402, Huang Zhihu enters the military camp dressed as a woman for the first time
"Snapped--"
There was a crisp sound, and the black-armored lieutenant standing in front of Han Muye was slapped hard.
"This is my adoptive father!" Huang Zhihu folded up his sleeves and stepped forward.
The lieutenant, who was covering his face with his hand, looked up and saw Huang Zhihu's appearance. He was stunned at first, then at a loss, and then murmured: "Jian, Lord Jianhu..."
The group of black-armored soldiers pressed their hands on the Xuanyang sword at their waists, but they were at a loss.
Sword tiger, yellow fat tiger, this is a feared existence in the camp.
But, how did that ruthless and ruthless Sword Tiger turn into this beautiful woman with green-white arms in front of him?
"Get out of the way, don't I teach you enough lessons?" Huang Zhihu raised his foot to kick, but because the hem of his dress wrapped his legs and feet, he couldn't lift his legs.
It was only then that the lieutenant came back to his senses, but he no longer dared to look at Huang Zhihu. He just lowered his head and said, "Sir, this is where my humble duty lies..."
Huang Zhihu was angry and raised his hand again, but heard a cold snort from behind.
"You did nothing wrong." Han Muye said coldly.
Huang Zhihu was stunned for a moment before he heard Han Muye's voice coming again: "What kind of crime should I be punished for breaking into a military aircraft area without permission and hurting Xuanyang Guards?"
The lowered officer was shaken all over, raised his head and said loudly: "Behead!"
Just after he finished speaking, he saw Huang Zhihu's eyes wide open. The sword tiger that usually frightened him was now so cute in a childlike manner. He couldn't help but feel soft in his heart: "Well, that Shangguan should give a lesson to his humble position...
"
At this time, several figures were already running towards the camp.
The leader was surprisingly the commander of the three counties of Xuanyang Guard and the commander of Daidu, Lu Yang.
Lu Yang flew over and saw Han Muye, with excitement on his face. He bowed and clasped his fists: "Lu Yang pays homage to my uncle!"
Han Muye stood there, waved his hand and said, "There are no great uncles here. You are the commander of the Xuanyang Guard and the person who selects and presides over the preliminary commanders. You are the biggest here."
Hearing his words, Lu Yang was stunned and hurriedly said: "What did my uncle say? If Lu Yang dares to show respect in front of my uncle, my ancestors will probably tear my bones apart."
"Lu Yuzhou doesn't dare." Han Muye said calmly: "He can't beat me now."
Lu Yang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
The general on the side raised his head, grinned, and quickly turned his head away.
"This is Zhihu?" Lu Yang looked at Huang Zhihu, looking up and down with a smile on his face.
"This dress is so beautiful, the young men in my camp will probably stare straight out."
Hearing his words, Huang Zhihu snorted: "Brother Lu Yang, do you think my reputation as a sword tiger is in vain?"
The smile on Lu Yang's face froze, and just when he was about to speak, he heard Han Muye say coldly: "Trespassing to the camp without any reason, Lu Yang, how should I be punished?"
Penalty?
Lu Yang looked at the red palm prints on the face of the general next to him, and then looked at Huang Zhihu in front of him.
Doesn't this happen often?
Didn’t Jianhu’s reputation come from fighting?
This camp is full of preparatory commanders from all over Tianxuan, either with extraordinary cultivation or with a heavenly background.
Even Lu Yang has a headache.
For example, Yun Duan, the crown prince of the Tianxuan Dynasty, also joined in the fun in the camp and assumed the status of a reserve commander.
There are also strong men from the Dragon Clan in the East China Sea, strong swordsmen, several masters from the Monster Clan in the Southern Wilderness, and several masters from the Western Border and the Northern Territory.
Many of the reserve commanders trained by Zhongzhou Xuanyang Guard themselves are hard-working.
When Huang Zhihu first came to the camp, he was not conspicuous.
What made her famous was the Reserve Commander Challenge Ranking. Huang Zhihu, who was originally ranked over a thousand, relied on her long and short swords to fight 86 games in a row, straight into the top 100.
In this battle, Huang Zhihu's swordsmanship was remembered by everyone.
Fight with a sword from a distance, and kill with a sword in close combat.
Although his cultivation level is no more than that of Jin Dan, Huang Zhihu can stab a strong man who is half a step into the heaven realm with one sword.
In the next three months, the preparatory commanders gradually got to know each other, got to know each other, and formed many small groups.
Huang Zhihu and Yun Duan somehow got along very well with each other, and many practitioners from the northern and western regions joined in and became a force in the preparation of the command.
After half a year of assessment, Huang Zhihu led thirty Xuanyang guards to complete ambushes, cover-ups, sneak attacks, and outflanks, defeating ten times the number of enemies.
Finally, when the battle came down to the last person, he used both swords and defeated nearly a hundred masters before he was exhausted.
In this battle, the name Huangzhihu Sword Tiger spread throughout the camp.
Huang Zhihu, Yun Dan, and the other three reserve commanders have become the most untouchable beings in the camp.
Xuanyang Five Tigers, this name is very famous.
Especially when the relationship between Lu Yang and Huang Zhihu was accidentally revealed later, Lu Yang actually treated Huang Zhihu like his own sister.
With such connections, who would try to get ahead?
Lu Yang looked at Huang Zhihu, who had a slumped face.
According to Han Muye and Lu Yang's seniority, Huang Zhihu is still Lu Yang's elder.
However, because of his age, Huang Zhihu was embarrassed to call him elder, so the two of them called him equal in private.
With a laugh, Lu Yang looked at Han Muye and said, "Uncle, my little sister is ignorant——"
"She's not sensible and you're not sensible either?" Han Muye shouted, and Lu Yang's expression changed sharply.
"The general trend of the Dao Conflict does not allow for any relaxation. You train and select Xuanyang Guard commanders. From now on, you must work hard in the Dao Conflict."
"How can anything be accomplished if it is so unorganized and undisciplined?"
Han Muye's voice was cold and dignified.
His current level of cultivation has reached the fifth level of out-of-body cultivation, and the power of his soul transcends the realm of heaven. His every move, every word and every action can influence the way of heaven.
When he opened his mouth at this time, it felt as if extreme cold had fallen in front of the camp.
"That's what my uncle taught me." Lu Yang nodded solemnly, then cupped his fists and said, "I wonder how uncle Yi should be punished?"
Huang Zhihu bit his lip and said nothing.
Han Muye pondered for a moment and then said: "After all, it is the time to employ people. If a small punishment is a big warning, let's just give him ten lashes with the cane."
After a pause, he continued: "Send the stick in front of the whole camp to serve as a warning."
In front of the whole battalion, the rod is responsible?
Huang Zhihu turned pale.
Does she lose face?
"Father..."
"There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield. I have neglected my discipline over the years. This time I will make you remember it." Han Muye said with a cold face, pointing to the soldiers in front: "These people will be your robe from now on."
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"You can slap someone in the face in public, why can't you receive a military stick in public?"
Huang Zhihu was stunned, speechless.
Han Muye looked at Lu Yang: "Why are you still standing there?"
Lu Yang nodded, raised his hand and struck out with a spiritual light.
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
The sound of the drums was like thunder, and the energy and blood in the camp were like dragons. Countless generals flew towards the camp grounds and formed a battle formation.
Han Muye strode into the camp, Lu Yang walked a few steps behind, turned to look at Huang Zhihu with a bitter face, and almost laughed out loud.
Huang Zhihu looked on both sides and saw that the soldiers had solemn faces, then he lowered his head and rushed into the camp.
Behind her, low voices of discussion suddenly started.
"Really Master Jianhu? You are so delicate, so, so beautiful..."
"Head, does that slap hurt? Hey, if I had known earlier, I would have received this slap."
"Get out, my captain, don't tell me, Lord Jianhu's palms are so soft."
…
On the school grounds, all the troops stood in strict order.
Three thousand Xuanyang Guards are prepared to be commanders, and 30,000 selected elites will be sent to various places in Tianxuan after training. They will undergo decades of experience and become the main force of Tianxuan's black-armored Xuanyang.
After three years of training, these young elites of the Xuanyang Guards have already issued orders and prohibitions, but after a few breaths, they are ready to prepare.
When Huang Zhihu arrived at the side of the school field, what he saw was a dark crowd of generals, staring intently, with blood surging.
Lu Yang strode forward and walked to the high platform in front.
Han Muye stood outside the school grounds and did not enter.
After he gave Huang Zhihu his status as Xuanyang Guard's reserve commander, he no longer had a military status in Xuanyang Guard and was not suitable to enter the school grounds.
Seeing Lu Yang summoning him, he came quickly again. The Xuanyang Guard preparation commanders below who were standing in front all had solemn expressions.
Could it be that something big happened?
"Today we have gathered all the troops for one thing."
Standing on the high platform, Lu Yang glanced below.
"I, Xuanyang Guard, are in charge of the light and have strict military discipline."
"Preparatory commander Huang Zhihu has no military discipline and breaks into the camp without permission. He will be punished with ten strokes of a military stick."
Ten records of military sticks.
For these reserve commanders, it is nothing.
Even a hundred sticks can be carried easily.
But this is a matter of face!
In front of the whole army, Jianhu's face was about to fall to pieces.
The preparatory commanders standing in front looked at each other with doubts on their faces.
Lord Lu Yang will be punished for his relationship with Huang Zhihu. There may be something hidden in it.
"Lu Xiaoyun, you come to carry out the execution." Lu Yang shouted loudly.
Lu Xiaoyun, who was wearing black armor, strode forward and then looked at Huang Zhihu who was standing outside the school grounds.
Following her gaze, everyone in the school turned to look at her.
Then, there was a sound of inhalation.
Huang Zhihu, who was wearing a yellow dress, bit his lip and walked forward slowly.
The generals couldn't take their eyes away and followed her movements.
This, which sword tiger is this with two swords in his hands and covered in blood?
The preparatory conductors standing in front all had their eyes twitching in disbelief.
Was he defeated by this beautiful girl in the first place?
"so beautiful……"
I don't know who whispered it softly.
Then there was anger all around.
How can you say this kind of thing from your heart?
But, it's so beautiful.
Every step Huang Zhihu took forward felt so difficult.
She could feel a pair of eyes staring at her fiercely.
accurate.
In the past, these guys would not dare to lower their heads when they saw him.
It's fine now, but I don't dare to look at it.
She raised her head hard, glanced over, and immediately lowered her face with a blush.
Why do these defeated generals all have such weird looks in their eyes?
He must be in need of a beating.
Clenching his fists, Huang Zhihu walked forward step by step.
After walking to the stone bench under the high platform and lying down, Lu Xiaoyun saw a green water-fire stick that was ten feet long appearing in his palm.
"Little aunt, don't worry, I promise it won't hurt." Lu Xiaoyun lowered his head and whispered in Huang Zhihu's ear.
Huang Zhihu held his head and said nothing.
"Snapped--"
A crisp sound resounded throughout the entire school.
All around, there was silence.
After beating him with ten sticks, Huang Zhihu stood up, and with the support of Lu Xiaoyun, he left the school grounds with a slightly unsteady step.
"Let's break up." Lu Yang waved his hand and turned around.
Until Lu Yang disappeared, the school grounds, which had been silent, suddenly heard a tsunami-like discussion.
Huang Zhihu, who was being helped by Lu Xiaoyun to his tent, covered his face with one hand: "Fuck, the reputation I have gained through three years of hard work has been ruined by these ten sticks."
Hearing her words, Lu Xiaoyun laughed out loud.
"Little aunt, how did you offend my second uncle?"
Huang Zhihu gritted his teeth and burst into tears: "Why should I offend him?"
"It's my adoptive father's old guy. I suspect that he has been out of bounds for a long time and has hardened his heart."
Speaking of this, she stopped and clapped her hands: "I am so stupid, I should have sent the news of his return to the Yunjin Fairy Boat!"
"It's a big loss. At least I'll earn less than 10,000 spirit stones in benefits."
…
On the school grounds, the reserve commanders and elite soldiers did not leave, standing there talking excitedly.
"Xu Changyuan, I didn't expect that the sword tiger who defeated you was actually a bitch. You can't even beat a bitch." A tall general laughed in front of him and looked at the person beside him.
youth.
The young man's face remained unchanged and he said coldly: "There are only three or five people in the camp who can defeat Jianhu. You, Zhao Dacheng, were lucky enough not to meet her, otherwise you would have been beaten to the ground."
These words caused different expressions on the faces of the surrounding generals.
Those who had been beaten and those who had not had different expressions.
"Haha, okay, I'll give it a try and see if her Sword Tiger can beat me to the ground. We agreed, I'll challenge you, and none of you will try to fight against me." The tall Gao Dacheng walked forward with a smile.
.
"Bang——"
A thin general standing in front turned around and kicked Zhao Dacheng over.
"Are you also qualified to challenge Jianhu?"
Blood tiger Qian Yutang is also one of the Xuanyang Five Tigers!
Qian Yutang took action, and the people around him suddenly didn't even dare to discuss it.
"What, old Qian, are you trying to fight with me?" On the other side, a young man carrying a Xuanyang Sword, wearing half armor, and with golden light flashing in his eyes said.
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The two looked at each other with fighting intent in their eyes, causing those around them to step back unconsciously.
"You guys can play, I'm leaving." The young man standing on the other side shook his head, turned around and left.
After walking only a few steps, he suddenly turned towards the camp of the Junzhong Alchemy Clinic.
"The Tenth Army's stick is not light. Don't leave scars. I think it's better to use a psychic pulse renewal pill..." The young man's murmur came, making Bai Jianfei and Qian Yutang stunned.
"Fuck, you Sun Zhan, you are a weakling!"
"Haha, I happen to have a psychic continuation pill here."
…
When the chaos in the school field came, Huang Zhihu no longer had the courage to stay, and ran back to his tent with his head in his hands.
Lu Xiaoyun smiled and followed him.
Not far away, in the Chinese army's tent, Lu Yang was sitting at the top, while Han Muye was sitting firmly beside him.
"Uncle, your return from the outside world is a happy event, why do you punish my little sister like this?" Lu Yang looked at Han Muye and asked with some confusion.
In the camp, Huang Zhihu's combat prowess and scheming were superb.
Lu Yang also has the heart to cultivate.
But after today, those guys may no longer be afraid of Sword Tiger.
The army is brave and brave, but without its prestige, it loses a lot of combat power.
"I must be somewhat selfish." Han Muye looked outside the military tent and sighed softly.
"Zhihu is the legitimate daughter of Sixth Brother and my adopted daughter. Over the years, I have only wanted her to receive the best education and practice, but I have lacked discipline."
"A girl can't always be the first to fight and kill."
Han Muye looked a little solemn.
Taoist struggle means life and death in every fight.
These Xuanyang Guards will have to languish in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood for at least fifty years.
Of the people in this entire camp, there may not necessarily be more than ten people who can survive until the Hundred Years of Taoist War.
After all, she was his adopted daughter. If it weren't for Xuanyang Guard's rules, Han Muye would have asked Huang Zhihu to withdraw from the trial.
This time Huang Zhihu's identity was revealed, and when there was a war in the future, he used power to transfer Huang Zhihu out for personal gain, and there was less criticism.
Hearing Han Muye's words, Lu Yang nodded.
He returned from a bloody battle outside the boundary, so he naturally knew the dangers of Taoism.
It's just a hundred years of Taoist struggle, who can really escape?
Han Muye went to the military camp not just for Huang Zhihu. He sat with Lu Yang to analyze the general trend of Tianxuan and deduced the patterns of various states and counties.
"I originally planned to use Xuanyang Guards to conquer everywhere, but there are many Taoist and demonic masters, so I am not completely sure." Lu Yang looked a little gloomy.
The battle between Xuanming Zhenjun and Wang Muyang caused a serious collapse in the prestige of Confucianism and Taoism.
Nowadays, except for the places where the county system is located and where the master suppresses the situation, all other cities and towns are in chaos.
"Xiang Wen and Marquis Wu want to use the Tianxuan chaos to train troops." Lu Yang looked at Han Muye.
No matter how chaotic Tianxuan is, it cannot be beyond Wen Mo Sheng's control.
Wen Mo Sheng did not take any action, just letting everyone in Tianxuan go through various turmoils and unconsciously improve their ability to deal with chaos.
Han Muye knew that there was nothing wrong with this approach.
Just like when weeds and fruits and vegetables are planted in the same place, the weeds will definitely grow luxuriantly.
Only those who have experienced more hardships can have stronger courage to face everything.
"Let me go see Wen Xiang." Han Muye stood up and said.
"You have to be prepared."
"The Xuanyang Guards want to sweep across the world."
Sweep the world!
Lu Yang stood up and nodded with a serious look on his face.
If this is really the case, he will not hesitate.
Whether he can do it or not is not something he considers.
Han Muye left the camp, asked Zuo Lin to wait for Huang Zhihu, and went straight to the upper part of the imperial city.
His figure is so flying that outsiders cannot see him at all.
Within a moment, he had arrived in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the upper city.
The upper city is now much empty, with Qin Suyang and other powerful men guarding the outside.
Arriving in front of Prime Minister Wen's Mansion, the soldiers at the door were about to stop him when they saw a middle-aged scribe in a green robe walking quickly.
"Zhou Wenbo has met Mr. Makino."
"Prime Minister Wen invites Mr. Wen to come into the house and have a brief talk."
Zhou Wenbo, the general manager of the Prime Minister's Mansion, is a Confucian and Taoist master. He usually takes care of many things in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Han Muye nodded and followed Zhou Wenbo into the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The layout of Prime Minister Wen's mansion is simple, with only a few flowers and plants everywhere.
Many people wearing green robes or official uniforms were walking in a hurry.
This place can be regarded as the center of Tianxuan Dynasty.
In the palace hall, there are only rare court gatherings every year.
Walking to the front hall, Han Muye raised his head and looked at the figure sitting behind the long desk.
It is a literary form, but not a literary form.
The soul is just a shadow.
Wen Xiang's real body is naturally still guarding outside the boundary.
"The seeds of the avenue are really rare." Wen Mo said in front of him, raising his head and looking at Han Muye, with a smile on his face.
Before Han Muye could hand over his hand, Wen Mo Sheng spoke again: "Junior brother, how about leaving Tianxuan to you?"