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

As darkness fell, the rain outside gradually stopped.

We were supposed to eat at the barracks in the afternoon, but Lao Si insisted on arranging a celebration and ordered a table full of food and drinks from outside.

Ji Yan didn't refuse and enjoyed the meal.

Lying in the barracks that night, for the first time since he had transmigrated, he felt alive.

[Old but still vigorous] is indeed powerful enough, but his body was already on the verge of death when he transmigrated.

It's like an old machine; the hardware has aged.

If I don't fight for this Qi and Blood Warrior title, even if I survive the county government's clutches, I probably won't have many years left to live...

The military camp wasn't big, and eight people lived together in cramped conditions, except for the fourth brother who wasn't coming back tonight, saying he had something to do.

Ji Yan turned to look at the head of her bed.

A red hat and a cloth armor were all the supplies Ji Yan received.

The fourth brother said the weapons wouldn't be issued until there was combat, and told him to get a good night's sleep to prepare for tomorrow's training...

Bang bang bang!

Just as Ji Yan was about to doze off, he suddenly heard a knocking sound at the head of the bed.

Looking up, I was greeted by Zhao Zhengdong's sullen face.

"Old Ji, are you asleep?"

"What's wrong, Zheng Dong?"

"Come out here, I have something to tell you..."

Zhao Zhengdong lowered his voice... what he thought was clear, but in reality, the entire barracks could hear him clearly.

To be honest, having just transmigrated and already experienced such a huge ordeal, getting some sleep is more urgent for Ji Yan than anything else.

But after a moment's hesitation, he got up.

Zhao Zhengdong led Ji Yan on a quick walk until they left the garrison barracks and stopped at a small grove.

"What's so secretive about this?" Ji Yan looked up at Zhao Zhengdong.

Although after spending half a day together, he knew that Zhao Zhengdong didn't have any bad intentions.

But he's a wanted criminal by the county government now; who knows, they might lure him out by accepting money...

While he was still thinking about it, Zhao Zhengdong had already assumed a fighting stance.

However, he soon noticed that Ji Yan was in a daze and seemed to remember that he hadn't said anything yet.

He's over 1.8 meters tall, and when he scratches his head, he looks like a bear.

"Hey, I took two coins from you, but you didn't help me at all."

"I just couldn't sleep, so I kept thinking..."

He said, getting back into position, in a low voice.

"This is the stance training you'll learn tomorrow. Practicing it with me twice should be helpful."

"This is something that's not supposed to be taught, but you can't teach it on your own..."

"But it's normal for me to take a few lashes for you in exchange for taking two coins of your money."

Ji Yan still couldn't figure out his logic. Since they were going to learn it tomorrow anyway, why was he still teaching them while being beaten with a military stick?

But undoubtedly, it's good for him; the sooner he develops his Qi and blood, the more stable he will be.

He was still thinking when Zhao Zhengdong had already started...

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The Dajing Garrison was a military-agricultural settlement, with three parts defense and seven parts farming. Before becoming a soldier, farming was the daily routine.

The next morning, before the roosters crowed, everyone else in the barracks was already up.

And Ji Yan...

Just got back.

Sweat streamed down my body; I quickly wiped myself clean and put on my cloth armor.

When they arrived at the training ground, there were already a dozen or so people standing there.

After waiting for quite a while, they finally saw a fat man in civilian clothes walking towards them, yawning and with a round belly, followed closely by two soldiers carrying a reclining chair.

The fat man stood in front of people without even fully opening his eyes.

"My name is Zhou Cheng, and I'm the flag officer leading your training today..."

Before the words were even finished, it started as if they were rushing through a process.

However, it must be said that although Zhou Cheng was overweight, his movements were fluid and graceful, showing the style of a master...

But it came to an abrupt end.

Then, as if rushing to catch up on sleep, she lay down on the recliner and gradually stopped responding.

Meanwhile, the fourth brother's previous concern was that Ji Yan would be questioned...

They didn't even glance at Ji Yan.

The group looked at each other, wondering if they had seen wrong.

"No, that's it?"

"Who can see it clearly when it's firing so fast?"

"You should at least teach it once, what do you mean by only giving a half-finished lesson?"

Even though everyone was filled with resentment, they only dared to murmur among themselves.

After all, since they knew they were there to compete for the elite infantry, they had all heard about the terror of the elite infantry...

I've heard that even the most ordinary Qi and Blood Warrior is as strong as an ox, and a flag officer could probably split a monument or shatter a stone with his bare hands.

As they were whispering among themselves, the two soldiers who had carried the reclining chair earlier came over.

Someone mustered up the courage to ask, only to find out that it cost money.

"My brother and I will demonstrate it for you once, thirty coins; and we'll teach you step-by-step once, fifty coins."

"However, they only teach half the set. If you want to see the full demonstration..."

The two men stood lazily on the sidelines, their confident and fearless demeanor speaking volumes, leaving everyone with no other choice.

"If everyone works together and scrapes together one tael of silver, I'll invite Officer Zhou over."

"This is already a huge discount, and it's only valid today."

"Otherwise, by tomorrow..."

The man chuckled, his schadenfreude evident on his face.

"That price should double!"

In an instant, resentment surged in the training ground.

It was only then that Ji Yan learned...

Just how big was the gift Zhao Zhengdong gave him last night?

When he first received the cloth armor, he thought to himself, "This dynasty is already so rotten, yet the soldiers still have armor to wear. This Commander Liu is truly capable."

But now it seems that one person cannot withstand the festering wounds...

Fortunately, after last night, Ji Yan already has a solid foundation.

He pretended to strike a pose...

He raised his hand hesitantly, occasionally frowning in thought, as if recalling the movements Zhou Cheng had just taught him.

Seeing that he had made a move, the others followed suit...

Some people were willing to pay to watch the demo, while those without money, like Ji Yan, began to reminisce.

After putting on a good show and making sure he wouldn't attract too much attention, Ji Yan finally seemed to have gained confidence.

I took a deep breath, braced myself, and felt the familiar burning sensation return.

The feeling was unusually strong at the beginning of last night, like a knife being stabbed into my chest from the inside out.

At that time, he also thought it wouldn't last long.

But the boost that "Old but Still Strong" gave to his physique far exceeded his expectations, allowing him to keep going until now...

Two hours later, almost everyone was exhausted and sprawled out on their backs.

After all, whether it's up to standard or not, after half an hour of practice, everyone has more or less grasped the basics. And the purpose of this exercise is to extract the vital energy from the body's blood and qi. It would be strange if one wasn't tired...

"call!"

Ji Yan let out a deep breath, frowned, and could only choose to rest for a while.

Last night's hard training was tiring, but not like today.

The half-hearted approach left him feeling a tightness in his chest...

I can't type it out, I can't swallow it.

Moreover, the symptoms kept getting worse.

This banner officer probably saw this opportunity; today, one tael of silver…

Double it tomorrow, and double it again the day after!

But thankfully, he should be here soon.

[Skill: Dajing Eight-Stage Kung Fu (Beginner Level)]

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