After a night.
Fan Li led an army of 100,000 people and successfully arrived in the north of Yunzhou City.
Thirty miles north of the city, there are two connected barren mountains, which are suitable for hiding troops.
As a surprise force, the Chu army's first task is to hide themselves and then wait for opportunities.
"What are you doing?"
With a hundred thousand troops hiding in the mountains, there was naturally a lot to do.
Everyone is busy, but Han Yue has nothing to do.
She entered and exited Fan Li's army camp whenever she wanted.
military law?
In front of Han Yue, the best female swordsman in the world, military law is like a blank piece of paper and has no binding force.
"Uh...write a letter."
Fan Li stared at Han Yue nervously.
The letter in his hand was later sent by scouts to the camp of the Wei, Han and Wu coalition forces.
The military secrets involved must not be known to outsiders.
Fan Li wanted to cover up, but Han Yue moved lightly and reached Fan Li's side in a flash.
The two of them were so close that Fan Li could even smell Han Yue's natural feminine scent!
"Hmm~."
Hanyue hummed softly, her tone brisk.
"Your handwriting is really good. Sister Jinde must be outclassed by you."
Han Yue is arrogant and rarely praises others.
As a pure sword cultivator, she has little knowledge of the calligraphy of Confucian cultivators.
Praising Fan Li was just to make him happy.
Han Yue looked at Fan Li's expression expectantly, but the man didn't show the slightest hint of flattery.
He even moved to cover it up, as if he didn't want the words in the letter to be seen.
"Fan Li, what do you mean?!"
Hanyue's face fell instantly.
It was just a letter. If it wasn't written by Fan Li, she would have no interest in reading it.
"snort!"
She flicked her long sleeves, turned around and strode outside the military tent.
Fan Li did not give chase, and quickly added a few more words to the letter, and then summoned Zhao Jinniu.
"Call the top master of the scout camp."
"yes!"
After going back and forth, a thin man with a deep temperament appeared next to Zhao Jinniu.
Fan Li stared at him for a long time and then said: "I remember that your name is Qingyuan. You were the chief disciple of Wuyang Sect and the next heir to the sect?"
Wuyang Zong.
A martial arts sect in the Great Chu Kingdom with medium strength.
Wuyang Sect was founded more than 300 years ago, and its incense has been passed down continuously, and outstanding disciples often joined the Chu army.
Logically speaking, with Qingyuan's status, he should stay in the sect and continue to practice until one day he succeeds as the sect leader.
However, Qingyuan is currently in the Chu army, which means that he has lost the qualifications to succeed the clan leader.
"The commander of the subordinate scout battalion, Qingyuan, comes to see my lord."
Qingyuan knelt down on one knee, which was the most solemn military salute.
But he only mentioned his military position and ignored Fan Li's inquiry about Wuyang Sect.
This is really disrespectful!
"Presumptuous!" Zhao Jinniu muttered: "Answer the Lord's question!"
Qingyuan kept kneeling on one knee.
He lowered his head but still didn't answer.
Humble, but not mean.
Silence is also a kind of persistence.
When Fan Li saw this, he didn't feel angry at all, but felt more relaxed.
Qingyuan's calm and tenacious character is exactly what he needs.
In fact, the garrison's scout battalion is a very special existence.
Scouts, as the unit with the highest loss rate, may never return every time they go on a mission.
However, the responsibilities of a scout are extremely heavy, and ordinary practitioners are simply unable to handle them.
Therefore, superb cultivation, calm mind, and fearlessness of death became the three necessary conditions for a garrison scout.
Fan Li didn't know what Qingyuan had gone through, but he was selected by Fan Chun to be the commander of the scout camp.
But to be able to achieve this position, Qingyuan is definitely the first scout of the garrison!
"What's your cultivation level?" Fan Li asked.
"Ninth level of Nascent Soul Realm." Qingyuan finally spoke.
Fan Li was shocked.
With such strength, regardless of military merit, Qingyuan is qualified to serve as a guerrilla general based on strength alone.
If he could break through to the realm of divine transformation, it would be possible for him to become a partial general.
However, he was actually the commander of the scout camp.
"What kind of reward do you hope to get?" Fan Li asked again.
He was asking about a reward, in fact a pension.
The rewards for scouts who complete their missions have always been the highest standard in the army.
However, even if he fails to complete the mission and dies, the pension standard is the highest in the army.
If not, who would be willing to become a scout who narrowly escapes death?
"I have only one wish in this life."
Qingyuan suddenly raised his head and stared at Fan Li with burning eyes.
"Bai Rong, the candidate for the tenth Holy Lord of the Daci Dynasty, please my lord, try to kill her."
Fan Li sighed and stood up from his seat!
Kill the Holy Lord?
He had done this kind of thing once before, and he happened to be the Tenth Holy Lord of the Pure Land, Xue Feng.
Fan Li never expected that Qingyuan's request was for him to kill the successor of Holy Lord Blood Phoenix?
"Bold Qingyuan, do you know what you are talking about?" Fan Li asked in a deep voice.
"My subordinates know..." Qingyuan showed a forced smile. "I don't expect my lord to agree, but this is indeed my only wish. If it can be achieved, I will die without regrets."
Fan Li looked at him for a long time and sat down slowly.
At the same time, Fan Li, who was in Pengcheng, immediately began to check all the information on Qingyuan and Wuyang Sect.
As a result, he came to a surprising fact:
Not long after Holy Lord Blood Phoenix was surrounded and killed by Fan Li, Qingyuan's master, the leader of Wuyang Sect, suddenly died suddenly! ?
Another strange thing related to this is that Qingyuan's engagement partner, Bai Rong, who was known as the most beautiful woman in Wuyang Sect, quietly quit the sect and went to the Pure Land of Sanskrit.
"Is the death of Sect Master Wuyang related to Bai Rong?" Fan Li asked.
"yes!"
Qingyuan suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes, as if a blood feud was right in front of him.
"Master... is also my adoptive father."
"One day, Master returned from traveling and there was a female cultivator by his side."
"This female cultivator actually came from the Pure Land of Sanskrit."
"It turns out that the tenth Holy Master of the Sanskrit Pure Land has died and someone needs to take his place."
"The Pure Land has always been known as a place of refuge for suffering women in the world. The Holy Lord who fills the throne is also selected from outstanding female cultivators in the world, and is not limited to the Pure Land, to show that there is no door."
"The reason why Pure Land female cultivators visited Wuyang Sect is because they heard that our sect has a female disciple who is beautiful and extremely talented!"
"She wants to see if that female disciple is qualified to be trained by the Pure Land and become the successor of the Tenth Holy Lord in the future."
Speaking of this, Qingyuan paused for a long time.
Fan Li could clearly see that his body was shaking slightly.
Finally, Qingyuan spoke again.
"What that female cultivator wants to see is my junior sister Bai Rong, who is my engagement partner."
"Bai Rong is indeed extremely talented. Master has personally said that she is the most talented person in our sect in the past century."
"My subordinate is ten years older than Bai Rong and has practiced ten more years than her. However, in terms of realm and combat power, I can only beat her by half."
"Master once said that within three years, Bai Rong will be able to stand on equal footing with his subordinates."
"In five years, it will be impossible for my subordinates to defeat her..."
