Although he respected capable people and saw Li Muchan's mysterious archery skills, he was determined not to give in and would not bow his head. He would rather be killed than serve General Hua.

Such a mediocre person will only ruin the lives of the soldiers. Serving for him is purely aiding the evildoers. Even if he dies, he will not be embarrassed to see others. It is better to die in peace.

Li Muchan did not refute that General Hua was not a mediocre person, but followed his words and persuaded him. Even though General Hua was a mediocre person, he needed the help of talented people around him. By following General Hua, he would be able to save the lives of the soldiers. The merits are immeasurable, so why bother?

Not for.

This tent is extremely simple, it doesn't even have a bed, and is only covered with thick and soft carpets. Shenguang City is adjacent to the prairie, with many cattle and sheep, so carpets are easy to come by and not very valuable.

Li Muchan was sitting cross-legged, smiling slightly and looking calm, while Zhang Anping was lying on his back with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he was talking lazily.

As soon as Li Muchan said these words, Zhang Anping slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickering thoughtfully.

"The saying is that what you hear is false and what you see is true. Just because others said the general was stupid, you came to assassinate him. In my opinion, you are stupid!" Li Muchan shook his head, saying this without politeness.

Zhang Anping hummed and looked up at the sky.

Li Muchan continued: "Whether a general is foolish or wise can only be judged by seeing it with your own eyes. If you are not with the general, how can you know what he is like?"

Zhang Anping stared above the tent without saying a word.

Li Muchan was silent for a long time, staring at him until he felt uncomfortable, and then said: "It's better to stay with the general and see with your own eyes!"

He stood up slowly, shook his head and said, "Whether you want to go or stay, think about it carefully."

Zhang Anping watched him leave, withdrew his gaze, scratched his head, and sighed in distress. He had no choice at all whether to stay or go. Looking at this posture, Master Mingkong would not kill him, but would imprison him.

His arrow skills are unpredictable and he can't escape by himself, even if he sets up a formation, he has to stay. In this case, it's better to follow Hua and see if he is wrong.

Li Muchan lifted the curtain and went in. General Hua was reading. He raised his head and said with a smile, "Master, have you been convinced?"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "The heat is almost there, it will be done in about two days."

"Haha, Master is so patient." General Hua put down the book gently, shook his head and laughed.

This piece of Anping is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. I have always been careful about being calm and not impatient. When I met this guy, I couldn't help but feel murderous. I thought about it once and for all to avoid trouble.

Li Muchan smiled: "With sincerity, gold and stone will open!"

"With sincerity, gold and stone are opened, that's right! Haha..." General Hua laughed, stood up and said: "Master's profound Dharma will surely influence him. I will wait and see!"

Li Muchan Heshi proclaimed the Buddha's name and sat back on the futon behind him.

On the evening of the next day, Li Muchan left the general's tent again, raised the curtain and entered a nearby tent. Zhang Anping was lying on his back, looking at him lazily and motionless.

Li Muchan showed a smile, came to sit next to him, half-smiling but not smiling: "Donor Zhang, have you thought about it?...General, he is wise and powerful..."

Zhang Anping hurriedly raised his hand: "Okay, you don't need to say more!...Grandma, I promise, I will sacrifice my life for that general!"

"Donor Zhang is wise." Li Muchan said solemnly.

He laughed secretly in his heart, Tang Sanzang's tricks from later generations were indeed wonderful, and his sincere words were so powerful that no one could stand it.

After a little test of his skills, Zhang Anping couldn't stand this smelly and hard one. How wonderful!

"Grandma!" Zhang Anping got up angrily, glared at him and hummed: "I would rather be killed by a knife than die by your nagging!"

Li Muchan smiled: "Let me call you Brother Zhang. Brother Zhang, we will be under the same account in the future and we can be considered a family!"

He stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Someone will tell you what to pay attention to, so I won't make any noise."

After that, he walked out of the tent cleanly.

Zhang Anping was startled, and when he saw that he had actually gone out, he scratched his head and hummed to himself: "Little monk, you can change your face very quickly!"

Now that Zhang Anping has surrendered, Li Muchan will no longer waste his words. His time is too precious to waste.

The Nine-turn Marrow Cleansing Sutra has been completed, and the movements have been choreographed, but there is no time to practice. The Arrow Control Technique has been completed, but it still needs to be studied carefully. The dragon-shaped blood refining, but I have been practicing it, turning blood into mercury, and progressing very quickly.

While meditating, I practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu, and my exercises were in a good state. My appearance became less and less apparent, and I looked more frail and weak, as if I didn't know how to do martial arts.

Go to bed at night and practice the Observation of Heaven and God's Illumination Sutra. Entering the Observation of Heaven and God's Illumination, the six heart beads turn into vertical eyes, the body appears on the lotus, bathed in the moonlight, nourishing the body, feeling as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

As for the Canghai Divine Art, he has already perfected it, but he still tries to figure it out from time to time. The taste is endless. Every time he tries to figure it out, he always has some understanding, which is more and more mysterious.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Muchan closed his eyes and formed a meditation seal with his hands. Ji Wuming suddenly asked for instructions from outside. General Hua responded, opened the curtain, and Zhang Anping followed Ji Wuming in.

When Ji Wuming saw Li Muchan was there, he retreated, and Zhang Anping stood in front of the Xuan case.

General Hua stood up, came to him, and said with a smile: "It's rare that General Zhang is so open-minded, so I just stay in the tent to help with the military planning."

"Yes, General." Zhang Anping agreed weakly with his head drooping.

General Hua smiled and didn't care, and said: "The master is also proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia. You can study carefully and brainstorm, and you will gain something."

"...Yes, General." Zhang Anping responded lazily.

Outside Shenguang City

A mile away from the city wall, tents are like clouds, stretching for several miles, blocking out the sky and the sun. Standing on the city wall of Shenguang City and looking down, the white tents are endless, which makes people despair.

Standing on the east wall were four veterans, all in their thirties, in their prime, with piercing eyes and evil energy flowing throughout their bodies.

They were all wearing iron armor, shining with silver light in the sunlight. This was the unique silver scale armor of Shenguang Camp.

The sides of the armor are like fish scales, covering each other one by one, and the key parts such as the heart and internal organs are extremely thick. Unless the crossbow is fired at close range, there is no danger to life, let alone the sword.

The Shenguang Battalion faced the Dongchu cavalry directly. The quality of the soldiers was not as good as that of Dongchu, but the equipment was better. Otherwise, they would not have been able to stop the Dongchu cavalry for decades.

The silver scales were shining with silver light, and they wore long swords on their waists. Their movements were calm and steady. The four of them stood side by side, facing outside the city, looking coldly at the tents in the distance.

A middle-aged man has a square face, a broad mouth, clear eyes, a full beard under his chin, and a rough demeanor.

He shook his head and sighed: "Damn it, these Dongchu people are really crazy. Looking at this situation, they insist on attacking our Shenguang City! ... They are just looking for death!"

A thin middle-aged man next to him shook his head, stroking his beard and sneered: "It's a small trick, I estimate that half of these tents are empty, that's just scary!"

He has a slender face, a clear spirit, bright and lively eyes, and three long locks of beard under his chin, giving him the air of a scholar.

"That makes sense!" The other two nodded in agreement.

The square-faced middle-aged man sighed: "This year is strange. The Dongchu people suddenly increased their troops. Are they not afraid that the Great Khan will take the opportunity to raid their home?"

The thin middle-aged man stroked his clear beard under his chin and said slowly: "I estimate that Dong Chu and the Great Khan may have reached an agreement, or the Great Khan encountered difficulties and could not send troops, so they took the opportunity to attack us!"

The square-faced middle-aged man slapped the wall angrily, and the blue bricks made a muffled "bang" sound. He hummed: "The people of Dongchu are despicable and shameless, and they actually assassinated the general!"

The other two people nodded, gnashing their teeth and cursing, wishing they could eat the assassins and wipe out Dong Chu.

The thin middle-aged man shook his head and disagreed: "A soldier never tires of deceit. Capture the thief first and capture the king. This method is not a big deal. It's just that we were unprepared."

He sighed: "The people of Dongchu have always been straightforward and will not play tricks. No one expected that they would become like this all of a sudden!"

A middle-aged man with a pockmarked face looked around, pointed in front of his lips, and lowered his voice: "I heard that a senior official of our court defected and was reused by the Emperor of Dongchu."

The square-faced middle-aged man said: "Well, Wang Mazi, your brother is from the accounting office. Did he say that?"

Wang Mazi nodded and said in a low voice: "This caused a big storm in the court. When that person arrived in Dongchu, he was actually granted the title of Marquis Jingping."

"What a powerful Emperor of Dong Chu!" the thin middle-aged man sighed.

Wang Mazi said: "This guy is so evil that he has bad ideas. First, he sent a master to assassinate the general. The general was blessed with great fortune, and they also issued a reward order. The city has not been peaceful these days!"

Another short, fat middle-aged man hummed: "There are many masters coming to the city. Grandma, they really treat us like trash. They can come whenever they want!"

Wang Mazi whispered: "The general ordered not to pay attention to them. In my opinion, the general just wants to have a one-pot meal."

"Haha, our general is not a loser!" the square-faced man said with a smile.

The thin middle-aged man stroked his beard and frowned: "To be honest, the general's bodyguards are pretty good on the battlefield, but they are a little worse against martial arts figures."

Wang Mazi smiled proudly: "Don't you know, the general has a new guard... This is top secret news and cannot be spread outside."

The square-faced man hummed: "Have a drink at the Early Spring Hall!"

Wang Mazi suddenly smiled brightly and raised his thumb: "Old Peng, you are still so generous!"

Lao Peng, a middle-aged man with a square face, glared at him: "Stop talking nonsense and tell me quickly! ... What is the background of the guard?"

Wang Mazi said sternly: "Everyone must not spread the word, otherwise, if it spreads, it will implicate my brother, and I will be embarrassed to see others!"

"Don't worry, we are all iron door bolts!" Lao Peng urged.

Wang Mazi whispered: "This new guard is a monk. He is young, but he is highly valued by the general. He has become his personal guard and will never leave his body!"

"Monk?" Lao Peng asked.

Wang Mazi nodded: "He is a young monk!"

"How young?" Lao Peng asked.

"Eighteen or nineteen years old." Wang Mazi said seriously.

Lao Peng looked at the other two people, who also looked surprised.

He hummed: "Eighteen or nineteen years old? Even if you practice martial arts in your mother's womb, you won't be able to get anywhere!"

The thin middle-aged man stroked his beard and shook his head, and said slowly: "I can't say for sure. There are many young heroes in the martial arts nowadays, such as Monk Xinjue of Landuo Temple, Li Yujiao of Shengxue Peak, and there are also many on Xiankong Island.

Masters,...the most powerful one is Wen Yinyue of the Canghai Sword Sect. It is said that he is better than his master, and he is the number one young master!"

"Is he the monk Xinjue?" Lao Peng asked hurriedly.

The thin middle-aged man shook his head: "Logically speaking, no!... Our army has always been a forbidden area for civilian martial arts. It is impossible for Landuo Temple to send people to join the army."
To be continued...