disappeared, but at this moment, he had no intention of waking up.

But then I thought about it, and it was not surprising. The dream here was born because of Old Wei and the Holy Girl of the White Immortal Sect. He, Qi Jingzhi, was just a spoiler who got involved midway. Naturally, he could not control the birth and death of the dream.

, no matter what kind of absurd and weird things you encounter, it’s not surprising.

What Qi Jingzhi is really confused about is his incarnation of Lu Qiyun.

As the saying goes, what you think about every day is what you dream about at night.

Qi Jingzhi asked himself, he had never thought of becoming a Taoist priest, nor had he ever had the ambition to "become a prince in life and build a temple in death". On the contrary, he hated it deeply and could not even sell himself to join the powerful.

In addition, he doesn't know how to ride a horse, let alone lead an army, and he's not good at shaving his head and shaving his face... Oh, he can peel the skin with just a handful of hands.

It can be said that Lu Qiyun's identity is really suspicious, and all his thoughts and actions are completely contrary to the original intention of the mountain boy. Apart from his Qi Jingzhi's clear mind, it can be said that he is a completely different person.

Maybe...if Qi Jingzhi was a person who was passionate about fame and fortune, he might be like Lu Qiyun?

Or... Lu Qiyun was just an irrelevant dream character, and was temporarily replaced by Qi Jingzhi?

Thinking about it this way, in fact, the temperaments of Old Wei and the donkey-headed prince are quite different. There is no trace of chivalry in the prince, but he is cold-hearted and full of calculations. Maybe he is also Li Daitao?

Is it possible that there is a complete dream hidden in this jade pillow, like a big drama with a predetermined beginning and ending, and you will be pulled into it as long as you lie on it?

If this is true, this dream is really scary!

Not only is it difficult to distinguish between true and false, enough for people to forget their past and immerse themselves in it, it can even blend into the dream of the person who enters without leaving any trace, as evidenced by the fact that the Lord who summoned people appeared here and was burned to death by blood flames.

Qi Jingzhi did not know the name of Summoner. It should have come from the saint of the White Immortal Sect. The name was given by the demon king in the dream. Only he knew the power of the Silver Evil Blood Flame.

Just because Qi Jingzhi firmly believed that the giant snake in front of him would die from the blood flames of the Silver Fiend, the Summoner General was actually burned to death by the blood flames that appeared out of thin air inexplicably.

"No, it didn't appear out of thin air! Before I fell into the dream, the silver candlestick was placed on the stone bed. In order to force away the five-color clouds, the range of the blood light was expanded, and it also shone on the jade pillow. Could it be that it was included in the dream?

, became a strange object in this great drama?"

Qi Jingzhi had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Compared with this weird and unpredictable pillow dream, the fragmented and rigid thoughts in the soul mask were really nothing.

However, would such a magical and terrifying jade pillow be easily given away by Duke Qinghong as a birthday gift? After it was stolen, would Pengze Water Mansion entrust the matter to an old charlatan?

Thinking of Old Wei, Qi Jingzhi focused his gaze again on the donkey-headed marshal who had rushed down the mound and charged towards the enemy formation.

In addition to holding an eight-treasure red gold spear, this marshal with peerless appearance seemed to be surrounded by several flying knives filled with black air. Along the way, he stabbed with spears and bayonets, slaying monsters like mowing grass.

The enemy of one.

"Is that... a black evil corpse that turns into energy when dispersed and becomes a needle when gathered? Is that why you took the initiative to put back the donkey head? Hey, His Highness Old Wei is really good at playing!"

Qi Jingzhi shook his head and calmed down his chaotic thoughts.

He ventured in this time to wake up Old Wei in advance so as to preserve his body and humanity. He was not here to accompany him in the drama of becoming a prince, a marshal, and defeating the demon king. God knows how long this drama will take.

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As for how to wake him up, of course he had to lift the covers!

If this dream in the pillow was really a big show that had been arranged a long time ago, as Qi Jingzhi entered, he disrupted the situation several times, first using the donkey head bag and the soul mask, and then using the silver evil blood flame to burn the summoning general to death.

Lord, the situation on this battlefield has obviously changed drastically, and it may be difficult to maintain the original direction.

Maybe by adding some variables and a little force, we can completely break the dream and get out of trouble!

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly lowered his head, slapped the leather box on his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Qi Huchan!"

"Why does the eldest brother call his younger brother? But he wants to lead me to grind my teeth and suck blood and make achievements?"

Inside the leather box, the little monk immediately responded with a childish voice.

Qi Jingzhi immediately made a serious face: "Tell me, what is the first rule of our Qi family in Linzhou?"

"Ah? My eldest brother has even changed his name. Doesn't this mean that the Qi family rules have been abolished?"

"Fart! I don't change my name for my brother's sake, and I don't change my surname when I sit down. I'll always call him Qi Jingzhi!"

He scolded and opened the lid of the leather box.

The young monk was scratching the back of his head, and muttered with confusion: "Didn't you say that life will bring disaster to the country and the people, and death will bring joy to thousands of people? What else... what kind of flood is coming?"

"Where did you learn all these bastard words? Forget it all, brother! Don't mention it again in the future, let alone follow it!" Qi Jingzhi scolded him again, without any mercy.

Hearing this, the young monk's eyes widened suddenly and he looked at his elder brother stupidly. He was speechless for a moment.

"Also, if you dare to break up the gang at any time, my brother will beat your butt to pieces!"

Qi Huchan immediately curled up his little mouth, almost wanting to cry but without tears.

The eldest brother said a lot of things when he was still called Lu Qiyun, but now he just refuses to admit any of them, but he only clearly remembers his words about breaking up the gang. Who can he ask to explain this?

Qi Jingzhi quietly glanced at the dejected young monk, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

He pointed at the outstanding donkey-headed marshal in the distance and asked: "Qi Huchan, can you fly up and down like those black knives of Old Wei?"

As expected, the young monk had some ability to see through falsehoods and point directly to people's hearts. He did not fail to recognize it because of Old Wei's changed appearance. He stood on tiptoe and took a look before shaking his head and saying, "I can't."

He paused, with a mixture of confusion and shame on his face: "My brother is useless. He couldn't even speak before, but somehow, he can suddenly run, jump and talk, but he hasn't learned to fly yet..."

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Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi nodded thoughtfully.

It took a very short time for Niuerjiandao to become spiritual and then to be considered his younger brother. Qi Huchan was able to manifest it not because he was miraculous, but because he relied on this magical dream in the pillow to do it.

To be beaten back to its original shape.

As for why Qi Huchan is the image of a little monk wearing a tiger skin cassock, it is naturally that the dream in the pillow combines Qi Jingzhi's own dreams and expectations. After all, when Zang Feng was born, he hoped that Qi Huchan would choose a good tiger monk to be his disciple.

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Precisely because Qi Huchan was born from his thoughts, the connection is quite close, and they are even one body, so they were pulled into this pillow dream together.

However, Qi Huchan did not sleep on a jade pillow. He was considered a gangster and had no identity in the dream. He just followed the connection with his eldest brother and still appeared next to Lu Qiyun, so Lu Qiyun didn't recognize him at the beginning.

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Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It seemed that he couldn't play like His Highness Old Wei.

Already aware that he was in a dream, the words and deeds of the mountain boy were not as cautious and restrained as they were outside, but revealed the wanton and willful side of the young man.

He simply fastened the lid of the leather box and said disgustedly: "Since you can't fly, just stay here!"

"Brother, my younger brother is still very powerful! He is good at killing people and drinking blood!"

The young monk cried out on the spot, but his voice sounded muffled through the leather box.

Qi Jingzhi's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he slapped the leather box hard: "These are also bastard words, don't say them again in the future!"

He paused and sneered again: "If that strange snake that is taller than a human comes out, what use can these little arms and legs do?"

Qi Huchan immediately fell silent. To the young monk's ears, there was no doubt that the previous scolding was Qi Jingzhi's tone, but the sneer that followed clearly had a bit of Lu Qiyun's tone in it.

This is really terrible!

How could Qi Jingzhi guess what the little monk was thinking? He looked down and saw that the iron spear Lu Qiyun had taken when he charged into the battle had long been lost among the demons. There was only a sheathed long knife hanging on the right side of the saddle.

He was very familiar with this knife. It was a Jianrenshou knife.

Qi Jingzhi immediately withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and pointed towards the northern battlefield: "Xue Chi Camp, prepare to charge!"
To be continued...