Chapter 248: Qi Shan is injured? [Two-in-One]
Qi Shan keenly noticed Gu Chi's gaze.
He asked in a low voice, "Is there something you need?"
"I'm fine, but you might not be." Gu Chi probed him, with an expression that said, "You don't need to hide it, I already know what secret you're hiding," and his tone was completely certain.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been tricked into revealing their true colors long ago, and even if they didn't confess completely, they would have given themselves away. But who is Qi Shan? Not to mention that Gu Chi's words were just "empty talk," even if Gu Chi presented the evidence to him, he would still be able to argue and would naturally not admit it.
Not only do they not admit it—
Gu Chi stared intently at his expression but saw no flaw.
Qi Shan scoffed, "If you're fine, why would I be?"
Gu Chi: "..."
If nothing's wrong, then nothing's wrong. Why do you still have to kick him while he's down?
Rebuked by Qi Shan's retort, Gu Chi had no choice but to abandon his worries, thinking to himself, "It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a kind heart." He rarely showed any kindness and concern for anyone, and Qi Shan didn't appreciate it at all.
Qi Shan didn't have much energy to pay attention to Gu Chi at the moment.
He just felt very tired.
He was clearly in great pain, but he had to pretend to be nonchalant to avoid arousing suspicion. This required immense endurance and was extremely mentally taxing. He also had to keep a close eye on the battle to prevent Young Master Shen from risking his life.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Gu Chi and Kang Shi, but experience told him that it was more reliable to have things in his own hands than to entrust them to others.
Because of Shen Tang's actions, the morale of the Allied Army, which had been declining, was pulled back. Even the war drums were more excited and powerful than before, with the drumbeats as rapid and intense as a storm, striking the hearts of the people with each beat, with an effect comparable to a stimulant.
Gong Xichou was surrounded.
Surrounded by these giants, each ten feet tall, his body appeared exceptionally small. He looked up, his gaze falling on the largest giant—this fellow was a full fifteen feet tall. On its broad shoulders stood Shen Tang, arms crossed, looking down at him.
Shen Tang remained expressionless.
But upon closer inspection, one will notice a touch of gentle joy in Shen Tang's eyebrows—
The air at high altitudes is indeed clean and refreshing.
Looking down at Gongxi Chou is indeed more pleasing to the eye than looking up at him.
Gong Xichou, wielding a double-crescent-shaped halberd, swept his gaze across the area and asked from afar, "Does Mama think these things can stop me?"
Being big doesn't necessarily mean being a good fighter.
While things larger than oneself can indeed create a sense of oppression, in the face of absolute power, they are all just paper tigers.
Shen Tang didn't directly answer his question. Instead, she lazily lowered her eyelids, her right hand wielding the Mother's Sword, creating a beautiful and dazzling sword light. She twirled the sword, the tip suddenly pointing at Gong Xi Chou below, her lips slightly parted: "Strangle him!"
At a single command, hundreds of giants clad in scholarly armor moved simultaneously, their target precisely where Shen Tang's sword was pointed—
Gongxi Chou!
Gong Xichou scoffed coldly.
These soldiers and generals, gathered from literary talent, are indeed very large.
In a chaotic battle, its effect is almost comparable to that of a surprise attack!
Countless soldiers will be trampled or crushed to death.
But now, their target is only one person, and Gong Xichou isn't going to just stand there and let them catch him. However, he really doesn't intend to dodge! He casually swept his halberd horizontally, and in the next instant, a circular blade formed from martial energy reaped in all directions from him.
Puff puff puff—
The nearest giant's armor was easily torn apart, its legs severed, the cut clean. The circular blade continued its aggressive expansion, but encountered difficulties at its next target.
Then, the giant following behind stretched out its hand, and the fallen Qi giant transformed back into black and white Qi, which condensed in its hand into a giant beast head shield that was one zhang tall and half a zhang thick!
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—
The blades of martial energy clashed fiercely with the shields of literary energy.
Sparks flew and the sound was deafening.
Gong Xichou leaped into the air, meeting head-on with the giant who held a massive shield, ready to crush him. Compared to the giant, his halberd was far too small. Yet, this small weapon pierced the giant through from front to back in a single blow!
Gong Xichou: "These lackeys are useless!"
As he spoke, he moved with incredible speed and agility, his halberd piercing the heads and chests of the giants, or severing their heads, limbs, and torsos with a single blow. He killed them one by one, or even two at once, seemingly without any effort.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of giants fell.
The remaining Qi giants were not enough for him to slaughter indiscriminately.
Gong Xichou retorted defiantly, "Is this all you have?"
Shen Tang said slowly, "What's the rush? Haste makes waste! Some things need a proper and careful prelude. If you're really in a hurry, you can come up here."
With a single halberd strike, Gong Xichou cleaved the scholar-like giant who had ambushed him from behind in two at the waist. His movements were so swift that they left afterimages, and one could still vaguely hear his defiant shout: "Fine! You stay right there, just you wait!"
Allied forces: "..."
Ah, this...
They had some doubts: were these two really rivals?
Alliance leader Wu Xian couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Sometimes when he goes out to visit friends, he meets with old acquaintances he hasn't seen in a long time, but he doesn't talk as much as these two did today.
If Gongxi Chou hadn't been so ruthless, and if Shen Langzhu hadn't actually faced several close calls, he would have suspected that the two of them were deliberately throwing the match.
Gongxi Chou didn't even glance at those scholarly giants.
He only had Shen Tang as his target!
result--
As he stepped onto the left shoulder of the Qi giant, his halberd, having gathered its strength, thrust out, about to pierce Shen Tang, the surrounding scene instantly changed. Shen Tang before him transformed into the Qi giants rushing towards him, and now, several Qi giants formed an encirclement!
Gong Xichou dealt with these small fry cleanly and efficiently.
After finishing, he subconsciously looked up and saw Shen Tang sitting on the shoulder of the largest scholarly giant. The latter noticed his gaze and silently mouthed something to him. Upon closer inspection, it was—
graft!
Gong Xichou: "..."
Was he switched at the very moment he approached? He guessed right; Shen Tang rewarded him with a dozen giants wielding enormous spiked hammers. Gong Xi Chou was constantly entangled; any attempt to break through and assassinate Shen Tang would result in him being sent away again, much to his annoyance.
Gong Xichou said, "Come at me head-on!"
Shen Tang said, "I am Wenxin Wenshi."
Why would a scholar like Wenxin go down into battle, sweating profusely and fighting hand-to-hand? Shen Tang simply doesn't want to confront Gongxi Chou head-on; he's deliberately trying to annoy him.
After three rounds of this, Gongxi Chou was finally thoroughly angered.
"Since that's the case—"
Gongxi Chou unleashed the Martial Tiger Tally.
Dark green martial energy erupted from the Martial Tiger Talisman, soaring straight into the sky, and a terrifying aura spread instantly.
The closest soldier couldn't withstand the oppressive aura and knelt down with a thud, his upper body hunched over, as if the air in his chest was being forced out, making it difficult to breathe. Before long, he was drenched in sweat.
With a domineering roar, dark green martial energy rained down from the sky, densely covering the area and instantly transforming into over seven hundred soldiers clad in exquisitely detailed dark green armor. A fifteenth-rank Junior Master, wielding the Martial Token and commanding seven hundred and fifty soldiers!
In an instant, the situation was reversed, and the literary giant was surrounded.
Shen Tang's expression darkened, and she moved unhurriedly.
She ordered the soldiers to assemble in formation, five men per squad: two with shields, one with a gun, and two with knives.
However, although the soldiers summoned by Gongxi Chou using martial energy were not as tall as the giants using literary energy, their armor was quite exquisite, covering all vital points of the body. A single strike would only produce sparks, let alone kill a person.
Gong Xichou's side still has two hundred light cavalry who have not moved.
In terms of speed and agility, it completely outclasses the Wenqi Giant.
but--
That doesn't count as a victory.
On the "scattered stars" above, literary scholars can borrow a certain amount of the energy of heaven and earth, which is almost like cheating in terms of endurance.
Just as she was about to make a move, a strong sense of danger shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Without hesitation, Shen Tang jumped onto the shoulder of the scholarly giant, catching the thrusting double-crescent-shaped halberd with her bare hands in mid-air. A fleeting look of astonishment seemed to cross her eyes…
graft……
It's not working anymore?
Gong Xichou seemed to know her doubts.
He looked at Shen Tang's blood-soaked palm with some regret.
If he had used more force and gone faster, he could have broken the hand. However, Shen Tang dodged in time, and a strong stream of spiritual energy blocked his movements, allowing the man to escape.
They immediately created a safe distance.
He said, "I have already figured out your trick."
The act of substituting one thing for another is indeed difficult to guard against.
Having already suffered a loss, Gong Xichou was unlikely to stumble again.
He continued, "The same power of words can be used once, twice, but not three or four times. You can overestimate your own strength, but you can't underestimate your opponent's potential. Next time, it'll cost you your life!"
Despite the lingering stinging pain in her palms, Shen Tang continued to fight Gong Xi Chou with her sword: "Oh, really? You've said the same thing more than once, but it seems you've never actually done it. The outcome is uncertain, and life or death is unpredictable!"
On the battlefield, sand and dust flew everywhere.
The clash between literary and martial arts captivated everyone's attention with every move, so much so that even blinking was a luxury, for fear of missing a crucial detail in the outcome. But some secretly wondered—
This duel has been going on for quite a while.
According to the current unspoken rules, two armies can either start fighting immediately upon meeting, or they can stop and engage in a battle of wits. The former is all about getting straight to the point, while the latter usually means that both armies are caught off guard by the enemy and haven't had time to regroup.
The skill of fighting also gives each other a buffer time.
There are usually only three games.
It cannot be ruled out that some matches are "fixed," where on the surface it appears to be a life-or-death struggle, but behind the scenes they collude and deliberately play five matches back and forth.
The conflict can only end when one side beheads the other or surrenders.
In the life-or-death struggle, every moment teetered on the brink of death.
In the blink of an eye, your head might separate from your body.
The three games usually last less than 15 minutes.
This amount of time is just enough for the army to reorganize its formation, adjust its morale, and issue military orders. Once that's about right, they can start fighting immediately.
The first two games were very short.
The outcome is decided after a hundred or two moves.
The third one is different; both of them are long-lasting champions!
One game is worth three games for others.
Wu Xian, the leader of the alliance, felt a slight worry.
The longer the time drags on, the worse it will be for them.
Soldiers cannot maintain a high level of alertness for long periods of time, but the war drums cannot be stopped, otherwise morale will plummet.
To put it simply—you can be excited and fight more fiercely, but you can't be excited for too long, or your body and mind won't be able to withstand it.
He asked his confidant, "How long do you think it will take to determine the winner?"
The scholar in the black robe said, "It's hard to say."
Alliance Leader Wu Xian casually remarked, "I never expected that Lord Shen, at such a young age, would possess such formidable strength. No wonder he (or she) was confident enough to 'borrow' land from me with the greatest merit. Speaking of borrowing land, Gong Su, where do you think would be a good place to lend it out?"
A rich and fertile territory...
He cherishes his own treasures so much, why would he lend them out?
Give me a barren piece of land?
If word gets out, it will damage my reputation.
To exchange such a great achievement for a barren, impoverished village with hardly any inhabitants would inevitably lead to being branded as unjust and infamous.
He thought and thought but couldn't come up with a very suitable one.
The scholar in the black robe said, "Didn't our lord mention this before?"
Alliance Leader Wu Xian asked in confusion, "When did I mention that?"
The scholar in the black robe remained silent, simply watching him.
Wu Xian, the leader of the alliance, suddenly remembered something.
"You mean there? That won't do."
That place wasn't barren, and it was populous, but most of the people there were bandits who had turned to outlaws. Moreover, the local customs had nothing to do with the word "simple and honest"; almost everyone there was a villain. The local criminal gangs had a very strong connection with officials and businessmen, and their methods were ruthless.
To put it bluntly, it's a tough nut to crack.
Alliance Leader Wu Xian thought about the people under Shen Tang's command...
Wouldn't it be a bad idea to leave someone there?
The scholar in black robes noticed his lord's hesitation and explained, "It may not be good for others, but it's just right for them. Besides, that place is still surrounded by your territory, so no matter how well they manage it, they can't take it for themselves."
Borrowing is not difficult.
But it's not easy to pay it back.
Haven't you seen how many people act like kings when lending money, but become grovels when it's time to collect the debt? Since that Master Shen said he wanted to "borrow," then everything should proceed according to the "borrowing" process.
Borrowing should be repaid, not borrowed and never returned!
Alliance Leader Wu Xian: "I don't think Lord Shen is that kind of person."
The scholar in the black robe said coldly, "But I pray that Yuanliang is right."
He paused for a moment and then said, "Qi Yuanliang is no good person."
Alliance Leader Wu Xian: "..."
How wicked must someone be to be described as "not a good person" by someone who is not a good person? No wonder they have a nickname like "evil scheme".
Just then, Alliance Leader Wu Xian subconsciously turned his gaze towards Qi Shan and the others. What he saw was alarming; Qi Shan, riding his horse, swayed and lost his balance, falling off the horse.
His bloodless face was deathly pale, making one wonder—could this person be dead? He instinctively called out.
The scholar in the black robe was startled: "What is it, my lord?"
Alliance Leader Wu Xian: "It seems that Qi Yuanliang has run into trouble."
The scholar in the black robe: "???"
Who's in trouble?
These words were like the sun rising in the west to him.
Qi Shan has indeed encountered an accident.
The first person to discover it was Gu Chi, who was closest to him.
Gu Chi was watching intently when his keen nose caught a strong smell of blood. Before he could find the source of the blood, he saw Qi Shan with her eyes closed, leaning to the side as she was about to fall off her horse.
Gu Chi was shocked and instinctively reached out to catch it.
Kang Shi hurriedly jumped off his horse and came over.
The first thing I noticed was Gu Chi's clothes.
"Your clothes?"
Gu Chi asked in confusion, "Why are my clothes..."
The blood stood out starkly against his light-colored clothes.
ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh
Dad's not seriously injured, just a big gash in his ankle. He said he could see the bone, but thankfully it wasn't broken. He needed a lot of stitches, but he's in good spirits. When I visited him today, he was lying in bed scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), and even made me go buy him cigarettes, so I bought him a carton to enjoy...
Dad's fine now, but Yingying has a problem.
I was terrified when I suddenly had loose stools and blood in my stool today...
(End of this chapter)
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