Xu was stunned and said, "Wouldn't that be a waste of time?"

Yu Wenhao thought about it and shook his head slowly, "It won't be a waste of time. I believe that Prince Anfeng means to let me carry weapons to the battlefield in secret, kill them by chance, and disrupt their position first, because at this time, the eyes of the people of Beimo will focus on the main force, prepare for the war with all their strength, and will not be prepared for anything else. Moreover, they think that if I die, the Northern Tang will inevitably be in chaos, and it will also lead to the war's prince's heart and feel rifty. On the battlefield, the most taboo thing is the general's reluctance. Under such a guess, they will concentrate their troops to invade a large number of fast attacks. Once they fight, they will be determined to win without leaving any way out. After our weapons are in place, they can annihilate them in one fell swoop. In this way, the war can end quickly and will not have much impact on the Northern Tang."

After Yu Wenhao's analysis, everyone thought it was very likely. When they looked at the fire, everyone had some respect in their eyes. Since Prince Anfeng could trust him to come again, this person must have great skills. Needless to say, everyone has seen martial arts. Now everyone is looking forward to what this person's head will look like after burning it.

Qihuo was not very interested in the current situation, and did not argue. He just turned his head and asked Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao, and said sincerely: "If this matter is done, are you willing to promise the child in your stomach to me as a disciple? I have calculated that I have a deep fate with her and I am destined to be a master and apprentice in this life."

Yu Wenhao said: "Is this good to make plans when the baby is born?"

Qihuo smiled, "Of course, this child is destined to be with me. Even if you don't allow it, she will choose to be my disciple."

After hearing this, Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao felt a little indescribable in their hearts. They had heard of having children married, but never had to be booked for disciples. The admission of disciples usually requires the qualifications to be seen first. The child has not been born, and they don’t know whether they are smart or stupid. Why do they have to be adopted as disciples?

Yu Wenhao said in his heart that although this person tried hard to be humble and polite, he would occasionally see him showing a mad look, which shows that he was a little depressed. If this child was a girl, then he was the pearl in his hand. How could he bear to learn martial arts and practice martial arts? The most difficult thing in the world is to practice martial arts.

He thought that he would think of a way to refute this matter, and he would not mention it for now. He would have to ask Prince Anfeng for his origins in detail.

Yuwenhao placed him in the residence, and the Fourth Master was temporarily in the lieutenant general, without saying anything all night.

When he got up the next day, Tang Yang came to report that the person had burned the head.

Yuwenhao ordered people to invite the Fourth Master and Qihuo to the side hall, close the door, Tang Yang took out the head from the wooden box and placed it on the table.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this. When they saw each other yesterday, they were not so similar. How could they burn out so much similarity?

The eyebrows, nose, lips, ears, and except for the lack of hair, are exactly the same as Yu Wenhao, and even the skin tone is very similar. However, it can still be seen that they are clay figures.

Praying for fire made Yu Wenhao drop blood on the cover of the Tianling on the human head. Yu Wenhao was shocked and took out a dagger to cut his fingers, dripping a few drops of blood on the cover of the Tianling.

The blood slowly merged into it. As everyone stared at it, the human head gradually changed color, slightly reddish than Yu Wenhao's skin color, but the texture of the skin slowly unfolded, and then quickly shriveled, as if it had been dead for several days, with a bloody smell coming out. The broken neck was very neat, and there was also some red and black look, as if the blood was coagulated there.

Because it looked so similar, Yuan Qingling felt uncomfortable when he looked at the head.

The Fourth Master murmured: "This is impossible. Why does the head of this clay sculpture look like a real head after it drips in blood?"

Qihuo said lightly: "Because of human blood, blood is the most yin thing, which will condense some yin people's thoughts and attach them to them. This is a secret technique, and you don't know it."

"Secret Art? Are you from the northern border?" The Fourth Master remembered that the wizards in the northern border also had many such secret arts, including witchcraft that could drive away dead people like living people.

Qi Huo looked at the Fourth Master with a gentle look and said, "It's not only the people in the north of Xinjiang who understand secret techniques in the world. The head of this person is now appropriate. I will leave with the head first. As for how to set up this game in the future, you can improve it yourself."

Qihuo picked up a piece of cloth from the wooden box, wrapped the head, carried it on his shoulder, bowed to everyone, and strode away.

It is naturally not difficult to make arrangements, because killers have come these days, and this game must be set up, because the real sword demon is in the capital, and he doesn't know whether he is lurking in the dark. It is best to raise the news of the prince's accident slightly, but after it is raised, you have to suppress it with all your strength, just let the spies in Beimo know.

At this moment, Leng Jingyan and Hongye returned to the capital. They returned to the Chu Palace first. After hearing the whole story, Leng Jingyan asked and smiled, "That's not simple? Let the sword demon come to the Chu Palace for an assassination, and this assassination will be known to everyone."

"It's better not to take risks. If the sword demon really comes, it may not be able to deal with it." The Fourth Master is not full of confidence in his people now. Especially when he saw the sword demon's light skills last night, he knew that this person was a master among the internal masters. If the protection is not strong, the prince really asked him to take the head, and he would really regret it.

Luan Jingyan looked confident, "If you can't handle it, you can't handle it. We have to do our best."

Yuwenhao looked at him and suddenly had a strange guess, "The Sword Demon said he wanted to find his disciple, so you might be his disciple, right?"

Calm Jingyan picked up a glass of water, and his fingers with distinct joints gently tapped the edge of the cup, and a smile filled the corner of his lips, "What's going on in the world is really a coincidence, that's right!"

Everyone was shocked. The sword demon who had been worried about for a long time turned out to be the Master of Calvin Yan?

Xu looked at him in a daze, "Does that sword demon teach you poetry or songs?"

Hongye has never spoken since she entered. Now, when Xu Yi asked this question, he said lightly: "I'm afraid it's internal skills or martial arts. Lord Leng has a deep internal strength, so he can pick flowers and leaves to hurt people!"

Xu shook his head consciously, "Impossible. I have known Lord Leng for so many years, and I have never seen him reveal his internal skills!"

"It can be seen that Lord Leng is hiding deep enough!" Hongye looked at Leng Jingyan and said thoughtfully.

Calm Yan Yan's smile was calm and gentle, "Sometimes, it's not necessarily a good thing to show off."
Chapter completed!