Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 617 His Unlucky Legs

"...I said, sister, why don't you stay in another place?"

In the martial arts arena at Yanguan, the young man in red, carrying a long halberd, subconsciously rubbed his unprovoked back with his free hands.

Three feet behind him, Mu Xici was crossing his arms, staring at him with great interest during his morning exercise.

"You always stay behind me like this...I'm a bit uncomfortable." Mu Xiuning shivered uncontrollably as he spoke. His bruised calf had only faded two days ago, and he would feel uncomfortable again for no reason. It started to ache.

It was strange to say that, he remembered that night he was "accidentally" overturned by Sister Yao with two bowls of burning knives and obviously did nothing, but when he woke up the next morning, his poor legs were unexpectedly Inexplicably, a large bruise appeared.

Not only are there bruises, but his two unlucky leg bones are also numb with pain and itching. I don't know if he bumped into something that shouldn't be when he was drunk, or when Zhan Mingxuan and others carried him back to the barracks. , accidentally had a bump.

Ordinarily this should not be the case, after all winter clothes are heavy, even a young and healthy martial arts practitioner like him has to wear thick cotton trousers and soap boots in Yanguan.

Therefore, even if there was a bump, how could his leg not be bumped into such a miserable state?
Rubbing his back, Mu Xiuning turned his hands and scratched his head. In fact, he had thought at that time, whether it was the two good brothers who dragged him back to the barracks to "revenge their own personal revenge", and took the opportunity to kick him twice on the legs like desperately. foot.

But after he thought about it later, he felt that something was wrong—he couldn't say whether that little bastard Mo Junli could move his feet, but Mingxuan was such an upright and reliable brother, so he definitely wouldn't take advantage of others' danger to commit such poison feet.

Besides, according to Mingxuan's temperament, even if His Highness really wants to lift his leg and kick him in the middle of the night, Zhan Mingxuan will definitely not sit idly by - so, his leg doesn't seem to be kicked out by these two people of.

Who could that be, and who could this be?

Could it be that he had been unlucky in the past, and through the boots and cotton trousers, his legs were bruised?

Mu Xiuning was so slanderous in his heart that he sneaked a step away from his little sister—I wonder if it was the shadow of his being beaten that day, but now when he sees his sister, his whole body feels uncomfortable and his legs ache !

"I'm going to take this group of bastards to rehearse the formation later..." the red-clothed boy turned his head and muttered softly, "Your presence here has a little influence on my performance."

"Well, influence?" Master Mu raised his eyebrows in response, and opened his mouth coldly, "Then second brother, please expand and talk about how to influence the law."

"I'm not letting you take the soldiers to practice in the morning, or I'm not letting you play with guns and halberds?"

"Besides, if I stay here, it can also prevent you from playing tricks and being lazy." Mu Xici smiled playfully.

Ever since Zhan Mingxuan was sent by her to teach Mu Shiyao how to ride horses, the tasks of leading the soldiers in the morning exercises and reviewing official documents in the pass all fell to Mu Xiuning.

The young man was used to laziness, so he was thrown so much work by others, so he acted like a fool on the spot, unwilling to work anyway.

In the end, she and Mo Junli pushed her into the chair, one left and one right, and sat there all afternoon, before Fang reluctantly moved.

——She is a reasonable supervisor.

No, it's not a matter of giving up and stealing.

This is a question that has a huge impact on my young and fragile mind just because you are here.

Mu Xiuning looked up at the sky and sniffled. Right now, he really wanted to grab his sister by the collar and sneak this brat to the edge of the martial arts arena, but he didn't dare, he didn't have the guts.

cowardly.

"The key point is that you are there. I'm always worried that I'll get rid of you when I play with my halberd later." Young Master Mu lowered his head and made random excuses, trying to hide that after that day, he had a new love for his old sister. The instinctive fear that came out.

"Don't worry, I won't be able to get rid of it, second brother, if you are really worried, I'll just walk to the side." Mu Xici spread his hands, and walked two steps towards the edge of the small platform nonchalantly, looking for a perspective that was the same as before. Standing in the best place, his eyes were still locked on the soldiers in the audience.

"Okay, second brother, you train your soldiers, I'll just watch here, I won't disturb you." Mu Da Guoshi waved his sleeves, and when he stopped, he also put a smile on his face.

Seeing this situation, Mu Xiuning had no choice but to compromise and accept his fate. He held the halberd and tied a flower, then let go of his voice and shouted "Array".

The soldiers in the arena ran quickly in response to the sound, and formed a formed formation within a few breaths. Mu Xici slowly lowered his eyes as he watched the formation formed by the soldiers under the stage, and waves surged under his black pupils.

——As she expected before, the method of training troops in Yanguan has not been reformed yet.

Except that the weapons held by the soldiers are different, and the battle armor on their bodies has also been greatly improved compared to before, the rest of the gadgets are deleted, deleted, and deleted, and they are still the same set of old things handed down from their ancestors.

Practical is still practical, but this change is also a little bit less.

If there are few changes, it is very easy for people to detect the next move-this is not a good phenomenon.

The little girl raised her eyebrows in thought.

In her previous life, she had carefully studied the fatal defeat that her second brother fought in the Western Merchant of the Desert.

Later, she discovered that apart from the large difference in the strength of the two sides due to incorrect intelligence and poor support, which caused Qianping's army to be encircled, the formation used by the Mu family was relatively conservative, and the main general, Da Mo, lacked combat experience. It is also an important reason for the defeat of that war|war.

It was also from then on that she made up her mind completely, and proceeded to rearrange a new formation and make a new command flag based on the Jiugong Bagua as the foundation and Qimen Dunjia as the body.

After that, Gan Ping never saw such a tragic battle|battle again.

Therefore, this method of training soldiers must still be changed in this life. If not changed, the future will still encounter a situation similar to that of the battle in the desert, but the leader may not be her second brother.

But the biggest problem right now...

Master Mu poked his chin and frowned deeply.

The biggest problem is that, except for her, no one in the world can play with her strange way of performing soldiers.

That thing, the requirements for the coach's Qimen skills are too deep.

——This is very tricky. Mystery is easy to use. It is customary to play it well and it will have miraculous effects. If you play it badly, you will probably hurt yourself first...

Not to mention that not everyone has that kind of talent for practicing Qimen, and it is impossible for her to teach all these things to her second brother, Mingxuan and her father.

She has to think of a suitable way to simplify this strange art of military art as much as possible to make it easy to understand and easy to learn. Otherwise, it doesn't make much sense for her to innovate the art of art of war that she alone mastered. .

In this life, she doesn't want to taste that kind of connection again.

Thinking of this, Mu Xici sighed silently. She rested her chin and looked down the stage leisurely, when she suddenly thought of a small problem.

Speaking of which, it is best to change the set of command flags she designed.

　There's one more chapter I'm going to liver goodbye

　　
　
(End of this chapter)