The Rise of the Marquis

Chapter 69 Contact Supernatant
After 200 days of the Brumaire, heavy snow fell, and the snow was knee-high in the evening, making it difficult to supply firewood. Wang Jianga sent four teams of more than [-] people to cut down the surrounding trees.

Zuoqiu Fufeng temporarily stopped the deployment of the siege, but directed the craftsmen to use the felled trees to make siege equipment.

Many of the equipment were never seen by the craftsmen in the Heyang Army before, so Zuoqiu Fufeng had to draw the blueprints and teach them the same thing. They explained the deployment of the siege and assigned tasks.

The so-called military marquis is a name imitating the powerful Han army. The Han army consists of 200 people, and each song has a military marquis. In Zhao, the so-called military marquis is actually a small local nobleman who brought his soldiers and horses under the sign of the lord. .Most of them will bring fifty to 100 people, far from 200.

When Zuoqiu Fufeng handed over the task, this army marched smoothly all the way, and the army, which had won many battles, began to expose its weaknesses, because the soldiers were brought from the localities by various military lords, and these local nobles had both property rights and governance over the local land. Because of their power, they are highly independent, so the training level of soldiers depends entirely on the attitude of the local minor nobles.

As a result, in the same army, the training levels of the men and horses under the various military lords are very different, and it is also very difficult to coordinate and cooperate among the various military lords.

Dongfang Jin, who had been following Wang Jianjian, shook his head and said contemptuously, "The mob."

Wang Jian did not refute her statement. They were able to win one after another. Apart from their own factor, there is another important point, that is, the organizational form of the Eastern countries is similar to theirs, that is, the mob meets the mob. The consequences for a highly disciplined and well-trained professional army like the Imperial Guards of the Han Dynasty are unimaginable.

Amid all the difficulties, Zuoqiu Fufeng roughly selected the troops he wanted under the coordination of Wang Jian, and began to explain and arrange the siege tactics for everyone.

In the next few days, Zuoqiu Fufeng led people to practice in the camp, and instructed the craftsmen to make siege equipment, he was extremely busy.

In contrast, Wang Jian took a break completely because of the heavy snow, and began to take the Qi Gathering Pill in the military tent and continued to practice, and he still had a lot of spirit stones in his hand to squander.

A few days later, he had already reached the seventh level of Qi training, relying entirely on a large number of Qi gathering pills and piles of spirit stones, without any skills.

He found that when Hehuanjue was practiced as a magical method, most of the aura was mainly used to temper the body, rather than being stored in the sea of ​​​​qi in the dantian.

This is not possible, Wang Jian, as an orthodox monk, of course knows the benefits of widening the dantian, so he suspended the practice of Hehuan Jue, and practiced the orthodox method "Changchun Jue" to cultivate the dantian and broaden the sea of ​​​​qi, still relying on non-stop taking pills , he found that the Qi Gathering Pills he had eaten in the past few days were worth more than what he had consumed in seven or eight years in his previous life, it was simply extravagant.

The weather outside turned cold, although there were several pots of charcoal fire in the big tent, it was still cold, but he couldn't feel it.

Under his urging, Dongfang Jin finally memorized the meridian map of the whole body. Wang Jian wrote down the first part of the Hehuan Jue and asked her to learn it accordingly.

Dongfang Jin was stunned, he didn't know what it was, but under his coercion, he could only reluctantly agree.

As time passed, the heavy snow gradually stopped, and Zuoqiu Fufeng reported to him that the terrain here is not flat, and there are rivers to the east and north, which means that after the snow melts, the accumulated water can quickly flow into the river without causing a large amount of mud area, it should be possible to siege the city.

Hearing what he said, Wang Jian relaxed a lot. At the same time, he felt that professionals know more, and he became more curious about Jixia Academy in Qiguo.
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"Why do warlocks insist on using peach wood?" Wang Jian asked the old man with some puzzlement. The old man was Yun Mingzi, a high-ranking warlock of the Han Empire sent by Liu Yu to protect him.

"Only through the best peach wood can we communicate with the Venerable Shangqing." The old man replied.

"Shangqing likes peaches?" Wang Jian said jokingly.

The old man ignored him, and knelt down in the snow on the top of the hill, facing the starry sky, with his hands outstretched, and his mahogany staff was held flat on his hands. A long mahogany stick, usually used as a walking stick.

Although the snow had not melted at this time, the sky had already cleared up. At night, the old man suddenly said that he was going to pray to the Qing Supreme.

He was curious, so after obtaining the old man's consent, he followed him to have a look.

This kind of religious ritual of praying has been around for a long time. Wang Jian remembered that in the biography of Luanba in the later Han Dynasty, there are "there are many mountains and rivers and ghosts in the county, and the villain often breaks his property to pray. Ba has Taoism, can conquer ghosts and gods, but destroys them all." House priests, pruning off evil witches, and then the ghosts disappear." records.

But he didn't believe in prayer.

"Why adjust this time?" Wang Jian asked curiously.

The old man closed his eyes, looked pious, and replied in a low voice: "When the sky is clear and the moon is bright, and the stars are shining brightly, facing the sky, you can get in touch with the supreme being and listen to the voice of the universe."

"Universe." Hearing this word, Wang Jian thought of the saying in the Warring States Period, "The upper and lower directions are called Yu, and the past and present are called Zhou."

"The Marquis knows a lot." The old man praised softly: "Sometimes the supernatant will give out teachings, which go straight to my mind. It is the voice that my disciples need to listen to respectfully. That is the mystery of the universe."

He said no more, just sat there quietly on his knees, even if he shivered from the cold for a while, he didn't move.

Wang Jian shook his head, thinking that this was some kind of ignorant religious ceremony. Maybe the powers of the warlocks had other reasons, but they attributed it wrongly, he thought so.

As time passed, the old man knelt quietly in the snow for more than a quarter of an hour and remained motionless. Wang Jian waited beside him, looking up at the bright stars in the sky and the three misty moons, thinking that he was really bored , Why go crazy with these fanatics, it's better to go back to sleep.

But at this moment, his keen senses suddenly noticed some changes in his surroundings. The sound of the wind was still normal, the snow reflected the moonlight in the distance, and the campfire was flickering and silent under the night sky. Everything around him was as usual, but his spiritual sense clearly sensed the aura around him Started to get agitated gradually.

what's the situation!
Wang Jian was taken aback, surprised and horrified in his heart, this thing is like the power of a warlock, there is an invisible and intangible profound power that he can't even feel, it seems to be affecting the flow of aura around him.

He quickly let go of his spiritual sense and searched as far away as possible but found nothing. When he looked at the old man, he finally realized that something was wrong. The mahogany stick in the old man's hand seemed to be flowing with a faint milky white light.
Wang Jian immediately concentrated his spiritual consciousness, ready to find out, but the surrounding aura instantly quieted down, and the surroundings returned to calm.

The mountain wind blew, but nothing actually happened here. Wang Jian looked at the old man who was still praying with his eyes closed, and he was a little dazed. What happened just now?Or nothing happened?
(End of this chapter)