Evening.

The rays of the setting sun shine on Jingping Mountain.

"Brothers, run hard for me!"

"You can't stop until you reach the end!"

"The sacrificial wine is looking at us, we are all proud sons of the martial arts, and we can't let our wise and martial sacrificial wine look down on us!"

"Three laps, we have three more laps to complete the task, don't fall behind!"

"Do you want to eat meat? If you want to eat, you can run, the sacrificial wine said, only when you run ten miles, you can have meat to eat at night, in order to eat meat, move forward! ”

On the school field, more than 100 good brother teenagers are running in line, and Lei Hu's figure is running in front, and his huge voice is like his figure, guiding countless teenagers to move forward.

Mu Jing stood in a corner of the school field, looking at this energetic teenager with his eyes, and he had a sense of responsibility in his heart, he wanted to cultivate these teenagers into battlefield generals, not for the sake of ambition and hegemony, just to keep their names in history.

"Pastoral wine, is it useful for them to run like this?"

The Taiping Holy Maiden stood slim, standing beside Mu Jing, and asked with some doubts: "You let them run ten miles in the morning and ten miles in the evening, I have never heard that running every day can practice martial arts!" ”

She also became an instructor in the martial arts hall.

Mu Jing pulled Zhang Huo up, on a whim, she actually pulled her in, she had nothing to do, she also agreed, anyway, she also wanted to see how far Mu Jing's martial arts hall could develop.

Thought instructor.

In the course of Mujing, every five days there will be a section of ideological education courses, the ability to learn, but the mind can not be let go, want to firmly grasp the hearts of these teenagers, kindness, money, rights, are all empty, one day they will encounter more temptation, life and death oppression, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not rebel, the only thing that can make them die is to establish a faith in their hearts.

Let the Holy Maiden of Peace do this work, absolutely no problem.

With her holy temperament, as well as the genes from Zhang Jiao, the first great sage and mentor of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the ability to teach herself, it is too easy to brainwash these teenage boys.

"Your Highness, running may not be a martial arts practice, but it is a manifestation of will!"

Zhang Huo's cultivation can have today, he is already a martial arts master, his eyes are so sharp, he can see the mystery at a glance: "Running is not only the training of physical strength and foot strength, but also the training of will, some of them have physical strength can no longer support, but they can still run, it is by virtue of a strong fighting spirit, this is what martial arts practitioners must have!" ”

"Instructor Zhang has good eyesight!" Mu Jing smiled and said: "My military training is a soldier, a soldier, eventually go to the battlefield, before I let them practice the ability to kill the enemy, they must first learn to escape, on the battlefield, if they can't survive, they can't kill the enemy, if they can't even run, I don't need such soldiers to go to the battlefield!" ”

"Isn't the brave winning on the battlefield?"

It was the first time for the Taiping Holy Maiden to hear these words, her eyes sank slightly, and she said with some rebuttals.

"On the battlefield, the strong wins!" Mujing Road.

"The strong?"

"A strong man is not necessarily a brave man, and a brave man is not necessarily a strong man, a brave man, go forward, a strong man, but he can stretch and bend, he can avoid the favor of the king of Yama, and he can also win the love of the goddess of victory!" The analysis of the pastoral scene is very novel, and the wording is also relatively trendy.

"Goddess of Victory?"

The Taiping Holy Maiden glanced at Mu Jing, and at that moment she revealed her style, which made Mu Jing's heart jump up: "Yan Huang has been around for thousands of years, is there such a god?" ”

"Yes!" Mu Jing's face was not red or panting, and he said unashamedly: "The favor of the goddess of victory is the honor of my generation of generals!" ”

"She seems to be very fond of you!"

"That's a good thing!"

Mu Jing said jokingly: "I hope she can always favor me, I don't want to deal with failure!" ”

"Thick-skinned!"

The Holy Maiden of the Peace said angrily.

"Sacrificial wine, each of them has their own physique, different martial arts have different effects on different people, if you teach them one by one, I'm afraid I can't be busy!" Zhang Huo's eyes looked at the pair of 'dog men and women' who were actually flirting in front of him, and he couldn't see it, so he quickly interrupted and asked.

"No!"

Mu Jing shook his head: "Instructor Zhang, I hope that what you give them is not the ranger martial arts, but the fighting style in the army, they don't need to be masters, they just need to be able to kill the enemy with the simplest moves on the battlefield, the stab of the spear, the slash of the long knife, the simplest move, the most united defense, the fastest killing, this is my request to Instructor Zhang!" ”

"The easiest move? The most united defense, the fastest kill? ”

Zhang Huo pondered.

This thought gave him an idea that he had never thought before.

"Sacrificial wine, everything is as you think, Jiang Lu was brought back by us, and now he is in Jingping Village!" Tan Zong hurried over.

"How's it going in the city?"

"We underestimate Jiang Lu's influence in Shilin, several families sent private soldiers to take people, and even the county government issued a conscription order, fortunately Jiang Lu reacted quickly and ran fast, otherwise we would have dispatched Uncle Zhao to forcibly rob people in the city!" Tan Zongdao.

"Very good, if he can escape from the county seat, it means that his talent is worth our effort!"

Mu Jing turned around and said to Zhang Huo and the Taiping Holy Maiden: "Two, Wubeitang will have labor!" ”

"Hmm!"

The two nodded, and did not shirk.

At present, in addition to more than 100 students, there is only one sacrificial wine, three instructors, the sacrificial wine is Mu Jing, the martial arts instructor Zhang Huo, the ideological instructor Taiping Holy Maiden, and the life instructor Jingping Village is Zhang Gu, Zhang Gu is only in name, and he can't hide the affairs of Jingping Village on weekdays, and he rarely comes to the mountain, so at present, the two elders of their divisions are taking care of it.

Nowadays, there are many instructors lacking in the Wubei Hall, such as instructors in the Riding Department, instructors in the Art of War Department, and instructors in the Formation Department......

There is still a long way to go!

Mu Jing sighed a little, so he went straight to the stable, rode a horse, and walked out of the martial arts hall and went down the mountain.

……

Martyr's Hall.

In a winged room.

Jiang Lu looked a little embarrassed, a scholar, fled for his life in a hurry, fell several times, the gray robe on his body had been stained with mud, the wooden bun on his head was low, and his hair was scattered, and he couldn't see the elegance of the past.

His son Jiang San couldn't see that he was flustered, and he looked east and west.

"Sir, I've been waiting for you to come!" Mu Jing pushed the door in.

"Shepherd is a good method, and he is ashamed!"

Jiang Lu raised his head, glanced at the young man coldly, and said gloomily.

If he couldn't figure out the cause and effect when he arrived in Jingping Village, he would be a little stupid.

This is all a masterpiece arranged by the young man in front of him.

The rumors that this young man spread first, he reacted too slowly, as soon as this young man came to the door, he should come forward to admit it, and then deny joining the gang, but he didn't, he was fascinated by those books, and he didn't expect this young man to be so ruthless.

Rumors together, like wind and fire, there must be someone to manipulate them, if it was in the past, he could naturally refute it clearly, but now that Mu Jing came to the door is a fact, it is also a fact that he did not stand up for the first time to refute the rumors.

He couldn't wash it clearly, and he had a lot of enemies, and he couldn't wash it cleanly when he poured trays of sewage on his body.

In desperation, he had to go out of the city to hide.

But since then, it has fallen into the hands of this young man, and the purpose of this young man's rumors is to get him out of the city.

Because in the city he was a scholar, and the people in the forest admired him, even the government would not allow anyone to threaten his life because of his reputation.

But when he left the city, he had no support, and he couldn't help it.

planted headlong in the anti-thief den.

"It's over!" Mu Jing smiled, did not deny it at all, but was proud: "It's just a little trick!" ”

"Does the shepherd think that this can coerce a certain family?"

Jiang Lu sneered: "A certain would rather be a broken jade than a complete tile!" ”

"Great idea!"

Mu Jing nodded, and said seriously: "In this case, I will not stop Mr. from seeking righteousness, Mr. can leave Jingping Village, Mr. This big and small burden, this is should want to return to the hometown, this road is definitely not peaceful, I want Mr.'s talent, I will never want Mr.'s life, but there are many people who want Mr.'s life, such as the family in the city, the Confucian debate back then, but you were angry with an old pedant, this hatred is not small, in the city, they dare not touch you, I'm afraid that I will ruin the reputation of their family's Shilin, but outside the city, I will give you a few knives, a five-horse corpse, and a casual name for encountering a thief, anyway, it is not the first time that the Yellow Turban Army has carried a black cauldron, and we have been killed in this black cauldron! ”

He paused, looked at the child with bright eyes, and said, "I know that Mr. is not afraid of death, but such a poor child, do you want to accompany Mr. to Huangquan?" ”

"You ......" Jiang Lu's pupils changed color, and he hugged the child tightly.

"Sir, rest assured, I will definitely not do anything to Mr., let alone be mad to a child, I sincerely invite, Mr. refused, and of course, the so-called business is not successful, benevolence and righteousness!" , Mu Jing shrugged his shoulders and said: "But out of this gate, I can't guarantee the safety of Mr., there are few people in the village, and I can't send anyone to protect Mr. Surrender, please forgive me!" ”

"You're shameless!"

Jiang Lu's complexion changed, blue and red.

Thanks to him, in the Wuyin Shilin, he Jiang Haoming is now also a member of the Yellow Turban Thieves, and the county town can't go back, but if you want to go south and surrender, this road is not easy to walk, Mu Jing is right, he has too many enemies.

But it is not easy for a person to take threatening words for granted.

If the person is still a thirteen-year-old teenager, then ......

Jiang Lu shook his head, calmed down his thoughts, raised his head proudly, and looked at Mu Jing: "Mu Shao is in charge of the house, just for Jiang someone, is it worth it!" ”

"It's worth it!"

The pastor nodded and admitted calmly: "Talents are rare, I admire Mr., but I am not favored by Mr., only use some means, Mr. don't mind!" ”

"Aren't you afraid that I will rebel against the water in the future, unite the Shi clan, unite inside and outside, and break your Jingping Village?"

"Don't be afraid!"

Mu Jing smiled confidently.

"What a confident boy!"

His smile made Jiang Lu slightly distracted, such an outstanding young man, if he was the son of a wealthy family, he would have some agreement, but he was just a young man from a thief's den, which was a little unbelievable.

"Sir, you don't have a place to go anyway, why don't you stay here for a few days, look at the people here, see the scenery here, maybe you will find a reason to stay!" Mu Jing didn't want to push too hard, so he retreated.

"Do I have any options?"

"The gentleman is smart, but the kid is showing off!"

Mu Jing said in a sneering voice, his eyes fixed on the child: "How old is this child?" ”

"Six-year-old!"

"It's called Jiang San?" He seemed to have heard Jiang Lu call him Jiang San before.

"Jiang San is just a nickname, he has two brothers, both of whom died young!"

A touch of tenderness appeared in Jiang Lu's eyes: "My son's name is Jiang Wan!" ”