Dao Fruit

The man took off and turned around, flying towards where Qiu Yan was!

Looking at the figure intently, Qiu Yan's thoughts changed and he made a guess. Then his body shook and he floated in the air!

"It's really not an entity. What comes here is just consciousness and soul."

Looking down, Qiu Yan looked thoughtful.

"Since the soul has left the body, this place should be an illusion. No, it is more like Shilin than an illusion. This place is very likely to be like Shilin. All this has inspired the power deep in the military miscellaneous notes, which is probably related to the military strategist. , so to speak, it is not advisable to rely on magical powers to run rampant here."

After concentrating his mind, he could vaguely feel Xingjing's will coming from afar, without being interrupted by his soul leaving the body.

"The land of Gyeonggi suppresses magical powers, and Xingjing is the place where dragon energy is entrenched. However, the power hidden in the military strategist's miscellaneous notes, after being activated by the spirit of the sages, can silently capture the soul here..."

After thinking about it, he looked at the figure rising into the sky again. After a closer look, he saw that the figure was much clearer, with white beard and hair. He was not young. He was wearing Confucian clothes, but he did not have the temperament of a scholar at all. Instead, he exuded There is a sense of vicissitudes of life, and the whole body is full of historical atmosphere, as if it came out of the history books!

Qiu Yan could already tell that this aura was one of the two lights and shadows he felt in the outside world!

"The monks at the peak of the fourth realm were also taken in here. So, taking a risk has paid off. I don't know where the other person went."

Thinking like this, he connected with the remaining incense thoughts in his body, grasped the external situation, and became more and more stable.

"Everyone in the hall was covered by light, and their souls left their bodies and entered the book!"

In the distance, the old man in Confucian robes was flying very fast, with little rays of light shining on his body, as if he were surrounded by stars. In just one breath, he had almost reached where Qiu Yan was!

Qiu Yan was not afraid of this, nor did he mean to dodge or retreat. Instead, he stood quietly, as if waiting for something!

Boom!

In the cloudless sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared and struck down!

Qiu Yan's eyelids jumped. With the help of the connection with Xingjing's will, his perception extended far away, and he could vaguely feel a little fluctuation of human order from the lightning!

"It's humanity lightning again..."

After spitting out a word, Qiu Yan caught the strong murderous intention and the fluctuation of energy and blood in the lightning! It gives rise to the illusion of an attack by thousands of troops!

Boom!

Lightning penetrated the sky and the earth, hitting the speeding figure. The old man in Confucian uniform trembled all over, showing a look of horror, and then blasted to the ground!

This scene fell into Qiu Yan's eyes. He didn't show any surprise, but it set off a storm in his heart.

"Although the situation is different, at least on the surface, there are certain rules like Nashilin. Even those with magical powers must be restricted. But I really didn't expect it to be such a drastic method! Directly use human lightning, Suppressing the monks at the peak of the fourth realm! Is the person who left this military journal really just an ordinary recorder?"

Boom!

The ground shook, and on the plain in the distance, the soil where the lightning struck was churning, and within a moment, a tall tower was built!

At the same time, a deep sound suddenly sounded from the sky——

"Okay! The seventh fragment left by Lin when he left has finally been discovered!"

This sound was so majestic that it echoed between heaven and earth. Not only Qiu Yan could hear it, but other people scattered on the vast plain could also hear it clearly.

"This fragment is hidden in the military book, but I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected harvest. These two Taoist people have extraordinary cultivation. They are at the peak of the fourth realm for their nature. They are only one step away from becoming a Yin God, but they obviously endure There will be catastrophes inside and outside, just as spoils of war, the person who wins in this military battle can get these two people as their servants!"

The voice came from heaven, and the words it spoke had no roots or origins, but to the ears of those who knew the realm of monks, they were horrifying!

"A monk at the peak of the fourth realm was caught and sealed, but he was actually used as a trophy! What is the identity of the person who arranged this? What kind of cultivation level is it? What do the fragments in his mouth refer to?"

Questions flashed through Qiu Yan's mind. The sounds from the sky did not stop, but they also came to an end——

"...My descendants, please fight hard in humanity. I hope that one day we can meet again!"

Then, the words suddenly disappeared and there was no more sound, but a series of questions were left in Qiu Yan's heart.

"Who is this person? What is his purpose? From his words, you can probably guess that this person's surname is Lin, huh?"

As he thought about it, he felt a familiar feeling in his mind, as if an idea flashed through his mind. Unfortunately, there was too little information at hand, so he couldn't really be sure.

However, before he could think deeply, a voice came from the side——

"General, please issue legal orders and formulate military laws. If we delay for a long time and enemy troops rush in, we will be unable to fight back!"

After hearing this, Qiu Yan gathered his thoughts and turned to look at the people under the Qiu. The situation was uncertain just now, and an old man in Confucian uniform came. Qiu Yan didn't look very carefully. Now when he looked again, he realized that the people under the Qiu were really not. There are few, one by one standing upright, one after another, divided into several columns, extending far away.

"The voice mentioned military combat just now. Could it be referring to some kind of rules here? If so, it is indeed the same as Shilin imagined, but Shilin has hundreds of millions of scholars as its foundation. What about the world in this book? exist?"

All kinds of speculations were circulating in his mind. Qiu Yan had a general understanding of the current situation, but his doubts were increasing. The man below urged him again, forcing him to temporarily concentrate. Then he counted with his fingers, and the Li hexagram vibrated, and the book of luck also changed accordingly, and he had a little enlightenment in his heart.

"It seems that the method of military fighting will still fall on the people under the hill."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan no longer delayed, and his memory turned back to recall the sentences of the art of war.

Although he had studied the theories of military strategists in depth, since the provincial examination, he would memorize them whenever he encountered them when reading, but they were not systematic and were scattered.

You know, printing was not easy in ancient times, and ordinary books could be heirlooms. Recording the mysterious art of war of military strategists was even more precious. A complete set of art of war was often worth a lot of money, and was even monopolized by some military families.

Fortunately, Qiu Yan has some memories in this life. Although they are not systematic, he had been exposed to military information in his previous life and had an impression of the composition of the troops. At this time, the three bodies are thinking together. The incense and thoughts of the spirit body simulate and deduce, the five elements and six thieves of the heart demon body check for omissions and make up for deficiencies, and the flesh and blood body combines the two parties and organizes a simple system with the military tactics in memory.

It should be mentioned here that when in the land of the remains, Yin Xiao'e left a set of training methods, which involved the information of arranging troops and arrays. Qiu Yan also heard about it. Although he did not remember it deliberately, he did not forget it and also added it to his mind.

Gradually, a set of military system prototypes took shape in Qiu Yan's mind. He asked the soldiers in front of him to report the number of people.

The man knew it well and said without hesitation: "A total of 1,111 people."

"Oh? This number is interesting, but looking at your clothes, you don't look like you can go into battle." As he said, Qiu Yan's eyes swept over the soldiers one by one.

These soldiers were all wearing simple cloth clothes, and their swords were sharp enough to penetrate with a single stab.

The leader said, "When the general has set the laws and military rules, the corresponding weapons and armor will be formed."

"There is such a thing, in that case, then let's pass the order." Qiu Yan nodded, and the military system in his mind had already taken shape.

The man was stunned for a moment, feeling a little surprised.

This expression made Qiu Yan pay attention, and doubts arose in his heart: "I thought these people were all illusory existences in the illusion, and they had no consciousness, but this person's expression did not seem to be fake. Is there another mystery in this?"

Thinking about it did not affect Qiu Yan's giving orders. He spoke fluently and formulated a system, which was divided into the general, commander, leader, and team leader. The positions were from high to low, covering generals, assistants, and squad leaders, which was quite strict.

This division of military system was a temporary one, not for flaunting authority, but for the convenience of command transmission, and the authority was clear. If the superior general died, the authority could be quickly distributed, the command could be stabilized, the combat effectiveness could be maintained, and the situation of soldiers and soldiers being scattered after the death of the direct officers and soldiers could be prevented.

The position of general was given by Qiu Yan to the person who talked with him. The strange person said that he had no name. In order to facilitate the conversation, Qiu Yan gave him a name, Qiu Yi, and then asked him to pass the military system to the soldiers.

Strangely enough, this set of position division was temporarily created by Qiu Yan based on the military tactics in his mind and the information from his previous life. However, after passing it on, all the soldiers remembered it after just one time, and demonstrated it quickly without any mistakes or omissions, which was clearly engraved in their hearts.

Qiu Yan was not surprised by this, but just said: "In this way, one order, soldiers and generals will practice it."

Qiu Yi praised: "It is really amazing that the general can formulate such a military system in a short time." He was not complimenting. In this era, there is no information explosion like Qiu Yan's previous life. Different trades are like mountains. Military is a major event of the country. How can ordinary people get in touch with it? Not to mention thinking about things like military system, many people don't even have the concept of commanding soldiers.

Qiu Yan shook his head: "Anyone who has been in contact with military affairs can formulate it. Well, let's not talk about this for now. Before issuing military law, the wartime military order must be determined first."

"Huh?" Qiu Yi showed a trace of surprise, as if he didn't expect Qiu Yan to think of this.

Qiu Yan did what he said and spent half an hour formulating flags and gongs and drums. When he was done with these, he would issue military law, but at this time, a rumbling sound came from afar, and the ground trembled slightly, as if thunder was rolling.

"Hmm?" Qiu Yan looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the dust rising from the horizon!

Qiu Yi then lay down with his ears to the ground, and then his face suddenly changed: "Not good! There is a cavalry raid! Heading straight here!"

"Cavalry?" Qiu Yan was stunned, and turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him. The shadows of armor and weapons were emerging on their bodies, gradually solidifying, and the shadows of weapons and blades also appeared in their hands.

"Sure enough, the armor and weapons are self-generated, but..." Qiu Yan frowned, "Can horses also be born out of thin air?" (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!)