Xiong Huai raised his gun in a look of disdain, stood up and stabbed the gun into the sky.

A formation had already been set up in the camp, but Xiong Huai rushed into the air without any hindrance, showing off his majestic appearance.

Xiong Huai turned around and laughed, "If you want something, you must not look forward or backward! - Brother Zhang, see you next year!"

Zhang Zhilin smiled but said nothing, feeling relieved in his heart, like drinking sweet wine, unable to express it in words.

Xiong Huai took a deep breath and roared inexplicably toward the camp, "Wait for me! Wait for me to come back!"

After uttering this howl, Xiong Huai didn't even look back. He brushed past the clouds against the wind and turned into a little white light on the horizon.

Zhang Zhilin chuckled when he saw this, "It seems that Shang Ziyin was determined to let Xiong Huai go, and there was no reaction at all from the formation in the camp. This kid, even after the end of the day, still can't forget Han Ying."

Zhang Zhilin turned around and saw a man holding a sword and staring at him. He smiled proudly and did not feel dissatisfied. This guy had been sticking behind him for a long time. Perhaps he was sent by Shang Ziyin to monitor him.

The sword-holding monk was only in the realm of enlightenment, so sending him to monitor Zhang Zhilin was somewhat of a demonstration and humiliation.

It's a pity that Zhang Zhilin doesn't care at all.

He knew that he had the secret of Taiyi Palace hidden in him. Shang Ziyin would let Xiong Huai go, but he would never be able to loosen the trap on him. But why did he care?

Who is he? He is the only Zhang Zhilin in the world.

Humming a little tune, smiling and nodding in greeting to the sword-holding monk, he walked towards the camp.

The monk holding the sword didn't recover until Zhang Zhilin was far away. He hurriedly turned around and returned to his life.

The monk holding the sword went straight into Han Yin's tent. Han Yin looked at the monk in front of him, feeling a little dazed, and then asked, "Is your name Wang Zhiwei?"

Wang Zhiwei was a little nervous and nodded in agreement.

Hearing this, Han Yin comforted him and said, "Since it was Brother Gu who asked you to come to me, Han will naturally not let you down. Just stay with me and learn swordsmanship."

Wang Zhiwei's behavior was restrained and he hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Han Yin put down "Wei Liao Zi" in his hand, "Shang, no, all the monks in the world are deeply hungry for the inheritance of Taiyi Palace. Shang Ziyin asked you to be my disciple. He must have found out the experience of Brother Gu.

The purpose of bringing you and me together is just to plot the secret realm of Taiyi."

"...At this time of troubled times, you and I are both chess pieces in Shang Ziyin's eyes. If you have something to think about, just say it."

Wang Zhiwei's heart gate opened, he let go of the long sword in his arms, and asked probingly, "I am in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han... Although Wang wants to make great achievements, he also has feelings for his hometown. Today he is following the Shang Kingdom to invade the homeland of nine provinces."

, somewhat unbearable... Where is the general? I think the general is not loyal to the young emperor Shang Ziyin, right?"

Han Yin raised his eyes to long for the sky, but what he saw was the top of the tent.

Han Yin chuckled, "When I was a boy, I had a white body and was free between heaven and earth. But now, I have an empty title."

The young man who studied military science beside his master Chun Yijian. The young man who wanted to travel all over the mountains and lakes all day long. The young man who only wiped his sword with his head in front of Qingyun was no longer young for a while.

Time will not lose any luster on the sword, but in the swordsman's heart, there will always be people and things he owes.

Han Yin stood up, "I have two masters who don't know what they want to live for. So they often tell me that I must not be like them."

"I shouldn't think about things that are too far away. But the sword in my hand never lacks a reason to hold it tightly." Han Yin turned around and looked at Wang Zhiwei.

Wang Zhiwei smiled knowingly. He was far inferior to Han Yin in terms of swordsmanship. But he also knew that the person holding the sword must eventually be worthy of the sword in his hand.

You must live a life of modesty and strive to be perfect and not dirty at all.

A swordsman may not understand anything, but he must understand swords. During the journey of cultivation, everything can be different, but there is only one thing, one person, and one love that cannot be let down.

After all, Wang Zhiwei still wants to prove himself to the world. He knows what he wants, and he also knows that Han Yin is the same monk as him. This is enough.

Wang Zhiwei glanced at the sky, stood up and said goodbye, "General, I'm going to rest."

Han Yin nodded in agreement, "I'll go and walk around the camp as I please. It's too boring to stay in the tent all the time."

and

After Wang Zhiwei left, Han Yin refused the request of the entourage outside the tent to protect him, and wandered alone in the camp.

There are many military tents in the camp. The ones on the inside are naturally occupied by the Duke and his retainers. The ones on the outside are naturally where monks from various sects and casual cultivators live together.

The main camp where the prince is located has its own means of isolating outsiders.

Han Duansha buried a circle of magic treasures outside the tent, and if he approached at will, no matter whether he was flying to the sky or the earth, as long as he was perceived to be a strange monk, he would be blown into pieces. Yan Gulai stood up with eight cauldrons outside the tent.

The monks who broke into his tent without giving an accurate explanation would be thrown into the cauldron to make firewood.

As for the other princes, they can be regarded as the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. There are always methods that outsiders can't think of.

Shang Ziyin told Han Yin all this. He even told Han Yin the origins of the monks brought by the princes.

Even the fact that Chen Tongtian Sect accompanied the army, which was unknown to outsiders, was not concealed from Han Yin.

Even Han Yin was able to walk freely in the camp because of Shang Ziyin's personal token.

From this aspect, Shang Ziyin's trust in Han Yin, an ordinary friend, is extremely high.

But tonight Shang Ziyin was discussing with the princes how to seize Yuanding Province, but Shang Ziyin did not involve Han Yin.

Han Yin didn't care at all about this.

He has always wanted to be a general who can control the battlefield and command troops on the battlefield. But right now, Han Yin doesn't want to be a general of an empire he doesn't understand.

I am worried about hearing the sound of swords and halberds, and gradually I hear music and music approaching.

The further you go outside, the closer you get to a place where bonfires are bright and noisy.

The military prostitute sang to my ears, "There are mountains and rivers and hundreds of battlefields, and a few people will know peace throughout the ages."

It was this line of lyrics that evoked the sound of swords and halberds, making the noisy sound even more harsh.

Han Yin stepped into the crowd, and the firelight hit his thin and resolute face.

The person who entered the scene was an army soldier who was listless and lost his mind.

The servants who accompanied the army existed as far back as the Han Dynasty. One was to eliminate the desire of the soldiers, and the other was to prevent the soldiers from infringing on the local daughters of good families.

Hanyin does not recognize such a system.

How can we make our soldiers fight for life and death while still suppressing evil and greedy desires?

Faced with this problem, Han Yin could only sigh helplessly.

Standing in front of the soldier accompanying the army was a strong man. He pulled the soldier's rough long hair with one hand, drew a sword with the other and put it on the soldier's neck. He shouted arrogantly and angrily, "Grandpa asked you to sing something nice for me. You can sing it."

What is it? Taiping Ci? There will be a war soon, you talk to me about peace! I don’t even know when my head will roll to the ground! You sing to me about his peace!?"

The servants who accompanied the army bit their lips and shed tears, and even swallowed without saying a word.

The monks on the side took advantage of the chaos and shouted, "Wu Yingma, don't you know, most of these servants are the female relatives left behind by the destroyed sects. Those sects either violated the king's laws of the merchants, or let their enemies

Went out."

"In the past, these landlady women were all very wealthy! Wu Yema, they all said that you worked hard on your body and were as happy in bed as a wild horse! That's why you got the nickname Yema! This woman doesn't know what's good and what's bad, so why not

You did it to her in public! Let's see if that thing is as big as a horse!" Another person also came to boo.

All the soldiers around burst out laughing. The dirty words formed a river and rolled into Han Yin's ears.

Han Yin looked at the soldier who was kneeling on the ground, crying, and his heart suddenly stung. He thought of Qingyun.

Wu Yema put away his sword and looked eager to try.

The waiter raised his head and smiled coldly, "I don't know what sounds nice. I'm just pitiful for my beauty, who has fallen like this."

The woman had already begun to wish for death, and her words became fierce.

Wu Yema didn't care about the woman's words. He took off his armor, grabbed the object under his crotch and threw it up, causing cheers and screams around him.

Just as everyone was cheering, the woman suddenly got angry, grabbed the sword from Wu Yema's waist and stabbed Wu Yema in the crotch.

After all, there was a gap in cultivation. Wu Yema panicked, grabbed the sword, and cursed with the sword, "You bastard, I want to make you happy today."

That’s enough! After you’re done feeling good, let the brothers feel good too and see if you still have the strength to be violent!”

The woman cursed with tears in her eyes, "Shameless! If you don't kill me, I will never spend the same day with you in the future!"

Wu Yema laughed loudly, "I just like strong women. Let me see how strong you are!"

The woman stopped talking, but blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Wu Yema slapped the woman, turned her over, leaned over and looked at her, and then laughed and said, "Bit your tongue? Your cultivation saved you. Why do you always seek death? When I feel comfortable taking care of you, there will be times when you feel comfortable."

Wu Yema had a sinister smile on his face. The woman sighed inarticulately, "I once knew there was peace, but unfortunately I am not a man of peace."

"Peace?" Someone sarcastically said, "My little lady is spoiled. When she gets here, there is no peace. We soldiers can't see peace. Instead of thinking about peace, we might as well have a good time tonight!"

-Ha ha ha ha!"

There was laughter all around again.

Wu Yema rubbed his neck and said with a smile, "It's a little cold, but it will warm up in a while."

"It's not cold, just touch it again."

Wu Yema subconsciously touched his neck and heard a "pop" sound before seeing a headless body.

Wu Yema was lost for a moment and was about to ask, "Isn't this my body?"
Chapter completed!