Li Muchan looked at him with a smile, Xiong Sihai stared at him with wide eyes, and the other two people came to the door and stood on both sides.
Li Muchan picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating, ignoring Xiong Sihai's fierce eyes.
This time, he ate slowly and chewed carefully to maintain his health.
After eating, he wiped the corners of his mouth. This was in a military camp and he couldn't be as meticulous as outside, so he had to wipe his mouth with his hands.
He looked up at Xiong Sihai, who stared at him with wide eyes.
Li Muchan smiled: "How are you doing?"
Xiong Sihai coughed, shook his neck, and said harshly: "Let's just say, if you defeat us, you are the boss. I should call you big brother!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "I don't like being called big brother."
Xiong Sihai frowned, his eyes gleaming fiercely, as if he wanted to pierce his body.
Li Muchan said: "Thank you very much, I won't give it away."
Xiong Sihai remained motionless, as if he didn't understand what he said, and just stared at him.
Li Muchan got off the kang and walked back slowly.
Xiong Sihai stared straight at him, watching him get off the kang and walk out the door. The other two people took a step forward, blocked the door side by side, and stared at Li Muchan coldly.
Li Muchan smiled: "Can you stop me?"
"Hmph, you have to block it even if you can't!" The thin man's small eyes widened and he said fiercely: "Little monk, please be more clear-minded. Don't think that it's enough for you to be able to fight, brother?"
"Xiaohe, you should call me second brother! He is the eldest brother!" Xiong Sihai pointed at Li Muchan.
"...Second brother, do you want to let him go?" Xiaohe asked roughly.
Xiong Sihai snorted: "He is the eldest brother. He can do whatever he wants. No one can care...get out of the way!"
"...Okay." Xiao He hummed and glared at Li Muchan. The two of them took a step back and stood back at the door, still looking at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled: "I'm not a big brother."
After that, he stepped out of the house and walked slowly into the courtyard. The sun was shining brightly, the sky was high and the air was crisp. The blue sky was filled with white clouds. It was such a good weather.
As he walked around, he noticed that people were looking at him with strange eyes, filled with excitement, expectation, and jealousy.
Li Muchan closed his mind, ignored them, and walked around the yard, his mind racing, thinking about what had just happened.
He understood why Xiong Sihai considered him his eldest brother. It was not true respect, but helplessness.
He was defeated by himself, his strength was inferior, and the tyrannical image he had always established collapsed, and he was no longer able to suppress everyone. If he wanted to rebuild his majesty, he had to kill himself, or settle for second place and be his own representative.
In this way, he is inferior to one person and superior to others, and everyone must still be honest and obedient.
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled. This Xiong Sihai is not just arrogant. He uses force to bully others. He is also quite proficient in power. He should not be underestimated.
His boxing skills should be related to tigers. Judging from the charm between his momentum and fists and feet, he looks like a fierce tiger, but he is restrained by his bear, suppressing his momentum and preventing him from punching as much as he wants.
He can be regarded as the boss, and his martial arts skills are indeed powerful. His fists actually have a faint light and are extremely powerful. This obviously means that his boxing skills have reached a certain level.
When he has mastered the Flying Bear Palm Technique to a certain level, he will probably be like this, but now there are only bursts of heat and a great increase in strength, but nothing else.
He wandered slowly for a while, then found a secluded place and began to practice the Flying Bear Palm Technique. He was very curious about what he would look like after his inner energy was deep.
Today's internal energy cultivation cannot use the spirit, only the body. It is taboo to interfere with the mind. The chief instructor has warned it in advance.
He practiced until mid-morning, and when he was getting into a good state, he suddenly shouted: "Mingkong! Mingkong! Is Mingkong there?"
Li Muchan was startled, then hurriedly stopped his momentum, and raised his voice to agree: "Yes!"
"Come here!" shouted someone from a distance.
Li Muchan stood up and followed the sound to the door. Two strong men stood in front of the door, looking him up and down. When he came closer, a man asked: "Are you Mingkong?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Exactly."
"Well, are you new here?" the big man asked.
Li Muchan nodded, the two big men looked at each other and said solemnly: "Okay, you can go!"
After saying that, the two opened the door. Li Muchan was startled for a moment and opened his mind.
He was on guard, fearing that someone was plotting against him, so he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the two people's emotions.
The two of them were filled with emotion: This little monk was really lucky. He was released after only two days in prison. It seemed that he was highly valued by his superiors. An ordinary guy had violated military regulations and had to be locked up for ten days and a half.
Li Muchan saluted the two of them and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he slowly turned around and looked at the people in the courtyard. They all looked at him curiously.
Most of them didn't make any big mistakes. Fights were the most common, and some were robbing things or being lazy and slipping to avoid training.
If you are locked up here for half a month or seven or eight days, you will be released.
He stepped out of the door.
There were densely packed armored soldiers standing outside the door. Four big men in black cloaks and shining breastplates were standing coldly at the foot of the steps, staring at Li Muchan.
"Mingkong?" asked a big man, neat and neat in appearance.
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes."
"Let's go to Yanmingtang!" The big man said solemnly, turned around and left.
The two big men moved and stood behind Li Muchan. The four of them sandwiched him between them and walked outside.
Soon I came to a small courtyard with the words "Yan Ming Tang" written on it. It was upright, upright and peaceful, and there was no sign of solemnity.
Li Muchan followed the big men and came to the hall in the middle.
There are two banners hanging in the north of the wide lobby, with the words "strict" and "ming" written on them respectively. The dragons and phoenixes are dancing, and they are full of momentum.
There is a writing desk at the bottom of the banner. There is a person sitting behind the desk. He has a nice smile and kind eyes. It is Li Sima.
There was an Eight Immortals table on the left and right under the case, with one person sitting on each. They were both old men, holding paper and pen, lazily watching Li Muchan come in.
Li Muchan saw Li, and Li Si immediately looked him up and down, nodded, and said with a smile: "You can do well, not bad, not bad!"
Li Muchan thanked him for his concern.
Li Sima waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mingkong, you killed six people in self-defense. It has been clearly investigated."
He coughed, his face darkened, and he said solemnly: "Sentenced once, life will be sixty!...Okay, go ahead, go back and train hard."
Li Muchan bowed, turned and left.
He walked around three times, passed through the endless tents, and returned to his tent. Zhao Shengli and the others were resting and preparing to have lunch when they saw him come in. They were very surprised.
"Haha..., good boy, you're back so soon!" Zhao Shengli laughed, stepped forward and patted Li Muchan on the shoulder, looking up and down: "Okay, okay!"
Cai Yuzhang smiled and said: "Monk, I thought you were going to be locked up for seven or eight days. We were just talking about whether you could hold it back inside."
Li Muchan understood what he meant. Once inside, there will always be those who claim to be kings and hegemons. One of them will either surrender or be bruised and bruised. There is no other way out.
"Monk, did the guy named Xiong bully you?" Li Baolu asked with concern.
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "No, I came out before I had time."
"Haha, your fortune is good!" Zhao Shengli laughed, with a face full of joy, and said: "This guy named Xiong is the captain's brother-in-law. He is lawless and has strong martial arts. No one in our Xiaoqi camp can control him!"
"Is he very strong in martial arts?" Li Muchan asked.
"No!" Zhao Shengli nodded and hummed: "This guy has wasted all his good qualifications. He has reached the middle level of Tiger Roaring Fist. Except for a few people, no one can beat him."
Feng Dakun snorted coldly: "If he hadn't been strong in martial arts, even the captain's brother-in-law would have been punished long ago for being so arrogant!"
Li Muchan nodded thoughtfully. From this point of view, there are only a few good soldiers in the army, and his own cultivation is considered superior.
He had always been worried that without his deep inner strength, he would not be able to exert his strong-willed advantage and would become a weakling in the military camp, so he always acted in a low-key and cautious manner.
Now it seems that I was too careful and my strength is enough.
If you think about it carefully, you have the indestructible power of the Vajra to protect your body, you are extremely powerful, and you can control your strength. Unless you meet an extremely skilled person, you can protect yourself.
"Monk, tell me quickly, how was the judgment determined?" Zhao Shengli asked hurriedly.
Li Muchan sat on the couch and said with a smile, Zhao Shengli shouted: "Damn, you are so cruel!"
Feng Dakun frowned, Cai Yuzhang also shook his head, but Li Baolu chuckled and said: "Sixty lives is indeed a lot, monk, you are out of luck!"
Although Li Muchan knew the laws and regulations, he did not understand them and hurriedly asked what happened.
As Cai Yuzhang spoke eloquently, Li Muchan gradually understood.
There are two systems for military merit. One is based on merit and demerits, with a total of three levels of merit. The other is based on heads, based on the number of kills. The two complement each other.
One major offense is equivalent to first-class merit. To achieve sixty lives, sixty people need to be killed.
Calculated in this way, if you want to be promoted, you must first perform a great feat and then kill sixty people before you can pass. Until you complete these two things, you will always be a small soldier.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly when he heard this. He thought it was nothing serious, but now it seems that it is vicious.
It seems that the killing of fellow soldiers is deeply abhorred in the army. An ordinary soldier who has been a soldier for a lifetime may not be able to achieve first-class merit.
Feng Dakun shook his head: "Monk, you will never be promoted in this life!"
Li Baolu chuckled and said: "Monk, it doesn't matter. You are so powerful. Killing sixty people is not a big deal! ... Otherwise, I will give you a few when the time comes!"
"Li Zi, stop talking about these useless things!" Zhao Shengli glared angrily, scratched his head, and frowned in thought.
Li Baolu shrank his head, chuckled, and said no more.
Li Muchan smiled. He still understood this. The army would never allow merit to be deducted. Otherwise, if you use your power to compete for military merit, the army would be in chaos.