Li Muchan put his hands behind his hands and smiled, watching General Hua display his might.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty masters were knocked away by General Hua's fist one by one. They vomited blood after falling to the ground and were seriously injured. His boxing skills were exquisite and his internal strength was strong.
Military martial arts and folk martial arts each have their own strengths. Military martial arts trains the body to improve physical fitness, making it faster and more ruthless. Folk martial arts trains strength and cultivates internal strength to become smarter and faster.
However, even though they are experts, they are unlucky when they meet General Hua.
He has practiced the dragon form, has top-notch skills, and has exquisite boxing and footwork. They are far from each other. They can only be beaten, and assassination will only lead to death.
General Hua has always been low-key, simple and easy-going. He looks gentle and has the demeanor of a Confucian general. Few people see him using force. If anything happens, he has his subordinates to do it for him.
This gives people the illusion that General Hua is a wise general but not strong in force.
"Okay...!" cheers came from the crowd, and people shouted together with excitement. It was a rare and happy event to see General Hua display his power with his own eyes.
General Hua smiled and clasped his fists, with a cool demeanor, and turned around and said: "Master, let's go back."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Okay."
The two people turned around and people involuntarily moved out of the way. They walked away calmly and disappeared from people's sight in a blink of an eye.
The four people on the city wall reluctantly looked away and were speechless for a while.
The thin middle-aged man broke the silence, stroking his beard and sighed: "What a profound cultivation!"
Lao Peng said: "I didn't expect that the general is so skilled!"
"Nonsense, do you think anyone can be a general?" the short, fat middle-aged man snorted, rubbing his palms, which were numb because he used too much force just now: "Generals are made by accumulating military merit and fighting hard on the battlefield!
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Lao Peng chuckled and said: "Since the real person doesn't show his face, I would think that the general has no martial arts skills."
Wang Mazi shook his head and whispered: "All generals can practice more advanced martial arts, so they are naturally powerful."
The thin middle-aged man looked into the distance, stroking his beard and sighed: "Master Mingkong is really powerful!"
Wang Mazi said: "It's nothing, I just brushed my sleeves twice, it's no big deal."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves twice and said with a smile: "However, Master Mingkong's movements are really cool and beautiful, I can't do it!"
Lao Peng waved his hands and curled his lips: "I have nothing to say to a blind person like you!"
The short, fat middle-aged man nodded and said: "Master Mingkong is really powerful. An expert will know if he is there as soon as he takes action!"
Wang Mazi scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Is he really that powerful?"
The short, fat middle-aged man gestured: "Can you make a concealed weapon turn around in just this moment?"
"It seems true, dear, how can you practice such martial arts at such a young age?" Wang Mazi chuckled, shaking his head and sighing.
Lao Peng snorted: "Grandma, you must investigate carefully this time. As I say, drive all those bullshit martial arts masters out of the city. They will only add chaos!"
General Hua and Li Muchan entered the tent.
"It's been a long time since I've been this happy!" General Hua shook his head and said with a smile. He sat down behind the table and stretched himself.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "General, I have an idea."
"Oh——?" General Hua looked up at him.
Li Muchan said: "Treat others in their own way. Since they have a reward, why can't we also offer a reward?"
General Hua shook his head: "I have thought about it too, but I have no choice but to give it up...the court will not agree. The title is the lifeblood of the emperor. It is difficult to be granted a title!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "What about the method of stimulating generals?"
General Hua understood what he was saying and shook his head: "The emperor will not be fooled. He would rather be called stingy than pretend to be generous."
"Are you familiar with the emperor?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.
General Hua nodded: "My father is an old friend of Qiandi. After the emperor ascended the throne, he resigned from office... Everyone in the world thinks that I am from a commoner, but they don't know that if a commoner wants to be a general, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven!"
"No wonder..." Li Muchan suddenly realized.
Li Muchan shook his head: "It seems that it really won't work."
"Alas..., so the Emperor of Dong Chu is very ambitious. Granting him a title is just a piece of meat from the imperial court, which would make any emperor feel bad for him!" General Hua shook his head.
Li Muchan pondered for a moment and sighed: "I can only take action myself."
"You——?" General Hua was startled and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no!"
He shook his head and said: "The General Zhengnan of Dong Chu is Ximen Zhan. His martial arts skills are amazing. He is known as the best in the army. He cannot be assassinated."
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "The best master in the army? Then you need to know more about it!"
General Hua said: "East Chu's martial arts is far superior to ours in Dayan. The top master in the East Chu army is definitely not easy to mess with. You'd better come in an upright manner!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "General, even if I fail in the assassination, I can still return the favor, otherwise they will be unscrupulous and do this all the time. It's so annoying!"
General Hua shook his head: "It's too dangerous. I'll ask the court to send someone over."
Li Muchan twirled his beads and smiled: "If I don't go to hell, whoever does, general, I will do it!"
General Hua just shook his head with a determined expression and refused to allow him to take the risk.
Li Muchan talked for a while, and finally said with a smile: "General, I will have a secret method to stimulate potential. Even if the assassination fails, no one can stop you if you want to escape."
General Hua pondered for a moment and sighed: "That's all. Now that the master is determined, I won't stop you. I will put my whole body first and just give Ximen Zhan a warning!"
"No need." Li Muchan nodded with a smile.
At midnight, outside Shenguang City, the moonlight was hazy.
The moonlight shrouded the continuous cloud-like camp, and the gentle breeze blew the flags. The entire camp was quiet except for the armored guards patrolling between the tents.
These guards were dressed in iron armor and held torches high. The blazing torches reflected the cold light of the armor. Their footsteps were light and silent, like leaves falling to the ground, and each patrolled along a fixed route.
Looking down at the entire camp, the armored guards were coming here and there, leaving no blind spots to cut off any chance of sneaking in.
Under the moonlight, Li Muchan, dressed in a gray monk's robe, floated down from the Shenguang City and curled towards the camp. Like a wisp of light smoke, as if he was slowly getting sick, he slipped into the camp in the blink of an eye, and disappeared in an instant like a drop of ink blending into the lake.
On Shenguang City, General Hua was wearing bright armor, leaning on the wall stacks and looking down at the camp.
He practiced the dragon form, cut off hair and washed marrow, and his eyesight was extraordinary. He could clearly see the situation in the camp below. He was quite surprised to see Li Muchan sneaking into the camp so easily.
Although he wished to kill Ximen Zhan, he admired his talent in commanding the army. The camp was impenetrably laid out, heavily guarded, and impregnable. How could it be so easy to sneak into it?
After looking at it for a while, he gradually understood.
Li Muchan's body is like light smoke, curling up and moving. He looks unpleasant, but he is just right. He always avoids patrols at critical moments, looks for gaps, and criticizes others with ease.
General Hua nodded secretly. Master Mingkong has a mysterious and mysterious sixth sense. He can predict danger in advance. It is a magical power of Buddhism. It is really not difficult to sneak in.
As Li Muchan went deeper and deeper, General Hua gradually couldn't see clearly. He shook his head and sighed. Ximen Zhan is not that easy to kill!
Li Muchan looked like a ghost, with his eyes closed and his gray monk's robe clinging to his body. The air blew past him like water meeting a stone, and he let it go naturally.
He slowly floated past the tents, suddenly stopped, and stuck behind a tent. He slowly took off the bow from his arms and drew out the arrow.
The body of the bow is silvery gray and dull, blending in with his monk's robe. The string of the bow is dark brown and has a faint luster. The whole bow is ordinary.
This was made by the best craftsman in the camp after Li Muchan entered the Shenguang Camp. Although the previous Hanjiao Bow was good, he felt that the range was not far enough to kill enemies from a distance.
Holding a short arrow in his left hand, the arrow has a pitch-black body and a triangular cone-shaped tip. The tip of the arrow flashes a little cold light, emitting a faint cold air.
He put on the bow and arrow, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly tightened the bow string until it was fully drawn, forming the shape of a full moon.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, like thunder exploding into the quiet night.
Li Muchan's figure flashed, disappeared, and stuck to the outside of another tent, his eyes slightly closed.
In a tent a mile away, there was a blazing candle and it was as bright as day. There was a big tiger-skin chair directly to the north, and sitting on it was a young man in brocade clothes. He was thin, with handsome features, a pair of eyebrows slanting into his temples, and a penetrating gaze.
He was holding a scroll and reading, with a smile on his face. He was calm and gentle. He was an elegant scholar, but the decorations around him were awe-inspiring.
Li Muchan looked down with his void eyes. He had seen his appearance in the portrait and felt that Ximen Zhan was the same type of person as General Hua. He had an elegant appearance, but was armed with tyrannical force.
When I really saw him at this time, I felt that he was full of bookishness, and his body was thin, like a scholar full of poems and books. He was as quiet and quiet as a virgin, not like a famous general.
Suddenly, Ximen cut off one side of his head, and a black light passed through his left ear silently, and blood suddenly poured out and dripped onto his shoulder.
He frowned, put down the book, turned his head and looked back. He couldn't see his ears, only the blood on his shoulders, and his brocade clothes were soaked.
He looked up and saw a short arrow stuck in the thick white carpet. The contrast between black and white was sharp.
He tilted his head again, and another black light shot through his right ear. Blood flowed out, staining his right shoulder. With an angry look on his face, the two arrows went straight to his head, silently, like ghosts. If it weren't for his superb martial arts and intuition,
Shocking, he would have died a long time ago.
He suddenly fell to the ground, a black light flew past his forehead, and disappeared into the white carpet with a "chi" sound.
He roared loudly and turned into a gust of wind that swept out of the tent and hit Li Muchan directly. Several shadows outside the tent followed him.
Li Muchan took time to rest and retracted his silver bow, and stood with his hands behind his back, his gray monk's robes fluttering.
"Who are you!" Ximen Zhan suddenly appeared, stopped in front of Li Muchan, and asked with a frown.
Eight shadows floated behind him, surrounding Li Muchan.
At this time, the patrolling guards also noticed something strange, and the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded. In the blink of an eye, Li Muchan was surrounded by three levels inside and three outside.
This process only takes a few breaths, and there is no other sound except the sound of footsteps.