Back Off, Let Me Come

"I thought it was 'everything is ready, only east wind is missing', but now it seems that not only does it lack east wind, it also owes me." Shen Tang felt that he should give Kang Jishou a separate award, "...If there is a 'World Civil and Martial Arts Ranking' in the future, Jishou will be sorry for the persecution of me over the years if he is not ranked first in the martial arts list..."

With a literary mind and a scholar, he dominated the list of the best military commanders in the world.

Gong Xichou couldn't beat Shen Tang so badly, but Kang Shi did it easily from a distance of thousands of miles. Who wouldn't praise him for being awesome? When Jimo Qiu heard her complain, she wrapped her hands into mallets, and put the two "hammers" in her arms, staring at the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire.

Jimo Qiu almost stared in astonishment: "Your Highness, your hand?"

His Highness looked down at his hands and said calmly in a tone that seemed to show he had seen through the mundane world: "Oh, I was bitten by an ant."

Jimo Qiu: “…”

"...They are not ordinary ants, but poisonous ants that have been affected by the special environment in the mountains!" Shen Tang's expression became ferocious for a moment when he said this. "How poisonous are these ants? They just crawled on my arm twice and my skin became allergic. How could I let an ant do harm to me? I slapped it to death immediately, but who knew that the blood of this thing was even more poisonous, itchy and painful."

Fang Yan, who hadn't even sat down to relax yet, was called back.

Shen Tang's hands had swollen to the same thickness as their original two hands.

Apply the herbs, and then the itching and pain turns into a burning, itchy and painful feeling, making people want to scratch off all the flesh and blood. Fang Yan wrapped her arms tightly and ordered the soldiers to disinfect the main tent so that not even a mosquito could fly in.

Shen Tang found that roasting a fire could relieve the itching, so she squatted not far from the campfire, carefully roasting her hands, and threw a few sweet potatoes in. She also let it go. How could the tribulation not be annoying?

These sufferings can torture her body, but they can't make her surrender! God has the ability to kill her directly. If he can't kill her, it means that no matter how much Kang Shi suppresses her, it will only be a minor matter.

However, Shen Tang still knew what "if you don't commit suicide, you won't die" meant. Kang Shi had overdrawn her luck on Huabei, so Shen Tang couldn't even fight on the battlefield as a main force. She could even be tormented by bad luck in the rear.

It is equivalent to destroying Kangguo’s combat effectiveness.

Jimo Qiu half squatted down: "Can you let me take a look?"

"Just look, why so many gifts?" Shen Tang generously extended her right hand, and her left hand was not idle either. She passed the wooden pole through the gap of the bandage on her left arm to fix it, then raised her hand clumsily and used the thin pole to take out the roasted sweet potatoes in the campfire.

The skin under the bandage was a hideous red and purple, with pus forming at the edges of the scars. Shen Tang said calmly, "The toxins have been expelled, but it will take a long time for it to return to normal. I wrapped it up because I was worried that I would not be able to control myself and would pick at it..."

It just looks more terrifying.

Jimo Qiu was more experienced than Fang Yan in "unorthodox methods". With the poisonous insects and the incantation, Shen Tang's right arm returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the skin color was still reddish. Jimo Qiu followed suit, and Shen Tang's left hand also returned to normal.

Shen Tang looked at his hands over and over.

"…The high priest is more capable."

"I haven't received any news about the soldiers being attacked by poisonous ants in the past few days. How did Your Highness get attacked?" Your Highness was personally leading the army, and her main tent was naturally the most heavily guarded core area. Not to mention poisonous ants, even mosquitoes would hardly get in. If the poisonous ants wanted to cause trouble, they would first harm the ordinary soldiers in the army. Only when the number of poisonous ants was large enough to flood the army, Your Highness would be unlucky enough to get attacked.

Shen Tang's expression was indescribable: "Isn't it just bad luck?"

As she was talking, Shen Tang suddenly remembered that Jimo Qiu didn't know the drawbacks of Kangshi's way of scholars, so she wanted to end the topic. Then she changed her mind again. Jimo Qiu might have a way to help her solve the urgent problem - let Kangshi defeat her, can the side effects be delayed for a while? At least don't let her hold back when she is needed to fight. Shen Tang didn't want to watch others fight bloody battles while she had to fight wits and courage with the endless accidents that took her life...

Jimo Qiu: "...Your Highness's luck is indeed very bad when he comes in."

He didn't look like this before he left the camp.

Shen Tang carefully chose her words and briefly explained the causes and consequences of her bad fortune. To sum it up in one sentence, it was Kang Shi who harmed her!

"…Is there any way for the high priest to postpone this?"

She stared at Jimo Qiu with hopeful eyes.

Jimo Qiu did not disappoint her.

The good news is that he actually has such a method, but the bad news is that this method is not free, and it will charge a handling fee.

"Handling fee?"

Her intuition told her that the interest generated by the postponement for a few days would not be low, but it was better than watching the battlefield go on in vain.

Jimo Qiu shook his head: "I can't."

This statement seemed somewhat ambiguous, and Shen Tang explained in detail in front of his astonished eyes: "Because the Heavenly Dao doesn't like me, it would be counterproductive if I tried to communicate with him, but Your Highness can open the altar and make a report."

"You can't do it, but I, an amateur, can do it?"

Jimo Qiu said firmly: "Yes, only Your Highness can do it."

Shen Tang looked up at the dark night, and after thinking, he chose to believe Jimo Qiu's words. Offering sacrifices to the heavens was a major event, and normally the Ministry of Rites would prepare for it ten days or half a month in advance, with chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep, and various fruits and vegetables. The battlefield conditions were simple, so they had to do it simply. Qishan heard the news and rushed over, worried that such a simple arrangement would be disrespectful to the heavens, and that he would be punished by disaster if communication failed.

Shen Tang also said: "Isn't this too simple?"

Jimo Qiu asked someone to prepare a wooden table, on which was placed a sweet potato roasted into charcoal, a wine glass and a stick of incense.

The high priest almost patted his chest and assured: "No."

Other mortals offer sacrifices to heaven, but Her Highness's offering is to give heaven some face. She is even willing to give "heaven" a sweet potato that she baked herself. "Heaven" should stop while it is good and not be ungrateful.

For the first time, Shen Tang felt that Jimo Qiu was not that reliable.

In the end, there was still no roasted sweet potato to deal with.

Qishan and others gathered some more temporarily.

Jimo Qiu was in charge of the ceremony. It was said that he was building a temporary channel so that Shen Tang could communicate with "the sky". Shen Tang only needed to tell "the sky" what he wanted to say. If Jimo Qiu had not accumulated a lot of good character, he might have become a bad guy today.

He really looks like a nonsense charlatan.

The offerings were crude, the rituals were crude, and it looked like playing house.

Shen Tang lit three incense sticks, but for some reason he could only light one, and the other two would not light up. Qi Shan felt something was wrong, but Shen Tang, as the person involved, was used to it. He put the lit incense stick in with one hand and threw away the other two.

Looking at the curling green smoke, Shen Tang felt dazed.

I seemed to hear a voice that was neither male nor female.

She didn't hear clearly what the other party said, but she had a hunch that she should understand! Her mouth answered uncontrollably. Qi Shan and the others saw Shen Tang's mouth moving but couldn't hear her voice. Shen Tang could hear her own voice, which was an extremely obscure and low strange language. Not only could she hear it, she could also understand it, and her attitude was very bad!

It doesn't sound like praying to God, it's clearly cursing God.

There were no dirty words, but the insults were quite unpleasant.

Shen Tang could imagine himself holding a stick of incense in one hand, pointing at the other person's nose and cursing. He looked like an enemy.

After several conversations, the incense finally burned out.

Shen Tang blinked, her eyes brightened again. When she recalled the conversation in the mysterious state just now, she kicked over the wooden table: "Fuck you, why don't you just come and rob? I'll skin you alive——"

Her reaction was too intense and too unexpected.

Qi Shan and others were unable to react.

Shen Tang was still furious: "You put the loan shark on me. You won't know how powerful I am until I'm skinned alive!"

She had indeed just bargained with Him.

The other party also readily agreed to the request for an extension, and at the same time put forward a very harsh condition: nine times out of thirteen, the fortune debt can be extended, and remember to pay the high interest. If she agrees, then the deal will be done, if she doesn't agree, then she will continue to suffer.

“Why didn’t we have compound interest before?”

Shen Tang couldn't understand why Kangshi didn't charge interest on installments in the past.

This time it was just a matter of postponing the payment for a few days and then paying it in installments, but the other party actually put forward such harsh conditions, which really made her unhappy.

Jimo Qiu looked at the shattered altar and understood what was going on - He felt guilty towards His Highness, so he would readily agree to some insignificant conditions. However, the "Him" that His Highness contacted today was different, and it was normal for him to ask for a high interest rate.

At this moment, I heard the prince's gnashing voice: "... Yuanliang, I'm worried that I will forget, please help me remember - this year, the tribute from below is not for anything else, but fox skin, especially those deformed foxes with multiple tails!"

Let the wild foxes disappear completely from Kangguo’s territory!

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Qishan: “…”

What does this have to do with foxes?

Although the communication was not pleasant, fortunately the result still met Shen Tang's wishes, and the state of bad luck was temporarily lifted, which was estimated to last for seven days. Qi Shan worriedly asked: "Why only seven days?"

"...It can also be fourteen days or longer, as long as you can afford the interest. In fact, I only plan to postpone it for three days." However, "Him" who was communicating with her did not agree, and the minimum was seven days.

Shen Tang suspected that the other party was only after the interest.

"Let's do this for now. We can discuss it later if we don't have enough time."

Qishan: “…”

The crisis was temporarily resolved, and Shen Tang finally didn't have to be so cautious and guard against unexpected events. There were too many unexpected events today, and she was exhausted. Now she just wanted to have a good night's rest and recuperate before fighting to the death on the other side of the bridge.

only--

"Does the high priest know who this 'He' is today?"

"Yes, we have met a few times."

"Do we have any grudge against each other?"

How can a loan shark who pays out nine out of ten return the money open his mouth?

Jimo Qiu: "I'm not sure about that, but His Highness once said, 'Black-hearted capitalists don't get along with anyone.'"

Shen Tang: “…”

No wonder she felt that the conversation at that time was neither like that of enemies nor friends, but actually it was the relationship between a creditor and a debtor.

"Why does He need so much luck?"

"That's merit, not just luck."

Another form of national destiny can also be called merit.

"…Merit?"

"Your Highness has brought peace to the country and stability to the country. This is a sign of prosperity for the country of Kang. It is also a great achievement for individuals." After saying this, Jimo Qiu looked at the sky worriedly, but found that there was no reminder and he vaguely understood something.

The one currently on duty is not "Tian Dao", so he will not stare at Jimo Qiu and give him random warnings just for a few idle words...

As long as you have enough merit, He can turn a blind eye.

However, this is not a good thing.

Although the original "Heavenly Dao" was very harsh to himself and never gave him a good face, it was very tolerant to His Highness. At least it gave Kang Shi's luck installments five years without interest. But it is different now. It is estimated that the other party will secretly raise the interest rate.

Jimo Qiu was just thinking about giving a reminder when his throat felt awkward.

I couldn't make any sound.

He opened his mouth and raised his hand to touch his neck with a strange expression.

"High Priest, what's wrong?"

Jimo Qiu shook his head with a pale face: "Nothing."

After a good night's sleep, Shen Tang felt full of energy.

Qin Li observed the sky at night and found that there had been no natural fog recently. The army could not just sit there and wait for God to provide them with food, so they could only rely on manpower to speed up the process. It could not be achieved directly with words, and it took longer than expected. The conflict between the enemy and us became increasingly acute, and the other side even sent two unfamiliar faces to challenge and insult us from across the river.

Shen Tang ignored it.

Until everything is ready and the east wind arrives.

The wind was cold and the fog was thick.

The thick mountain mist gradually drifted between the mountains and valleys, almost submerging the long bridge. Looking from this side to the other side, even the outline of the stone fortress could not be seen. Shen Tang said: "Send a message to the Mohists to have them move all the iron chains to these locations--"

Under normal circumstances, it would be safer for brave warriors like Shen Tang to take direct action and throw the iron chain into the cliff on the opposite bank.

However, there is a special mineral vein under the ravine.

No matter how hard you hit it, even if the iron chain doesn't bounce back with the same force, it can't sink that deep into the opposite cliff, and its safety is not guaranteed. It's better to be safe and let the Mo family do it.

The Mohists did not rely entirely on the energy of heaven and earth.

On the contrary, the qi of heaven and earth is only an auxiliary.

The Mohists were more dependent on tangible external objects, so if they built the iron chain bridge, the success rate would be higher. However, this move was also risky, and the central army had to attract all the enemy's vitality to buy enough time for the Mohists and stabilize the working environment.

The Mohists, led by Bei Jiu, have been working overtime these past few days and have finally made several special crossbows: "One hour will be enough!"

The crowd parted ways and Shen Tang drove forward on his motorcycle.

"Who on the other side will die first?"

Shen Tang concentrated his energy on his dantian and sent the sound to the other side.

The people at the Stone Fort also became agitated when they heard the noise.

"Humph, I'm finally not a coward anymore!"

The iron chain of the long bridge swayed slightly with the mountain breeze. Shen Tang vaguely heard someone stepping on the chain and running quickly, and a pair of hooks rushed out of the thick fog.

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It’s a headache. I don’t know who took the express delivery and I have to check the surveillance tomorrow.