Some people are born to teach

At the same time, in an inn thousands of miles away, the paper in Ren Xuan's hand glowed slightly, and vigorous and powerful handwriting slowly emerged.

"Order Yue Anshan to lead his troops to garrison Tianying Pass. Have Xiao Jingyuan prepare his army for battle, and you will go directly with him to the Southern Prefecture. Within ten days, Yunzhong will dispatch 80,000 troops to support Southern Xinjiang."

Not far away, Xiao Jingyuan stood quietly in the corridor in a black robe.

Ren Xuan approached and handed him the letter in his hand: "Master Xiao, His Highness has ordered that the Southern Palace prepare for battle first, and support from Yunzhong will arrive soon."

Xiao Jingyuan put away the paper and said, "I will obey your orders, General Ren, let's set off as soon as possible."

Ren Xuan nodded: "Of course."

Xiao Jingyuan: "Then Xiao will go and call the princess."

Ren Xuan: "Together."

The two found Fang Ci in the kitchen.

Xiao Jingyuan said concisely: "Princess, it's time to set off."

There was a rustling sound from the stove, and then the kitchen curtain was lifted. Fang Ci poked his head out, holding a bowl of indigo-colored medicinal juice in his hand: "Wait a moment."

Xiao Jingyuan frowned, and Ren Xuan was about to speak when Fang Ci had already pushed open the door of the side room.

Inside the room, Xiao Wujiu leaned on the couch, his face pale, his expression tired, and he looked completely listless.

When he saw Fang Ci coming in, he was able to hold on and become a little alert.

Fang Ci held the medicine bowl, a smile on his face: "Come, drink the medicine."

Xiao Wujiu was indifferent and unmoved, as if he didn't want to pay any attention.

Fang Ci sighed and moved his fingertips slightly. Instantly, the person on the bed seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. Their originally powerless bodies moved only in accordance with Fang Ci's will.

Fang Ci scooped up a spoonful of the medicine and fed it to him, smiling warmly: "See, it's better to be obedient."

Xiao Wujiu's Adam's apple moved slightly and he swallowed the medicine.

He took a deep breath, recognized the reality, and said indifferently: "Give me the antidote, I will do it myself."

"How can this be? You're already deeply poisoned." Fang Ci's tone was gentle, but he didn't want to be refused. "Thousand Day Drunk can slow the spread of the poison. I will take good care of you. You just need to be responsible and speak obediently."

Outside the door, Ren Xuan and Xiao Jingyuan heard it clearly. Ren Xuan couldn't help but secretly gasp: This ancestor is just taking advantage of others...

Inside the room, the medicine bowl was empty. Fang Ci nodded with satisfaction, set the empty bowl aside, and then lightly touched Xiao Wujiu's eyebrows with his fingertips. The latter trembled slightly and fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

Fang Ci gently withdrew her fingertips and watched Xiao Wujiu fall into a deep sleep with satisfaction. She straightened her sleeves, turned around and walked out. Seeing the two people standing at the door, she smiled calmly: "Okay, is the carriage ready?"

Ren Xuan looked her up and down and sighed, "Princess, if what happened just now gets out, I'm afraid Yinshu City will fight you to the death."

Fang Ci waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The corners of Ren Xuan's mouth twitched.

He glanced inside the room, then looked at Xiao Jingyuan, whose expression remained unchanged beside him, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Sir Xiao, if the princess continues like this, I won't be surprised if someone from Yinshu City comes to kill your Nanfu one day."

Xiao Jingyuan seemed to be accustomed to it and was not surprised: "Military affairs are important, let's set off immediately."

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It was several days later that the group finally arrived in southern Xinjiang.

At the foot of the mighty pass, the air was filled with dust and the sky was filled with blazing fires. On the distant defense line, the barbarian army tents could be seen scattered like stars.

Inside the government office, several generals were arguing with sullen faces. When they saw Xiao Jingyuan, they were relieved. “Sir Xiao! The barbarians are coming with such force that the Southern Palace alone cannot resist. We must send reinforcements quickly!”

Xiao Jingyuan looked around: "Where is the little prince?"

The whole room was silent, and everyone looked at each other in confusion.

A civil servant stammered, "The young prince... is in Qianjinfang..."

Ren Xuan: "..."

If you say this little prince is a fool, even he would cry out, “Help! I’m not guilty of this!”

Fang Ci's face darkened, and he quickly pulled out a whip from his sleeve: "You guys continue, I'll be back soon."

Princess Fang was furious as she headed towards the gambling house.

Xiao Jingyuan had a blank expression on his face, but the teacup in his hand, which was almost crushed, betrayed his mood.

Xiao Jingyuan turned to his deputy beside him: "Chenglie, what are the movements of the alien race?"

The Southern Army's deputy commander bowed his head and reported, "The Wolf Devouring Tribe has spread the word that the Da Gan spy will be publicly executed in three days as a tribute to the military flag."

Ren Xuan frowned slightly when he heard this. He looked at Han Chenglie and said, "Wolf Division? The battle report says that it's the Tiger Division that's at the gates of the city."

The other party did not answer. Han Chenglie stared at him with a fierce look between his eyebrows.

It wasn't until Xiao Jingyuan realized something was wrong and called Han Chenglie that Han Chenglie nodded and said in a low voice: "The Khanship of the grassland rotates every seven years, and now it is a fight between wolves and tigers."

Ren Xuan understood instantly that the battle between tigers and wolves was taking place in southern Xinjiang, but the battle was for the dominance on the grassland.

It seems that the wolf and the tiger on the grassland came to southern Xinjiang to gain military merit.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yingtian walked in quickly: "Xiao Jingyuan! When will the troops be dispatched? I will kill those ungrateful wolves sooner or later!!"

Xiao Jingyuan said calmly: "General Qin, please be patient, we will take a long-term approach."

Qin Yingtian couldn't calm down at all, and was completely anxious: "In three days, that ungrateful wolf king will want to operate on that master! What are you waiting for!"

Ren Xuan stepped forward and pressed Qin Yingtian's shoulder: "General Qin, Lord Wen is in their hands now. Sending troops without knowing the truth will only make things worse."

Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "General Qin, may I ask if Lu Shi'an is here too?"

Qin Yingtian glared at him, but finally suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice, "He's looking at the Master."

Ren Xuan was stunned and looked at him puzzledly: "...watching?"

Qin Yingtian's face was gloomy, but he didn't explain much. He turned around and said, "Follow me."

Ren Xuan followed Qin Yingtian and quickly walked through the military camp, finally arriving at a remote tent.

Inside the tent, the light was dim.

Blue runes flowed, and complex patterns extended outward from the center, spreading to the floor of the entire room.

A blurry image was projected above the array disk - inside a dim tent, a bound figure could be vaguely seen. Wen Congren was tied to a wooden stake, but he was still conscious.

Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes. He recognized this formation, the Lu family's "Tongying Formation".

This formation can steal the controlled party's vision and is not easily detected in a short period of time, but it is not easy to maintain such a stable vision.

Ren Xuan looked intently at the formation, and Lu Shian's face was difficult to distinguish in the interweaving of light and shadow.

I don’t know if it’s because of the formation, but the pupil of the young man’s left eye is a dark white, and it is extremely clear in the dim light.

Ren Xuan wanted to speak, but now was obviously not the time to reminisce.

Suddenly, Lu Shian in the formation spoke, his voice cold, yet with a hint of helplessness: "He's back again, Congren, don't provoke him again."

Ren Xuan stared at the image in the formation, only to see the projected picture shake slightly. A foreigner stepped into the tent. He was tall and had a dark complexion. Although he didn't say anything, he had an imposing aura.

Qin Yingtian stared at the alien leader in the projection, anger almost bursting from his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for me and the Master protecting him back then, their Wolf Devouring Tribe would have been swallowed up long ago! What an ungrateful bastard!"

Ren Xuan looked at Wen Congren in the projection calmly.

After several years, the boy's features are still clear and gentle, but the tenderness of his youth has faded, and he has become more steady and profound.

Wen Congren's calm demeanor has never changed, and has even become calmer with the passage of time.

If they hadn't met at this moment, Ren Xuan would almost not recognize him.

But… apart from being tied up tightly, there weren't any obvious wounds. Ren Xuan frowned slightly, not understanding why Qin Yingtian was so anxious.

Inside the tent, the alien leader stood still and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he raised his hand and waved. Several tribal guards in the tent lowered their heads and retreated. The tent suddenly became quiet.

Then, the alien leader stood with his hands behind his back: "Three more days."

The leader of the Wolf Devouring Tribe said in a low voice: "Master, do you regret it?"

Ren Xuan's eyebrows twitched, and he involuntarily turned his head to look at Qin Yingtian. The latter's face was ashen, and veins on his forehead bulged. It was obvious that he had expected this scene.

Inside the tent, Wen Congren's expression remained unchanged, his tone cold: "I am not your teacher."

As soon as these words came out, the alien leader clenched his fists imperceptibly, his voice still restrained: "Master, dare you say you haven't taught me military tactics, strategy books, and battle formations?"

The leader slowly raised his eyes, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion, as if calmly stating a fact. "In terms of tactics, in terms of deploying troops, when has your worthless apprentice ever surpassed me? Why would you betray me for a piece of trash?"

Ren Xuan took a deep breath and stared at Wen Congren's always calm face. A ridiculous thought came to his mind - how many good disciples have you accepted?

Wen Congren's expression remained unchanged: "I've already said that I'm a high-ranking official. There has never been any talk of betrayal between you and me."

The leader of the Wolf Devouring Tribe stared at him quietly: "As a high-ranking official, why did you save me back then?"

Wen Congren remained unmoved: "Support a puppet who can compete with the Tiger Roar Tribe. It doesn't matter who it is."

As the words fell, the Wolf Devouring Tribe leader froze for a moment. However, he quickly recovered, his expression remaining as calm as water.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

In the formation, Lu Shian suddenly spoke again, his tone becoming more helpless: "Congren, why don't you just stop talking... Stop provoking him..."

Ren Xuan could hear the fatigue and helplessness in Lu Shian's tone. This was obviously not the first time such a confrontation had occurred.

Obviously, Wen Congren on the opposite side did not listen to Lu Shian's advice at all.

Wen Congren raised his eyes coldly: "I don't remember teaching you to be so indecisive."

The leader of the Wolf-Bite Tribe's back stiffened slightly, and a complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Master, have you admitted to teaching me again?"

The Wolf Tribe leader slowly raised his head and said, "I need the hearts of the people. If I kill Da Gan's spies, I can get them. Is that right?"

The alien leader calmly surveyed the bound prisoner. "How does this benefit you? What are you planning?"

Wen Congren remained silent, and the tent fell into a suffocating silence.

After a long moment, the alien leader in the tent finally broke the silence: "If Master is truly so eager, I will grant your wish."

The Wolf-Eating Tribe leader seemed to have finally made up his mind: "Send the man to the priest."

The wolf soldiers waiting outside the tent came in upon hearing the order. The three of them moved quickly, stepped forward to untie Wen Congren from the wooden stake, and tied the rope again.

Wen Congren did not struggle, as if he did not care about the fate he was about to face.

Lu Shian's eyes suddenly sank, and the next moment, the image in the shadow array suddenly shook, and his vision became dark.

Wen Congren's eyes were blindfolded.

Lu Shian lowered his eyebrows, and the array plate he controlled began to change. Inside the Nanfu military tent, golden array patterns shone brightly, and the entire array was filled with dazzling light patterns like ripples.

The next moment, Wen Congren, who was far away in the prison tent, suddenly changed his words, his voice revealing a strange lowness -

"Hold on."