In the past twenty days, when Li Muchan was tired from practicing, he played with two little novice monks and ran wildly all over the mountains and plains. These two little guys were very active and smart, and they couldn't be treated like children.

Li Muchan turned around and patted the two of them on the shoulders, picked up the bundle from Bu Jing's hands, and said with a smile: "I will come back to play with you after a while!"

"Senior brother——!" the two young monks cried.

Carrying a long black stick and a baggage, Li Muchan strode down from Hanshan Temple and headed west.

After he strode away from Jiangcheng and was far away, he activated the Tianyuan Breathing Technique and used Qinggong to move quickly. The Tianyuan Breathing Technique was now extremely powerful, enough to support him in performing Qinggong.

His bag contained some dry food, stewed vegetables, some money, and a letter. The letter was a certificate issued by the Jiangcheng government that he was innocent and had not committed any crime.

As for Hu Feipeng's letter, he kept it close to his body to avoid losing the baggage and losing the letter.

He didn't want to use this letter, but he wanted to keep it. It might be useful at a critical moment.

The factional strife in the army is probably not inferior to that among civilians. Although Hu Feipeng is honored as the governor, he does not belong to the army after all, and is only regarded as a local army.

His words may be useful, but they may not be useful. If you send this letter, it would be best if you have friendship with Hu Feipeng, but you are afraid of having a grudge against Hu Feipeng, and you will be in bad luck.

Since there is such a risk, it is better not to take it out and rely on your own ability.

There is no real fairness in the world, and the network of relationships is everywhere, but fundamentally, the law of the jungle is still the law of the jungle, and strength is the most important thing. This is the general trend.

He walked very fast, making inquiries while walking. In ten days, he finally arrived at Tianlong City, an important town in the northwest.

It is said that the Shenwu Camp is fifty miles outside Tianlong City, and the recruitment matters are on the outskirts of Tianlong City.

Li Muchan inquired all the way and arrived at the gate of the south city. He saw a row of tents set up under the city wall. There were about hundreds of them. The tents were surrounded by wooden fences. In the middle, there was a big flag fluttering in the wind, with a black eagle painted on it.

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From a long distance away, Li Muchan felt the evil spirit coming toward his face, feeling solemn and solemn.

He looked around a few times and found that the situation was different from what he had imagined. It was not a huge crowd of people, with people eager to join the army, but a sparse crowd. While he stood there for a while, only two people walked in.

He watched for a while, then walked towards the military camp. When he arrived in front of the wooden fence, two armored soldiers at the door stretched out their halberds and crossed them. The halberd blades were cold and cold: "Stop!"

The two soldiers were dressed in iron armor, tall and mighty, with sharp eyes like falcons, which made people feel cold. They stared at Li Muchan coldly, as if they were ready to kill someone at any moment.

Li Muchan took off his baggage, took out the certificate issued by the government, handed it to the soldier on the left, titheed it, and said: "Two strong men, the young monk has come to join the army."

The two soldiers frowned, looked Li Muchan up and down, then looked at the letter in his hand, and hummed: "Look at how thin you are. Your body is very thin. If you join the army, you are seeking death. You'd better go back!"

Li Muchan was of medium height, thin, and spoke softly and politely. At first glance, the two of them felt that he was not the material to join the army and shook their heads.

Li Muchan thanked the two for their kindness and insisted on going in. The two shook their heads and let him in anyway.

Li Muchan walked in, and a thin middle-aged man came up to him. His face was as iron-clad, expressionless, and cold and lifeless: "Are you a monk here to join the army?"

A soldier handed the letter to him. The middle-aged man looked at it for a few times, waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Come with me!"

Li Muchan followed him to the north, along the middle road, until he reached the middle. In front of him was a martial arts training ground, with archery targets and stone mills, and two horses strolling next to it.

There were more than a dozen tables in the center of the venue, and there was a person behind each table, sitting lazily, stretching from time to time, and looking bored.

Hearing the footsteps, a dozen people raised their heads and looked at Li Muchan.

The dozen or so eyes were all cold, as if they were real. If it were someone else, his legs would tremble, and he would only be able to exert 30% to 40% of his 100% strength.

Li Muchan understood that this was the first level, and it was all about courage.

With a calm expression on his face, he slowly came closer and saluted: "Little monk Mingkong, I have seen all the generals!"

A burly middle-aged man among them waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Are you here to join the army?"

"Yes." Li Muchan nodded, and the burly middle-aged man said: "Seeing as you are also a martial arts practitioner, do you know that folk martial arts figures cannot join the army!"

Li Muchan said: "The young monk learned a few stick moves from his master, but he doesn't know the inner skills. He wants to join the army to learn superior martial arts."

"So, you haven't practiced internal skills and mental skills?" the middle-aged man said, beckoning: "Come here, let me take a look!"

Li Muchan stepped forward. The middle-aged man reached out and pressed Li Muchan's palm on the table. Two people reached out and pressed his wrist. Two fierce internal forces came in, walked around the Dantian for a few times, and then retracted.

The internal strength of these two people is not as strong as Hu Feipeng's, but they are also sharp and sharp as swords.

The two nodded: "Captain, you really have no internal strength."

The middle-aged man showed a smile: "Well, you go over first and pick up the grindstone!"

Li Muchan stepped forward, lifted the millstone easily, and put it down gently.

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "It seems that you are very strong! Can you lift it ten times?"

Li Muchan moved it ten times, but still felt relaxed. A dozen people sat up straight and became energetic.
Chapter completed!