After the Northern First Army entered Baling Village, Li Chengqian and Gan Mao said a few words, and then rode forward alone.

Riding the horse under his crotch, Li Chengqian came to a hillside.

Turning over and dismounting, Li Chengqian tied the reins to the big tree on the side, and he walked forward a few steps by himself, and finally stopped at the top of the mountain.

Taking off the iron sword from his waist, Li Chengqian sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain and placed the iron sword in front of him along with the scabbard.

With his hands clasped together, a cyan light burst out from the inside out of his whole body at this moment, with his body as the center, constantly vibrating outward in a circle.

Dao Dao was like a ripple cyan light, combined with Li Chengqian's eyes, behind him, faintly, a more illusory figure appeared.

And not far from Li Chengqian, Gan Mao was standing there, leaning against the big tree with his hands crossed, looking at Li Chengqian who was meditating on the top of the mountain with interesting eyes.

I haven't rested for long before I have to start feeling the vitality of heaven and earth again, this second highness, it seems that the blow of that bitter wood is still not small.

Gan Mao naturally heard about Li Chengqian's defeat after learning about Kumu and the others' current cultivation, otherwise how could he be a prince and go north with the Northern First Army, it was not an experience, but what Gan Mao didn't expect was.

This Second Highness is so hardworking.

After two days and two nights of long-distance running, Rao is Ganmao is still a little tired physically and mentally, not to mention the four thousand Beiyi soldiers under his command, who are now all starting a fire in Baling Village.

And Li Chengqian, such a delicate prince, ran on the horse for two days and two nights, and his pale face was not only a miserable image that could be explained, after arriving at Changbanpo, Gan Mao was afraid that Li Chengqian would fall down directly, and Baling Village was only forty miles away from Changbanpo.

originally thought that after arriving at Baling Village, Li Chengqian would fall asleep directly, but he didn't think about it, but he ran to the top of the mountain alone without saying a word to temper his internal strength.

Gan Mao shook his head, Li Chengqian's move was a little too hasty in his opinion.

So, Gan Mao coughed twice, and then walked towards Li Chengqian.

And Li Chengqian was because he heard the sound of coughing behind him, so he quickly withdrew his internal force into his body, picked up the iron sword in front of him, turned his head, and saw that the person who came was Gan Mao, Li Chengqian's brows furrowed, as if he was a little puzzled.

"You temper like this, do you know that it is detrimental to the foundation."

Gan Mao glanced at Li Chengqian, and at this time, he simply didn't call Li Chengqian by an honorific title.

Anyway, his temperament is like this, he has always had nothing to look at the emperor of Jinling, and verbally he is at most His Majesty of Jinling, and he wants him to be honored as the emperor, unless the emperor of this generation is not Li Dunmin.

However, Li Chengqian's words, because of Bai Qi, Gan Mao and Sima Cuo still had a good impression of him.

It's just that after getting along these days, Gan Mao can also see that this second prince Li Chengqian is not a prince who pays attention to etiquette.

In this case, I am annoyed by these red tapes anyway, so I can simply call it out.

If you call it by name, Gan Mao still won't, he knows it in his heart.

And when Li Chengqian heard Gan Mao call himself you, his complexion did not change, but Gan Mao actually pointed out to himself, for this, Li Chengqian's face was still a little surprised, but in the end, he showed a bitter smile on his face, hung his head, and said in a weak tone

"But otherwise, the difference between me and them will only get bigger and bigger."

Gan Mao's eyes were cold, and he raised his palm and slapped it out casually.

Suddenly, Li Chengqian only felt an extremely cold palm wind brushing past his cheeks, his body trembled, his expression couldn't help but panic, he turned around and looked up, he only saw that the palm wind directly dispersed the clouds and mist in the sky.

"This, is it?"

Li Chengqian gasped, and looked at Gan Mao with a somewhat grim look in his eyes.

Don't look at Gan Mao's palm, it doesn't seem to be very powerful, but Li Chengqian clearly felt it, and the palm wind of this palm is up and down.

Everything is made up of strong internal force, if this palm is slapped on his body, even if it is just a passing shoulder, but as long as he touches himself, he will be seriously injured and rest in bed for at least half a month.

There is no starting hand, and there is no action to gather internal forces.

Gan Mao's palm, is it really casual?

But even if it is done casually, how did Gan Mao do it, and the palm wind of this palm is full of strong internal force.

The gathering of internal forces, in Li Chengqian's cognition, takes time, and this period of time may be shortened due to the level of cultivation.

However, how much time did it take for Gan Mao to go from speaking to his palm?

Is there a breath?

"General Gan, how did you do it?"

This is beyond Li Chengqian's cognition.

Even if the reason for cultivation will shorten the time to gather internal force, how high will Gan Mao's cultivation be?

In Li Chengqian's opinion, he always thought that Gan Mao's cultivation was only six or seven grades.

However, even if it was the time when a sixth-grade monk gathered internal strength, he Li Chengqian could feel it, where was it like Gan Mao, before he could react, the palm wind had already passed by his cheek.

I saw Gan Mao snort coldly, frowned, and said

"Don't be fooled by illusions, I just want to tell you that if you lose your foundation in such small things, it is absolutely impossible to take a higher step in the future."

Could it be that I still have to explain to you that the palm just now was actually that you were deceived by the momentum?

Seeing that Gan Mao did not have a specific explanation, Gan Mao's last sentence was naturally ignored by Li Chengqian, and he looked at Gan Mao's eyes.

At this time, there is, but it is dignified.

I can't see that a general who has been exiled to Jiangling for ten years has such a terrible combat power, I really don't know what level Teacher Bai's cultivation will improve after ten years.

Seeing Li Chengqian looking at himself like this, Gan Mao rolled his eyes helplessly, it seemed that the second prince had some misunderstanding about himself.

With his hands spread, Gan Mao patiently reexplained

"After a long trek, plus you haven't experienced such a thing in the palace before, your body and mind have reached a critical point now, if you still have to forcibly operate your internal force now, a grade monk will only be your apex in the future, understand?"

Li Chengqian's eyes darkened.

In fact, he understands these truths, but the breath in his heart is always unable to swallow no matter what, and when he thinks that Kumu may still be cultivating at this time, Li Chengqian can't relax in any way.

As if he had seen through Li Chengqian's inner thoughts, Gan Mao couldn't help but complain

"Don't think too much, Kumu he has walked from the blade all these years, I don't know how many times he has experienced life and death, and he deserves to get to this point, but you are different, now this is your first time to go out to practice, the road in the future is still early, wait until the future and then slowly catch up with Kumu, isn't it over, the iron arrow master abandoned martial arts and cultivated after the Buddha to improve is not fast and shocking? This kind of thing can't be rushed. “

simply cited the things of the Iron Arrow Zen Master back then, although Gan Mao was a reckless man, but he was thick and fine, but he didn't like to use his brain on weekdays.

"Okay."

Li Chengqian finally agreed, withdrew the internal force he had scattered outside his body, and re-tied the iron sword around his waist, but his face was still not good.

"Come on, don't be sad, won't it be over if you kill a few more enemies on the battlefield in the future, Kumu is better than you now, but does he have military merits? Who are you? You are a prince, and you have made some achievements in military merits, so isn't it more face-saving than just a cultivation to pass it on? ”

Gan Mao put his hands in his hands, and he spoke more and more straight.

The experience on the battlefield over the years has long made Gan Mao look down on cultivation a lot.

You say that no matter how strong your cultivation is, can you alone defeat thousands of troops?

As soon as the army rushes, no matter how strong you cultivate, you will still die as scum.

Besides, your identity as Li Chengqian is a prince, but what about Kumu?

To put it nicely, it's a swordsman, but to put it mildly, Kumu is now at most a flat-headed commoner.

People don't care about it, and the farther you go in cultivation, it's not very good.

And you are a prince, so since ancient times, don't princes have to fight for that position?

If you don't fight for that position, you just don't do your job, you know?

You said that no matter how much you cultivate, you can't guarantee that you can sit firmly in that position.

Gan Mao remembers it clearly, among the princes of His Majesty in the last era, there were one or two who were strong in cultivation.

The first to bear the brunt is the current king of Nanyue.

That's right, the cultivation of the King of Nanyue was an eighth-grade monk back then, and he was only one step away from the ninth-grade, and he could even sprint to that level in his lifetime.

The second is Zhou Dunyi, cultivation has always been a mystery, but it will not be low.

The age of the King of Nanyue at that time was also nearly thirty, and when he reached the age of the eighth-rank monk, how could he say that he was also a genius, but in the end?

It's not that he can't compete with the eldest prince Li Dunmin, and in the end he wanted to raise an army to make a rebellion, but he was suppressed by his backhand, and his cultivation was also abolished.

Cultivation is really useless.

These are the inner words of Gan Mao.

No matter how strong you are, there are still many people who are stronger than you.

No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than others?

For him to be entangled in these things, it is better to kill the military merits on the battlefield with a knife and a shot to stabilize his position, isn't it?

Although it is difficult for military merits to become a decisive factor in the future, but you, Li Chengqian, have killed a few times on the battlefield, and the soldiers in the army will definitely bear the brunt of the impression of those princes.

In Gan Mao's view, Li Chengqian is now blind and entangled.

And Li Chengqian didn't know whether he listened to Gan Mao's words or not, but nodded a few times, then arched his hands, and then walked past Gan Mao, walked straight to the side of his horse, untied the reins, turned over the horse, and said to Gan Mao

"In that case, I'll go back first."

After the words fell, Li Chengqian drove his horse and turned around and went down the mountain.

On the hillside, only Gan Mao was left.

Gan Mao sighed, didn't do anything, just took a few steps forward by himself, looked up at the sky, and didn't know what he was thinking about in his head.

"I don't know, it's going to be the army that came here."

After saying this to himself, Gan Mao laughed self-deprecatingly.

What are you thinking about?

On the road of Changbanpo, the Central Plains Coalition Army will at most send an army from one country to come, how can this be regarded as one of the three fronts.

Myself, a little whimsical.

If a country's army is to be armed, it is estimated that there must be 10,000 people.

It's okay, this amount is still within the acceptable range of Gan Mao's heart.

Don't look at his fearless appearance on the surface, in fact, he still has a number of Central Plains coalition forces in his heart.

I just don't know, boss, how to deal with the main force of the Central Plains coalition army.

After all, compared with here in Nagasakapo, the obvious white rise will be the direction with the greatest pressure on this battlefield.

That's at least 200,000 Central Plains coalition troops.

It's not a cat or a dog.