With a slight sigh, He Qiao spoke: "From the moment you join Qingyun Academy and join the military department, you should be prepared, one day in the future, you will definitely go into battle to kill the enemy." In our Qingyun Academy, the art of war is as important as cultivation, if you have a superb cultivation, you can slaughter millions in a rage. Of course, I don't think any of you here have reached that point, and if you really have that strength, you don't have to come here to listen to my sermons. ”

"We are not the protagonists of myths and stories, and we cannot be gods who slaughter millions. However, each of us can become a master of the use of soldiers. Familiar with the art of war, arranging troops, you can also talk and laugh and bury millions of male soldiers. ”

He Qiao's words were full of enthusiasm, and when he spoke, he also deliberately created a kind of atmosphere of slaughter, so that everyone seemed to be in the camp, and there was a kind of spirit of talking and laughing, and the captives were in ashes.

"Today, I will first tell you about the art of war. Soldiers, the major affairs of the country, the place of death and life, and the way of survival, must not be investigated. Therefore, the scriptures are based on five things, and they are more calculated and find out their feelings: one is the Tao, the second is the sky, the third is the earth, the fourth is the general, and the fifth is the law......" He Qiao talked about the art of war in his memory, and the students below seemed to understand it.

Those who can understand it naturally understand He Qiao's subtlety of summarizing the art of war, and those who can't understand it also feel that He Qiao's speech is quite mysterious, and they are all fascinated by it.

"Hmph, where did this bastard come from, dare to sit in the old man's position, hurry up and roll me down, I can't die. A figure strode up from the bottom of the mountain, and before it reached the top of the mountain, it let out a loud shout.

Guo Huaiyuan felt that his lungs were about to explode, because he became the teacher of the last peak of the military department, which made him feel very ashamed, and not only now, but also in the future.

This is predictable, because, over the years, the academy has been at the bottom of various competitions every time, and it has always been the case.

How bad it can be, well, to reach the penultimate once is something worth celebrating.

Assigned to this class, not because he was the worst teacher in Qingyun Academy, but because he was unlucky, he drew lots to this mountain, after all, no one would be willing to take the initiative to bring such a group of students, so they could only be drawn by lot.

And Guo Huaiyuan was unfortunate to win the prize.

This made Guo Huaiyuan very unhappy, so he naturally wouldn't give this group of "bad students" a good look.

Therefore, on the first day of class, he was going to give these students a dismissal, first dry them for half an hour, and then come back by himself, find some excuses at will, punish a few thorns, let these students feel their majesty, and vent their dissatisfaction by the way.

As a result, half an hour later, as soon as I came here, I saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sitting in his seat, holding a bamboo slip, telling something in a similar way.

This made him, who was already indignant, instantly furious, like a ** bucket that had been ignited, and was instantly detonated.

He Qiao's voice was interrupted, and he looked at the figure that had just landed on the mountain, and his face instantly sank.

From the words, He Qiao had already judged that this middle-aged man with a gloomy face was the teacher of this class, and he seemed to occupy his place.

However, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that half an hour has passed since the start of the class before this person arrived, and as soon as he came, he scolded himself indiscriminately.

He Qiao didn't think he was wrong.

He Qiao groaned slightly, after all, it was the first day he came to the academy to teach, so it was better not to be too public, so he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and asked, "Are you the teacher here?"

Seeing that He Qiao not only didn't get up, but was also sitting there questioning himself, Guo Huaiyuan was even more angry in his heart, he didn't pay attention to He Qiao's words at all, and roared angrily: "What is the identity of the old man, I still have to report to you, get out of here for me." As he spoke, a hand stretched out.

As he stretched out one hand, the already rich heaven and earth source qi on the top of the mountain suddenly condensed, forming an illusory big hand, grabbing He Qiao, and he was about to throw He Qiao directly from the top of the mountain.

Although he was furious, he still had a trace of sanity, and he also knew that he couldn't kill a freshman of the academy because of this trivial matter, so he was ready to directly cripple He Qiao.

Looking at the big hand that was caught, He Qiao's body, a coldness instantly emanated, he didn't expect that this person would be so cruel, he just asked him about his identity, and before he could introduce himself, he had already made a move, and he was so fierce as soon as he made a move, if he was just a disciple of the Huihai Realm or the Ning Dan Realm, under this grab, the bones in his body were estimated to be crushed.

This sudden scene directly suppressed a group of students.

Of course, not everyone will be suppressed, such as Zhu Youwei, who was staring at He Qiao at this time and looking forward to it.

Situ Nian's expression was calm, he knew very well that to become a teacher in the academy, even if he came to teach calligraphy and painting, he had to have a few brushes, if He Qiao couldn't even take this, then he would die if he died, what does it matter if he is dead or alive?

Situ Jinyang was faintly worried, her nature was kind, and she didn't want to see this young genius who knew the art of war folded in Guo Huaiyuan's hands like this.

And Lin Yidrunk was joking, and he even took a sip of wine to cheer up.

As for Su Muqing, there was even a faint excitement in her eyes, she seemed to have some violent tendencies, at least, she liked to watch He Qiao abuse vegetables.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead. He Qiao snorted coldly, and his intention instantly condensed into a guqin behind his back, and the guqin stood suspended in the air, playing out of thin air, the third song of the eight sufferings in the world - life and separation.

Lin Yi was drunk and squirted out another sip of wine, others couldn't hear what this was, so it was naturally impossible for him not to hear it.

However, this is just He Qiao's imitation, not the real Eight Sufferings of the world, even if it is the real Eight Sufferings of the World, without the Seven Peerless Qin, it will not be able to exert much power.

But even so, it still made Guo Huaiyuan lose his mind for a moment, and he naturally lost his control over the illusory big hand.

With a thought, He Qiao directly controlled the illusory big hand, and then slapped Guo Huaiyuan away and fell towards the mountain.

This scene shocked everyone again, they couldn't understand all the ways in it, in their opinion, it was Guo Huaiyuan who suddenly rushed up, and then condensed an illusory big hand, ready to grab He Qiao.

And He Qiao didn't move, just snorted coldly, scolded, and directly shook Guo Huaiyuan out with his condensed big hand.

Their gazes instantly became more eager, and they were still a little unconvinced, feeling that He Qiao didn't have much strength to teach them. But now, they saw He Qiao's horror.

Just fell from the mountain, Guo Huaiyuan was just a little embarrassed, and he was not injured, which made him even more angry, and he rushed up again frantically, rushing towards He Qiao.

On the other hand, He Qiao, with his left hand behind his back and a bamboo slip in his right hand, is light and elegant, with a transcendent temperament. This image gradually overlapped with the story they heard, the peerless soldier saint who could slaughter millions of enemy troops in a conversation and laughter.

Especially some young girls in the flower season, there seem to be little stars in their eyes.