Shen Hui recalled the scene at that time, and after careful consideration, he said: "There are two monks in the late stage of foundation building among them. They seem to be much calmer than the others. But they haven't entered the camp yet, so they don't know the details." He only looked calm on his face. , his inner temperament is also very arrogant. He has seen a lot over the years, so he dare not jump to conclusions easily.
"That's true. It's not too late to make a detailed distinction after they are appointed." Yuchi Jing nodded and agreed, taking out a volume of documents and a large pen from Jin Hao, hoping to enroll Zhaoyan's disciples in the army.
These two objects are a brocade book of golden swords and iron horses, and the other is a fairy hair for mobilizing troops and generals. Although they are similar to ordinary paper and pens, they are high-level magical weapons. Every military camp has these objects. The person is in charge.
All monks who are recorded in large documents are considered to have truly joined the army. When they are alive, their names will be recorded in the list, and when they die, their names will be deleted. If there are rewards in the army, they will also be distributed according to this list.
As for the enrollment of Zhaoyan disciples, there is another convenience.
The two kinds of achievements in the sect can be exchanged in one direction, and the war function can be exchanged for ordinary achievements at a rate of one for ten.
The accumulation of military merits comes from the number of enemies and demons killed by the disciples on the battlefield. After joining the army, there is no need to count the heads and count the military merits like a mortal army, but the brocade book will record them on their own. If a person beheads a demon alone, the merits of the demon will be shared by the person who kills it alone. If multiple people kill the demon, the merits will be shared equally. The brochure does not care about favors, which is the most fair thing.
"This time, will they all be incorporated into the Dingping Guards under my and Daxiong's control?"
Among the two guards and four flagmen, Shen Hui was undoubtedly the most cautious and calm. Most of the people coming from the Shangzong were assigned to his command, which made Yu Chijing less worried.
Only this time, Yu Chijing hesitated a little and said, "No need, I have promised Lord Yi that I will give half of the Shangzong disciples to her Dingpingwei. I must keep my promise."
Qiu Yijun is one of the nine flag gates and commands the Dingping Guard among the four guards. He was not present at this year's handover banquet because he was on duty at the pass.
"Yijun's temperament..." Shen Hui raised his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal, but Chu Hunyi beside him trembled and raised his two round ears.
"Are you afraid that the Shangzong disciples will offend her?"
"I'm afraid she'll take the initiative to provoke him." Shen Hui knows Qiu Yijun's temper best.
Like Chu Hunyi, she is a half-demon, and her mother clan is the Shadow-hoofed Antelope, which is pretty good among the Congzhou spirit races.
He is very talented. Although he is the youngest among the nine bannermen in Qingwuying, his strength is firmly among the top three.
It is easy for geniuses to fight each other, and Qiu Yijun is half of the blood of monsters and spirits, not completely human. If there is a rift between the two races, she may not be able to reconcile it.
In addition, she had a brash and irritable temperament, and was used to being harsh with others. Shen Hui could already imagine that she would open her mouth and spit out all kinds of harsh words, making the Shangzong disciples' faces turn red with anger.
"I have promised her that I will give half of the Dingping Guards to her, and it is not easy to break the promise now. With her here, the monsters and spirits in the army can be at peace, and I can worry less."
Shen Hui's troubled expression did not change, so Yuchi Jing persuaded him again: "There is also Nie Qimen in the Dingping Guards. He is an old man in the army, and he acts in a measured way. Lord Yi also respects him very much. He will not be able to deal with it. There will be chaos.”
Nie Hai, another bannerman of the Dingping Guards, had served in the army longer than Yuchi Jing, and his seniority was almost equal to that of the school captain here. However, because he had been trapped in the Ningyuan period for too long, his lifespan was about to expire, and he would be dead soon. I'm going to retire to the town to retire, so I won't come to Minglu Pass.
Thinking of Qiu Yijun's usual respect for Nie Hai, Shen Hui felt relieved and nodded: "Then it's up to you to make the decision."
"In that case, I will send one of the more calm two people over. I hope that these two people can help you and Yijun a little, and suppress the remaining Shangzong disciples."
With a stroke of his pen, Yuchi Jing included the names of people handed over by Shen Hui into the brochure of thousands of troops.
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Zhao Chuan's heart was filled with alcohol, and he adjusted his breathing for a full day before it dissipated from his heart and he felt clear and clear again.
She should be the one who recovered the fastest among the six Zhaoyan people. However, since everyone was not present, she could not go to Minglu Pass alone, so she had to wait in the school captain's residence for the rest of Zhaoyan disciples to finish adjusting their breath.
The second person to recover was Wan Ru. After coming out of the room, he saw Zhao Shun sitting and waiting quietly in the hall. They looked at each other and smiled, and they were not surprised.
After that, it was Lu Shengcai and another late-stage foundation-building disciple Yao Shinan. As for Yue Shaozhou and Yuan Sui'er, because they were in the middle stage of foundation-building, their realms were different, so naturally they were the last two to leave the bedroom.
"If you drink too much and drink too much, you should just ask your brothers and sisters to wait."
Yuan Sui'er was the youngest and felt a little shy when she saw the other five people waiting in the hall.
"It doesn't matter, Junior Brother Yue is only half an hour ahead of you." Wan Ru raised her finger and pointed at Yue Shaozhou, who coughed twice and nodded.
After all, they are still young teenagers. Although their temperament is more impulsive, they are all very straightforward.
Lu Shengcai was eager to establish his position as the leader. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he hurriedly stood up and said, "Junior sister Yuan is here. Why don't we set off for Minglu Pass immediately? We won't keep Daoist friend Jing waiting for a long time."
Zhao Shun and Wan Ru did not care about these trivial matters. Yue Shaozhou and Yuan Sui'er were not as good as him in cultivation. Yao Shinan, who was both in the late stage of foundation building, seemed to have been convinced by Lu Shengcai, so no one in the six-person team spoke out against it. , everyone nodded silently, expressing agreement.
When they got out of the school captain's mansion, Jing Fan, who had picked them up earlier, had already driven to wait. When he saw six people coming out, he smiled and said, "Have you lost your drunkenness? Get in the car quickly. Minglu Pass is still some distance away from here. Qingmang Bullock carts go faster.”
The Qingmang ox-cart he mentioned was the four-oxen chariot under him. The Qingmang ox is a Congzhou spirit. Because of its extremely low bloodline level and shallow spiritual intelligence, it is difficult for the entire clan to have a demon cultivator who transforms into a demon. Among the clan spirits, it is divided into private properties of many races, used for trade with the human race, and is loved by the human race monks.
There are countless mortals in the human race. In terms of strength, they are not as good as this Qingmang Niu with shallow spiritual intelligence, but they can be self-sufficient and live peacefully in the three states.
These days of peace and security have something to do with the protection of the strong men in the clan. It was precisely because of the decline of the clan that Qingmang cattle became a commercial commodity. Zhao Xun tensed up and warned himself.
It was nothing more than making low-level spirits slaves, and Zhaoyan's disciples were not surprised.
After all, there are even many captive spirits with high bloodline levels in the sect's Beast-Futting Hall, which are rented and summoned by the disciples at will.
The six people got on the Qingmang ox cart. Jing Fan swung the long whip weapon in his hand and hit the copper-skinned ox butt. He immediately made it howl in pain, and the shoed ox feet moved forward quickly. Step forward, and after a few breaths, you approach the city gate.
A small formation was placed on top of the ox cart. No matter how wild the oxen were, they remained stable inside.
Zhao Chun realized that in the illusion of Yi Xuan Sword Sect's Sword Pond, her sword energy had greatly improved, and her sword skills were more than twice as fast. Jing Fan said that the green ox cart was as fast as Yu Jian's, but in fact it was not as fast as Yu's sword. The sword flies for half a minute.
But there is no need to compete for speed at this time, so there is no need to be unique and show off your own strength for such a useless reason as showing off your skills.
