With cannon fodder, become the best in the world

On the second day, Zhou Zhaoshu sent a team to rebuild the Temple of the God of War. The soldiers worked day and night, and in less than two days, the temple was built.

Zhou Chaoshu sent someone to inform Jiang Yubai that the temple had been built. Xu Tao's life was hanging by a thread, and Jiang Yubai needed the people's offerings to have enough divine power to extend Xu Tao's life. When they heard that the temple had been built, Jiang Yubai and Xu the governor came over immediately.

Governor Xu stared at the statue of the god of war standing in the temple, which was full of flesh, bearded, and holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Jiang Yubai stared at the statue of the God of War, his face turned as black as charcoal!

Zhou Zhaoshu ordered his soldiers to set up the altar. Seeing the different expressions on Governor Xu and Jiang Yubai's faces, he laughed heartily, "How is it? Isn't it efficient? The Zhou family army has always been efficient. Look at this statue of the god of war. It's so majestic and domineering. Look at its figure, appearance, and...weapons."

After pondering for a long time, Governor Xu looked at Jiang Yubai and asked, "Does the God of War look like this?"

Although he didn't pay attention to what the original God of War looked like, he shouldn't look like this.

"That's right. With such an appearance, he is the one who has killed the most evil spirits and made the most contributions in my Zhou family army. Isn't this appearance heroic and domineering? Can't this appearance scare away evil spirits?" Zhou Chao said.

"This is just nonsense!" Jiang Yubai flicked his sleeves and destroyed the statue of the god of war that looked very domineering and scary. How could he look like such a horrible thing?

Zhou Zhaoshu stared at the pile of destroyed stones and said, "Military Advisor, what do you mean by this? You are an adult, unlike my young and ignorant daughter. How could you destroy the statue? Isn't this blasphemy?"

Jiang Yubai's face was full of anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "As the God of War, the number one male god in the God Realm, he should be handsome and slender, and his weapon is the Mysterious Frost Sword, not a kitchen knife."

"How did the army know? Has the military advisor seen the God of War?" Zhou Chaoshu looked at Jiang Yubai thoughtfully.

Jiang Yubai's eyes turned cold. He felt that Zhou Chaoshu was looking at him with a look of gloating. He said bitterly, "I will send someone to deliver a portrait of the God of War later. General Zhou must carefully carve the statue according to the portrait."

Zhou Chao said, "Military Advisor, you still haven't told me how you know what the God of War looks like? Besides, what's wrong with a kitchen knife? No matter how good your kung fu is, you will be afraid of a kitchen knife. Isn't a kitchen knife more powerful than a sword?"

"You offer incense to the God of War every day, so how come you don't know what he looks like? Or did General Zhou deliberately make an ugly statue and say it is the God of War, maliciously slandering the appearance of the god?" Jiang Yubai glared at Zhou Chaoshu coldly and snorted.

Zhou Zhaoshu laughed, "We are busy dealing with demons every day, so how can we have time to come to the temple and pay attention to what the God of War looks like?"

"I hope General Zhou won't be cynical." Jiang Yubai said, turned around and left.

Seeing Jiang and Bai walking away, Zhou Zhaoshu murmured, "It is the common people who offer incense, they dare not look directly at the face of the God of War. Besides, we defend the city every day, and we really have never relied on the God of War."

Sure enough, the servant from the governor's mansion soon brought the portrait of the god of war.

Zhou Chaoshu was not there, so the slave had to deliver the portrait to the adjutant in charge of rebuilding the temple. Zhou Yun was the only one in the tent. The slave was stunned for a moment and handed the portrait to Zhou Yun: "Princess, this is the portrait of the God of War."

Zhou Yun reached out and took the portrait from the slave's hand, unfolded the scroll, and took a look at the statue of the God of War.

Jimo Yanzhou was guzzling soup and gnawing on dry and hard steamed bread, making a lot of noise. Zhou Yun glanced at Jimo Yanzhou who was sitting next to her and gnawing on the steamed bread, and the girl frowned slightly.

Jimo Yanzhou's eyes suddenly widened, and he patted his chest vigorously, probably because the dry and hard steamed bread was blocking his stomach. Zhou Yun walked towards Jimo Yanzhou in a hurry, rolling up the scroll in his hand as he walked.

"Have some soup." Zhou Yun put the scroll on the table in front of Jimo Yanzhou and handed a bowl of soup to Jimo Yanzhou.

Jimo Yanzhou drank several mouthfuls in a row, and then he took a long breath: "The steamed bun hurts my throat, I can't swallow it, Yun'er, don't eat this, eat that steamed bun."

How could a little girl like Xiao Yun'er eat such food like him? When they go back, he must take her to the largest restaurant in Wuling City to eat the best food.

When Jimo Yanzhou put down the bowl, he accidentally knocked over the clay pot on the table, and the soup in the pot immediately soaked the portrait.

The little slave who was delivering the painting was stunned. When he came over, he rushed forward to rescue the portrait, but it was too late.

"Oh, what should I do?" The little slave looked at the scroll with a helpless and weak face.

Jimo Yanzhou glanced at Zhou Yun. Did Xiao Yuner bump his elbow just now, so he knocked over the pot of soup? It shouldn't be like that. Xiao Yuner doesn't have such a scheme. It must be my own carelessness. I am so stupid.

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Seeing the panic-stricken look on Xiaonu's face, Zhou Yun said, "Let Jiang Yubai draw another one."

The little slave trembled and said, "Ask Master Jiang to draw another picture? How dare I? If I mess up, the governor will beat me to death."

Seeing that he had already knelt on the ground, Zhou Yun sighed and said to the little slave: "Well, I just took a look at the statue of the God of War, I will copy it for you again."

"Can the princess really copy it?" The little slave looked at Zhou Yun with some doubt, but at the same time he also hoped that Zhou Yun could really copy it, so that he would be spared the consequences of dereliction of duty.

"Of course, I have had a photographic memory since I was a child. It's just a portrait, but I just took a look at it and I have remembered it." Zhou Yun said, moving the food on the table aside and taking a piece of drawing paper next to it.

"If the princess can save me, I will be very grateful." The little servant came over and grind the ink for her.

Zhou Yun lowered his head and spread the paper, then said nonchalantly: "Just remember what you said today. If I ask you for help in the future, you must do your best."

The little slave quickly spoke up, with a flattering look on his face: "I know that from now on, whatever the princess asks me to do, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Zhou Yun dipped his brush in ink and lowered his head to paint: "It's not necessary to go through fire and water."

The little slave said, "Thank you, my lady. Thank you, my lady. I will keep my word."

Soon, Zhou Yun copied the new image of the God of War. She picked up the rice paper, blew the ink on the paper, and said, "Is it exactly the same?"

The little slave glanced at the portrait and nodded repeatedly: "Same, same, stunning appearance, the number one male god in the God Realm, the God of War looks like this. The princess's painting skills are really superb."

Jimo Yanzhou had already swallowed the wild vegetable steamed bread that was making his throat ache. He came over and said curiously, "Let me take a look, let me take a look."