In the end, there were more than 20,000 people in the entire Purple Light Sect, and 3,000 people stepped on Yechen's Feiyun Treasure Ship, wanting to go back with Yechen.

Whether it was admiring Yechen's usual actions, or wanting to seek Yechen's protection, he didn't ask about their purpose, and when he was leaving, he told the rest of the Zixia Sect disciples that if they wanted to be soldiers to fight and defend their families and the country, they could come at any time.

As long as they try to kill the enemy, as long as they kill more aliens, Yechen doesn't mind treating them fairly.

In front of aliens, Yechen can let go of all prejudices.

Three thousand people stood densely on the Feiyun Treasure ship, many people looked at each other with blank eyes, they didn't know what was waiting for them, after all, for most people, they had no contact with the military.

Although the quantity is not much, but the quality is not bad, among these people, there are five who have reached the martial spirit cultivation, and the martial spirit cultivation is in the military, which is enough to be a thousand commanders. The number of martial artists who have cultivated has reached more than thirty.

These people were originally the backbone of the Purple Light Sect, and if they trained well, they could become elite warriors.

Of course, now they are all ordinary soldiers, trained as recruits, and most importantly, they must first be taught to abide by the rules of the army.

The candidate for training them Yechen has also been selected, that is Song Jia, only Song Jia, who was born in the military, has the ability to train them, and at this point, Huang Xinrou is still a little worse. In other words, even Huang Xinrou herself is not a qualified soldier.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, with his feet hanging below, the little fat man said: "I thought there would be a lot of people, but I didn't expect that there would be only one-tenth." ”

Yechen said: "There are still people who dare not come, and after hearing the news of the same door in the future, they will come one after another." And among these people, I won't use all of them, the qualified ones will stay, and the unqualified ones will be driven away. Letting them join the army just gives them a chance to mend their ways, doesn't mean I'm going to accept them. ”

Yechen turned his head, and the little fat man also turned his head, looking at Chang Baihui, who was standing motionless behind them.

Yechen said: "Baihui, sit down." ”

Chang Baihui sat expressionlessly in front of Yechen.

"Something happened. Yechen said softly.

Chang Baihui recounted what happened to him expressionlessly, and his tone was cold, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

In the end, Chang Baihui said: "Chang Baihui is dead, and there will be no more Chang Baihui in the world in the future." ”

"Hehe!" Yechen smiled noncommittally, Yechen believed that as long as a person was alive, his nature would not change, and now Chang Baihui, this is just a heart that is obscured by hatred.

"Little fat man, you control the treasure ship, I'm going to cultivate, Baihui, you can come over too!" Yechen stood up and walked to the top room.

Yechen's body flew towards the sky, and with a wave of his right hand, Chang Baihui flew up with him and landed at the door of the room.

Yechen pushed open the door and stepped in, Chang Baihui silently followed, and then closed the door with his backhand.

Immediately, Chang Baihui pounced on Yechen, hugged Yechen's neck, and kissed his lips.

"What are you doing here?"

Chang Baihui didn't answer, stood on tiptoe and continued to kiss Yechen's lips.

Yechen exerted a burst of soft force and pushed Chang Baihui away, Chang Baihui stepped back and hit the door frame, his eyes still staring at Yechen.

Yechen smiled and said, "What are you thinking?"

Chang Baihui said expressionlessly: "Do you think that I have been defiled, so you look down on me, let me tell you, I am still innocent." ”

Yechen shook her head.

Chang Baihui continued: "Is it because I have injuries on my body, you are inconvenient? It doesn't matter, those pains don't matter to me, you can do whatever you want." ”

Yechen continued to shake his head.

Chang Baihui laughed miserably: "Is that because I'm not pretty? In that case, why did you come to save me again." ”

Yechen took Chang Baihui's hand, led her to the edge of the bed, motioned for her to sit down, and then bent down in front of her, put his hands on her shoulders, looked into her eyes and said, "Because, we are friends." ”

"Friend?" Chang Baihui's delicate body trembled slightly inexplicably, a complicated expression flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his cold demeanor, and became expressionless again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yechen said: "Believe me, the pain will pass soon. ”

Chang Baihui bit his lip lightly and said, "If you don't want benefits, then you will still teach me to cultivate?"

Yechen smiled: "Even if you become my woman, can you guarantee that I will treat you wholeheartedly? ”

"Come, come to bed. Yechen said, and then his body flew up and landed cross-legged on the bed.

Chang Baihui silently climbed into bed, and then sat cross-legged in front of him, following the example of Yechen.

Yechen's finger pointed at Chang Baihui's forehead and shouted, "Let go of your mind and keep Guiyuan!"

The power of the Heart Sutra of Death was hit into Chang Baihui's forehead by Yechen.

This is a completely different exercise from the power of flames, and it takes some time to get used to.

After teaching the exercises, Yechen said in a deep voice: "You are familiar with the exercises now, and in this process, I will heal you." ”

The power of the six reincarnation tricks was beaten out by Yechen, and then poured into Chang Baihui's body, Chang Baihui's delicate body trembled inexplicably, and felt the power of Yechen flowing through her limbs and body, as if she was standing naked in front of Yechen, which made Chang Baihui feel a little uncomfortable.

However, soon, Chang Baihui guarded his mind again and continued to immerse himself in the familiarity of the Heart Sutra of Death.

Chang Baihui's body has countless dark wounds, some burned by the flames, there are also bruises and necrotic parts left by the long-term beating, and there are serious external injuries such as knife wounds and sword wounds.

This is really a body full of holes, if it weren't for the fact that it had not encountered Yechen, the recurrence of the dark wound in the future would not only affect cultivation, but also endanger life.

It took half an hour to sort out all Chang Baihui's dark diseases and injuries, Yechen stood up and walked to the window, the window opened and looked at the sky in the distance.

Chang Baihui opened his eyes, a look of incredulity flashed in his eyes, and he whispered, "Death Heart Sutra." ”

But soon, Chang Baihui's expression returned to coldness.

Yechen was facing Chang Baihui and said softly: "Since Chang Baihui is dead, then you don't want to call Chang Baihui in the future." ”

Chang Baihui was silent and continued to listen.

Yechen said: "I don't know if you want to, be my shadow, a figure who walks in the dark, a person who does not need praise and glory." ”

Chang Baihui smiled coldly: "Those exaggerated things are far less important than strength. ”

Yechen nodded indifferently, looked at the sky in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you will be called the Dark Angel, my inseparable shadow." ”

(End of chapter)