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."
Wang Mazi said in a low voice: "The monk's Buddhist name is Mingkong, which is not Xinjue... According to my brother, the general respects him very much and calls him a master. He doesn't call him by his Buddhist name."
"Looks like he's really capable!" Lao Peng nodded.
The thin middle-aged man smiled and said: "Old Peng, you are unfounded. The general knows everything and has no real ability. It is impossible for the general to be like this. It is a pity that he has not had the opportunity to see it."
Wang Mazi whispered: "I heard from my brother that nearly a hundred people came to assassinate him recently, but they were all restrained by the young monk, and no one escaped."
"Awesome!" Lao Peng and the thin middle-aged man praised.
Those who have the courage to break into the military camp and assassinate the general are not bad at it. If they don't have diamonds and don't do porcelain work, they won't be able to sneak into the military camp if they don't have enough skills.
The tents of Shenguang Camp are heavily guarded, and not just anyone can sneak in.
"It's the general!" the short, fat middle-aged man suddenly shouted.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at his hand.
Standing here, you can overlook the outside of the city as well as the inside of the city. There are three streets in the north and south, and three streets in the east and west, criss-crossing and cutting Shenguang City into pieces.
On the east-west street below the city wall, two people were walking on foot. They were walking calmly and calmly on the street, as if they were standing out among the chickens.
One is General Hua, and the other is the monk in gray.
Their eyes were all focused on the gray-robed monk, and they put their hands on their brows and looked carefully.
"You are indeed young!" Lao Peng sighed.
"This monk is not simple!" the thin middle-aged man said slowly, stroking his beard.
Lao Peng shook his head: "It's not a big deal. He looks ordinary and inconspicuous. He doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner."
Li Muchan was wearing a gray monk's robe, holding Buddhist beads in his left hand, and walked casually beside General Hua. The two of them talked as they walked, talking about local customs and people's livelihood.
He suddenly felt something in his heart, turned his head to look at the city wall, and smiled slightly.
"It's amazing!" Lao Peng and the other two quickly looked away and looked at each other in confusion.
They all felt as if they were in a trance. Li Muchan's smiling face suddenly appeared in front of them. From so far away, he seemed to be standing in front of him and smiling at them.
"This monk is indeed not simple!" Lao Peng exclaimed.
They couldn't help but be curious, and turned around to look again. General Hua and Li Muchan stopped in front of an antique stall, squatted down, and turned over scraps of scrap metal.
"No!" the thin middle-aged man suddenly shouted.
Everyone's eyes widened as they saw a group of big men rushing out from both sides of the street, wearing black clothes and covering their faces, holding swords and rushing towards General Hua, as fast as a gust of wind.
Two feet away, they threw their left hands one after another, and the sky was filled with hidden weapons that enveloped General Hua like a swarm of locusts.
"Damn it!" Lao Peng stamped his feet and ran down.
The thin middle-aged man pulled his shoulder: "Lao Peng, don't move, it's too late to go down!"
Lao Peng slapped the city wall angrily: "Damn it! Those guys shouldn't be allowed into the city!"
"Where are the guards! Where are the guards!" Wang Mazi murmured, gripping the wall with both hands so hard that his knuckles turned white.
As they talked, their eyes stared downward.
Li Muchan flicked his sleeve, and the cold stars in the sky suddenly flew into his sleeve like swallows returning to their nests. He flicked it again, and the cold stars shot towards the original owner.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." In a series of crisp chimes, more than twenty big men had no choice but to wave their weapons and knock away the hidden weapons.
What happened next made Lao Peng and the others laugh and relax.
As soon as the weapons of the twenty or so big men touched the hidden weapons, they all took off their hands, and a bright light flashed in the air and stabbed into the wall behind them.
They couldn't help but stop. With their hands empty, they looked at Li Muchan and General Hua, then turned to look behind them. They were in a dilemma and paused for a moment.
"Kill!" A man in black in the middle snorted coldly.
More than twenty big men immediately rushed forward and surrounded General Hua and Li Muchan.
General Hua said in a deep voice: "Master, let me come!"
Li Muchan took a step back, made room, and stood behind him.
General Hua swung his fist, fast and hard, and hit a big man in the chest. The big man flew into the air and landed heavily two feet away, vomiting blood from his mouth.
General Hua practiced the dragon form, refined his blood to a small extent, and his strength increased greatly. This punch has the ability to break stones and throw monuments.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "General's power!"
General Hua laughed. He was surrounded by people, but he was not at a disadvantage. He punched left and right, and his feet were walking with a strange footwork, as slippery as a loach, and more than twenty people could not touch him.
"General's power!" Lao Peng clenched his fist and waved vigorously.
The other three cheered along, their spirits uplifted and their spirits high. They were filled with pride when they saw the general displaying his might.
Li Muchan suddenly flicked his hand, and a cold light flashed in the air. Then there was a muffled sound, and an old man in gray clothes fell down in the crowd.
He smiled faintly. Under the ruthless sleeves, hidden weapons were shot at him, and all were reflected back. He used the other person's method to return the favor, and he found some feeling.
Suddenly three rays of cold light burst out from the crowd, and three people flew towards them with swords in hand. The swords and people merged into one, like a rainbow across the sky, and they swooped towards General Hua.
Li Muchan shook his head and flicked his long sleeves.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the three people were stagnated in the air, as if they had hit an invisible wall, and they fell straight down, like three stones.
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, the three of them landed, and the ground seemed to shake.
People were watching from a distance, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's General Hua!"
"It's General Hua!" "Someone assassinated General Hua!" "Hurry up and call someone!"
People were talking all over the place and were in a mess.
Under the siege of more than 20 people, General Hua became more and more courageous and energetic as he fought. He fully realized the tyranny of blood refining. His energy surged throughout his body and his martial arts doubled. It was really exciting!