Qinglong looked at Zeng Yi with a smile: "If you want to learn this unique sword technique created by my teacher, you will inevitably have to fight on the battlefield!"
"No way! Master, other masters directly pass on their decades of skills to their apprentices. If you don't pass on the attack, you can't trick your apprentices! I, with my thin arms and legs, won't I add to the list of casualties if I go up there?
"Zeng Yi looked at Qinglong aggrievedly.
"Then there's nothing I can do about it as a teacher. Being a teacher is itself! Disciple, just accept your fate!"
"Master, I would like to ask Lin Pingzhi, after joining Jinyiwei, do you still have to give up the opportunity to join other sects?" Zeng Yi asked weakly.
"Article 88 of the Jinyiwei sect rules, those who are born as Jinyiwei will die as Jinyiwei's ghosts! I wonder, disciple, do you want to be a human or a ghost?" Qinglong said expressionlessly.
Zeng Yi quickly said: "Master, don't get me wrong. I'm asking this question for Lin Pingzhi. How could I possibly have the intention to quit the Jinyi Guard?"
Qinglong smiled and said nothing.
Zeng Yi quickly paid attention to the topic, "Master is now in the empire, where there is singing and dancing and peace. Although there are some fighting in the rivers and lakes, it is generally harmonious and peaceful. Where is the war? Do you want to learn the Soul-Severing Sword Technique? Do you have to wait until the war starts?
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"Singing and dancing brings peace? Harmony and tranquility? Huh! You are too naive. There are fighting every day on the border, but it's just not on a large scale!" Qinglong laughed.
After a moment of silence, Qinglong suddenly became serious: "I'm asking you once, do you really want to learn this martial arts? It's a difficult journey. Only by killing can you make progress. Are you really ready?"
"I haven't thought about it! But besides the soul-breaking sword technique, do I have any other choice?" Zeng Yi complained in his heart and said: "Master! I have thought about it. I want to learn this unique skill and inherit your legacy.
Will, carry forward the Soul-Destroying Sword Technique to a great extent."
After another moment of silence, Qinglong said: "Do you still remember the meridians and meridians diagram I gave you? Remember it and master it, that is the key to the soul-breaking sword technique!" Then Qinglong stood up and took out a copy on the table.
Letter: "Take this letter and report to the Ministry of War! The Ministry of War will arrange for you to go to the northern border!"
Zeng Yi took the letter with great pain, and walked out of Qinglong's room in three steps: "Master! Is there really no other way? People will die on the battlefield!"
"Apprentice, you can go in peace! If you die, you will get a solitary payment!"
Before leaving Jinyiwei Yamen, Zeng Yi went to Lin Pingzhi. Now Lin Pingzhi had great trust in him. Zeng Yi would not let go of such a powerful thug, so he had to win over him.
"Pingzhi! My brother is going to the front line. I can't practice sword practice with you anymore. Take care of yourself!"
"Brother! The battlefield is dangerous, so be careful. Brother Yu is waiting for your triumphant return!"
After leaving the Jinyiwei Yamen, Zeng Yi took the letter to the Ministry of War. The Ministry of War is one of the six departments of the imperial court, equivalent to today's Ministry of Defense. Its chief is the Minister of the Ministry of War, a second-rank official who is more serious than Qinglong, who is a third-rank official.
The commander of Jinyiwei is a whole level older!
Zeng Yi didn't dare to be presumptuous when he came to the Ministry of War. At the door of the Yamen of the Ministry of War, Zeng Yi said politely, "Two brothers, I'm here to guard hundreds of households! I have something to do when I come to the Ministry of War. Look..." Zeng Yi said.
After putting up the token, the two gatekeepers looked at Zeng Yi's token and stood up straight: "I've seen you, sir! Please come in!"
Walking into the Yamen of the Ministry of War, Zeng Yi, a small sixth-rank householder, naturally could not be received by the Minister of the Ministry of War. The person who came out to meet Zeng Yi was a Yuanwailang, a member of the fifth rank of the Ministry of War, who was just one level older than Zeng Yi.
Yi handed over the letter Qinglong gave him. Yuanwailang read it and said to Zeng Yi: "Oh! It's easy to say that the brother of Jinyiwei wants to go to the front line. I wonder where he wants to go?"
"As you command!"
"Well! The northern border of the empire is currently not peaceful. The grassland peoples have been fighting for years and harassing our border areas. Brother, where can you go?" Yuanwailang said, stroking his beard.
Zeng Yi handed over his hand and said: "I obey my orders!"
In the end, Zeng Yi was sent to Datong Prefecture, an important defense town in the northern part of the Datong Prefecture Empire. After many generations of repairs, Datong Prefecture has high walls and deep rivers, and is as strong as an iron wall. The grassland people have raised troops to attack many times, but each time they returned without success.
Zeng Yi was very satisfied. Datong Mansion is still very safe. There is no need to worry about being caught in a pot while sleeping.
Before leaving, the foreign minister of the Ministry of War took out a large envelope, which was stamped with a large vermilion seal of "the official seal of the lobby of the Minister of War" and written with the two characters "Gao Shen". He opened the envelope and took out a piece of thick paper.
It is an appointment order from the Minister of the Ministry of War, which states that Nicotine, a member of the Jinyiwei Hundred Households, is appointed to serve as Chief Qian of Datong Prefecture in Shanxi, and he will take office soon.
Zeng Yi thought he had been promoted again, but when he inquired about it, he found out that Mr. Qian was still a sixth-rank official like Jinyiwei Baihu, which was considered a rank at best! After receiving a set of Qianhu armor, Zeng Yi left the Ministry of War and returned to the blacksmith shop.
Zeng Yi hung that suit of armor in the shop. It was so rubbish that Zeng Yi doubted that he could pierce it with just one finger. This was a matter of life and fortune, so he couldn't be careless, so he ordered the hammer to imitate that style and create a suit of armor.
Put on something better.
The next day, after getting the armor made for him by Iron Hammer, Zeng Yi immediately put it on and told a few people to keep an eye on the store. Zeng Yi mounted Wangcai and ran northward.
Half a day later, a song came from the road, "What's different about us soldiers..." Zeng Yi appeared in Datong Mansion. Datong Mansion was bustling with traffic, and there was no sign of war at all. Zeng Yi appeared in Datong Mansion.
Yi doubted whether the Yuanwailang from the Ministry of War was deceiving him! With doubts, Zeng Yi entered Datong City. The city was very prosperous, with people coming and going, shops lined up, and there was no inspection at the city gate! "Damn it! Where is the war here?
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After asking for directions several times, Zeng Yi came to the General Military Mansion in Datong. The General Soldier was considered a prince, especially in the border areas, and his power was even greater than that of the local magistrate. Zeng Yi explained his purpose and took out a letter of appointment.
A deputy general of the government checked Zeng Yi's letter of appointment. Zeng Yi quickly asked the question in his heart: "Sir! Didn't it say that Datong Prefecture has been harassed by the grassland people for a long time? Why is it so prosperous here?"
"Of course it is prosperous here. The front line is still hundreds of miles away! The place where there is war is Xuandewei in Datong Prefecture! If you want to go to the battlefield for training, go there!"
Before Zeng Yi's buttocks were still hot, he set off again and walked for dozens of miles north. Gradually, the number of people began to become sparse, "This now smells like a battlefield!"
, except for soldiers, there are not many ordinary people. Of course, there are many players on the road. After all, players are not afraid of war. War is an opportunity for players. (To be continued.) (. )