In the nameless valley outside Paris, a humble horse-drawn carriage slowly pulls out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking out the window at the receding scene, little Jacques was full of emotion, and finally, he had left the valley, leaving the monotonous and terrible valley without any freedom.

Little Jacques didn't even dare to think about how he had survived the hardships of the past six months, even if he was a prisoner serving a sentence in a mine prison, and that was the life he had lived at most.

He thought he would be trained to be a display of valor and fight for His Majesty the Emperor Napoleon.

But this is not the case.

The reality is much more brutal.

At the beginning, the instructors were still very pleasant, patiently teaching them some commonly used words, some basic martial arts knowledge, and even teaching the legendary magical internal skills in detail. In the end, he even issued an incomparably precious internal strength secret book for everyone to cultivate, which made everyone in the valley cheer and excited.

What a wonderful word, it is an indispensable prop in every famous legend and story, and it is an opportunity for every protagonist to break the shackles of fate. It is the supreme treasure that they can only hear about in the legends passed down by word of mouth, and the dream that is unattainable!

For them, the commoners, the poor, and even the peasants and serfs, having the opportunity to learn this secret book of internal strength is undoubtedly a turning point that can really change their fate!

Everyone has secretly made up their minds that they must cultivate hard! They will definitely not let His Majesty the Emperor down!

This is especially true for Xiao Jacques, who is eager to spend all his time and experience on cultivating this secret book of internal strength.

And the instructors are also happy to see it, and even provide them with all kinds of convenience.

They don't need to cook by themselves, there are special cooks who will prepare food for them every day, although the taste is not very good, but they are full, they can eat as much as they want, and even the famous big stomach king can eat every day to survive.

They don't need to wash and fold quilts, and every three days, there is a special cleaner who will come and collect their dirty clothes, dirty quilts, wash them clean, and put them back.

What they enjoy is basically the treatment of the aristocratic lord's family.

And what they have to do, or rather, what they must do, is to cultivate, to cultivate this nameless secret book of internal strength.

In addition to eating, sleeping, and solving physical problems, the time and energy they needed were all required by the instructors and had to be spent on cultivation.

Their daily schedule is very tight, and a special bell is ringed at each time to remind them what to do.

There is a wake-up bell for getting up, breakfast has a bell for breakfast, there is a bell for cultivation, then there is a bell for cultivation, then there is lunch, cultivation, dinner, cultivation, and finally, there is the bell for lights out and sleep.

On average, they practice for more than 15 hours a day!

At the beginning, this kind of life was of course very good, everyone was immersed in cultivation, and even some of them were diligent, and they didn't rest at night, secretly sitting up and constantly lucking, wanting to generate the first internal force in the dantian as soon as possible and become a legendary official warrior.

Fortunately, this internal skill was not difficult to practice, and their efforts paid off, and it didn't take long for the first batch of official samurai to train their internal strength, including Little Jacques, in the camp. Then came the second batch, the third batch, admitting more and more defeats, but in just over a month, the vast majority of them became the official samurai they dreamed of!

Of course, there are also a small number of people who are really untalented and stubborn, and they are assigned to logistics, to work with those cooks and cleaners.

But the formal samurai are only a starting point, they have not been taught any moves or light skills, they have only obtained the second level of this internal martial arts, and they still have to work hard to cultivate.

Cultivation itself is not hard, it is nothing more than sitting there cross-legged, according to the mental method recorded in the secret book, according to the fixed route, urging the internal force in the body, letting it move in the body, let it develop and grow, and let it break through those obstacles that block the way forward.

The key is time, they must continue to cultivate from morning to night!

After a long time, it will inevitably produce boredom, boredom, and boredom. It's like no matter how delicious things are, people get tired of eating three meals a day for many years.

Then, the game starts to get lazy, some people start to play outside, and some people sneak out to brag and spank while they go to the toilet lock......

However, such behavior is indeed not allowed by the instructors.

I don't know when the instructors became stern and became unapproachable.

The time for everything is calculated in detail, there is a set time for washing, there is a strict time for eating, even if you go to a small toilet, there will be a countdown like a countdown, ringing in your ears, and the atmosphere in the camp suddenly becomes dull.

Then, there were occasional, sporadic revolts, and the relentless repression of the instructor's whip.

If you can't get out of bed, you will be whipped 10 times!

I wash it more than time and pump it with 10 whips!

If you eat more than time, you will be whipped 10 times!

If you go to the toilet for more than one time, you will be whipped 10 times!

When practicing, turn heads and ears, and whip 10 lashes!

Fight against the instructor and whip 20 lashes!

If you don't have a good rest at night, you can whip 20 lashes!

Sneak out and whip 50 lashes!

......

Once the whip was raised, it was never put down, and every day someone was whipped, and every day a terrible scream could be heard.

It's like whipping a mule and pulling a horse, they are whipped, and they are constantly cultivating this monotonous and boring internal skill!

Cultivate! Cultivate! Cultivate!

That's their only mission! That's their only mission!

Little Jacques was one of the very few people in the entire camp who had never been whipped.

He was the hardest cultivating group of all people! He was also the one with the best natural qualifications!

He never participated in those secret songs, nor did he pay attention to those secret tricks, he only knew how to cultivate!

What are the moves? What is light work, what is monotony, what is boredom? He didn't have time to think about it.

All he knew was that it was an order from His Majesty Napoleon, it was an order from His Majesty the Emperor, it was an order from the Lord whom he admired the most, and all he could do was to give everything to carry it out!

Tested again and again, and got the next level of exercises again and again, he concentrated on cultivating, leaving his companions behind.

Obstacles are broken through, passages are penetrated, meridians become thicker, dantian becomes overflowing, and internal force becomes galloping......

Finally, he stood in front of the instructor with a surprised face: "Instructor, I want to conduct the fourth stage inspection!"

As expected, he passed the test, but the next stage of the mind was not given to him as usual.

The instructor's face was full of satisfaction, and his tone was full of envy: "Little Jacques, you have done a very good job! You are the fifth of the 30,000 people in the entire camp to pass the fourth stage test, and in three days, you will gather the other four people and go to Paris to meet Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty?" little Jacques was so ecstatic that he couldn't even believe his ears.

"Yes, we all look at your efforts, and Your Majesty also sees them. When the time comes, Your Majesty will personally reward you!" the instructor's tone dropped incomparably: "You are our French hero!"

......

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the city of Paris getting closer and closer, little Jacques was full of excitement in his heart, he forgot the hardships of cultivation, and also let go of the difficulties of the breakthrough, he only knew that all his efforts had been rewarded, and he was about to meet his most beloved emperor, His Majesty.

Looking at the few companions in the carriage, whether it was the "big stomach" Wagner, or the blind Sammy, or the other two people from other areas, they were also full of excitement, and the corners of their mouths and eyebrows were smiling.

The carriage drove into the city of Paris, passing through the bustling streets, and into the splendid and luxurious Grand Palace, the residence of His Majesty the Emperor.

As soon as they got out of the carriage, they were taken to a special room, where they were washed clean by a group of sturdy women, and changed into a new set of well-made clothes, and then they were brought before a beautiful woman who did not speak well.

This woman, little Jacques, had seen her, a general Sufi, the right-hand man of His Majesty the Emperor, who had spoken to everyone in the camp on the first day of its establishment.

But her expression now looked unpleasant, and she frowned: "Why, in the past six months, there are only five people who have reached the fourth stage?"

The instructor who led them lowered his head: "I'm sorry, General, although that technique is very strong and the cultivation speed is extremely fast, after all, it is only half a year, even if you work hard for a whole day, it is still too difficult to reach the fourth stage." These are the best talents and qualifications in the camp, and they have the hardest working cultivation, so they can basically pass the standard. ”

"But I heard that the cultivation atmosphere in the camp doesn't seem to be very good lately. The beautiful General Sophie was expressionless.

"This, this ......" The instructor immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "We will find a way to solve it, we will definitely make everyone's enthusiasm for cultivation high, so that more people can pass the fourth stage, and strive to cultivate members of the fifth stage and even the sixth stage within this year!"

"Okay, that promises I made a note of it. General Sophie waved his hand: "Then you go back and get busy, I'll take them to meet Your Majesty." ”

The instructor bowed and retired, and the five of them shrank back and followed the Sufi general through the luxurious corridors of the palace.

In the heartbeat of little Jacques beating so fast that he almost jumped out of his throat, the door slowly opened, and they entered the study of His Majesty the Emperor.

This was the first time that little Jacques had seen His Majesty the Simple Emperor in person, and had seen the great leader who was writing something behind his desk.

Little Jacques didn't dare to look at it at all, and he hurriedly knelt down on the thick cashmere carpet like the rest of his companions, not daring to look up again.

After waiting for a while, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have finished his work, and his voice came, majestic and warm: "Okay, okay, you are all heroes of France, don't kneel, stand up." ”

The five of them stood up tremblingly, daring but not daring to look at His Majesty the Emperor who was smiling all over his face.

His Majesty the Emperor is not tall, but he exudes an incomparably majestic momentum, which makes people can't help but want to bow down, and his eyes are full of wisdom, as if he can see through everything.

He slowly gathered his desk and stood up, walking towards the five.

Little Jacques only felt that a warm big hand was placed on his shoulder, and the voice of His Majesty the Emperor came from his ears: "You have worked hard in cultivation." ”

It's not hard, it's not hard at all, even if it's a hundred times harder, ten thousand times, it's not hard.

Little Jacques wanted to shout out all the words in his heart, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

Little Jacques was about to shed tears, he only felt that he was willing to die for His Majesty the Emperor now!

"Everyone may have some doubts in their hearts, why do you want everyone to cultivate so hard in that valley?" His Majesty the Emperor's voice was so nice and convincing: "Of course this is useful. ”

"As we all know, after the last war, we in France have lost three powerful Divine Spear Martial Saints, and our high-end armed forces are far behind other countries, as a big country, we in France cannot do without Martial Saints!" His Majesty the Emperor said eloquently, his voice full of heaviness.

"Fortunately, we are fortunate to have obtained a magical martial art, if used properly, we can create a new Protector Martial Saint for France!" His Majesty the Emperor paused for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "But to cultivate this martial art, the help of others is indispensable, this is a martial art that needs someone to help to practice!"

"In the camp, why are you strictly required to cultivate that internal skill? is because only when you have reached the fourth stage of cultivation, can you help me!" His Majesty the Emperor's eyes were full of expectation: "And now, you have met this requirement. I would like to ask, would you like to help me?"

"I do! I'll listen to you!" the blind Sammy reacted the fastest, and immediately expressed his heart.

"I'm willing too, let me do whatever I want!"

"I'm not afraid of anything, not even if I die!

The other four people were also excited, and they couldn't wait to show their hearts one by one.

"Don't worry about it, there's nothing dangerous here. His Majesty the Emperor laughed, his tone full of relief: "If you want to help me, it's actually very simple, you just need to pass on to me the internal strength you have worked so." Everyone thinks, a person's cultivation, no matter how good the talent and qualifications are, this speed is always very slow, like me, every day there are also dealing with official business, all kinds of large and small state affairs, the time for cultivation is very small, therefore, my strength is not strong, on the battlefield, it is easy to be killed. ”

"But, with you helping me, it's different, you cultivate in the evening, and then give me the internal strength, I can lead us to France on the battlefield and get more victories!" He paused and continued: "Are you willing to give me the internal strength that you have worked hard to cultivate in the past six months?"

His Majesty the Emperor's account was very clear, and even little Jacques, who was originally a peasant, could understand it clearly, and he also figured out all the causes of this.

I just wanted to speak, but I was still one step ahead.

Still blind, Sammy, his fellow villager: "Your Majesty the Emperor, I am willing, I am very willing, let me come first!"

"Well, well, then you'll come first!" His Majesty the Emperor decisively decisive.

(To be continued.) )