Ji Wuming was in front, striding forward happily, carrying a person in each hand, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at the Chinese army's tent, opened the curtain and went in.
Li Muchan followed him in, and saw General Hua sitting behind the case reading. He was dressed in rich clothes, with a calm expression and a cool demeanor. The six of them, Lao Zhao, stood in a hexagon, surrounding him.
"Haha, General, Mingkong's archery skills are amazing!" Ji Wuming shouted excitedly as soon as he entered, and threw the two of them in front of the case.
"Bang! Bang!" There were two muffled sounds, and the two of them fell to the ground like stone statues, motionless.
Seeing that he was weird, General Hua put down his book, looked down at him, and said with a smile: "Is this an acupuncture point?"
Ji Wuming nodded: "Exactly, Mingkong's archery skills are so powerful!"
Lao Zhao and the other six also glanced at Li Muchan strangely and looked down at the two men.
Ji Wuming was very excited and couldn't help but praise: "The two arrows from Mingkong were shot at the same time, and they were separated by a layer of tent. It's amazing, it's amazing!"
Li Muchan smiled: "Old Ji, this is nothing. It's just a small skill. Don't dare to take it seriously."
Ji Wuming smiled and shook his head: "Hey, Mingkong, you are just a little trick, the guys from the Divine Arrow Camp are going home to farm!"
He personally witnessed Li Muchan's magical arrows, shooting two arrows at the same time, coming out from two holes, and hitting two martial arts masters silently. This kind of archery skill is truly amazing.
He felt that his language was pale and his tongue was dull, and he could not describe Li Muchan's power at all. He felt powerless and could only shake his head and sigh with a look of amazement.
Lao Zhao said: "Mingkong, how did you find them?"
He really didn't understand. Logically speaking, among the seven people, he had the sharpest ears and should be able to detect movement, but he didn't notice anything.
It's not that I'm not good at it, it's that these two guys are so powerful that Mingkong can detect them, which is really weird.
Li Muchan smiled: "My intuition is stronger than ordinary people."
"Intuition?" Lao Zhao looked suspicious, feeling that it was too vague and unreliable.
Li Muchan said: "I have been practicing meditation since I was a child. My mind is sharper and I am more sensitive to hostility. These two people hide their bodies well, but they can't hide their murderous intent."
Lao Zhao and everyone nodded slowly. It is not surprising that monks who cultivate their minds do have some magical powers and are more sensitive to murderous intent.
General Hua smiled and said: "I see, Mingkong, your ability is indeed mysterious."
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "This is just a rudimentary skill and will be useless on the battlefield."
Everyone nodded, it was true. On the battlefield, the most important thing was martial arts. If your martial arts were not strong, everything would be in vain.
Ji Wuming chuckled and said, "With Ming Kong here, it's easy for us. As long as we follow the general, we don't have to be on guard."
"That's right!" Old Zhao laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.
"From today on, Mingkong will stay with me." General Hua said.
Li Muchan happily agreed. He also wanted to stay with General Hua and understand his strategies. It is not easy to be a general. He must be proficient in using military books and strategies.
Just reading military books and strategies is of little use. You have to understand them yourself, but it is of no use if you understand them. There is no opportunity to practice them and no experience. They are all empty talk and of no use.
Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, practice is crucial.
If you want to become a general, staying with a general, experiencing it personally, and understanding it carefully is the right path. Without such an opportunity, you will never be able to become a general.
If you want to become a general, there are two ways. One is to get a job first and then slowly learn from the official position. The other way is to be the general's bodyguard and learn from the general.
The former requires promotion step by step and qualifications, while the latter is a simple path, but it is also strict. Unless you are a great talent, the general will not promote you.
When such people go out, they represent the general's face. If they don't do it well, they will lose the general's face.
Therefore, the general will be very strict, so as not to follow the truth, lose face, lose dignity, and lose the big for the small.
But no matter what, taking this step is a crucial step. Without this step, if you want to be promoted, you can only slowly gain seniority or accumulate military merit.
Military merit is not so easy to obtain. It is truly earned with swords and guns and a narrow escape from death.
People who have won military merits often fight bravely. After a battle, they will win military merits, but bravery is easy to die. After several battles, those who die the most are the brave ones.
Li Muchan, who has practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill and has exquisite archery skills, is out of the scope of normal people and cannot do it accurately.
Lao Zhao and the others looked at Li Muchan with envy, and Ji Wuming's eyes also shone.
Although they are General Hua's bodyguards, they are not a tent. They have to avoid military secrets. Li Muchan is different. He teaches by words and deeds and has a promising future.
General Hua smiled and said: "Let's start now, you sit behind me."
Li Muchan performed a military salute, took a chair, sat down behind General Hua, closed his eyes, and remained motionless, as if he had turned into a statue.
Ji Wuming and Lao Zhao looked at Li Muchan with envy and sighed secretly, what a good life!
General Hua waved his sleeves: "Interrogate them and ask them what's going on."
"Yes." The seven people responded respectfully.
The seven men took the two men down, and only Li Muchan and General Hua were left in the tent.
General Hua turned around and looked at Li Muchan. Seeing that he was motionless, like an old monk in meditation, with a solemn appearance, he smiled and nodded, then turned back to read.
For the next ten days, Li Muchan followed General Hua, sitting on a futon two feet away, motionless except for eating, just like a statue.
He blended in with the aura of the entire tent, becoming indistinguishable from each other, and the aura around him seemed to disappear.
He was dressed in a gray monk's robe, his breath was elegant and free, the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if he had stepped out of the world of mortals and was no longer among the five elements. His heart of compassion for heaven and humanity looked down upon all living beings.
Since the Canghai Divine Art was perfected, his temperament has changed invisibly, becoming more and more detached and unrestrained. Every move he makes moves like clouds and flowing water, as if his body has turned into white clouds.
Sometimes, General Hua would have the illusion that there was no one behind him. He would turn around and see Li Muchan sitting upright, but when he turned back, he could not feel him.
As a general, he has fought all the way from the battlefield. His intuition is astonishing. Although he is not as good as Li Muchan, he is still extraordinary. Moreover, he has practiced the dragon form and his martial arts is also very advanced.
He also couldn't detect Li Muchan, which showed how hidden he was, and he secretly admired him.
Li Muchan devoted himself wholeheartedly to deducing the art of controlling arrows, and had some vague clues. Occasionally, he paid attention to General Hua's behavior.
General Hua was elegant and personable, acted smartly, and dealt with problems cleanly and effortlessly. Li Muchan admired him and felt that he had a special charm.
Although he has a clear understanding of life and death and a profound understanding of Buddhism, he still needs to learn if he wants to turn it into action. He has benefited a lot from watching General Hua act.
That evening, Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes and whispered: "General, someone is coming outside."
"Oh——?" General Hua was writing something. When he heard this, he put down his pen and turned around and said, "Who is it?"
"Uninvited guests with evil intentions." Li Muchan sighed, his eyes were calm, and he shook his head and said, "Looks like he doesn't look like someone from Dong Chu."
"Is it a meticulous work?" General Hua frowned and shook his head: "When did Shenguang Camp become like this, letting people come in and out as if it were nothing!"
Li Muchan said: "General, the martial arts in the army are exquisite. The folk martial arts are worse, but they are also mysterious. It is inevitable that there will be masters. No wonder everyone is not vigilant."
"Alas..." General Hua shook his head and sighed: "Yes, even though I killed the master who came last time, I still feel frightened when I think about it. He is really respectable and terrifying."
His face was heavy and his eyes were wandering, remembering the last assassination.
His martial arts skills were astonishing, and Ji Wuming and the other seven were also extremely skilled. Normal assassins could not get close enough to him and were directly stopped by them.
The person who assassinated the person last time was a top-notch expert. He sneaked in quietly and delivered a fatal blow. Thanks to his high martial arts skills, he moved an inch of his body sideways when he was in danger to avoid the heart. Otherwise, he would have died directly.
There is poison on the sword, and it is as poisonous as the red top of a crane.
He cultivated the dragon form, his body was strong, and he was barely able to move, and he killed the man, but the man didn't care about life and death, and gave another fatal blow, trading his life for his life.
As a result, he was severely injured again, killed the man, and passed out directly. When he woke up, more than ten days had passed. Shenguang Camp was defeated, with heavy casualties, and the entire area around Shenguang City fell into enemy hands.
Such a master was willing to sacrifice his life just to assassinate himself. This ruthlessness frightened him, so when he saw Li Muchan, he immediately wanted to take him as his bodyguard.
Li Muchan frowned, flicked his broad monk sleeves, and the bow and arrow beside him floated to his hand. The ruthless sleeves became more exquisite and refined, and he moved with one heart.
He picked up two eagle-feather arrows, strung them, turned around and said, "General, do you want to capture them?"
"Thank you." General Hua nodded. He had just observed carefully and noticed nothing strange. He admired it and his tone was very polite.
As soon as Li Muchan let go, there was a flash of black light, and the two carved feather arrows suddenly disappeared. Only a small hole appeared in the tent, but no carved feather arrows were seen.
"Uh..." A muffled groan came from not far away. General Hua raised his eyebrows and realized that the two people were thirty feet away, a long way apart.
He smiled bitterly, no wonder he didn't realize it. It was too far away. Within ten feet, mosquitoes and flies could not hide it from him, but from thirty feet away, it couldn't be hidden.
"General?" Ji Wuming's voice sounded outside the tent.
General Hua said: "Xiao Ji, there are two assassins outside, drag them down for trial."
"...Yes." Ji Wuming nodded hurriedly.
He sighed secretly, knowing that it was Li Muchan's hand again. With him here, the assassin couldn't get close at all, and his seven bodyguards had no use.
However, he also had lingering fears about the last assassination, and he still feels chilled when he thinks about it. Seeing how powerful Li Muchan was, not only was he not jealous, but he was happy.
The general is here, and they are here. If the general dies, they will have no shame in living. In this way, the more powerful Li Muchan is, the safer the general is, and the safer they are.
Li Muchan put down his bow, formed a seal with his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and settled the old monk again. The treasure was solemn and sacred, motionless like a statue, just like a Buddha statue in a Buddhist temple.
General Hua cupped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, master."
Li Muchan opened his eyes and closed his eyes with a smile: "General, you are too polite. Just call me Mingkong... I am in his position and planning his affairs. It is not my responsibility to care."
General Hua smiled and said: "Mingkong, you have special skills, so being a guard would be unfair to you!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "With my special skills, it is best to be a guard. Being able to do my part for the general is also a matter of immeasurable merit."
"Okay, you're welcome, general." General Hua smiled.
Footsteps sounded, and Ji Wuming's voice sounded: "General, the results are out!"
"Come in and talk." General Hua said.
Ji Wuming walked in through the curtain, strode like lightning, and when he reached the case, he glanced at Li Muchan behind him, clasped his fists in salute, and said, "General, I've come to find out, these three people are not from Dongchu."
"Yes." General Hua nodded and asked warmly: "Since you are not from Dongchu, why did you assassinate me?"
Ji Wuming's face was heavy, gloomy to the point of dripping water, and he hummed: "They are stimulated by the bounty offered by the people of Dong Chu... There is a bounty on the head of the master in Dong Chu, one hundred thousand taels of gold, the title of Feng Hou, hereditary replacement,
No matter which country you are from, everyone will receive this reward."
General Hua shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The people of Dongchu are really willing to give up!"
Although he was the commander-in-chief of the Shenguang Battalion, he was not granted a title of marquis. However, by killing him, Dong Chu actually got a title of marquis. It was really a big deal.
The five major titles of Duke, Marquis, Uncle, Son, and Male, plus the top layer of kings with different surnames, make a total of six titles. They are special classes and are common in the world, whether it is Dayan, Dongchu, Khan, or even Western Zhao, Nan
Reason, everyone recognizes the status.
There is a general rule in the world that only the clans of each country have the right to punish people with six major titles. Moreover, the crime is not worthy of death. No matter how big the crime is, even if it is treason, the maximum is to be imprisoned and never to be killed.
Even during war, once a person with a title is captured, there is no risk of death and he can be redeemed with money. If a person with a title from the enemy country is killed, the nobles of the country will not agree and will kill him.
This class exists independently of the limitations of the country. How can it not be tempting?
Not only for one hundred thousand taels of gold, but also for the title of Po Fenghou, countless people would fight tooth and nail.
Thinking of this, General Hua shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"General, we're in trouble now!" Ji Wuming knew he was powerful and his face was heavy.
General Hua waved his hand: "The soldiers will stop us, and the water will cover us. It's no big deal. You can go out first."
Ji Wuming hesitated for a moment and then said, "... General, let's report to the higher ups. The seven of us, including Ming Kong, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop..."
"Let me think about it." General Hua waved his hand.
Ji Wuming looked at him, then left in frustration. Before leaving, he glanced at Li Muchan, expressing his desire for help.