Chapter 25 Su Daji's Scheme

"No," Yang Jian spread his hands and said, "I already said it was just a guess, believe it or not."

"This young boy only knows how to talk nonsense. Marquis Beihai, please don't believe him. It is said that the three sects of Renjiao, Chanjiao and Jiejiao are as close as brothers. He is a disciple of Yuxu Palace. Maybe he is trying to buy time for Wen Zhong."

Beihai Liaohou suddenly stood up and blamed Yang Jian.

Yuan Futong remained silent, and the mysterious man with many eyes beside him was also unmoved.

"Old Zhang, please be patient. What this immortal master said makes sense. We should plan this matter carefully. If we are not careful, we will be doomed. We must not be careless."

Yuan Futong's tone was firm and he did not allow him to refuse.

Beihai Liaohou's expression changed, and he stamped his feet heavily, sighing, "What Yuanhou said is true, we were indeed a little impatient, and we made a hasty decision without conducting a thorough investigation.

But if we don't kill Wen Zhong, what will happen if Wen Zhong asks us to capture Baishi City within 15 days? Even if we capture the city, we will suffer heavy losses. If he stabs us in the back again, how many of the 72 princes will be left? "

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became silent.

The faces of the dukes were filled with gloom.

They are already in a situation where they can't advance or retreat, otherwise they wouldn't be so desperate as to join forces to deal with Wen Zhong.

"I am not a talented girl, but I have thought of a good idea."

But it was Su Daji who suddenly spoke.

Yuan Futong and the three marquises behind him all looked over.

"No~" Su Hu stopped his beloved daughter and bowed to Yuan Futong, saying, "My daughter is ignorant of the depths of heaven and earth and has offended the Marquis. I hope the Marquis will forgive me."

"No problem. Brother Su's beloved daughter is my niece. How could I be angry?" Yuan Futong waved his hand nonchalantly, then looked at Su Daji with a burning gaze and asked, "Niece, just say whatever you want. Even if your father blames you, your uncle will protect you."

"Then Daji would like to thank the uncles for their care. Daji would like to toast to the uncles again."

Su Daji put down the black cat in her arms, stood up from behind the table holding the wine jug, and her slender waist swayed like a willow.

Below the slender waist is the suddenly bulging buttocks.

She didn't care at all about the burning gazes of the marquises in front of her.

Pour wine for each of the marquises.

When she left, Yuan Futong leaned forward involuntarily, as if he was worried about Su Daji's departure.

The other marquises also exposed their ugly behavior.

Yang Jian looked at the scene in front of him and thought that Su Daji's plan would soon be revealed.

Otherwise he wouldn't act like this.

After toasting with Yuan Futong and others, Su Daji said softly: "What the uncles are worried about is nothing more than the weakening of the troops under their command, and they are worried that Wen Zhong will turn his butcher knife on you.

Since it would be very costly to capture Baishi City, it would be better not to capture it and let the elite troops under Grand Tutor Wen Zhong attack the city."

"This~"

Yuan Futong looked embarrassed. It was so easy to resist military orders. Wen Zhong was not a fool. How could he not see that they were not using all their strength to attack the city?
"Hehehe~"

Su Daji looked at Yuan Futong's embarrassment and suddenly laughed: "Uncle Yuan dared to plot to kill Wen Zhong, but now he doesn't even dare to resist the military order. Could it be that what he said before was just a joke?"

Su Daji's tone was full of sarcasm, but no one was annoyed.

Instead, he looked ashamed.

Yuan Futong suddenly realized: "As long as we unite with the other princes and secretly disobey, as the saying goes, the law cannot punish the masses, then Wen Zhong will naturally take action himself in order to break the city within 15 days."

"Uncle is indeed a man of extraordinary talent and strategy. Daji offers a toast to uncle."

Su Daji praised, picking up the copper wine jar and drinking it all.

Everyone dispersed.

Yang Jian was just about to leave to have a good rest, as he might have to go into battle to kill enemies and gain spirits tomorrow.

The coalition of princes of the Shang Dynasty said they wanted to conquer the Northern Barbarians, but they didn't expect that they would start to quarrel among themselves when they finally arrived at the gate of the Northern Barbarians.

Although the Jizhou army would inevitably be secretly disobedient by then, he would be happy to absorb as much essence as possible from them.

Finally, it would be great to steal the bronze tripods from one or two princes' armies to increase our strength.

The Demon Eye seemed to have guessed Yang Jian's plan, and said in his mind: "Let's go to Su Hu's bronze tripod and steal some spirit essence. We can't rob it openly, but we can also steal it. The distance for us to absorb spirit essence is twenty feet, maybe we can absorb it from a distance."

Yang Jian suddenly felt enlightened. He looked around at the nearby terrain and made preparations for the night.

He wanted to try it last time, but he was summoned by Su Hu before he could get close to the bronze tripod, and he did not meet the distance requirement at all.

The timing is indeed right now.

He was not in a hurry to go back to rest, so he just pretended to wander around here.

When they approached the camp where the bronze tripod was placed, they were surprised to find that it was heavily guarded.

Closer, closer.

After about a moment, I felt the magic eye sucking a wisp of essence from the bronze tripod.

[Spirit +1]

It works! It's just a bit slow.

Yang Jian suppressed his excitement and pretended to be taking a casual stroll, walking back and forth, and even forced a smile to greet the soldiers guarding the bronze tripod.

However, all he got was a cold stare. The guards knew that Yang Jian was Su Daji's personal bodyguard, so they did not chase away this suspicious guy.

When Yang Jian was halfway there, he realized something was wrong. The fragrance of Su Daji was lingering on his body like a maggot, so he turned around to take a look.

Su Daji was following behind him, looking at him with a smile, and glanced meaningfully at the tent where the bronze tripod was placed.

"Why are you following me? You don't really like me and want to go back to the bridal chamber with me, do you?"

Yang Jian pulled Su Daji aside and whispered in her ear, responding to Su Hu's words just now that he wanted to take Yang Jian as his son-in-law.

Su Daji was happy to be Su Hu's daughter, and he didn't want to have anything to do with her.

What if Su Hu gets drunk one day and lets him and Su Daji have their wedding night on the spot? This would be a really messed up situation.

He was not worried at all that Su Daji would find out that he had plans for the bronze tripod. After all, he still held her inner elixir.

The purpose of his saying this was to disgust Su Daji and to prevent her from following him and disturbing him from absorbing his essence.

"You think so beautifully!"

The smile on Su Daji's face suddenly disappeared, her face was as cold as frost, and sparks seemed to come out of her eyes: "I just want to know whether what you said before about Wen Zhong's background is true or not."

The information Yang Jian said was of vital importance to her, and the advice she had just offered was also an adjustment made because of the changes brought about by Yang Jian.

If the Jiejiao is really behind Wen Zhong, then she must meet Wen Zhong.

"Want to know?"

Yang Jian stroked his chin and looked Su Daji up and down with interest.

His playful look made Su Daji feel a little uncomfortable.

"Don't even think about it."

Su Daji quickly retorted.

"I haven't thought about it yet," Yang Jian said teasingly, "What do you think I'm thinking about?"

Without waiting for Su Daji to answer, he gave up the idea of ​​teasing her and said seriously: "If you tell me what you are doing here, I will tell you whether what I just said is true or false."

When Su Daji heard Yang Jian's request, she immediately turned around and left: "You are still my personal bodyguard, so don't neglect your duties."

The guards on the side stared at Yang Jian. If Su Daji had left and Yang Jian was still staying here, it meant that he definitely had bad intentions.

Yang Jian had no choice but to give up, thinking that he could only find another opportunity to absorb the essence.

That evening, only forty-eight of the seventy-two princes arrived.

The remaining sixteen princes were completely wiped out, and eight defected and were on their way back to their fiefdoms.

Wen Zhong, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty, sent out four generals from the Mo family with a hundred personal soldiers to hunt down the eight fleeing princes.

"Master, the talisman sent by the four generals of the Demon Clan said that they have caught up with the rebellious princes and will be able to bring all the rebels back before sunrise tomorrow."

Deng Zhong lowered his head, not daring to look at the man in front of the desk. This was Wen Zhong, the Grand Tutor of the Shang Dynasty, and also his master.

Wen Zhong seemed not to have heard it and continued to process the information in front of him. This was a message from his spies who had been ambushing in the major feudal forces. It was a matter of great importance, and he did not take the matter of the traitor to heart.

With the four generals of the Demon Family taking action, how could things not go smoothly?

A long time passed, and Deng Zhong still maintained the posture of presenting the talisman, not daring to move. Before his master spoke, any movement could lead to his death.

The master has become an immortal, and the things that immortals lack the least are time and disciples.

He is the master's nth disciple, he has lost count, and all his previous brothers have died.

He is now the eldest senior brother, and three of his fellow brothers are training in Chaoge City and did not come with him.

Wen Zhong was still looking at the volume made of bamboo slips in his hand, his brows frowning as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.

It wasn't until a jade lantern on the table in front of him began to flicker that he came to his senses.

"Oh, it's Deng Zhong~ I see. Put the talisman down first. There's a man at the door who's been stopped by the guards. He's here to see me. Go and invite him in."

Deng Zhong put down the talisman and left. After a while, he led a masked man in black in.

No wonder he was stopped by the guards of the main camp. With his sneaky appearance, it was lucky that he was not killed on the spot. Only because he entered through the main gate would his life be spared.

The masked man entered the tent, without saying a word, he bowed his head and saluted to greet Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong casually played with the seal in his hand and called out, "Deng Zhong~"

"Master, what do you want?"

"Go and guard outside the door. Remember to keep your ears open and don't listen to anything you shouldn't."

Wen Zhong said casually, his Dharma eye between his eyebrows slightly opened, and he glanced at Deng Zhong imperceptibly.

Deng Zhong's heart suddenly tightened, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead: "It's Master."

After Deng Zhong left, the man in black took off his mask and it turned out to be the Beihai Liaohou who had followed Yuan Futong to the Jizhou camp.

Beihai Liaohou knelt down on the ground and said, "Zhang Dinghai pays respect to the Grand Master."

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