"This Zhenbei general really has some means. ”

Chen Fusheng chose a high place and looked down, although most of this army were newcomers, only a very small part of the soldiers were veterans of a hundred battles, although they looked neat and tidy when they marched during the day, they did not have much momentum, and they could not show the general's means of leading the troops.

But when it came time to set up camp, it really showed that he was able to get to this point not simply because of his family's background.

The location and layout of this camp are very knowledgeable, and their status in the art of war is not inferior to the selection of battle formations or tactics.

Although he had just left the capital and was far from reaching the border pass, it could be said that there was no danger at all, but Xiao Zhenyuan, the general, still arranged the entire camp solidly, from the outer three layers of trench antlers to the four shifts of patrol soldiers and hidden marksmen, it can almost be said that it is invulnerable.

If this is the case, it is just a "cautious" comment, and in the eyes of the world, it is not worthy of the position of a famous general.

But in Chen Fusheng's eyes, it was a different picture.

After this heavy arrangement, the tents, the soldiers patrolling the camp, and the sentry posts were skillfully integrated with the whole terrain.

The originally loose military ranks actually rose up with a bit of military spirit.

Although these soldiers practice every day, because they don't have any superior exercises, they can only do some superficial external martial arts, at most, they can be called physically strong, and their qi and blood are only two or three points stronger than ordinary people, and they are not really martial arts practitioners.

It can be said that even if these people are thousands, they can't get into his eyes, and they have always been here to kill as many as they want.

Practitioners despise mortals, but that's not the reason.

However, it is also these people, after setting up camp according to this method, their blood and minds, through the layout of the barracks and the parade of soldiers, are connected with each other, converge as one, the momentum rises, and there is a faint sense of suppression, even he doesn't want to fall into it.

This is because the spirit senses danger on its own.

Of course, this is just a false illusion that the total amount is piled up to him, and he can come and go freely with the strong body and Dao method polished by martial arts.

However, being able to do this step is enough to show Xiao Zhenyuan's deep understanding of this marching formation.

It is rumored that in ancient times, there was an emperor who was wide and powerful, but he was complacent, not only arrogant and lascivious, but also collided with the master of cultivation, and the master did not want to kill him directly, but sent a disciple of the Taoist to assist the princes of one side to raise an army, and was stunned to completely destroy a powerful dynasty on the battlefield.

At the same time, many formations in the Daomen also took this opportunity to be used in the military formation, and after several modifications and evolutions, they became the inheritance of the art of war from generation to generation.

"If he has a chance and can see through the world, I'm afraid that a golden pill will no longer be a problem. ”

This Xiao Zhen is far from being a general of a country in the officialdom, he has broken through the innate in martial arts, and has enough insight in the formation method, and his qualifications are extraordinary.

But looking at Ye Xin next to him, Chen Fusheng sighed, these two people are a little like, from such a family, since childhood, they have been in contact with fame and fortune, glory and wealth, and success and defeat. Needless to say, the mind is extremely unsuitable for cultivation, and even if the qualifications are too strong, it is just a reluctance.

It's okay to rely on foreign objects in these two levels of condensation and refining, but Dancheng is the most test of the heart, and it is only possible to barely get a middle and lower grade, and those who can become a high-grade Dancheng are all pure Dao hearts without exception.

The cultivators of that day must have seen this and abandoned Ye Xin.

Shaking his head, his toes connected, he ran down, and in an instant, he stopped beside Ye Xin, who was having dinner.

The field march is naturally not as fine as eating in the capital, but fortunately, he has just left Beijing, and the supplies are extremely abundant, and Ye Xin can be regarded as having a small status, and he is not harsh.

With the help of the bonfire, using bean cakes and meat porridge, Chen Fusheng looked at the sky, it was already dark, said hello to Ye Xin, and left by himself.

He also had to take advantage of the abundant water in the river to practice his "Northern Spiritual Escape".

Too lazy to talk to those patrol soldiers one by one, Chen Fusheng casually used a fog concealment technique to cover his figure, and his body went away like a ghost in an area that he valued just now.

It was the downstream of the intersection of the two rivers, and the amount of water was very large, and what was even more rare was that the flow speed would also drop after the rivers met, which was just right for him to absorb the water essence qi to replenish the true water of the Northern Underworld.

Today is a rare full moon night, and a round of bright silver wheels as large as a disc is projected on the gentle surface of the water, which looks extremely comforting.

Chen Fusheng didn't need to go into the water, his toes were light, and he walked steadily on the surface of the water, which was like a flat mirror, without half a trace of ripples, which also belonged to the extension of the means of making water and urging waves in "The Secret of the Northern Darkness".

Sit down cross-legged.

"The Secret of the Northern Underworld" was transported.

Releasing his divine sense to sense it slightly, Chen Fusheng only felt that although the water essence qi in this river was not as pure as the water veins from the underground water in the well, the water vapor was abundant, but it was far superior. I was also very happy in my heart.

On a bright moonlit night, the quiet flowing water, everything made Chen Fusheng's mind calm, and the operation of "The Secret of the Northern Darkness" was far more refreshing than usual, only to see a layer of smoky water vapor rising from the water surface to converge towards him, and from a distance, it seemed like a night fog.

And Chen Fusheng in the center only felt that the true water essence qi seemed to have spirituality, tumbling and surging among the hundreds of limbs and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and then poured into the acupoints everywhere, filling the rather depleted acupoints completely.

After two hours, Chen Fusheng realized that today's fire had arrived, and his body had been "full", so he slowly opened his eyes and shook his clothes, and he was about to return to the camp and take a rest.

Although the cultivator is full of energy, he still has to eat, drink, and rest, and only after he arrives in Dancheng can he have a little bit of the demeanor of the ancient immortals.

Then Chen Fusheng quietly withdrew his raised right foot and quietly looked at the tall figure opposite.

It is the general of Zhenbei, Xiao Zhenyuan is also.

He didn't know when he came here, quietly waiting for Chen Fusheng to practice the exercises until the end.

Chen Fusheng secretly blamed himself for being too inexperienced, and he forgot to use the secret method of the warning talisman seal, so he was approached without knowing it, and he almost didn't even know that he was dead.

On the other hand, he was on guard, not knowing what the sudden general was planning.

The number of times he and this Xiao Zhenyuan have really met is only two times even today.

He really didn't know why the other party was looking for him.