C67 He Was Shocked to Hear That the Grand Marshal Had Died That Was Why

The young men went back the way they came and hid the blood. Fu Ting looked back for a while before he took off his luggage and went to Ji Cheng's side. "Let me take a look at the wound." Suddenly, he remembered that there was a difference between men and women. Immediately, he felt his cheeks burning. He quickly took out a piece of underwear from his bag and said, "You are strong. Help me pull some cloth strips."

While Ji Cheng was cutting the cloth strips with a dagger, Fu Ting adjusted his attitude. He said slowly, "You shouldn't have scared them just now. They are young and can't handle this." In fact, he himself couldn't bear it either. He even forced himself not to think about Qiu Dong and Fu Ting's situation.

"Pavilion Head." Ji Cheng suddenly called out. He thought that he had also used a fake name and actually smiled. "Pavilion Head's name is really good."

Because Fu Siqi's reputation was too great, he was afraid that he would be remembered by evil people along the way. The few brothers had already discussed it before setting off. On the way to the south, they all called Fu Siqi Pavilion's Master. Since the difference in names between brothers could not be too great, Fu Jiang was also called Fu Xuanzhi. As for the other two, they were cousins, so they called him by his real name.

Fu Tingzhi did not pay attention to Ye at this time. The eldest young master's expression and tone were focused on fighting with the few deep cuts on his shoulder. "You took three hits in total, but you actually managed to withstand it and ran so far away."

"That's right." He wiped the sweat and blood off his face. "They chased me for two days, from Zhang Zhou all the way to Beijing, and finally here..."

Fu Tingzhi frowned. "Are you saying that the Big Dipper Army didn't rest for a moment and directly entered Beijing?"

"I..." Ye Qingcheng almost blurted out the three armies, but he stopped in his tracks: "I only know that the Grand Righteous Army hasn't set up camp yet. The king, Ji Jiang, and the Imperial Advisor are still stationed in the Mang Tang mountain stronghold, not entering the Zhang Province. Only the Grand Marshal and the prince have entered the city. "

It seemed like there was not much change in history, so Fu Ting heaved a sigh of relief: "That's because the soldiers of the Zhang Province retreated suddenly. They were afraid of being ambushed." After making the final knot, he said," I've wrapped it up. Don't worry. I'll help you wash the blood off your body."

He poured some water on the extra cloth and carefully wiped the blood off his back. Then, he realized that this man's figure was really good. He was comparable to the swimming prince XX in the future. "What did you do that made them chase you reluctantly?" Instantly, even his ears began to burn.

What did you do? After the riot subsided, as the marshal, he was powerless to command the three armies. The lack of military orders caused his father to lose confidence, causing the prince to have an opportunity. Ji Cheng shook his head violently and cleared his throat. "Grand Marshal, there's no more..."

"What?" Fu Ting's hand trembled as he packed his luggage. "You killed Ji Cheng... Ji Cheng is dead? !” How could this be? It shouldn't be like this.

People were always smart and muddle-headed for a moment. Fu Ting was extremely intelligent, yet she did not link the Twelve Young Masters in front of her to the Twelve Royal Highnesses. In fact, she did not suspect that Ye Qingcheng was not from the Great Zhou Dynasty at all.

There were also many karma hidden within, so it was no wonder that she did not think of it. First of all, the spear in Ye Qingcheng's hand was a powerful proof that he was pretending to be from the Great Zhou Human Clan.

The weapons of the Northwest Tribe were mostly long sabers, copper hammers, whips, maces and so on. It seemed to be a tradition that the barbarian generals always liked to use weird things. The commanders of the central plateaus used elegant weapons such as long spears, snakes, and spears.

Ji Cheng had been hiding his true abilities when he was promoted to the Grand Marshal of the army. It was only during the riot that he revealed his excellent spear skills. At that time, the capital had lost its source of information. Although they had changed their weapons when they attacked the Zhang Province, there was no way to know how powerful the Grand Marshal's spear skills were. She had even read about Ji Cheng seizing the position of Grand Marshal of the Army from history books. It was definitely not a wartime report.

Most importantly, this was a very strange encounter. It was truly the best way to conceal one's identity. The tokens left behind by the dozen or so Great Zhou's martyrs, the southern accent. The leader of the Talisman Pavilion would never guess that the person in front of him was a righteous person.

If it were anyone else, they would not link the hero who had fought with the enemy until his flesh and blood was badly mutilated to the point that he was a righteous barbarian, "What a good Ye Family's Twelfth Young Master. You are powerful, truly powerful. You actually dared to assassinate the Grand Marshal of the righteous army... " You bastard, you actually assassinated the Crown Prince, the most virtuous monarch in history. The last part of the sentence was already at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it.

It's over, it's over... Fu Ting Zhi thought in a trance, if Ji Cheng died, the people of Great Zhou would have no chance of survival. So he turned his face back and asked very seriously, "Is the Grand Marshal really gone?"

Ye Qingcheng had just experienced riots, wars, betrayal of his subordinates, as well as two days and one night of continuous pursuit. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't make sense of it in a short period of time. It was not easy for him to escape from the Rising to the Heavens and meet the person he wanted to meet the most. His situation could be said to be full of ups and downs. He actually couldn't tell that Fu Ting's words were unkind.

"Yes, it's all gone." He endured for more than ten years before finally obtaining the position, even though he wasn't willing to give it up. His heart turned gray. "Why? You don't believe me?" Holding the silver spear, he stood up. With his head lowered, he tidied his clothes to hide the emotions on his face. "Before long, this news will spread to the north, south, and north of the Great River. You will know this... " He paused for a moment and said, "What I said is not false."

The sigh in his heart could not disappear. Fu Ting thought of the place where everyone had lost. There would only be a lot of assassinations. Even if he managed to escape from the Ye Clan, he might not be able to escape from other heroes. He also thought that perhaps because he had moved the book, the butterfly effect had changed the history of the world. There was no reason to blame this person in front of him.