At night, the city of Quanzhou in the curfew was quiet.

In the backyard of an inconspicuous inn in the southeast of the city, the seven divisions and six battalions each occupied a few rooms and slept horizontally. From time to time, someone rolls over or makes a few dry coughs that clear their throats, and there are obviously many people who have not fallen asleep.

Things are expensive to leave their hometowns, people are cheap to leave their hometowns, there is no such thing as tourism in these years, even if they are cultivators, most of them live in one place all their lives, and few go south and north.

There are more than 220 people in the Seventh Division, most of whom have never left Jiangnan Dongdao before, and now they are sleeping in a strange inn thousands of miles away from home, and they will inevitably toss and turn.

In a large bunk house in the corner of the courtyard, Cheng Xiu Cheng curled up at the end of the big bed, trying not to be next to the middle-aged fat man who was sweating all over his body.

The paper-covered windows could not let in much starlight, and the room was so dark that it was impossible to see anything clearly. Cheng Quan stared at the only window with some light, imagining what the current Yuezhou City would look like.

Tonight is a sunny night, there is no evil moon overhead, and there is no curfew in Yuezhou, it should be a bright and green place. In the painting boat on the Mash River, I don't know how many fragrant and glamorous fans.

When he walked out of Yuezhou a few days ago, Cheng Quan was still full of ambition, but now he is a little shaken. Is this trip really right? Tomorrow life can go on, why do you want to come to this muddy water, pigs and dogs are generally crowded on the Chase bunk of this broken inn, what is the picture?

He is twenty-seven this year, and when his father and mother were still there, he arranged several marriages for him, but the three new daughters-in-law who entered the door before and after all died of illness, and none of them could survive half a year. Since then, no matchmaker has been willing to draw the line for his family, and the eldest girl who has not been out of the cabinet nearby will be frightened when she mentions his name Cheng Quan...... Dad was worried that the Cheng family would die of heart disease, and his mother followed suit.

Cheng Quan was afraid that he would die in a foreign country, and he was even more afraid that his Cheng family would really be wiped out with him.

But that night on the Wangjiang Tower, he saw the vision of poetry and music to summon spirits, and after being promoted to a monk, Cheng Quan had a dream in his heart that had been sealed for many years, and he was about to move.

Many years ago, when he was a child, he dreamed of being a general on the battlefield...... He begged his father to send him to practice, but the entrance exam of Tianmu Academy was too difficult, and he had no chance to pass it.

So he retreated to the second, thinking that no matter how bad he was, he would be a ranger who came and went freely. But when he visited famous teachers all over the world and learned the wonderful array of Xuan, he found that those rangers who did not eat the fireworks of the world only lived in the drama.

At the age of twenty-seven, he is still in the realm of qi cultivation, and he doesn't have much hope for cultivation in this life. He just wants to rely on his ability to eat, if he can earn enough money and buy a passable woman to continue the incense, he will be content.

However, when the spark of hope is rekindled in the bottom of my heart, no matter how faint it is, it is difficult to turn a blind eye. On the night he returned from Wangjiang Tower, Cheng Quan stayed awake all night, and early the next morning, he packed his bags, dismissed his subordinates, locked the house, and embarked on the journey south.

On the big ship that sailed south, when he was summoned by the legendary Seven Sibu Ye, he cautiously expressed his willingness to be loyal, and lost no time in expressing his ability to be proficient in the formation of Xuan.

On the banks of the Grand Canal, he was classified as the Seven Divisions of the White Camp and under the command of Deng Xiaoxian, a flower Taoist priest - Deng Xiaoxian was about the same age as him and was very talkative.

After the six-battalion team battle, Cheng Quan tried his best to perform and almost used everything he had learned in his life. Bu Ye obviously noticed him, and later came to him specifically to say words of encouragement.

Obviously everything is fine, why is there always some anxiety in my heart?

Cheng Quan sighed softly.

Perhaps it was this sigh that evoked resonance, and the middle-aged fat man next to him suddenly said softly to himself: "I don't know if I can go back to Yuezhou in this life." ”

Cheng Quan listened to the sadness in his heart, he studied for a few years in order to apply for the Tianmu Academy when he was young, and suddenly remembered his favorite sentence of the year, and said softly: "A man should die in the border field, and the horse leather shroud ......" After many years, he was in a different place, and he understood how much weight this sentence had.

"I'm here for fame and fortune, and I can't get anything when I die. "The fat man is very affordable, and what he said is probably what most people in the Seventh Division think.

Cheng Quan smiled and was about to say something more, when he heard some movement outside.

After a while, someone shouted: "Everyone in the Seven Divisions listened to the order and came out to lead the blade!"

It's Buye's voice!

Cheng Quan got up in one go, hurriedly tied into his belt, put on his shoes, and ran out with the crowd.

Torches were lit in the courtyard at some point, and several soldiers came in with a few carts.

Bu Ye personally lifted the oilcloth covering the board car, and the dust rose, and everyone was dumbfounded for a while.

"I said Buye......! Is it a mistake?" asked a woman in her early twenties, with a look of astonishment.

Cheng Quan recognized the woman, she was the girl of the Luo family of the Xuanxiu family in Yuezhou, a woman who was very inconspicuous before, because she joined the Seventh Division early, and now she is the commander.

"Is it wrong?" asked the soldier who drove in. The soldier looked embarrassed by his question.

"That's right!" Bu Ye asked and answered to himself, pointing to the suspicious pile of things on the car and said: "This is the blade armor prepared for you by Lord Song Yin Ting, the commander of the Seven Fujian Dao Command, everyone picks one by themselves, and if you have one to take advantage of, don't waste it!"

Cheng Quan had seventy-two Qiankun nails inserted in his waist to set up the array, and other than that, he didn't need other weapons. But he didn't want to show a sneer at the blades, and followed the crowd closely, rummaging through the objects on the cart.

"Is this a call for Huazi?" This time it was Cheng Quan's top boss, Deng Xiaoxian, the commander of the white camp.

Cheng Quan was taken aback when he heard this, and secretly looked at Bu Ye, seeing that he had no intention of being angry, and said in his heart that the rumors were indeed true: the friendship between Deng Xiaoxian, the commander of our Bai Ying, and Bu Ye was extraordinary.

"Where is so much nonsense! If you can look at it, you can pick two things, and if you don't look at it, you will get out!" Bu Ye smiled in his tone, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Cheng Quan felt that he must have gained a lot of benefits when he went to see the commander of the capital today, otherwise he would not be so happy just with these rags.

Deng Xiaoxian over there heard this, and he really "got out". Bu Ye didn't stop him.

The rest of the people were not as arrogant as the flower priests, and they all picked them honestly. There are really people who have picked up swords and armor that can be used.

Cheng Quan was also lucky, he got a set of leather armor, shook off the dust, and it seemed that it could still be used. He doesn't need this for a formation cultivator, but this leather armor looks very magnificent, and it is a military asset that cannot be bought and sold by the people, so it is a big gain.

Even if it is collected, it is good, and in the future, it will be disarmed and returned to the field, and it will be hung in the house for future generations to see, so that it is good to know that Lao Tzu was a general who was in the battle formation back then. Thinking of this, Cheng Quan couldn't help but feel a little proud. Although the title of general can't be compared to him.

It didn't take long for more than 200 people to empty the cart and throw garbage on the ground. The guards who were holding the goods pulled the cart away, and everyone went back to sleep.

Cheng Quan was lying on the bed and heard the fat man muttering: "Fooling us with these rags, it is obvious that you look down on our seven divisions......"

After a few positions, someone chimed in: "My hands are itchy, when will Bu Ye let us fight, let these Nanban see our Yuezhou men." ”

"That's right. Wolves eat meat, dogs eat, and if you want people to look down on them, you have to see the truth under your hands. Cheng Quan's hatred and homesickness in his heart unconsciously faded.