When Shan Liwen and Commander Zhuang's eyes met, they both saw a smile in each other's eyes. The two sides nodded slightly and reached some kind of tacit understanding.
After laughing, Shan Liwen stopped the two arguing and said: "Brothers are still settling accounts. This waist card counts as your joint gain. Between brothers, don't think who owes the other, give a helping hand It's the right thing to do. If you are more humble, it will be difficult for you to be a brother in the future."
After hearing this, the two of them nodded and agreed to a compromise of equal distribution.
Ke Fan's eyes flickered slightly. He decided to wait until tomorrow to find some free time, find Wei Zhongyu who was present, and find out what unique skills the black-faced boy had? Can he really join forces with the Chengtou cultivators to kill a few Beirong cultivators? It's strange.
The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the night was getting late.
Shan Liwen and Commander Zhuang walked to the far end of the city. They didn't know what they were talking about. They turned around side by side for a while. It seemed that nothing unpleasant had happened. They were talking and laughing happily, without any clues on their faces.
Chang Siguo decided to stay in the end. He ate a simple meat meal and drank two bowls of hot and fragrant broth at the Beicheng camp near the city. He filled his stomach, washed himself, and applied it to the scabbed wounds on his body. He put on the plaster, changed into a loose black cotton robe that Yi Shangyan had given him, and meditated in a separate brick-walled room until dawn.
I was woken up early in the morning by the sound of footsteps, noises, and horns outside the room.
Chang Siguo opened his eyes, flipped the qi-entraining techniques held by the thumb and middle fingers of both hands, changed the gestures to stop the exercise, exerted a little force on his crossed legs, touched the bed with his toes, stood up lightly, got out of bed and put on his clothes. New boots that fit your feet.
His eyes touched the empty dagger sheath tied inside the trouser leg on the outside of his left leg, and Chang Siguo's expression darkened slightly.
The thoughts that Father Hei left for him were only an empty sheath.
There was a military disaster outside the city, and Father Hei's tomb had been trampled to the ground long ago, and it might be difficult to find it again.
Shaking his head, in troubled times, just try to survive, it is useless to think too much.
Hang the long knife on the left side of the waist, tie the arrow pot back to the back, return the hunting bow to its place, pack it neatly, and open the door.
The snow outside was dazzling and the cold air hit my face.
Groups of soldiers, led by their respective commanders, ran in various directions.
The city is filled with mist and smoke, and the green brick buildings are clearly separated.
After walking out of the barracks, Chang Siguo felt uncomfortable everywhere in his body. His body was filled with surging power, and the wounds had scabbed and healed. He sighed in his heart, the physique of the body refiner was really strong. If he had suffered an injury like this before, he would not have been injured. After ten days and a half of careful dressing change and treatment, I never expected to get better.
Yi Shangyan ran from a distance with his big bow slung across his back and shouted: "Brother Heiwa, follow me quickly, General Fang wants to see you."
Chang Siguo hurriedly followed him and ran towards the city. The two briefly exchanged a few words and arrived there not long after.
It is a majestic five-story wooden and stone building with cornices and raised corners, with red and black columns. On the lintel of the main entrance hangs a black-backed gold plaque with a line of large characters: Sihuang City Guanwu Hall.
There were a group of soldiers on duty with swords on both sides of the gate. After Yi Shangyan showed his warrant, the captain on duty checked Chang Siguo's waistband again, compared it with the identity information on the waistband, and then let the two people in.
In the middle hall on the first floor of the Guanwu Hall, there were many generals, body refiners, and soldiers running in and out, shuttling through the rooms in the side halls, making it look very busy.
With Yi Shangyan leading them, the two of them took the stairs to the second floor.
There was also a group of soldiers on duty at the entrance, and they were allowed to pass only after showing the warrant again.
The layout of the second floor is simple. There is a small central hall in the middle. There are six official rooms on the left and right sides. The floor is black, the walls are white, the door frames and doors are red, and there are no other unnecessary decorations. It looks very solemn and quiet, unlike the main hall on the lower floor. So noisy.
Walking to the first room on the left, Yi Shangyan knocked on the door, and someone inside opened the door.
The person who opened the door was Shan Liwen. He didn't expect that Hei Wa, after washing off the dirt on his face, still had some childishness on his face. Compared with the strong and calm expression he showed when he killed the enemy and broke through the level last night, he seemed to be a different person. He was a different person. He became more and more satisfied, and smiled and motioned for Chang Siguo to follow him in.
Outside, by the window, two monks in long robes were sitting opposite each other, sitting down to play chess. They glanced at Chang Siguo who came in, and then looked away. One was staring at the chessboard and thinking, and the other was holding a fine porcelain tea cup, and came in from behind. Yi Shangyan smiled and nodded in greeting.
Yi Shangyan did not follow him inside, but went to the window to watch the two playing chess. He couldn't sit down because he couldn't leave his body.
After knocking on the black wooden door, a deep voice came from inside: "Come in!"
Shan Liwen opened the door and walked in first, saying, "General, bring Hei Wa here."
Chang Siguo, who followed in, quickly raised his hand and bowed to the man in brocade robes sitting behind the tiger case in the middle: "Subordinate Hei Wa, I would like to pay my respects to the General."
The man was about forty years old, with a black beard. He had a vague cultivator's aura fluctuations on his body, which gave people an unfathomable feeling. He put down the brush in his hand and said with a smile: "Get up." He looked at the young man who stood up and asked. : "Have you chosen a name?"
Chang Siguo pretended not to understand what the general meant and said, "Back to the general, after my subordinates learned how to read, they gave themselves a nickname, but they haven't officially registered the change yet."
He didn't want the general in front of him to give him a name. He also wanted to keep the name he had on Earth.
Just take this opportunity to clear your name.
The word "Hei Wa" will be kept as a nickname from now on.
Shan Liwen grinned. The little guy with a lot of personality refused the general's kindness.
The man smiled nonchalantly and said, "Oh, what are you going to call me? Tell me."
Chang Si Guo bowed slightly and said, "Chang Si Guo. It means to calm down, always reflect on your own mistakes, and then do good and avoid evil, so as to overcome wrong. This subordinate learned a few words and thought about it blindly. Make the general laugh."
In this world, there is no such thing as "sitting quietly and thinking about one's own mistakes". He changed it to a popular explanation.
General Fang nodded slightly and said casually: "Not bad." However, he was not interested in chatting with a little guy and asked again: "Do you still remember where you are from?" This question was obviously about Hei Wa's past files. Have read them all.
Chang Siguo shook his head and replied: "I have no memory of what happened in the past."
General Fang comforted him: "It doesn't matter, just think of it as a fresh start. We cultivators hold our future in our own hands. We have great opportunities to make wives and children, and to open a powerful family for hundreds of generations." After a few words, Remove hidden dangers of unknown origin.
Chang Siguo handed over his hand and said, "Thank you very much, general. I will work hard as my subordinates."
General Fang leaned back, looked at the young man who was standing with his head slightly bowed, and said with a smile: "In addition to practicing Fuhu Jin, have you also practiced other techniques?"
Chang Siguo took out a green silk handkerchief and a sheepskin scroll from his arms and said: "My subordinates have been practicing Fuhu Jin hard. In the military camp, I had no chance to acquire more advanced techniques. On the day the camp was broken, I killed a Beirong soldier. The cultivator obtained a record of the training experience of the 'Zhao Meng Body Tempering Technique'. From it, the subordinates figured out the usage of skills such as vertical leap, traceless, and energy-driven energy. They also relied on the simple skills they learned to escape the following. Beirong cultivators chased and killed him several times."
"This sheepskin scroll was captured by my subordinates and An Xuelun when they killed Beirong cultivators together. There is a secret book recorded on the scroll. My subordinates did not understand the words on the scroll, but An Xuelun only knew little about it. In a few words, he advised his subordinates to choose one skill to concentrate on practicing after returning to the military camp, and not to dabble in too much. He said that although there are deep and shallow differences in the skills, they should not be complex but not refined, and the subordinates believed it."
He had already guessed General Fang's real reason for summoning him, so he tried to reply in as much detail as possible.
What he said can withstand verification, but he is not prepared to reveal anything about his cultivation of health and the mysterious piece of black jade. He has already figured out that what he really relies on to hide his cultivation is cultivation. physical strength.
The breath in the meridians and the true energy in the body can be freely transformed into each other, which is the result of the health-nurturing skill.
The old Taoist Mingyuan who taught him the health-preserving skills has vast and unfathomable magical powers. Chang Siguo still can't figure out what the old Taoist's intention is? Regarding this skill, you can hide it whenever you can.
He also found reasonable excuses and explanations for his ability to conceal his cultivation.
An Xuelun was still the talkative one. When the two of them were lurking in the snow nest, they couldn't hold it in anymore. They asked him covertly about hiding his cultivation, but instead asked him to get some useful things from him.
It can definitely withstand the general's cross-examination and solve these problems once and for all.
