Martial Arts: People in Beiliang, kill enemies and become stronger

"Really?"

In the cold wind, the voice of the tumultuous was a little looming, with a little surprise and fear.

"Of course."

Then Lin Xuan's voice sounded, like a big bad wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood.

"Will the master still lie to you?"

"I trust the master."

Then there was a muffled snort, and then it fell silent.

When she woke up, she didn't know when, and she wanted to get up, but she felt heartbroken.

Inside the courtyard

Lin Xuan was practicing his sword

Mu Qing'er walked in, took two maids, helped her up, bathed and changed, and changed into a clean dress.

Mu Qing'er waved her hand to let the two maids go down and said to her: "Sister Xuan, these days, you can rest at ease." "

"Can you change rooms?"

When he heard the madness of last night, he was a little scared, and there was a little pleading in his eyes.

Even though she is a Demon Gate Holy Daughter, she has never been tossed like this.

"Gongzi won't mess around."

Mu Qing'er knew at a glance what happened last night, her pretty face was a little red, and after a few words of reassurance, she went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Lin Xuan, who had finished practicing the knife, entered the house, and Xuan quickly closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep.

"How is it exactly the same as the original big market?"

Lin Xuan was quite speechless.

"Don't pretend, I heard you talking to Qing'er just now."

He was about to remove the quilt, but he couldn't pretend it, so he simply didn't pretend.

"Master, I really can't."

She had pitiful eyes.

"You go find Dapan'er or Sister Mu Qing."

After taking the heart-devouring deceit, she has also accepted her fate, so she has not broken the skill.

"In the future, the name Qiuqiu will not be used."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "It's called Xiaopan'er." "

"Little plate?"

Xuan was puzzled: "How could the master give the slave this name." "

"Because you're a small market, and a big market is a big market."

He said seriously.

"What a big plate and a small plate."

Confused.

"Ahem, that's literally."

Lin Xuan didn't explain, and after a while, after she knew what a big plate and a small plate were from Mu Qing'er's mouth, she wanted to choose a new name.

It was a pity that it was directly vetoed by Lin Xuan.

Since that night's bedtime, in this world, there has been no more Demon Gate Saint Qiu, only the handmaid Xiaopan'er in the Taishou Mansion.

With the control of the devouring heart, coupled with absolute confidence in his own strength, Lin Xuan released the small plate from the dungeon.

Not to mention a Demon Gate Holy Girl, even if she is a Grand Master of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, in this Taishou Mansion, she can't turn over many storms.

In mid-February, when the ice and snow in Yan County were almost melting, the Pastoral Farmers Division began to preside over spring plowing.

With the promulgation of the cultivation appreciation order, the people of the entire Yan County county were in full swing, and countless people were busy in the fields.

Slash-and-burn cultivation, reclamation of barren fields and wastelands, even the white-haired old man and the weeping child followed.

Horse farms and sheep farms are also under construction, and thousands of Hu women under the leadership of the Wutu tribes have worked diligently for Lin Xuan.

The battle against the Huqiang tribe on the grassland also came to an end temporarily, and Tian Hu and others withdrew to the boundary of Yan County to temporarily rest

The original 10,000 Xuanjia army only has less than 6,000 people left, and the soldiers will be replenished in the future.

However, the six thousand people who survived initially met Lin Xuan's expectations, and there was a faint rudiment of a hundred battle elites.

Two other large battalions are also under construction, an infantry battalion and a cavalry battalion.

The large camp outside Yanzhou City was retained, and Lin Xuan planned to create another cavalry, named the Eight Hundred Battalion, numbering in the thousands, to be used as a personal military camp.

The Yanzhou camp will be the station of the eight hundred battalions in the future, and he will personally train them.

First, to defend Yanzhou City, and second, if there is a war, as a mobile force, the 800 battalions can support various places at any time.

The expansion of Yan County is inevitable, and as the territory becomes larger and larger, the soldiers and horses under his command will also increase.

Otherwise, how to guard against the cold python and the Huqiang tribe.

However, these things have to wait until after the end of spring plowing, and at the moment the Yan army is short of young and strong labor.

If those young and strong people are drafted into the army at this time, it will affect spring plowing.

If Lin Xuan was a little more ruthless and directly implemented the government military system in the Yan army, he would be able to pull up a large number of soldiers in a short time.

But he has always believed that soldiers are noble and not expensive.

Whether it is the Xuanjia Army or the Fu Army, the monthly silver is extremely high, far exceeding the treatment of the Northern Liang soldiers.

There was even a decree that taxes would be halved after enlistment.

In this way, the silver money required for these 20,000 soldiers alone was an extremely huge expense.

The use of troops against the steppe tribes before the snow was extremely successful, and a large number of cattle and sheep were captured to barely survive.

According to Wang Qing's calculations, as long as they rest and recuperate for two years at most, the people of Yan County can afford to provide for these 20,000 soldiers.

The weather is getting warmer

The sun is shining, the sun is spring in March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and everything recovers.

While the entire Yan County was busy with spring plowing, Lin Xuan's days were extremely leisurely.

Inside the courtyard

He was lying on the chair, basking in the sun, closing his eyes and recuperating, and Lin Yunqin was pinching his shoulders and beating his legs.

In the pavilion, the big plate is stroking the strings and playing music, the sound of the piano is melodious and gentle and twisting.

Inside the garden

Xiaopan'er is exchanging martial arts with Mu Qing'er, one person makes a sword, the other makes a sword, you come and go, so not dashing.

"No fighting, no fighting."

Xiao Pan'er lost a move, fluttered to the ground, the white skirt swayed, put away the long sword and said: "Sister Qing'er, how did your sword technique improve so fast." "

"It's only been a few days, and it's so domineering."

"Somewhat enlightened."

The long knife was sheathed, and Mu Qing'er chuckled: "Your sword technique has also improved rapidly." "

Her cultivation was stuck in the half-step King Kong Realm for two years, and earlier, Mu Qing'er wanted to try to break through, but was suppressed by Lin Xuan.

During this time, she would go to the dungeon every day to fight with the Northern Python masters, and her strength progress became more and more obvious.

Xiaopan'er's Heavenly Demon Skill is stuck in the fourteenth weight, and it is also a half-step King Kong Realm, but in terms of strength, it is slightly inferior to Qing'er by half a chip.

After all, Mu Qing's sword technique was personally taught by Lin Xuan.

Lin Yunqin was dazzled, envious in her heart, she would also point to martial arts, but only will.

Not to mention masters, even mastery of these two words is far from attaining.

And she has also had a sense of crisis recently, a small plate appeared out of nowhere, not to mention beautiful, martial arts are good.

She didn't think that she could compete with Mu Qing'er and Dapan'er, but she didn't want to lose to Xiaopan'er, so she worked extra hard these days.

Immerse yourself in the study every day to help check and process official documents.

Martial arts are not comparable, then change the method.

In the evening, the sun sets, the sky is dusk, the heat on the ground quickly dissipates, and the mountain breeze reverberates, shimmering with a little coolness.

Inside the room

Lin Xuan was carefully wiping the long knife, the door was pushed open, and the small plate quietly came in.

"What are you doing sneaky?"

He said without lifting his head.

After these days of reclamation, the small plate has faintly evolved into the middle plate, the posture is more and more abundant, the gesture is more and more abundant, the casual style, and the love.

After all, except for not breaking the work, everything else is broken.

"Master, I also want to go to the dungeon to practice."

She spoke carefully, deeply afraid of upsetting Lin Xuan.

"Go if you want."

Unexpectedly, he agreed extremely cheerfully: "But there is one, the Northern Python master in the dungeon cannot die." "

"Good."

Her eyebrows were glowing with joy.

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