Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Mother said that Jiang Langya was like this because of his misfortune in childhood, but she never mentioned what kind of misfortune it was.

Later, after mother, elder brother and the maid named A Pu all went to the capital, Jiang Langya never came to the palace again, and spent every new year in the army with the soldiers.

Twelve years later, the cautious young man has become a famous general, controlling one-third of Bingzhou's military force.

But the kid who liked to watch him wield swords has become a notorious idiot.

"Interesting, the leading general of your army is actually Jiang Langya's!"

It was the first time Jiang Qingyu heard the news.

In this way, the king of rejecting the North has taken good care of Jiang Qingmeng, the youngest daughter.

"Yeah, I heard it was an order from my father just this morning."

Jiang Qingmeng said playfully:

"The man's name is Yu An. He is the first-rank star-level peak inborn. He was originally a guerrilla general from the fifth rank. He was in charge of a 3000-strong scout army in the battle line around Yangguan City."

Scouts are soldiers responsible for reconnaissance of the enemy.

In a battle involving tens of thousands of people, intelligence has the power to turn the tide of the battle.

If the general gets enough accurate information first, he can predict the enemy first, so as to make the best decision, and use his own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

Many of the famous battles in history where the less conquered more were played by scouts.

But now, King Jubei has arranged for such a scout leader to govern Jiang Qingmeng's troops, and it happens that Jiang Qingmeng has a close relationship with him...

The prince's intentions seem to be obvious.

Jiang Qingyu couldn't help laughing bitterly:

"If I don't accept this father's love, wouldn't I be a son of man in vain?"

"That's it."

He rubbed Jiang Qingmeng's head:

"Since the younger sister likes to stay with the fourth brother so much, let's join forces when we enter Beidi."

"Great!"

Jiang Qingmeng immediately smiled.

……

at the same time.

In Yangguan City hundreds of miles away, a man in blood-red armor stood on the top of the city, looking south, holding a list in his hand.

There are a thousand names on the list.

The first person in the first line is Yu An.

Except for Yu An, less than half of the other 99 names were circled in red pen.

Behind the man, a burly general with a simple and honest face said:

"General, the last general has already investigated clearly. In this improvised team for Miss Six, there are at least 320 seven people who have problems!"

"They are either the dark sons inserted by the Jiang family, or dead soldiers who have been bought by the military chiefs, and even a small part of them are killers who have been lurking in the army for many years!"

"It seems that all parties are fully prepared for this winter hunting competition!"

The man in the blood-red armor had a calm expression on his face, and nodded slightly:

"Yu An, you did a good job."

"Are you leaving today?"

The strong general nodded and said:

"Yes, General, the military documents have been issued, and today is the deadline."

The man turned around to reveal a not-so-remarkable face, and then handed the paper in his hand to the strong general:

"Go."

"Take this list to Wangcheng."

"It counts..."

"Qingyu is also 19 years old this year, but my elder brother has never given a gift, so I am indeed a bit incompetent."

Chapter 68 Fish Leaping Over the Dragon Gate

In the afternoon of that day, Jiang Qingyu did not go to the barracks in the north of the city to meet the Qiang cavalry, but chose to practice swords in the courtyard.

His top priority now is to improve his martial arts as much as possible, in order to have the strength to protect himself in the winter hunting competition, so as not to hold back others.

As for the group of Qiang cavalry...

During the day, they practiced military formations on the battlefield, mastered martial arts, and spent the night with the banknotes looted from the Red Sword Escort Bureau. They had special personnel to take care of their daily food and clothing expenses, so they didn't have to worry about it.

But Jiang Qingyu heard that "Flying Wolf" Dorji ruled the army strictly, and the soldiers under his command rarely went to the brothel to smell the fragrance and get drunk.

So I am afraid that this stack of bank notes will not fall into my hands in the end.

……

Ziyan Courtyard.

It snowed all night last night.

The two servant girls cleared part of the snow after getting up early, but they still couldn't change the severe cold in the yard.

The eldest maid, Lichun, was holding a purple jade stove.

The little girl Xiaoman wore two big cloaks.

One is your own, and the other is your son's.

Even the dozens of koi in the fish pond were frozen to the bottom of the water, no matter how Lichun lured them with fish food, they refused to come out of the water.

Swish, swish——

However, on the other side, Jiang Qingyu, a sick man who was rumored to be weak by the outside world, uncharacteristically took off his cloak and wore only a white robe, and danced his sword in the yard.

His posture is standard.

Swinging, stabbing, chopping, and chopping are all tangible and intentional.

It doesn't look like a parody.

"Young master, take a break."

"You've been practicing all afternoon!"

The girl Xiaoman was sitting in front of the house, holding a blue book in her hand, and a half-eaten candied haws in her mouth.

Similar words, she would shout once every once in a while.

And every time he shouted, it happened to be the moment when Jiang Qingyu finished practicing a set of sword skills.

"Counting this set of "Sword of Plum Blossom" at the sixth grade of Houtian, the young master has practiced eight different sword techniques."

The little girl thought to herself:

"The cultivation level of martial arts is only the first grade of Houtian, but he can learn eight kinds of swordsmanship at the same time, and even one or two of them have begun to take shape!"

"It surprised me that……"

"My lord is actually a genius at practicing swords?"

"It's almost catching up with me!"

Recalling that when I first learned how to assassinate, I only learned 37 kinds of martial arts in the Houtian first-rank realm, and it was only "slightly better" than the young master.

Not worth mentioning.

The little girl smiled and took a bite of the crunchy candied haws.

"This time the winter hunting competition, the young master has made it clear that I will not bring sister Lichun and me."

"But as a heroine, how can she be absent from such an important occasion?"

The little girl turned another page of the blue book on her lap:

"Hunting, hunting..."

"According to what is written in the book, there are many kinds of situations!"

"The young master was ambushed by the assassin while hunting, and at the same time I appeared to block the fatal blow for him, fell into his arms with a smile, and was then taken back to the mansion by the young master to recuperate. The two fell in love with each other for a long time..."

"This won't work, I'm afraid of pain."

"Next!"

"Young master fought the enemy bravely on the battlefield, but unfortunately he was defeated in the end. He was shot by arrows and rolled off the cliff. I picked him up by the river and took him home to take care of him..."

"This doesn't work either. With the young master's body, he will definitely not be able to survive after falling off the cliff after being hit by several arrows."

"Next!"

"Young master has captured an enemy princess..."

"what?"

"This looks like fun!"

The little girl blinked playfully, her heart pounding.

Sudden--

"Hey, who hit me?"

Xiaoman hugged her head, and at the same time she looked up and saw a handsome face that was sweating.

"Sir?"

She hastily closed the book:

"My lord, have you finished practicing the sword?"

Jiang Qingyu nodded slightly.

He was focused on practicing, but he couldn't guess the many twists and turns in the heart of the Huaichun girl.

"Stop reading fiction, you will be spoiled by the things in the book!"

"Oh."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, not daring to refute, but just took off a big cloak from her body and lifted it above her head:

"Master, it's cold, clothes!"

Jiang Qingyu didn't refuse, and after putting on her cloak, she walked to the side of the fish pond, and stood side by side with the eldest maid, Lichun.

Today's Lichun wore a thick red jacket and a white velvet hat, but he still couldn't stand the severe cold, so he could only cling tightly to the purple jade stove that belonged to Jiang Qingyu.

She leaned down slightly, grabbed the fish food with the other hand, and placed it above the water surface, making a sound of "啦, 哉", trying to attract the koi to compete for food.

But no matter how much she shouted and her throat hurt, not a single koi jumped to the surface of the water.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Qingyu couldn't help laughing and asked:

"Why don't you just throw the fish food down?"

Li Chun frowned slightly.

"something……"

"You have to fight on your own merits."

She looked at Jiang Qingyu and said sadly:

"My lord, do you think a koi raised in a pond can have a chance to change its own destiny in this lifetime?"

Before Jiang Qingyu could answer, she said to herself again:

"I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace of the capital raised a pond of dragon carp in his mansion, and ordered someone to build a white stone gate three feet high in the center of the pond."

"Whenever guests come, he will take them up to the White Stone Gate, holding a bowl of top-quality fish food, and then he will see hundreds of dragon carps rushing towards the gate desperately. It's spectacular!"