The most urgent thing for Chen Qingniu's military practice this time is to find a mysterious and unpredictable seed of true meaning, and then go to the ancient battlefield immediately. It is like finding a good field, putting down the seeds, taking root and sprouting, and finally raising the war with the fighting spirit of the sword and iron horse, constantly watering the harvest in autumn. The embarrassing part of Chen Qingniu is precisely the first step in finding the seeds. Even the precious notes of the guests from all dynasties of Lotus Peak are vague about this, and they cannot give accurate and detailed shortcuts. After all, none of the guests choose the military path, and there is more of a bystander experience.

The camp is strict and upright.

This is the unique golden spirit of the army.

The two soldiers had already blocked the road with spears. Chen Qingniu turned over and got off the horse. He was not a arrogant and unscrupulous general. He could not do such a straight-forward act. He checked the official edicts for the gatekeepers. The latter said the specific location of the tent of the chief general, and he would release him respectfully.

This military camp has its own strength, like the rising sun.

This is an invisible benefit brought by the Suzaku Dynasty in the past thirty years on the territory of the Southern Continent, with great victory after successive victory.

Just imagine a small Changfeng camp in Iron Monument Town. Even so, what kind of amazing momentum should those generals who have taken the entire Yuhui Dynasty?

The head of Changfeng camp is a middle-aged warrior with a national face and a seventh-rank official. He looked like a person with a scheming temperament. After learning that Chen Qingniu was given the order, he took the initiative to go out of the camp to greet him. He also squeezed out some smiles and took Chen Qingniu all over the military camp. On the way, he met some powerful officials and deputy lieutenants who introduced Chen Qingniu one by one. He was mostly in his thirties and had similar ranks, and at most one or two ranks higher than Chen Qingniu who had just joined the army. He must have earned hard by military merit or through hard work. He could not be as serious as Chen Qingniu, but he would not be silly. Those who could make an eighth-rank military general on Zhuque by themselves were not stupid. Even if they were disliked by this young child in their hearts, they would not be reflected on their faces.

Generally speaking, there was a Changfeng camp leader who kindly helped the market, and the journey was calm and there were no accidents.

So after being sent to his tent, Chen Qingniu clasped his fists to the general and thanked him. The latter smiled and waved his hand and left.

As for the team under Chen Qingniu, the scout of fifty was pulled out two days ago to the border line two hundred miles away from the Iron Monument and patrol the border with other cavalrymen. The patrol of the border is definitely not competent for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. To put it bluntly, if they are really vulnerable, wouldn’t they be the first to give their heads and military merits to the bastards of the Sui Dynasty? In addition, the situation of the Sui Dynasty was declining, so the generals of the border army spared no effort to reward their military merits. In the eyes of the Xiliang border army, they were simply crazy. For example, the scout of the Sui Dynasty without an official position would kill an enemy scout in the formation and be promoted to two levels on the spot!

So, as long as Chen Qingniu sits firmly under his butt, he is one of the most powerful Changfeng Camp talks except the main general.

After nightfall, Chen Qingniu continued to breathe in the small and simple decoration camp, guiding things for a moment, and the Qihai brought the word "Sea". However, the practitioners in the world, the Qihai Sea are so big and the talented are just as big as a small lake. Most of them are just as large as a small pond, and there are even pitiful monks as small as a well. They are trapped by innate limitations and are truly frogs at the well and can only sigh at the sky. Of course, frogs at the well, at least they are still guarding the Qihai Sea of ​​a well, which is definitely better than those outsiders who seem to be in the puddles of rice fields and can only deal with grasshoppers and mosquitoes for the rest of their lives.

What makes Chen Qingniu strange is that his roots and bones are extremely amazing, that is, his innate talent is excellent. Unfortunately, he was cut off the roots and bones by someone with his great powers, and squeezed them dry out the sea of ​​qi without leaving any drops. Even with his innate qualifications, he could almost go against the sky and produce a relatively lush source of water in the dry sea of ​​qi, but he was implanted in two hibernating dragons in his eyes. In the long run, he was really a hibernating immortal among the hibernating immortals and would have to accept his fate. If Chen Qingniu had the benefits of the Tianlong Eight Tribes and subdued two hibernating dragons that caused trouble without bearing the cause and effect, then Chen Qingniu might not be able to become a talented person on the road of cultivation. As a result, that Buddhist treasure is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Compared with the hibernating dragons with both eyes, it is even better than Chen Qingniu, which completely lost his temper.

However, in the world, good and bad things depend on each other. God likes to take a nap, but it always leaves Chen Qingniu a glimmer of hope.

The torture of the thorn dragon made Chen Qingniu, who had lost the opportunity to be born with Taoist embryo, polished up an excellent acquired martial arts fetus.

The existence of the eight Buddhist sects in his body gave Chen Qingniu the confidence to be able to fight with all the monks in the Ascension Realm.

Things in the world are impermanent and fate is tragic. Chen Qingniu was deeply touched by this and can be said to have penetrated into the bone marrow.

Therefore, Chen Qingniu never regards the hard work of practicing.

For example, ordinary people have always been a great hardship. As a monk, Chen Qingniu, who has eight tribes, suffered the pain that he suffered is equivalent to a mortal, who is always suffering from toothache, day after day, year after year.

And there is no end to see.

What envy Chen Qingniu for such a great way of immortality?

But Chen Qingniu felt that the more this happens, the better he wanted to live.

After all, he still has many scenery not to see.

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Late at night, Chen Qingniu let out a breath of turbid air, stood up, hung the bronze soldier talisman around his waist, walked out of the camp, followed a hillside path to the beacon tower of the three-story building, and found out, it was purely curious.

The soldiers patrolling the night camp and the secret sentry were all sharp-eyed, and they also knew the identity of this person, so that Chen Qingniu's climbing would be unobstructed.

According to the Western Liang army, there were five people and four war horses. To the north of the Iron Monument Army, there were more than 300 beacon towers of different sizes, each with more than 30 miles apart. They were scattered and were embedded in the border areas of the two countries like nails.

After Chen Qingniu pushed the door and entered, he found that there was only one general Feng, two deputy Feng, and five general Fengzi, all of whom were sitting around the table on the first floor of Fenghun. They were all stunned and stared at themselves.

Everyone still holds a wine glass or wine bowl in their hands, and the rich aroma of wine permeates the beacon.

Chen Qingniu smiled and said, "You guys keep going, I'm just going to the top of the beacon tower to enjoy the scenery, don't worry about me."

A burly man looked fierce and said angrily: "Who are you?! Why are you trespassing in the beacon tower? Do you know that according to the military rules of the Western Liang, we can kill you on the spot..."

Chen Qingniu was too lazy to explain to them. Without saying a word, he took out his own money bag and threw out a piece of silver the size of a thumb, which happened to be thrown into an empty wine bowl that someone secretly put back on the table.

The silver rolled in the big white bowl, and the sound was crisp.

Chen Qingniu patted the sign on his waist, walked straight to the stairs, and said, "The scout who just arrived at the position has no intention of finding fault. You can drink your money. Just treat the money as money for buying wine. Remember to leave me a pot next time."

A baby-faced beacon pawn said blankly: "We are drinking so much that we can buy at most half a pot of this piece of silver..."

Before the careless Fengzi continued to speak, he slapped the burly man in the head. The latter was Fengshuai of the small mountain of Fengshi. He quickly stood up and smiled and said, "Sir, don't worry, our brothers will drink secretly next time, keep it and call you!"

The young Fengzi continued to chant: "It's just a chief, how can you be a general..."

He gave an elderly deputy Feng next to him a slap.

The boy looked confused and aggrieved.

Chen Qingniu walked twice to the stairs and came to the top observation deck. It may be because of the direct relationship between Yu Changfeng Camp. Compared with many beacon towers outside the Great Wall, this small mountain beacon tower is wider and neat. Chen Qingniu sat on the wall and looked up to the distance.

Of course Chen Qingniu understood the principle that planning and then acting, otherwise he would not be able to make it to visit the grave in Liulifang.

But after embarking on the road of cultivation, there are few such opportunities. After going down the mountain, they are unexpected and caught people off guard. Chen Qingniu can only take one step at a time, and at most, he can look at people and things outside of a few steps, and at most, he can step on the step he is about to take as strong and steady as possible.

When practicing military corpses, weapons are generally made of swords, iron spears, bows and arrows. There are also external masters of boxing who practice their bodies and cultivate a Vajra indestructible body and a perfect state, and can compete with magic weapons in the body.

As for swords, they are the nature of gentlemen, so they have a conflict with the battlefield. It is not difficult to get started with military cultivators, but it is much more difficult to reach the top of the sword and become superb than practicing swords. Especially among military cultivators, there are very few sword masters, because the swordsmanship is weaker than the "single-blade" swordsmanship. However, swordsmanship is the most important special monk in the world that should not be underestimated. If you still follow the military strategist, you will be a stingy guy that is also a headache for immortals and Buddhas.

Chen Qingniu thought about letting Zhu Zhenying choose a knife from the treasure house of the vassal residence. Of course, it should not look too fancy. It is better than the ordinary standard combat knife, which is enough.

Chen Qingniu put away his thoughts and turned to look at the burly man with dark skin, holding a wine pot, raised his hand, shook it, and smiled flatteringly: "General, come some?"

Chen Qingniu made a gesture of throwing it over and said with a smile: "Okay."

The Fengshang did not dare to be so disrespectful. He lowered his head and bowed his waist and trotted all the way, served it with both hands, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, General, brothers, I couldn't control my mouth tonight, and only half a pot of wine is left. Next time, the youngest one will definitely let the general drink all his fun next time!"

Chen Qingniu raised his head and drank it. He was strong enough and stretched out his thumb, "Not bad!"

Feng Shuai smiled so hard that he couldn't stop, "Just don't dislike him."

Chen Qingniu waved his hand and said, "Brother, don't call him a general. I can't afford it. It's not appropriate to pass it outside. My surname is Chen. I just came to your military town for a few days. I have some tricks from my family, so I got a deputy lieutenant of Xuanjie."

The Fengshu, who was also an old man in the border army, was obviously stunned. He really didn't expect that this young general with a good temperament was so honest and cheerful.

However, in this case, Fengshun would be more at ease. It would be better to be rough. As long as the character is not too bad, he would be confident that he could win over a good relationship. He would accumulate a big and small amount of incense with this young general through his mouth and the little wine and meat he bought with his tight salary.

No matter what, if there was a deputy Xuan Jie who could really have a deskmate who drank and called his friends, it would be considered a glorious thing with a bright face.

But at the same time, he silently warned himself that before finding out the details, he could flatter and not give a simple word. If he lost the iron rice bowl he was holding, he would not have time to cry.

He grinned and smiled silly, patted his chest and said, "Master Chen, my name is Zhao Daguang. I am a native Iron Monument. My ancestors have been scrambled in the border army for three generations. If you have any problems in the future, I will tell you if you are busy. I dare not say it. We are just a big bell commander, don't dare to brag about this, right? But the commander just ordered the commander and frowned. My old Zhao is a woman!"

The four beacon towers with four heads crowded at the other side of the stairs rolled their eyes, sneered and sneered, secretly hiding there to watch jokes.

Zhao Daguang didn't know the virtues of the four men under his command. He turned his head and lowered his voice, shouting angrily: "What are you looking at? Don't delay the elegant pleasure of Lord Duwei's viewing, a bunch of rough embryos, get out quickly!"

The four of them retreated in disappointment, but they still stayed on the second floor of the beacon tower, pricking up their ears and continuing to eavesdrop.

After Zhao Youguang turned his head angrily, he immediately had another enthusiastic face, "There is no way to rule, so the Duwei laughed."

Chen Qingniu drank wine and smiled, "There are many rules in the military camp below. You are a good place to drink, and I will definitely come here often in the future."

Zhao Youguang patted his chest and thumped, "No problem, Mr. Chen is willing to come, it's for us to save face!"

After drinking the wine, Chen Qingniu jumped off the wall and returned the wine pot to Zhao Youguang, "Then I'll go back first."

Zhao Youguang quickly bent down, "I'll give you a gift to the lieutenant."

Chen Qingniu emphasized his tone slightly, shook his head and said, "No need!"

The burly man nodded immediately and said, "Listen to Master Duwei!"

Chen Qingniu walked down the stairs, quickly left the beacon and went down the mountain.

Under the stars, the slender figure is gradually drifting away.

After Zhao Youguang watched him leave, the mouth of the wine pot was facing downwards, and there was nothing left.

The four Fengsui standing beside him, after seeing Fengshuo make this move, the young man laughed and said, "What's wrong, Fengshuo, are you thinking that the captain will leave you a sip of wine?"

Zhao Youguang's face was solemn and said in a deep voice: "Be careful in the future. You can become a real-powered general for the deputy commander of Xuanjie at a young age. You don't mind drinking without a glass of wine, or even a bowl of wine, and you are willing to drink so cleanly. Such people, regardless of their character or ability, will definitely not be easy to fool. They are not a fuel-efficient lamp! So in the future, we welcome him to drink as a Bodhisattva, but I, Lao Zhao, advise you four times, don't think about climbing high branches. This is the only scout in Changfeng Camp, not that simple, be careful."

After Chen Qingniu returned to the camp, he lay on the small bed that was not comfortable far away. Even if he had a layer of cotton mattress, it was still extremely hard.

However, Chen Qingniu actually slept extremely soundly.
Chapter completed!