Press down the disordered morale of the army temporarily, Bu Ji Sheng then massaged his forehead to think about what to do next. He hurried back to his study, preparing to write a letter of appeal for help to his elder brother Nan Bo Hou E Chuang Yu.
It's not possible for just anyone to write a letter, the major army on the front line needs to be sent back for aid, that would be chaotic. The handwriting must be clear, the secret code known to the two brothers must be included, and his private seal must be attached.
Bu Ji Sheng's right hand has been shaking all the time, and it was hard to calm down. He forgot the secret code, thinking deeply for a long time, and finally went to find his private seal.
Just as he was about to hand over the appeal letter to his trusted aide and instruct them to leave the city that night to summon E Chong Yu for rescue, Deng Chan Yu arrived!
Chaotic!
The city of Nan Du was illuminated at night, not to defend against enemies, but because some "idiots" were flourishing?
Deng Ai didn't even wrap the arrow wound on his arm, and blood was gushing out of it. In this condition, he distributed flour to the people of Nan Du.
His clothes were drenched in sweat, covered in blood and half-covered in mud, and the outside was wrapped with flour. His appearance was so dirty that it couldn't be seen.
Some people smelled the blood odor on his body, but they didn't think much of it, thinking it might be from killing chickens or pigs. Now they're giving out flour for free! What else are you thinking about? Are you an idiot?
One after another, old ladies who are usually not very agile in their legs and feet were now diving onto the bags of flour, just to grab their "own" share first, and then take advantage of opportunities to possibly get another bag.
Originally, almost nine out of ten soldiers in the city of Nan Du had gone to the riverbank to resist Deng Jiugong's troops. The remaining soldiers and some young men went out with Bu Ji Sheng to set traps. They were beaten up and half of them were captured by the general of Tianren. Now there were almost no soldiers left on the walls, only temporary recruits among the young men.
Deng Chan Yu led her troops to the city gates, and she didn't even have to put on a show of lifting a thousand catties. The bodyguards from the Deng and Huang families climbed the walls using rope ladders, cut down a few scattered soldiers, and then opened the gates to let her army into the city.
Bu Ji Sheng's trusted aide was still in the room when Deng Chan Yu arrived at the door on a fast horse, driving him away.
"Aunt Bu, you are old and vigorous! Niece has hurried and rushed, but it seems that Aunt has finished writing the letter. Can I take a look? General Xiao Qiao, bring the letter over so I can read it."
She blocked the door, with a just-surrendered tribal chief beside her. The southern region is densely covered with waterways, and their tribe is particularly skilled at bridge-building. Over the years, they have taken "bridge" as their clan name. This one has an elder sister who is said to have a similarly strong build and arms capable of accommodating a horse to run on them. In Deng Chan Yu's words, that elder sister is "Da Qiao," and the one in front of her is naturally "Xiao Qiao."
The trusted aide was trembling with fear, dared not speak.
Xiao Qiao reached out her palm as large as a fan and snatched the letter directly from his hand.
"Hmm, not bad, it's fine. Send it out." Deng Chan Yu unfolded the letter to take a close look, then very satisfiedly stuffed it back into the envelope and handed it back to the aide, clearing the way and signaling for him to go ahead and deliver the letter to the front lines.
"Puff," Bu Ji Sheng pulled out his sword and stabbed his own aide to death. He leaped onto the body like a wild dog, tore at it and tore it, tearing up the letter. Afterward, he stuffed the letter into his mouth. His throat moved twice, and he swallowed the letter forcefully.
Deng Chan Yu shook her head: "Uncle Bu, everyone says you're the first wise man in the South. It seems now that's just average... You in my hands isn't more important than that letter? Or is Uncle Bu thinking of challenging me to a martial arts duel?"
She held her long spear upside down, indicating that you can attack.
Bu Ji Sheng hesitated slightly, reversed the hilt of the sword, and prepared to commit suicide.
A five-color stone was shot out, the long sword spinning and flying away, and with a "Whoosh," it pierced the joist of the room.
Deng Chan Yu was too lazy to look at him again, indicating Xiao Qiao: "Bind him and put something in his mouth to prevent him from choking himself."
"Yes!"
Huang Fei Biao arrived at the city of Nan Du an hour before dawn. Normally, after breaching a city, there is a step of posting notices and calming the people, but the Deng family had already distributed flour, eggs, and soybean oil in advance, so they skipped the procedure.
What a great army! We don't even have to give the people food and drink, we even bring it for them!
Eggs, rice flour, cloth - all free! Deng Ei took out all the supplies stored in the Deng family warehouse. The residents of Nan Du enjoyed a shopping spree for free. After regaining their rationality, they found that the flags on the city walls had changed.
Deng Chan Yu didn't mention anything about settling accounts later. She gave you, and you take it. She also opened the two warehouses of Nan Bo Hou and distributed grain and some gold and silver to the young men. She said that if you don't want Nan Bo Hou to confiscate these things later, you have to help me defend the city.
Except for Nan Bo Hou E Chongyu and his eldest son E Shun, nearly all the members of the Bu family, old and young, added up to over seventy people, almost all of whom were killed.
Deng Chan Yu handed all these people over to Uncle Biao, who had been Huang Fei Huang's second-in-command for half a lifetime. Uncle Biao was too skilled to do these things and didn't need her to worry about it.
She walked into the treasure house of Nan Bo Hou with an air of nonchalance.
"Open the gate, let me inspect, and see if there are any imperial crimes inside." She spoke with a straight face.
TheBu family members managing the treasure house had intended to refuse, but seeing the long jian in her hand still dripping with blood, they ultimately dare not resist.
"Ha!" Seeing the Bu family's treasure house, Deng Chan Yu's heart was filled with joy.
Deng's family is rich, but Deng's high-level employees are still not as good as Nan Bo Hou, who is the big shareholder.
As the top family that has ruled over two hundred southern states and many barbaric tribes for thousands of years, the Bu family's treasure house was filled with precious items and rare materials.
A piece of wood over a person's height, completely fiery red, and emitting a fragrant aroma, caught her attention.
Without turning to the book of oddities, just by looking at it, relying on the memories of phoenix's bloodline in her body, she already knew the name of this precious wood.
This is the wutong wood, which blooms and bears fruit once every thousand years.
It's a bit unfortunate. It's not the innate wutong tree that has been dwelling for 36,500 years of the Heavenly Phoenix, but just a broken branch from the tree.
However, even a branch can have great benefits for the refinement of the Phoenix's essence and the repair of its original source damage.
The phoenix will only roost in wutong wood, but given the current poor environment, it can sleep in a grass nest as well. However, if there are good conditions, resting on wutong wood would definitely be more comfortable.
Besides this precious wutong wood, she also found a seemingly qingluan essence, and the remaining spiritual materials were abundant. While strengthening the Phoenix's essence, she could spare a little to strengthen Dangkang and Zhuwu as well. This time, she could truly be said to have caught a big windfall.
In the primordial age, there is a concept of cause and effect. The higher the position and cultivation level, the more one fears causality, but those rules do not apply to the current situation.
She had been laboring to defend against the attacks, and now she was exhausted. The aide on the other side was already choking on his saliva. This was no easy feat; it required long distances and all-out efforts. It wasn't like something that just fell from the sky. She had paid the price in advance, and what could there be to worry about with regards to causality when she had gained it through her own abilities?
These are all mine! Even Daozu would say the same thing!
