Even in his twilight years, he swept through the chaotic army of ten thousand warriors!

"Previously, Wang was blinded by greed and delusions, which led him to resort to such a despicable trick!"

"But who knew there was such a hidden story behind this..."

"I, Wang, am ashamed, truly ashamed!"

Wang Long looked ashamed, as if he wanted to slap himself twice.

"It's not just me, Mr. Ji, you can rest assured..."

"I will also mediate between Zhou Cheng and Li Juyao!"

Ji Yan smiled and waved his hand, blowing on the tea in a leisurely tone.

"As for coming to Erqi..."

"Does Wang Qi think... old friends aren't as sincere as his subordinates?"

"Once I'm actually under Wang Qi's command, I wouldn't dare tell my superiors everything..."

"None of these Banner Officials knew this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yan tilted his head back and drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, then slowly stood up.

"The tea here, Officer Wang, is so sweet. When I come to ask for a cup next time, please don't complain about getting the floor dirty!"

"I live under the big locust tree in the Six Banners area. If Officer Wang has any free time..."

"Have a bowl of my coarse tea too!"

"When you get old, just having someone to talk to can make you eat two more bowls of rice!"

After saying that, he waved to Wang Longmo, indicating that he should not see him off any further, and then turned and left the Wang residence.

But it was also at the very moment he left the Wang residence...

Sweat poured down like a torrential rain.

Ji Yan knew very well that he was dealing with a tiger for its skin, and it was also a huge gamble.

Wang Long may appear to have renounced his greed, but in reality, he is employing a strategy of strategic retreat, and this is only the first step...

If Ji Yan's prediction is correct, the next step should be for Wang Long to provide comprehensive resources and make every effort to gain his trust.

This means that Ji Yan doesn't have much time left.

On the one hand, he needed to demonstrate absolute superiority in his breathing techniques, and on the other hand, he also had to be wary of...

At most, Wang Long will come to collect the debt when we reach Piguan.

But Ji Yan knew that his old life was worthless in the face of that enormous achievement.

Even if you don't do this, your breathing techniques will still be coveted.

So, all of these are things that need to be sent out...

If Wang Long isn't greedy, how could he be greedy for Wang Long?

When Wang Long first brought Ji Yan to the Wang residence, Ji Yan arranged for Ma Wu to discuss the details of the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) with Zhong Shan.

The discussion had already been completed, and Ma Wu was waiting at the door.

Upon seeing Ji Yan emerge, Ma Wu hurried forward.

Hearing Wang Long's farewell voice behind him, Ma Wu couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Professor Ji, you are this one!"

"You've only been a soldier for a few days, yet even the Wang Banner officers treat you with such courtesy..."

He couldn't help but give a wry laugh as he spoke, "It makes it seem like I've wasted the last few years of my life..."

He always knew that his own strength was just so-so, but he was quick-witted and had gotten to know a lot of people from all walks of life in just two months since he came to this garrison.

But now, looking at Ji Yan, I realize...

The most he knows is just a person!

On the way back, Ma Wu continued to chatter on and on.

He said that after he was welcomed in, the people from Erqi treated him very politely, and he took the opportunity to help Ji Yan plan a bow, and had already discussed the details with his friend.

Ji Yan is really ruthless. A single spirit weapon costs at least a thousand taels of silver. I reckon Zhong Shan has been swindled out of his life savings by Ji Yan...

Ji Yan felt quite embarrassed when he heard the number.

He had expected it to be expensive, but he never imagined it would be this expensive.

The so-called "spiritual weapon" was something Ma Wu had briefly mentioned to him when he came before; it was simply a shorthand for a spiritual weapon.

They are usually made from all kinds of spiritual materials, and after being forged, they often have abilities far exceeding those of ordinary weapons. Moreover, after being nurtured for a long time, they can develop their unique characteristics.

As for Ji Yan's pair of sharp beaks, they could only be used as insignificant auxiliary materials...

Recalling Zhong Shan's sullen appearance, Ji Yan felt a little sorry for him, but thinking that Wang Long would probably make up for it, he didn't think about it anymore.

The two had gone out early in the morning and returned before noon.

Ma Wu suggested that since Ji Yan was already wielding the Mo Dao, he should learn some Mo Dao techniques first. The reason he had thought of the Mo Dao was because there was a Mo Dao master hidden in the Six Banners.

Ji Yan was eager to go, but she declined for the time being and made an appointment with Ma Wu to go again tomorrow.

He practiced swordsmanship because he knew that he could eventually master the basics, but one must take things one step at a time and practice one day at a time.

Today, he must master this skill.

【Guiyuan Gong (Beginner Level)】

[Progress: 82/100]

With a gentle exhale, Ji Yan summoned his destiny.

After incorporating breathing techniques, the stance training was renamed.

Ji Yan went back inside, took a sip of tea, and then opened the bamboo tube...

Thinking that this time the exercise would help with digestion, he boldly took two drops of the juice and put a small piece of lotus root in his mouth.

call!

He exhaled a breath of stale air and began his stance training in the scorching sun of the dog days of summer.

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Inside the study of the General's residence.

With the windows and doors tightly closed, the summer heat was hard to dissipate.

Liu Zheng, the squad leader, was in a bad mood. He paced back and forth in the room, glancing several times at the man slumped in his chair...

With a knife wound on his face and bandages soaked in blood on his arms, he was almost unrecognizable as Liu Zhe.

Anticipating that the commander was about to speak, he covered his ears in advance.

"Liu Zhe, oh Liu Zhe!"

"You're really something!"

"You've only been down here a few days! And you're already going to commit murder like other people!"

Liu Zheng gulped down a mouthful of tea and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't you know what you used to do?"

"You think you can just commit murder like that? With your meager abilities, you dare to set your sights on Zhou Cheng?!"

"You said you..."

Seemingly unable to understand, he stepped forward and pressed down on Liu Zhe's hand that was covering his ears.

"Come on, tell me about it!"

"What were you thinking?!"

Liu Zhe's hand was held down, his face full of helplessness.

"I think Zhou Cheng is only weak enough to be easily defeated, so if I were to take action, it would be a piece of cake..."

Liu Zheng was so angry at this answer that he laughed.

"Heh, trying to grab me with your bare hands... If I'd been any later, you'd already been chopped into mincemeat and fed to the dogs!"

Liu Zhe pursed his lips, still unconvinced.

"How was I supposed to know he was keeping so many skilled fighters..."

"Besides, it's really not that serious. After all, we were both banner officers. If he killed me, wouldn't he be afraid of Liu Baihu's investigation?"

"If I want one of his fingers, I can just give him one back if I get caught..."

Liu Zheng pointed at him, his fingers trembling violently with anger, his face turning purplish-blue, and his chest heaving.

He quickly took a pill and swallowed it, then patted his chest to calm himself down before finally regaining some composure.

"It's not that bad... you've gone stupid from reading too much!"

"He, Zhou Cheng, could serve as a banner officer in Qingshui, a place far from the emperor's reach, for twenty years without even needing to utilize his strength in the Rouguan Pass..."

"He killed you. Tomorrow, the entire guard will announce that you committed suicide with ten stab wounds!"

He threw Liu Zhe's hand away in exasperation.

"Hey!"

"Did you think about your sister-in-law when you did these things?"

"You said you needed time. The reason I brought you here was so you could complete your cultivation technique, and once you achieved something, I would help you get promoted back to the county seat..."

"Shouldn't you be content with a peaceful and stable life?"

"Why?!"

Liu Zhe pondered for a while and decided he was no longer willing to argue with his younger brother.

"I've thought about it, and it's precisely because I've thought about it..."

"I'm afraid your sister-in-law won't be able to wait that long, so I need to find a way to go back as soon as possible."

Liu Zheng patted his chest, his face full of confusion.

"Threatening Zhou Cheng, is this your plan?"

Liu Zhe shook his head. "No, it's for someone's sake, so they can live in peace..."

"He can give me a future."