The forester rushed to his inn, left the ox cart outside, and entered the door tremblingly, only to see more than 100 people standing in the courtyard, and it was the little general who was gathered in the center.

"General......" he shouted timidly.

Bu An turned his head to look at him, as if he was not surprised at all, and smiled: "Coming?"

"It's coming," the forester smiled and pointed outside, "The general wants it...... I brought all the fabrics I wanted......"

Bu An raised his eyebrows towards Luo Qingting: "You go and see, if it's enough." ”

Luo Qingting ran out with a brisk "hey", and before he reached the door, he turned back and said happily: "Enough is enough!

"Then please go to the tailor's shop and help the forester. Bu'an gestured to Luo Qingting: "The red camp will send it off, and after the delivery, I will take the forester with me, and go to inform the rich families to gather in front of the county office." The forester is familiar with outsiders, has a big face, has him, and is easy to talk to. ”

"County office, assemble?" The forester was wondering, and Luo Jiachen, who was leading the team, yelled, "Don't hurry up yet", so he had to follow out stupidly.

When Luo Qingting and his party walked for about half a stick of incense, the black camp also came out of the inn. But the blind man was instructed not to urge the people to gather, but to return to his old business and do his old job: to investigate the evil movements in the county.

As a result, only the Green Camp was left in the inn. Because Qingshan was still in retreat, Bu An did not assign anything to her green camp, only let them guard the inn, which was regarded as the protector of the Dharma for their own family.

And Bu An himself was finally almost busy, taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to do, he was holding a white wooden short bow and standing in the courtyard to practice archery.

He held his breath and concentrated, and at a distance of ten or so feet, he aimed at the trunk of the banyan tree in the courtyard, and used the spirit between his fingers as arrows, and shot dozens of arrows without hurrying, and the arrows all hit the trunk, leaving dozens of arrow pits that were only a few inches apart, pebble-like size, and less than three points deep.

The people in the green camp had long been accustomed to Bu Ye's earnestness when he practiced the bow, and only when he finished shooting a round and hung down the short bow did they applaud.

This is a good voice, all of them seem to come from the heart, about their opinion, Bu Ye's ability is not in the cultivation in the first place, even if the power of the spirit arrow is limited, just looking at this quasi-head, it is already worthy of his diligent practice, and the strength that has never fallen one day.

Only Bu An himself knows that his spiritual cultivation has already far exceeded the realm of Zhu Xiuqi that day, if he shoots with all his strength, even if he can't shoot down this banyan tree with one arrow, it is not a problem to shoot it through.

It's just that the divine soul is the same as the spiritual power, there is no weight, and when practicing the head, there is no need to consider the power, just wrap it around the bowstring with a tiny penny.

It is also interesting to say, when he first arrived in Yuezhou, he carried a strange piano on his back every day, and the practitioners in Yuezhou thought that the seventh master Buye was practicing music;

Even if he has never memorized the piano since, everyone in the Seven Divisions still subconsciously feels that Bu Ye is best at music, and the rest are all juvenile minds, just practice fresh.

However, so far, calligraphy and archery have been involved, but they have not practiced etiquette and music.

In fact, he has no way to cultivate this two arts.

To put it more clearly, Bu'an has no spiritual power in his body at all, and all exercises rely on the divine soul. Among the six arts of Confucianism, archery, royalty, and art are clumsy, and he can imitate them perfectly, but there is no way to attract the resonance of the surrounding heroic spirits to be effective.

Fortunately, he accidentally got the inheritance from the old god Cangjie, although it is not the same as "calligraphy", but in the end, it is the same way.

I don't know if there is a god of music among the old gods...... In Bu'an's mind, all kinds of bizarre pictures flashed: scholars hunted old gods, collected gods, and eventually became a generation of great gods, known as god killers...... Well, that's too much of a second.

After three more rounds of arrows, he put the bow down, hesitated for a moment, and put it on his back. Then I started practicing my sword.

Now the people in the green camp couldn't help it.

In the past, when Bu Ye practiced swords, there were many people around, and he could sneak away. But at the moment, the other five battalions are gone, and there are only more than 20 people left in the green battalion.

So everyone had to lower their heads, hold back a smile, and try not to look.

"Bu Ye," Qin Xiu'e was straightforward and fast-talking, and she didn't follow Luo Qingting for a long time, she didn't dare to open her mouth in the past, but now only the people from the green camp were left, and she said coldly: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Step An horizontal split, straight stab, the move is extremely simple, the movement is not fast, just the pursuit of precision and stability, in the eyes of everyone, probably like a wooden man, no wonder everyone laughs.

He put away his sword, and glanced at Qin Xiu'e with a light breeze—or rather a thick skin—and said, "I refined it from the Lieqi swordsmanship, like this?"

As soon as the words fell, more than 20 people present actually ran more than half of them, and all of them seemed to have a sudden internal urgency and couldn't hold back.

Qin Xiu'e didn't run away, but her face was extremely exciting.

She half-opened her mouth, as if she couldn't cry or laugh, and only after a while did she mutter: "Lie lacks swordsmanship, but is it the secret of Tianmu Academy?"

"No," Bu An replied happily: "I bought it in Hangzhou City, and I have five taels of silver." ”

Half of the people ran again, and only the best ones remained.

Qin Xiu'e couldn't stand it anymore, lowered her head and said softly: "Master Bu, this swordsmanship...... Something isn't right, ...... Do you want to change the practice in the future?"

Bu'an is not stupid, when he has never practiced swords, he only looks at everyone's reactions, and he knows that there is something wrong with this practice.

But what he thinks, others don't know.

He has the divine power to the bottom, and he has the charm armor to protect the body, so he only needs to be fast and accurate when making a sword. Since this point can't be explained thoroughly, it is better to pretend to be in the dark - fortunately, his character has always been keen on cultivation and suffers from no talent.

"You know what. Bu An shook his head and said: "Immortal Shiyun, the column lacks a thunderbolt, and the hills and mountains collapse...... This column of missing swordsmanship was originally the peerless technique of my Tianmu Academy, but it has been spread widely for thousands of years, and the world has no eyes. ”

As he spoke, he slashed and slashed again, not caring what others thought.

The people in the green camp looked at each other, and Qin Xiu'e wanted to say something more, but was persuaded by the rest of the people with their eyes. She also knew that if she really wanted to break it, it would be too bad for Bu Ye to give face, so it was better for him to practice - after all, Bu Ye is a smart person, and after a long time, she naturally knows that this lack of swordsmanship is nonsense.

I don't know how long I practiced, Bu An estimated that the time was coming, so he put the sword into the sheath, and told Qin Xiu'e to take care of the Qingshan girl, and went out of the inn alone and went to the direction of the county office.