Do more work and less mess with people's mentality!
In the projection of the shadow array, Wen Congren's voice was no different, but Ren Xuan and Qin Yingtian noticed something was wrong almost at the same time.
Qin Yingtian stared at Lu Shian in the tent for a while, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he swallowed his saliva, and he hesitated and said, "Master?"
Wen Congren lowered his eyebrows, sensing this body that did not belong to him. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he knew that this was the work of Lu Shian.
Wen Congren didn't respond to Qin Yingtian. Instead, he spoke to his own projection in a cold voice, "Lu Shian, what are you doing?"
In the alien army tent, the Wolf-Bating leader's movements paused imperceptibly for a moment.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the person in front of him: "Master, do you have anything else to say?"
Lu Shian glanced at the alien before him. This fake disciple, whom Wen Congren didn't even acknowledge, was even more of a stranger to him. If Wen Congren hadn't been constantly adding fuel to the fire, he wouldn't have used the Soul Transfer Technique so hastily.
He tried to move his shoulders, but the rope was too tight, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
Lu Shian was still a little unsure. He simply gave up any attempt that might reveal his identity and said calmly, "Untie me first."
The wolf soldiers in the tent did not respond, but just looked at their leader.
The wolf leader was silent for a moment, and finally made a decision. He raised his hand and waved, his voice indifferent: "Get out."
Several wolf soldiers clasped their fists and retreated, and silence returned to the tent.
The leader of the Wolf-Bite Tribe walked forward, slowly bent down, and placed his fingers on the knot of the rope.
He said slowly, "Master, what do you want to say?"
——Beg me, beg me and you will survive.
Lu Shian breathed a sigh of relief. On the surface, the situation seemed to have stabilized temporarily. However, this was just a delay and was far from being a real escape.
The next moment, light blue characters suddenly appeared in the center of the formation of the Nanfu military account. The handwriting was messy, and it was obviously a message sent in a hurry.
——'Master Wen, come on, teach me how to coax him.'
Wen Congren: “…”
Wen Congren sighed, he was silent, he frowned, he compromised.
He spoke.
In the Wolf Tribe's military tent, Lu Shian read it word for word.
"Da Gan said goodbye with wine. Tonight, please drink with me one last time."
The Wolf-Eating Tribe leader's eyes flickered slightly.
He stared at Wen Congren, and after a moment's silence, he said in a flat tone, "Okay."
In the Nanfu military tent, blue runes appeared on the formation plate again, and this time the handwriting was even more sloppy.
——'Soul transfer consumes too much energy, the shadow formation can no longer be maintained, so I will use the green talisman to communicate.'
Before he finished speaking, the projection screen shook violently and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the blue words still floating in front of everyone's eyes.
Wen Congren's eyes darkened slightly.
Before he could speak, the blue words in the air trembled again, as if urging him.
——'Don't think about letting him kill you. If he kills you now, we'll both be finished.'
Ren Xuan couldn't hold it in any longer: "What do you mean by finish together? What's going on with you guys?!"
Wen Congren frowned, speaking calmly and briefly, "He and I have a destiny. Without this as a matchmaker, there's no way he could transfer his soul to me."
Ren Xuan's eyebrows jumped violently, and ten question marks popped up in his mind. He felt like his whole body was about to break. I give in. Any plot that has nothing to do with the emperor is skipped directly. My life or death is not important at all, right?
In a moment, the blue signal symbol dissipated and condensed, forming new words in the air:
After the communication token was placed, three distinct words appeared: "Liefeng Pavilion".
Qin Yingtian reacted quickly: "Fifteen miles south of here, there is an abandoned teahouse."
A hint of admiration flashed in Wen Congren's eyes.
Ren Xuan was at a loss for words. It was just a matter of memorizing a map, so was your double standard towards your apprentice so severe?
Ren Xuan stood up quickly and said, "Let's go to Liefeng Pavilion and save people."
Wen Congren's expression remained unchanged: "General Ren, wait a moment, we have reinforcements."
Qin Yingtian added: “Xiao Jingyuan said to wait for reinforcements from Yunzhong.”
Ren Xuan slammed his palm on the table: "Military information is fleeting, how can we just sit and wait!"
Wait a minute! That's my girlfriend!
...People can't even empathize with themselves an hour ago.
Ren Xuan left a word "wait" and left the military tent, heading straight for the commander's office.
...
The headquarters of the Southern Army.
This was the second time in one day that Ren Xuan felt that there was something wrong with the way Deputy Commander Han of the Southern Mansion looked at him.
However, Han Chenglie is a famous "cold-armored general" in southern Xinjiang. There is a knife scar at the corner of his eye that has not healed yet, and he looks at everyone as if he is looking at a dead person.
Ren Xuan didn't have time to think about it, he said to Xiao Jingyuan straight to the point: "Does the Tiger Department have any secret agents of Lord Xiao?"
It is common for two countries to stab each other in the back when they are at war.
Jamel Xiao nodded and only asked, “What does the general want this for?”
Ren Xuan didn't hide his words: "The Wolf Tribe leader is undecided. He's drinking with Wen Congren at the Wind Hunting Pavilion tonight. If we provoke a conflict between the tigers and wolves, we'll have a chance to take advantage of the situation."
Xiao Jingyuan understood and said, "I'll handle it. When sending out surprise troops, quality is more important than quantity. I'll give you ten Black Knights. Is that enough?"
The Southern Palace's Black Cavalry is the most elite scout unit of the Southern Palace. They have secretive whereabouts and are highly skilled in assassination and infiltration.
Ren Xuan nodded in agreement. It was comfortable to deal with such a smart person.
Jamel Xiao also nodded, without saying much: “Chenglie, you arrange it.”
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When Ren Xuan came back, there were ten more black knights behind him.
Qin Yingtian's eyes were straight: "No, did you really get someone from Xiao Jingyuan?"
I give up... If this really works, what were you doing before?
Isn’t my master’s life a life?
Wen Congren: "How can the general convince Xiao Jingyuan?"
Ren Xuan simply said four words: "Drive the tiger to devour the wolf."
Wen Congren remained silent, a gesture of tacit agreement. "Let's go. The Wolf Devouring Tribe's camp is in the South Canyon. If we get there before daybreak, we can avoid patrols."
Qin Yingtian was still immersed in the confusion of "the wise men chatted without me", and wanted to say something else, but saw Ren Xuan had already jumped on the horse: "Let's go."
The mountain road was rugged and the group hurried along the hidden canyon path.
Ren Xuan suddenly spoke, his voice low, but he couldn't hide the dissatisfaction in his tone: "That alien leader didn't want to kill you at all, so why did you provoke him for no reason?"
Wen Congren disagreed. He said calmly, "If he doesn't kill me, he won't be able to take over. I've taught him for six years. How can I let all that go to waste?"
Ren Xuan's eyebrows jumped and he clicked his tongue, "Well, well, what a political tool."
Ren Xuan frowned, thinking: "What's so special about this person? Why is it worth your trouble?"
Wen Congren: "For centuries, barbarians have sacrificed human blood and believed in killing. He is different. He knows that war is merely a political tactic. If he were in power, there would be fewer unnecessary wars."
How could a powerful official of the imperial court de-religiousize compulsory education among the barbarians?
Ren Xuan tutted, "It's been six years. That tribe has grown from small to become the backbone of the barbarian tribe. You have a sharp eye."
He paused and asked tentatively, "You chose him six years ago?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Congren's expression became slightly restrained, and his tone became slightly colder: "At that time, there was no choice. Yingtian and I just happened to encounter a small tribe that was about to be swallowed up."
Good fellow, picking a poor little thing and sending him to the throne? If you don't become the emperor's teacher, it really is a waste of your talent.
The night was dark, and the wind blew through the canyon, causing the firelight from the distant camp to flicker.
Wen Congren looked at the Wolf Tribe headquarters looming ahead and said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, my identity has been exposed. The grassland will not accept a new king supported by an outsider."
Ren Xuan glanced at him sideways: "So, letting him kill you is your method?"
Wen Congren said calmly, "I had arranged for external assistance at the ceremony, but it was Lu Shian who lost his patience."
Ren Xuan slowly typed a question mark.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ren Xuan lowered his voice to the extreme: "You can be patient, you will come out of the camp with me in the middle of the night?"
Ren Xuan sneered: "At the ceremony site, in the alien base camp, and in full view of the Wolf Tribe - how sure are you of your so-called plan?"
Ren Xuan knew with just his nose that Wen Congren, the so-called foreign aid, was definitely not going to succeed.
Wen Congren coughed dryly and said nothing.
It's okay to gamble with your own life, but to gamble with Lu Shian's life is a bit against Wen Congren's principles.
Wen Congren changed the subject: "Anyway, let's rescue Shi'an first."
Ren Xuan clicked his tongue: "Save people first, that's for sure."
He refused to give in, continuing to narrow his eyes at Wen Congren: "But you have to change this plan too. Forcing the apprentice to kill the master, aren't you afraid of causing psychological trauma to others?"
Wen Congren did not respond immediately after hearing this, but just looked at Ren Xuan calmly.
Wen Congren slowly said, "If he doesn't even have this much determination, how can he become king?"
His voice was low: "The throne of the emperor is forged in blood."
Ren Xuan couldn't help but sneer: "This is not the same thing."
When this kind of thing was mentioned, Ren Xuan felt uncomfortable.
Ren Xuan was particularly sensitive to the fact that a good emperor suddenly went bad.
Those memories engraved in the bones still linger even after two lifetimes.
Ren Xuan's eyes sharpened, and he said simply, "Think about Qin Shu."
Wen Congren paused when he heard this, and rarely did he refute a single word.
The faint moonlight reflected on his face, revealing a somewhat complicated expression.
Obviously, Wen Congren was still frightened by Qin Shu's mental collapse in his previous life.
How can there be any prosperity in a dynasty forged in blood and fire?
Wen Congren's eyes seemed to waver: "Thank you for the reminder, I will consider it."
Suddenly, there was a strange fluctuation in the air.
A faint blue light appeared above the three people's heads and turned into a communication talisman.
"This wolf head can't drink?!"
Wen Congren tapped his fingers lightly in the air, and a reply message quickly took shape and returned.
Ren Xuan raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"
Wen Congren withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Drinking will cause trouble, so I didn't let him learn."
Ren Xuan: "..."
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At Liefeng Pavilion, the night wind is biting.
The once elegant eaves were now in ruins, with only a few beams supporting the crumbling roof.
Lu Shi'an was rarely at a loss. As soon as he saw Wen Congren's reply, he felt a little ashamed - the other person couldn't drink, but he was forcing him to drink. Wasn't that not good?
The alien leader was staring at him intently, his eyes blurred with drunkenness.
"Master, I salute you."
Lu Shian watched the other person drink it all in one gulp without any expression, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.
The upstart alien in front of him drank one cup after another, which made Lu Shian feel a little guilty.
"Master, you never drink alcohol, why are you willing to make an exception today?"
Lu Shian picked up the wine bowl, his eyes calm: "We have come this far, we might as well enjoy it."
The alien leader laughed heartily: "I will accompany you to have fun today!"
The smell of alcohol grew stronger, and the sharpness in the other person's eyes was gradually blurred by the alcohol.
The alien leader swirled his wine glass, his tone drunken: "Master, you are willing to expose your identity for Qin Yingtian. Why do you like him so much?"
The wine jug in Lu Shian's hand nearly fell over. Good question, how would I know?
Lu Shian pondered for a moment, then decided to throw the question back to Wen Congren. The young man curled his fingers slightly, and a light blue communication symbol quickly took shape.
Finally, he didn't forget to add two words at the end of the signal—"Coax him!"
In the distant mountains and forests, Wen Congren looked at the blue signal symbol floating in the air with a complicated look.
Wen Cong frowned slightly and fell silent.
Finally, he seemed to have reached some kind of compromise. He sighed slightly, raised his hand, and a communication symbol slowly took shape.
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