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After finishing speaking, Young Master Liuyun sat down on the high platform with a hand stove in his hands, to be precise, it was under the newly built pergola on the high platform.

Young Master Liuyun, as a person who is only in charge of using his brain, how could he do such inelegant things as fighting, so.

Two hours passed, Young Master Liuyun looked at the puddles of human flesh below and shook his head: "It is said that people's potential is most stimulated when they are desperate, why do these people look like they have no bones? Alas, the state of Wei is in dire straits, and this young master is about to lose his hair."

One of the rules of Young Master Liuyun's military division, the so-called borrowing a knife to kill, who stipulates that the borrowing must be a human knife, and forcing the people below to have no strength to resist is also a means.

Young Master Liuyun doesn't need the loyalty of the soldiers, he only needs the ability of the soldiers. For this reason, he doesn't need to care about the lives of these people.

Young Master Liuyun's life in the military camp can be described as a prosperous one. He plays around with people in different ways every day, so much that he almost forgets that there is Fu Zihan in the court hall who is suffering from Yu Ziqing's mouth.

So since Tian Hu came back to take over, Young Master Liuyun has been quite free. He eats and sleeps all day long, plays and disappears at every turn, and adds another training task on a whim from time to time.

The [-] new recruits were nothing more than a small fight, but it was during the Chinese New Year that Young Master Liuyun secured his position as a military adviser. Generals from all over the country came back to report on their duties for a meeting. Young Master Liu Yun once again set a single-handed record. never leave

Don't get me wrong, it is said that Mr. Liuyun is only responsible for brains and not hands. Anyway, there are only nine people on the field, and the last eight people are all down. As for who defeated who, eh, they are all losers. Why so many.

In the first year of Taiyan, Princess Huguo led the vanguard troops to attack Kumoxi in the north, and the opponent surrendered immediately after the first battle, which went smoothly beyond expectations.

Xiao Yichen died, Mo Wen Tianyin, Master Jing Kong disappeared, the martial arts was in turmoil, and sect disputes continued. Shang Fang took command of the martial arts alliance and tried to calm the martial arts.

In the spring of the fourth year of Taiyan, the army of Beiyan came under pressure, and the Xiongnu joined forces with Beiyan to invade the border town.

The princess protecting the country, who was still reporting her duties in Pingcheng, hurried back, and the white tiger army on the border was brave and good at fighting, as strong as gold.

In March of the same year, the [-] Shura army personally trained by military advisor Liu Yun was stationed in the Ghost City, led by Bai Fan.

On an unnamed mountain outside Pingcheng, Mr. Liuyun gathered his fur coat. These years, he was really weak and sick. He was afraid of the cold and heat and was afraid of the wind. The wind, cold, fever, and stomach ache. Knowing who he was before, Bai Fan almost believed his evil.

Young Master Liuyun kept bouncing up and down to keep warm, muttering: "Wei Guo, Bei Yan, Wei Guo, Bei Yan, Wei Guo, Bei Yan."

According to Mr. Liuyun, he was doing what all military advisers would do, observing the sky. As for whether the sky he was looking at was above his head or under his feet, Mr. Liuyun said that the person watching had the final say.

"My lord is still so energetic." A purple figure came up, holding a fan as a decoration in his hand.

Young Master Liuyun stopped to look at the person behind him, tilted his head, and hadn't seen him for a few years. This person was haggarded by Yu Ziqing's training, and then he opened his mouth to provoke: "As expected of the number one scholar, you Is it really not cold?"

"People who practice martial arts are not afraid of the severe cold, but you, Young Master Liuyun, with Mo Shang's innate cultivation, even if his body is damaged or injured, he doesn't need to hold a hand stove to keep warm when winter just comes."

"My son is willing, do you have any opinions?"

"I have no right to interfere with what Master Mo Shang wants to do, but I am becoming more and more curious about the identity of Young Master Liuyun."

"You've already called me Young Master Liuyun, and asked who I am, don't tell me you didn't send someone to investigate."

"The things that Mo Shang wants to hide can be found out casually."

"You put a hot potato Yuziqing there, and you came here to quarrel with me, it means that you have at least one piece of evidence that can win you back."

Fu Zihan opened the folding fan and looked at Mo Lian above: "My lord, does this folding fan look familiar to me?"

"Just kidding, my son, although I have a good literary talent, Danqing is fine, but I won't be familiar with any famous handwriting. Do you think I do this work of appreciating fans? Are you willing to hold the same fan for four years? Show off, I won't dampen your enthusiasm."

Young Master Liuyun uttered a series of words without even punctuation marks, and the conclusion was: "Of course I don't know each other, I don't look familiar, and I'm not interested."

"I remember that observing the subtleties is the basic skill of Young Master Liuyun."

"Hahahaha, now you are the only one who is still in the mood to observe the details, and you don't want to say that you can deal with the Xiongnu with a fan, right?" Young Master Liuyun squinted at Fu Zihan, the irony in his eyes was undisguised, truly undisguised , You are almost written on your face as a pig.

"The fan can't, but the owner of the fan can."

"Wow wow wow, isn't that great, owner of the fan, are you talking about yourself? I have been in the military camp for so long, and I do know a few people. They may have a common language with you. They are all good at bragging, but , if you find someone to talk about the past, you may go to the mass grave."

"Ha." Fu Zihan chuckled and turned his back, "After the New Year's Eve, the military division will leave Pingcheng. I don't know if we will meet again."

"Are you thinking about the past? Could it be that you have been suppressed by me for a long time and have some abnormal feelings? Don't, I am a normal person. Even if you have special hobbies, I will not accompany you."

Young master Liuyun jumped up to Fu Zihan, "How is a dead man going to meet me?"

"I hope your calculation can really succeed."

"According to your auspicious words, this is the first time I've seen someone who you cursed himself to death like that, but it's no wonder Yu Ziqing is hard to deal with, brother, take care." After speaking, he jumped up and disappeared.

Speaking of this, I have to complain about why Master Liuyun stayed in Pingcheng after the Shura army had left.