Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 509: Breaking into the Camp + Not Achieving Greatness
"We have taken control of three counties, and are about to take control of four counties. I never expected that the mediocre disciple who joined the sect halfway through, who was neither good at literature nor martial arts, would actually build such a huge foundation.

It is true that one cannot judge a person by his appearance, and one cannot measure the depth of the ocean. What a pity, what a pity..."

Wu Changsong rode on his horse, gently stroked his long beard, stretched out his sleeves and shook slightly to shake off the dust from days of traveling, then he let out a long sigh with a sad face, and it was unclear whether he was envious or truly regretful.

"Master, I don't understand this. It is clear that Senior Brother Zhou has conquered such a large territory. His luck must be as vast as the sea, or as endless as a rolling river.

Under such circumstances, the speed at which his cultivation level improves is beyond the reach of us... Why don't you think highly of him?"

Gan Xiaolu looked puzzled.

She did not have the profound cultivation level of her master, nor did she have his strong physique. At this moment, she was almost lying on the horse's back, with her two huge and round breasts hanging like pendant bells, stretching the Yunshui Sect's sky-blue uniform out of shape.

Taking a look at his apprentice's silly, cute and childish face, Wu Changsong's eyebrows twitched heavily. He wanted to say something, but was a little hesitant to say it out loud.

This disciple has great talent and understanding, but because she looks young, even though she is eighteen years old, she still looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old.

Her temperament was gentle, like a ball of dough. The disciples of Diecang Peak naturally treated her like their own little sister and spoiled her on a daily basis, which led to her developing this ignorant character that was unaware of the dangers of the world.

Wu Changsong is the elder of Diecang Peak, but none of his disciples are particularly outstanding. Although there are a few who are good in mind and martial arts, their talents are very limited.

Sometimes, I also want to gather resources and train this little disciple well, but every time I see that he knows nothing, I get angry.

I thought to myself, after all this training, if I'm not careful I might get cheated once I get out into the world. That would be like throwing money into the water without making a single sound.

This time, he received a secret letter from the head master, Uncle Yuntai, and found an excuse to rush from Yunzhou to Jiangzhou. He rushed to the front line of the battle, secretly met with Gu Qingqiu, Su Lianxue and others, and brought the little disciple out.

Eventually, she must be allowed to see the world. We cannot keep her like this any longer. Otherwise, she will probably be ruined.

"See how he rises quickly and how he falls suddenly..."

Wu Changsong shook his head in annoyance: "What have you been doing with your senior brothers and sisters in Hushan City during this period of time?

Haven't you heard that the Zhenbei Army has already dispatched 100,000 troops, and Yunzhou has also dispatched 50,000 troops to assist, and they are directly attacking Guangyun County?"

"I heard it, what's wrong, Master? My disciple's five internal organs will be restored to their original state in a few days. It won't take three years, no, two years at most. If I'm lucky, I can cultivate the first trace of Cang Hai Zhen Qi within a year. How can I have the time to pay attention to those things of sending troops to fight?"

Gan Xiaolu opened her big confused eyes and looked at her master innocently.

I don't know why he suddenly became angry as he was talking.

"Okay, watch more and talk less. When you meet your Uncle Gu, Uncle Su, Uncle Yu and the others later, you must be polite and stop asking too many questions. Girls should be more reserved, and don't talk too much with the male disciples from Yaoyang Peak and Feicui Peak..."

Speaking of this, Wu Changsong felt a little powerless.

I thought to myself, I haven't married or had children in all these years, and I thought I could live a carefree life like this.

However, he did not expect that taking in some apprentices would make him feel like raising a daughter.

This feeling is very sour and refreshing.

Like an old father who is always worried about others.

"Be careful."

Just as he was about to say something, the horse that was galloping forward suddenly seemed to be frightened, raised its front hooves, and let out a sharp "whistle". At the same time, the air exploded, and a sharp arrow flew through sixty feet and shot towards him at the speed of lightning.

chi...

The arrow fell with all its force, piercing the ground in front of the horse's head and disappearing straight into the feathers.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and a rider was approaching rapidly. The man had a fierce aura, and in just a few breaths, he was already within thirty feet. The sharp aura had already locked onto the two men and two horses.

"Who are you? How dare you spy on our important military camp?"

Wu Changsong is fine.

Gan Xiaolu was overwhelmed by this murderous aura and her whole body was shaking, with her face turning pale.

Looking up, I saw a man on horseback, with a bow and arrow aimed at my side, as if a fierce battle was about to begin in the next moment.

"You are just a junior who has just reached the Gangqi stage and has not even touched the edge of martial arts. How dare you point an arrow at me?"

Even though Wu Changsong had a gentle temperament, he couldn't help but get angry.

I wondered how Zhou Ping'an commanded his troops. He didn't even explain clearly to his generals the uniforms of the elders and disciples of the Yunshui Sect?

When he saw the elder of Yunshui Sect appear, he didn't greet him respectfully, but instead spoke to him in a harsh tone. Is there something wrong with his brain?

"Don't make the mistake. I came to see your general to discuss important matters."

After all, he is the elder of one of the peaks of the Yunshui Sect. No matter where he goes, others will give him face.

I never thought that I would be questioned when I came to the military camp of my own Yunshui Sect. This is such a huge loss of face.

Thinking of this, Wu Changsong's mind moved, and a heavy martial spirit like heavy mountains pressed forward.

The one who came up on horseback to greet the general was a young general with a burly figure, long arms and legs. A large, shiny black stick was hung diagonally on the side of his horse's back, making him look majestic and murderous.

It was Qin Hao, the general of the Pofeng Camp of the front army.

He never cared about the trivial matters of the sect or faction, and only focused on honing his martial arts and training his troops.

Under Zhou Ping'an's guidance, he was serious about leading troops in battle.

They also strictly abide by military discipline.

When you encounter a suspicious person, even if he is a powerful person, you must interrogate him carefully.

He brought more than ten riders and rushed back from afar to report military intelligence. He felt a powerful aura approaching the military camp, and without waiting for his men to react, he rushed to the front.

When he heard Wu Changsong say that he was looking for his general, he put down his bow and arrow, wondering if it was an acquaintance... Then, he felt a mountain-like spirit rumbling down on his heart, making it slightly hard to breathe.

"Good fellow, a master in the Martial Intention Realm can already influence the mind and make people feel substantial pressure. This is the late stage of Martial Intention."

This thought flashed through my mind.

Qin Hao jumped off the horse and soared into the sky without thinking.

He grabbed the black iron rod with his backhand, held it up to the sky, screamed, and hit it down.

"Skyfall"

He has always regarded Zhou Ping'an as his idol. When he was listening to the lectures on weekdays, he would not miss a single word and would write it down in his notebook.

In particular, he studied some of the tactics regarding encountering the enemy very seriously and gained a very deep understanding of them.

Theories like "the first to strike is the strongest, the last to strike will suffer" and "when a lion fights a rabbit, it must use all its strength" are so familiar to him that he can even apply them in battle.

It can be said that he seldom suffered losses when leading the Pofeng Battalion to charge, and his combat power became stronger and stronger, especially when he made good use of his divine power.

Even if he encounters a martial arts master in the late stage, he is not afraid at all.

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Chapter 592: Not Able to Achieve Greatness

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"Well done!"

Wu Changsong didn't get angry but laughed instead.

Sitting on his horse, he drew his sword in his backhand and transformed himself into the shadows of mountains to meet the enemy.

He decided to teach this reckless young man a lesson.

The sword and the stick touched.

Suddenly, he realized that the stick was very heavy, as heavy as if a whole mountain had collapsed.

At the same time, dozens or even hundreds of stick shadows appeared before his eyes.

Gathered on one stick.

The front stick was as heavy as a mountain, the back stick was as swift as the wind, and it kept accumulating power. Countless sticks fell down, but he actually made a wrong judgment.

Wu Changsong's face turned slightly red, and he no longer dared to be careless. He suddenly raised all his energy, and his martial spirit surged, turning into a green pine tree, raising his sword to strike back. "Bang..."

dusty.

The horse under Wu Changsong's crotch let out a mournful cry, then fell to the ground with its four hooves bent.

He only felt that the sword tip was slightly heavy, and he could not bear the force. His body floated sideways, and the sword force became light and agile, wiping Qin Hao's waist.

Qin Hao laughed loudly.

The heavy blow just now did not really hit us.

As soon as it touched the horse's back, it began to turn like a wheel, turning into a sharp wind. The end of the stick stretched out like a snake's tongue and hit Wu Changsong's throat with a whoosh.

This stick is fast and sharp, breaking the wind silently.

It seemed to be several points faster than Wu Changsong's light sword style.

Before Wu Changsong could point the sword in his hand, he felt a sharp pain in his throat.

He had no time to attack the enemy.

He slightly shifted his feet, leaned back, and switched the sword from attack to defense, holding it upright in front of his chest, striking with force.

It was as if a huge peak suddenly stood up in front of me.

"Snapped……"

A loud roar.

Wu Changsong could no longer stand steadily, and his body sank as if being pulled by a long rope. He slid back seven or eight feet before he stopped.

My eyes blurred and I saw the shadow of a stick floating in the air again.

It was the general in front of him. The stick he struck out produced a black and white circle, and it was impossible to tell which one was fake and which one was real.

"Qin Hao, don't be rude."

Just as Wu Changsong was getting rid of his carelessness and treating the young general in front of him as his greatest enemy, he was ready to use all his skills to fight him.

I heard a familiar scolding in my ears.

I saw a person in the distance, surrounded by strong wind, casting many shadows, and he was already in front of me.

She hadn't arrived yet, but the sword intent had already arrived.

With one slash of the sword, a long river appeared before his eyes.

Under the mighty impact of sword intent and sword energy.

Qin Hao and Wu Changsong only had a slight contact and then quickly retreated.

A huge gully appeared on the spot.

Dirt and gravel flew everywhere.

Wait until the wind dies down.

Then a military general wearing silver armor, with a sturdy figure, delicate and beautiful features, and full of heroic spirit appeared in front of him.

"Master-nephew Zhan!"

Qin Hao hasn't said anything yet.

Wu Changsong spoke in surprise.

The sword strike just now was so powerful and even the concentration of martial spirit was even slightly superior to mine.

If someone said that it was Gu Qinghe or Su Lianxue who did it personally, he would believe it.

No, she is much stronger than the Su Lianxue in my impression.

At least, when Su Lianxue attacked, he could still block eight or ten of her moves.

When Zhan Shanhe made his move just now, he even felt that he was no match for him.

Looking at the sword marks on the ground.

Wu Changsong felt a little lost for some reason.

He put away his sword, laughed dryly and said, "So Junior Brother Zhan is so powerful?"

"My little skill is nothing. It's mainly because Junior Brother Zhou taught me well." Zhan Shanhe smiled innocently and touched the back of his head. He turned to look at Gan Xiaolu, who was full of fear, and waved his hand with a smile, saying, "Junior Sister Xiaolu is coming out to train with us? You should have come down the mountain a long time ago. If you practice meditation all day without experiencing actual combat, how can you be independent in the future?"

"Master, Master, Senior Sister."

When Gan Xiaolu saw this strange yet familiar senior sister and her gentle smile, the uneasiness in her heart somehow faded away.

Even the master seemed unable to defeat her.

How did Senior Sister become so strong?

She could hardly believe her eyes.

The honest senior sister from Emerald Peak in my memory, who was often used as a negative example by teachers and was said to be not very smart and not very talented, actually made me feel like I was looking up to a mountain.

is this real?
She got off the horse and carefully avoided Qin Hao's direction. She was really scared by the ferocious man who swung his stick at her without saying anything.

"Go away, you idiot. You don't even recognize your great-grandmaster uncle from Diecang Peak? You have learned all the sect lessons by heart. Look how scared your little great-grandmaster uncle is."

Zhan Shanhe scolded Qin Hao, asked him to come forward and apologize, and then drove him away.

At this time, he said embarrassedly: "This is Qin Hao, a refugee from Qingyang City. When Junior Brother Zhou saw that he had some talent, he took him in to teach. He is Junior Brother Zhou's nominal disciple, not a formal disciple.

He practiced the Eight Methods of Hunyuan created by Junior Brother Zhou, which was originally a sword technique, but because Qin Hao liked to use a stick as a weapon, he simply changed it into the Eight Major Stick Styles and passed it on to him, and he practiced it so-so.

Uncle Wu, please don't worry about him. His mind has become rigid due to military training. He doesn't understand the ways of the world. He hasn't even learned the etiquette of the mountain gate. He will never become a great man in the future. He has no future."

That's right.

Wu Changsong felt his face burning.

She looked at Zhan Shanhe helplessly, and was relieved when she saw that she was not deliberately sarcastic.

But I did feel a little ashamed in my heart.

If this General Qin Hao is called a loser, then isn't it even more useless that I, the elder of Diecang Peak, was at a disadvantage in the duel with Qin Hao?

"The previous blow was fast and heavy, especially the last one, which was extremely fast. I wonder what kind of method it was?"

Thinking of the stick that had hit his throat earlier, Wu Changsong still felt cold sweat on his back.

"Oh, didn't Junior Brother Zhou create the Eight Primordial Methods? Qin Hao used two of them before. The one that hit him on the head was the Sky Collapse Style, and the one with many stick shadows and extremely fast speed was the Wind Breaking Style..."

"Just two styles."

Wu Changsong muttered to himself.

Before he could adjust his mood.

Then I heard Zhan Shanhe say happily: "Uncle Master, you came at the right time today. Master has a happy event and will definitely be happy to see you."

She led the way, holding Wu Changsong's horse, and extended her hand to invite him.

"Uncle, Junior Sister, please follow me. The rules in the military camp are quite strict. Those people only know how to fight and don't know how to recognize people. Please follow me."

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(End of this chapter)