Listening to these people's praise and discussion about the unlucky guy, An Qingli was already sure that that person was 90% master Mu Sheng.
The little Pegasus was in the mustard space, swinging its purple bangs and marveling at it. It seemed that it had a new seriousness about gray luck.
Gray luck is not necessarily bad luck. In some cases, it can be your own life-saving talisman.
Other people's bad luck is his own good luck. Although Mu Sheng must have lived in fear and hardship along the way.
An Qingli slowly washed clothes until dark.
Some people can't help but go to the toilet.
Humans and immortals in the upper realm all need to eat normally, so going to the toilet is perfectly normal.
However, there were no toilets specially built for women in the barracks, so they had to use the haystacks. This was the rule in the past.
In a place with a lot of men, who would care about these dispensable women?
In addition, when these women entered the military camp, the only low-level magic weapons and fairy weapons they had with them, including storage bags and the like, had already been ordered to be handed over.
"You have to be careful if you need to go to the toilet." A woman warned with an unclear meaning, "Call someone together. There are all men here, especially at night. At night, cats, dogs, etc., are all possible.
Get out, tsk..."
An Qingli stopped the clothes in his hands, walked out of the tent with a few women, and walked around to the thatch behind the tent.
"Everyone, please come closer and don't get separated." Someone warned in an uneasy tone.
An Qingli squatted down in the thatched jungle.
The moonlight was a little dim, and there were insects chirping in the grass.
Suddenly there was a slight sound in the grass, like the sound of a snake passing through the grass.
An Qingli turned his head and caught a glimpse of a hand covering the mouth of a woman next to him.
The woman didn't resist, but glared at An Qingli and told her to mind her own business.
The owner of the hand also pointed at An Qingli and made a warning gesture of wiping his neck.
As expected, An Qingli turned his head and pretended not to see anything.
Out of sight is pure.
Then there were several more sounds in the grass.
As for what happened, Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi could see clearly.
"Master, there are candidates for everyone with wrinkles on their faces, why are you worse than them..." The little Pegasus pretended to sigh. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or worried about his master's appearance at the moment.
Because the owner dressed up too thoughtfully, and when he lifted up his sleeves, he saw that he was also a sickly man with a sallow face and thin muscles.
"Speak nicely." An Qingli frowned slightly, and the bangs in front of Little Pegasus' forehead suddenly lost half of their hair.
When we went out, there were thirty-one people, and when we came back, there were only twenty-five people left.
"Hey, do you want to go look for me?" someone said in a panic.
"What are you looking for?" A woman with a wrinkled face said with a smile, "I'll be back by myself in an hour or two. Maybe I'll take the initiative to become a mistress."
Some women also laughed, and the tent room also laughed. In fact, among them, some of them came to wash clothes for a fake reason, and to meet their husbands and lovers was the real thing.
Someone discovered that An Qingli, who had the highest level of cultivation, had not returned either.
"Tsk, tsk, it's true that people are not judged by their appearance." Someone joked, "I didn't expect that a little sick and consumptive person would have a good match among these men."
"Small?" A mother-in-law was puzzled. The sick man didn't look small at all.
"Of course she is young." A woman said, "Didn't you hear the gatekeeper say that she is only over a thousand years old?"
"Yes, yes." Someone finally thought about it, "You are so young and you look like that, but you are really unlucky."
An Qingli, who was thought to be ill-fated, "picked up" a man's armor nearby in the grass and put it on himself.
The man who lost the armor watched helplessly as someone took away his armor, but he did not dare to say anything.
"Smelly bitch!"
The man who threw the armor gritted his teeth and cursed, a little regretting the gesture of wiping An Qingli's neck just now.
I didn't expect that woman to be so vengeful.
Fortunately, this is not the only set of armor.
An Qingli was tall. He wore several layers of clothes and tied some strips of cloth around his waist, so he looked like a man.
When he used the Wanxiang Pearl to wander around in the lower world, An Qingli often dressed up in various ways.
The moonlight was still a little dim. An Qingli waited in the grass for a long time, then followed a few soldiers who were leaving in a hurry and took a detour back to a camp.
The campground is large and a bit messy.
An Qingli went outside a large tent. Inside, there were people lying around. They were all patients with missing arms and legs and serious injuries waiting for their wounds to heal.
Zhan Mo County is poor, and the soldiers here are not rich either.
Some people have broken arms and legs and cannot enjoy high-level elixirs at all, so they can only live with broken arms and legs for the rest of their lives.
People in the lower world love to praise you for your good looks and the appearance of an immortal.
But the appearance of an immortal is coupled with the embarrassing appearance of those in front of them who are missing arms and legs.
There were painful wails inside the tent.
An Qingli clutched his stomach, limped, pretending to be a wounded person, and sat slumped outside the tent, accompanying some seriously injured people, staring blankly at the moon in the sky, not knowing who or what he was thinking about.
There are specialized doctors who carry medicine boxes and treat people in this tent.
But the doctor's expression was also a little numb. He had seen too much, so he became numb.
At dawn, the horn was blown in the camp.
The horn sounded loud and urgent.
This is the rallying call. People in the military camp have to go to the drill ground to practice the formations and tactics to face the enemy.
"Are you going?"
Three meters away to An Qingli's right, a soldier aged fifteen or sixteen made a sound.
This man was much younger than Hong Sandan, but his eyes were dark and gray.
He was sent here when he was very young, and he half-understood the art of changing formations. When he was strong enough, he went to the battlefield for the first time.
He is still alive now, and it is a life he has saved.
"Those who are sent to the seriously injured camp don't need to go." Someone covered the wound on his stomach and coughed, "But if you want to save your life on the battlefield in the future, it's better to go there and become more skilled."
"Okay, let's go. It's just a training exercise anyway, not a formal confrontation with the enemy."
Several people supported each other and ran to the training ground.
An Qingli lamely followed behind as hard as he could.
There was still morning fog on the training ground, and it was impossible to see the end.
In a training ground with 300,000 people, a group of wounded soldiers stood in a corner of the training ground.
A one-eyed Da Luo Jinxian, holding a big sword in his hand, stood in the void.
Originally, the Daluo Jinxian was far away. In An Qingli's opinion, it was only the size of a fist.
But suddenly, the figure of the one-eyed Daluo Jinxian swayed, and his whole body immediately became more than a hundred feet tall, and even the knife in his hand became more than seventy or eighty feet long.
The person is tall, the sword is shining coldly, and the momentum is extremely threatening.
Although An Qingli knew that it was just a kind of illusion, he was still shocked when such a huge human figure stood in front of him.