Li Muchan followed the armored soldiers to a courtyard.

The gatehouse of this compound is huge, and it is obviously the house of a wealthy family. Outside the wall, there is a dense row of armored soldiers, standing motionless with their guns in hand, like iron statues, exuding a formidable aura.

Li Muchan raised his head and looked at it. There were three big characters written on the plaque: "Minglu Hall".

These three words were newly written, with a strong atmosphere, filled with the aura of a warrior and an iron horse, which made people shudder and shocked their hearts.

Li Sima looked at him with a smile and let Li Muchan look up.

After a while, Li Sima said: "Little master, I have wronged you. Go and stay inside for a while, and then we will deal with it after you report it to the captain."

"Yes, thank you Sima." Li Muchan performed a military salute.

Li Sima smiled and said: "Little master, after you go in, you will inevitably be wronged. Just bear it and it will be over. Don't go hard with them. If they fight, you won't be able to get away with it."

"Yes, thank you Sima for the reminder." Li Muchan nodded.

He could hear Li Sima sighing. He entered Minglu Hall and wanted to come out safe and sound. It was extremely difficult. Either his arm or his leg would be broken.

"Bah!" A cloaked guard stepped forward to knock on the door.

A small hole in the door opened, one eye looked out, and then the door was opened. Two big men stood at the door and said respectfully: "Li Sima!"

"Well, he is a new criminal. Send him in." Li Sima waved his hand and said casually.

"Yes." The two strong men replied respectfully. They stepped out and searched Li Muchan's body. They found a curved dagger, looked at it, put it away, and said in a deep voice: "Go in, stay well, don't

Make trouble, otherwise, the crime will be increased!"

Li Muchan did not resist, saluted Li Sima, turned around and entered the courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet with no sound at all. Two strong men respectfully sent Li Sima off and then took him into a room.

The room was very wide. From east to west, it was completely a big kang. There were more than a dozen big men lying on it. Their feet smelled terrible. Li Muchan frowned and then let go. As if nothing had happened, he had come and settled down.

A big man said: "You can just live here!...What have you done?"

"Kill someone." Li Muchan said.

"...Uh, good, just lie down!" The big man's face changed slightly, he pointed to the kang, and said loudly: "Give way, there are not many people, and it takes up a lot of space, are you looking for death?"

A dozen big men on the kang moved inside to make room, and Li Muchan sat down.

"Okay, go to bed quickly!" the two big men shouted, turned and left.

The weather has turned cold, but there are no beddings here, only a big kang and a mat, with more than a dozen big men lying on them, some even shirtless.

Li Muchan glanced at them and saw that they were all strong and full of energy.

As soon as he lay down, a big man next to him whispered: "Whose gang are you from? Who is the captain?"

"Zhao Shengli." Li Muchan smiled.

"It's Zhao Tietou." The big man yelled, shook his head and said, "This guy is overbearing and overbearing. It's bad luck under his hands."

The big man had a square face and a kind expression. Li Muchan smiled.

"What did you say you committed just now?" the big man asked again, but he didn't hear clearly just now.

Li Muchan said: "Kill people."

"Good boy, kill someone!" The big man stuck out his tongue and looked at Li Muchan: "You are not a monk, why did you become a soldier?"

Li Muchan smiled: "Being a soldier is also a practice."

"That can also kill people?" the big man asked again.

Li Muchan nodded, took the clothes next to him, swept the mat, and lay down.

"Little monk, how many people have you killed?" another big man asked.

"Six." Li Muchan said.

"Good boy, six of them!" The big man next to him exclaimed, "What's going on?"

Li Muchan lay on his back, resting his arms on his pillow and said, "It's nothing."

When he didn't say anything, a big man sneered and said, "Young monk, are you bragging?"

People echoed: "Six, you killed six, and you are still fine, not hurt at all?"

Li Muchan smiled, turned his head and turned his back to them, thinking about his own thoughts.

Seeing that he ignored him, everyone couldn't figure out what was true. They didn't dare to do anything for a while. They murmured a few times and slowly lay down to sleep, and the quietness returned to the room.

Li Muchan was lying on the kang, thinking about the gains and losses. It was not wrong to kill someone this time. He had already thought about it. It would be better to solve it as soon as possible to avoid being plotted on the battlefield in the future.

He had already understood the military law in advance. This situation was considered self-defense. If he hurt someone, it would be fine. If he killed someone, he would have passed. But the crime would not lead to death, so he would only receive a small punishment.

The key is those four people. Their words are extremely important. They killed Yue Feihu first and they were the first to do it, and he was exempted from a large part of the punishment.

No matter what dynasty we are in, the laws are similar.

At a small cost, it eliminates future troubles and establishes prestige. It kills two birds with one stone. It couldn't be better.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, everyone was still sleeping, snoring and thundering, and they were in a good mood.

He got up and got off the kang and walked out of the house. He found a large courtyard with a rockery in the middle and flower beds to the east and west, but the flowers had faded.

At this time, there were more than a dozen big men practicing martial arts. Some stood motionless, while others danced their fists, whistling in the wind, showing extraordinary power.

Li Muchan glanced at them and didn't recognize their martial arts.

He found a corner and began to practice the Flying Bear Palm Technique. He quickly entered the state. As he moved, waves of heat traveled through his body, feeling indescribably comfortable and moisturizing his flesh and blood.

The Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill has reached the fifth level, and its power is the same as before. He is no longer afraid of ordinary swords and spears. However, the soldiers around him are all trained, strong and powerful. The swords and spears they use are more powerful. He does not dare to use them.

Test yourself.

Amid the lingering heat, he continued practicing until breakfast.

During breakfast, two big men carried two large buckets of food, each of them had a large bowl of rice and two vegetables. The food was no different from the food outside.

Li Muchan went into the house, ate together, and then found another place to practice the Flying Bear Palm Technique.

He likes the feeling when practicing Qigong, like bathing in hot springs, which is very intoxicating.

However, practicing this Kung Fu makes you tired very easily and consumes a lot of your body. No wonder you have to practice the first level of martial arts first and have a strong body before you can afford it.

If it were Li Baolu and the others who practiced the Flying Bear Palm Technique, they would have to fall down from exhaustion after just one practice.

Li Muchan has a strong body, tempered by the indestructible divine power of the Vajra, his internal organs are strong, and his Qi pulse is long, far superior to others. Even after practicing all morning, he is only a little tired.

He found that the more tired the body, the better the effect of practice. However, there is a prerequisite for this, that is, the movements must be accurate and not out of shape.

If it's just a little bit out of shape, there will be no effect immediately. A slight difference can be a huge mistake. When the head teacher taught this skill, he had strict requirements on the movements. This is the reason.

Therefore, there are many people who are determined to work hard and want to practice hard and make great strides, but often they are unable to do so, their body is tired, and no matter how strong their mind is, they cannot make their movements as accurate as before.

In this way, practicing forcefully will only achieve half the result with twice the result, and it is better to rest than to rest. Therefore, it is not easy to surpass others and stand out.

Li Muchan has an advantage in practicing the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility. Ordinary people can only practice it for one hour a day, but he can practice it continuously for three or four hours, or even longer. The progress will naturally be different.

The sun quickly moved away from the sky, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. Li Muchan stopped flying bear paws, walked slowly in the courtyard, familiarized himself with the terrain, and observed everyone carefully.

There are about fifty people in this courtyard. They are all strong and strong, and they have evil aura about them. They are obviously not new soldiers.

Li Muchan thought, more than a month has passed, and the recruitment is about to end. There are no more recruits in the Xiaoqi Battalion except himself. Is it because the standards of the Xiaoqi Battalion are high, or because there are few people joining the army?

It must be the former. After all, joining the army is a shortcut to getting ahead and gaining glory and wealth. The status of soldiers is extremely high, and the rewards for victory are also generous, which is a great temptation for young people.

As he walked, he observed the surroundings. Most of the people were living together. They were living in peace, without fighting, and they looked very peaceful.

But he could feel that there was a depressing atmosphere surrounding him.

He walked to the rockery, followed the path next to it, and wanted to turn to the back of the mountain to have a look. Three people stood in front of him, blocking his way.

The person in charge is in his thirties, not tall, chubby, short in stature, with a big square face, sword-shaped eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose. Logically speaking, he can be said to have a good-looking appearance, but he has a certain aura about him.

Evil spirit, violent and cruel eyes.

There were two people standing behind him, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left had an oval face, a thin figure, and small eyes, staring at Li Muchan.

The other man was tall and burly, with a long face and a simple and honest look. He was smiling at Li Muchan with a friendly look on his face.

Li Muchan stopped and looked at the three of them without saying anything.

The three of them also looked at him and said nothing. People around him glanced over secretly and quickly turned away, pretending not to see anything or know anything.

The three of them stared at Li Muchan, who looked at the man in charge calmly.

As time goes by, the air seems to gradually solidify.

Li Muchan looked at ease, calm and motionless, even showing a faint smile, looking down upon their tactics and shaking his head.

The man in charge looked at him sideways and raised the corner of his mouth: "Are you the new little monk?"

Li Muchan nodded: "Exactly, I haven't asked the three noble names yet."

"I'm so brave!" The big man waved his hand and said impatiently: "Whether you know my name or not, it doesn't make any difference. In other words, you know the new rules, right?"

Li Muchan was startled and smiled: "What are the rules?"

Xiong Sihai coughed and said proudly: "First call me brother, and then pour tea and water to serve you!"
To be continued...