The stone road is mottled and the autumn leaves are flying.

On the long stone road, it was the first time that it was so lively, crowded with people, and the neighing of cars and horses.

Hundreds of Qing clan leaders, fifty city guards, ten Ye private soldiers, plus a hundred left division soldiers, more than ten carts, hundreds of giant horses.

This stone road, which used to be quite spacious, turned out to be a little crowded, and the speed of the procession was not fast.

Being pulled by Master Zuo to ride in the same car, in the eyes of others, is an extremely rare honor.

However, Qingyang was a little helpless in his heart, since he boarded the carriage, Candle Dragon has been constantly testing him.

After inquiring about the progress and follow-up arrangements of martial arts cultivation, Candle Dragon's brows furrowed slightly: "Formation spell cultivation, it is your Qing family's learning, and I don't understand these things as a martial artist."

I heard that your archery skills are excellent, and when you shoot in autumn, you were shocked by the four, and you once shot a thousand feet of high-altitude wild geese with a five-hundred-pound bow, which is called shadowless archery!"

Sweat!

Qingyang was a little speechless, such a thing was originally said to be a joke, but he didn't expect it to be seriously out of shape when it reached the national capital.

Of course, it is also possible that some feudal lords think that the Qing clan is clumsy and believe it to be true.

hurriedly explained: "This is just the kid's joke that day, that Hong Yan was wounded by an arrow, startled the bird of the bow, and fell when he heard the string, as for the Tong bow archery, a hundred steps through the lice is still enough to do it!"

"Hmm~ That's the case!"

Candle Dragon's face was gloomy, and he nodded slightly: "A hundred steps through lice is enough to be among the best, but when the face monarch is sealed, he will not only test his archery skills, but also test his swordsmanship, and he will need to practice diligently in the future!"

"Master Xie Zuo is worried!" Qingyang hurriedly said, "I'm a retainer of the Qing clan, Lie Muyang is a seventh-rank subordinate soldier, and he was once a disciple of Nie Li, which is enough to teach swordsmanship!"

"Nie Li's disciples?"

Candle Dragon's eyes lit up, swept over the three Qing clans who were following the right side of the carriage, looked at the cold-faced young man Lie Muyang, and finally saw the dark red wooden sword on his back, which was three feet seven inches long, thick and wide.

"Good sword! Carved from a thousand-year-old red tong core! At least a hundred catties heavy!"

The candle dragon glanced at it lightly, and recognized the material of this wooden sword, and being able to use this wooden sword completely was by no means a mediocre hand, and Lie Muyang's walking pace had its own subtlety, which made him nod his head.

"Well, it's really extraordinary! Since you are Nie Li's disciple, you must have something extraordinary, so you can arrange this matter!"

The candle dragon pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked: "Martial arts cultivation and formation have been arranged, but I don't know the poems, scriptures, and national history, where have you read it now?"

This question surprised Qingyang, and he could only sort out his memories as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the young man in the past, cowardly temperament, did not like to go out, loved to read, in the Qing family's house, many bamboo slips and leather scrolls, almost half of them were read.

With this knowledge in his memory, Qingyang answered fluently, but he couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart.

He asked softly: "Master Zuo, Xing Guo is warlike and warlike, why do you pay so much attention to these poems and scriptures?"

Zuo Shigong's expression darkened, and he sighed lightly for a long time: "You don't understand, my Xing Guo Chongwu is warlike, it's just a helpless choice, but it's definitely not a good thing."

Since 800 years ago, at the beginning of the founding of the Great Shen Dynasty, it has successively divided 3,000 vassal states, of which 30% of the princes were established in the Northern Wilderness.

Eight hundred years to the present, there are seventy-six princes left in the Northern Wilderness, nearly half of which are still located south of the Great River and north of the Great River, especially our Xing State, facing the threat of foreign races.

This admiration of martial arts and belligerence is forced out by no way, if I do not worship martial arts, my Xing country will destroy the country, for this move the whole country, all of them are proud of brave warriors.

Only the king, the princes, and a few lords knew that it was not enough to just practice martial arts!

Do you know that by reading poetry and books, you can understand your mind, if you are familiar with the history of the country, you can learn from the past and the present, and if you understand the scriptures and righteousness, you can know the blessings and misfortunes.

Even in all countries, the most relied on talismans, array mages and other technical cultivators, before practicing, must be proficient in poetry, scripture and righteousness, and broaden their wisdom!

For this reason, my Xing Kingdom, for hundreds of years, there have been very few talismans, array mages and other martial arts cultivation, even if the king tries his best to cultivate, it is still difficult to be satisfied.

You are only fourteen years old, and your formation cultivation is so profound, compared to archery and swordsmanship, I hope you will go further in your formation attainment!"

The eyes of the candle dragon were full of expectation.

"I didn't expect there to be so many mysteries in this!"

Qingyang suddenly realized, respectfully saluted the candle dragon,

"If it weren't for Master Zuo's words, I would have almost missed a big thing!"

I never thought that the seemingly ordinary historical books and poems would have such a powerful effect, and it seems necessary to re-read those books.

Although he had already read these books in his last memory, after the fusion of the two souls, Qingyang was no longer the same person he used to be.

Everyone's perception of the same book is absolutely different.

Only by re-reading it again and gaining new insights will it be more appropriate for the current Qingyang, and it will also play a good role in promoting his cultivation of the formation.

From the candle dragon, after getting an extremely important reminder, Qingyang was in a happy mood.

The Qing clan leaders were even more full of joy.

The lord was even promoted to sergeant, and he was also rewarded with a large amount of cloth and grain, which means that the Qing clan leaders can also get better living conditions.

The team moved forward slowly, and finally came to the Qing Clan's fiefdom.

Qingyang was just about to help the candle dragon get out of the car, but suddenly heard a sharp chirping of birds in the sky.

It was not uncommon to hear the chirping of dragon birds, but the sound of another long song of birds that followed made Qingyang's complexion change greatly.

"It's not good, there are strange fierce birds attacking, everyone be on guard!"

When Qingyang confessed to the candle dragon, jumped out of the carriage, and came to Zhong Bo's side, he and Lie Muyang were even more on guard, staring at the sky.

I saw a huge white crane with a wingspan of five feet in the distance.

It seems that the dragon sparrow with a wingspan of ten feet is half smaller, but this white crane is a fifth-grade upper rank, while the dragon bird is only a fifth-grade lower rank.

"Sergeant Qingyang, don't panic, this white crane is my contracted spirit bird!"

Mr. Crane walked out of the car unhurriedly, his face was calm and arrogant, but Qingyang could see that there was a faint hint of triumph in his eyes.

However, Qingyang and Zhong Bo's faces not only did not relax, but became more embarrassed.

Candle Dragon glanced at Mr. Crane and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The white crane is Mr. Crane's contracted spirit bird, but the dragon bird has no contractor, and no one in the Qing clan can stop it, Mr. Crane is too much!"

Qingyang's words were not polite.

The middle-aged scribe did not greet in advance, and even directly brought the white crane to the Qing clan to seal the soil.

The dragon sparrow, who has always regarded the Qing clan's fiefdom as his own territory, will inevitably have a big battle with this invader.

Mr. Crane was not worried at all, he smiled slightly: "Sergeant don't worry, the white crane is a fifth-grade upper rank, and he will not poison the dragon sparrow!"

Qingyang was about to say more, only to hear the dragon bird chirp in the sky, full of anger, aimed at the white crane, and pounced on it.