Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

Chapter 125 Talented people, one thought is eternal!Those who voted to join the army, the great man Dingyuan Hou, Ban Chao!

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, felt a slight tingling in his head, but was extremely clear, as if his mind had been purified and sublimated under tremendous pressure!

The originally pale white gemstone of destiny [Entertainment] suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is a scarlet fate called "Scholar of Wisdom"!

As soon as Jiang Chen breathed hard, he vaguely felt that the speed of his own thinking seemed to have been greatly increased.

[Scholar of Wisdom (Crimson Red): He is quick-witted and quick-witted. Thousands of words are conceived in his mind, but only a moment of reality.When learning anything, there may be an explosion of inspiration, and an overnight epiphany is worth ten years of hard work by others! 】

[Note: Each burst of inspiration requires a large amount of energy and blood. 】

"anything?"

"Does it also include the Demon Killing Too Fierce Saber Technique and the Hundred Steps Piercing Yang Archery?"

Just when this idea came to Jiang Chen's mind, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the crimson fate [Scholar of Talent] burst out.

In front of his eyes, six vigorous words were quickly condensed:

[Inspiration explodes! 】

[Limited items: knives, arrows. 】

next second!
His eyes went black, as if his soul had left his body.

…………

boom!
The light and shadow intertwine in front of my eyes, as if I was drunk in the world of mortals and changed the world.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes again, and found himself in a strange space full of gray mist.

On the dome at the highest point of the gray fog, there are three crimson stars and one pure white star that is slightly reddish, which are the four light sources of this space.

"Is this the Sea of ​​Consciousness?"

Jiang Chen looked down at himself, and found that the clothes on his body had not changed, and suddenly there was a wooden bow in his hand, and a simple knife on his waist, with a cold light shining on the blade!

Looking at the surrounding empty environment that resembles a sea of ​​consciousness, he couldn't help being stunned:
"This so-called burst of inspiration won't just let me practice swords and arrows in the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"and many more!"

"In reality, I should have fainted in front of the imperial envoy, right?"

Jiang Chen was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, but after carefully studying the description of the scarlet fate [Scholar of Talent], his brows suddenly opened, and he thought:
"Thousands of words are conceived in the heart, but only a moment of reality..."

"That is to say, no matter how long I practice here, to the outside world, is it just a flick of a finger?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help feeling a little funny, if he had enough energy and blood, wouldn't he be able to... One thought lasts forever?
"In this sea of ​​consciousness, you can make up the foundation. You can't rely on the fierce sword every time you fight, right?"

"Even if you can eat half the sky, when you encounter the other half of the sky, you should have some other means to meet the enemy."

Thinking like this, Jiang Chen took a deep breath, and began to swing the knife, and then swing the knife in this environment full of gray fog!

Including but not limited to wrapping the head, wrapping the brain, chopping, chopping, lifting, hanging, piercing, wiping, chopping, sweeping, pressing, hiding, backing, racking, hugging, wrist-cutting, wrist-lifting and other [-] kinds of saber movements .

Swinging the knife again and again is extremely boring, but it has solidified the foundation. Only a solid enough foundation can truly support high-rise buildings!
I don't know how long it has passed, Jiang Chen faintly felt that his sword skills had improved, and he was full of confidence. He couldn't help but long to meet an opponent and verify his gains.

It is also at this time.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt a little tired, as if his real body suddenly accelerated the flow of energy and blood, and in the gray mist of the sea of ​​consciousness, he also walked out of a familiar old friend slowly.

Abin, Feng Lebin!

As the younger brother of the Feng family and the owner of the Fierce Tiger Saber, his attainments in basic saber techniques are far superior to Jiang Chen's.

therefore.

With a thought, "Feng Lebin" appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, but - at this moment, he was just a phantom of bubbles, and he didn't recognize who Jiang Chen was at all.

Without saying a word, Feng Lebin walked slowly with the knife in his arms, and made a cool gesture of flicking his wrists, staring coldly at the only enemy in front of him.

next second!
Cold light flashes!

Feng Lebin attacked with a sliding step, and swung out a crisp straight cut!

when!
Jiang Chen set up the simple knife to block it, but suddenly realized:

The force of this knife is not violent, but a little vain.

Feng Lebin didn't care about his face at all, he rolled on the spot in an instant, rolled behind him, and then swept across.

looked down.

His abdomen was already dripping with blood, and a huge wound almost as long as an arm was opened.

at this time,

The pain came one step later!
As soon as Jiang Chen's eyes went dark, he returned directly to the real world, froze for a while, and when he raised his eyes, it was the imperial envoy Wei Anguo.

Wei Anguo said calmly:

"Your Majesty's oral order just now is an additional reward for you. What you donate belongs to civil affairs. According to the system, it should be rewarded by civil officials."

"Go to the third camp from the left and look for him."

"promise."

Jiang Chen turned and retreated, still reminiscing about the exquisite offensive strategy of "feint attack + deadly knife" of "Consciousness Sea Limited Ruthless Feng Lebin" in his heart.

Is this the true strength of Abin?
If I don't use some special means, such as too fierce knife force, or even... just block the first knife, the second knife, then the winner will be decided!
Thinking of this.

Jiang Chen sighed, feeling a little lost, and the arrogance brought about by swinging the knife thousands of times disappeared immediately.

Secretly swore:
"I still need to practice more. When my saber skills are perfect, sooner or later I will avenge my sword!"

at once.

Feng Lebin, the new Lord of the Five Hundred who was patrolling the guards outside the camp, felt a bad premonition inexplicably.

…………

Repeat dozens of steps.

Jiang Chen came to the tent next door and saw a young official.

His appearance is a bit strange, his forehead is like a swallow, and his neck is like a tiger. When he saw Jiang Chen coming, he immediately got up to greet him:
"You are Jiang Bai...you have been promoted to the five hundred masters?"

"Well, with the grace of the general a few days ago, I have been promoted to the five hundred masters." Jiang Chen briefly explained.

The young official is called Banwei, and he is an ordinary official under the command of Da Si Nong. After hearing about such a wonderful thing as wheat flour, he volunteered and decided to go to the Western Regions to make a fortune.

He slightly arched his hands and praised:
"As expected of a talented person as His Majesty said, he is indeed quite talented."

Jiang Chen smiled.

Since entering this world, it seems that from the very beginning, everyone believed that they were folk geniuses, and never had the opportunity to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Thinking about it carefully, it is a pity.

If there is an opportunity in the future, I must find an opportunity to act as a "good-for-nothing", maybe by mistake, I can discover some special ritual?

The squad captain took out the imperial documents from his pocket, and read out loud according to the words on them:

"Jiang Chen, a hundred generals of the people, offered wheat flour, which benefited all the people. He rewarded a hundred acres of fertile land, a certain amount of gold and silver, and was also awarded a civilian county warehouse farm supervisor, with a rank of seven ranks. If Loulan turns the country into a county, if he wishes to stay in office for three years Govern the local area, you can be promoted to the county farmer, and the rank ratio is six ranks."

at once.

Jiang Chen felt that there was another vain luck in the dark, and it gradually merged into his whole body.

Such circumstances.

It was very similar to not long ago, when he was granted the title of Five Hundred Lords.

It's just that he still doesn't know what is the use of the vain luck brought by these official positions?So I habitually want to stimulate the power of observing the sea hidden in my eyes, and examine myself.

But after using it, I suddenly remembered that there is no mirror or water surface here, and I can't see myself at all...

On the contrary, it accidentally revealed the number of lives of the small official squad lieutenant.

【Squad captain】

【Condition: Good】

[Native place: Zhongzhou, Xinyang County, Changxiang]

[Fate: Throwing a pen to join the army (red, unawakened), natural envoy (red, unawakened), translator (white, unawakened)]

[Fortune: An unknown little official in Yujing City, with the ambition to be a marquis, unwilling to indulge in the matter of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, ventured into the Western Regions, and was recognized by Ban Chao, the heroic soul of the Han Dynasty. 】

【Repair: None】

[Cultivation method: farming, documents]

[Note: The big man has no other ambitions, but he should follow the example of Fu Jiezi, Zhang Qian, and Ban Chao who made contributions to foreign lands in order to win the title of Marquis. 】

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had accidentally discovered a rare talent who hadn't made his fortune yet?
Banwei, could it be...he is a descendant of Dingyuan Hou Banchao?
at this time.

The lieutenant was struggling to drag out a wooden box inlaid with iron, which was filled with gold and silver. There were a hundred taels of gold and a thousand taels of silver, which weighed almost a hundred catties. No wonder the dragging was so difficult.

With a thought in his heart, Jiang Chen grabbed it forward with his left hand, picked it up easily, and slowly put the iron-inlaid wooden box into the storage bag.

This amount of money is not only enough to pay off the debts owed by Taoist priest Dongfang and Feng Lebin, but also to buy another batch of talisman papers needed for "Ritual: Riding the Green Bull Upside Down".

At most a few more days and nights of riding the old green bull, and it will usher in the promotion of the essence of life, become refined and demon, transcend the ordinary and become holy!

See this situation.

Holding the ink pen in his hand, the squad captain recorded the content of the reward on another document, with a hint of envy in his eyes, and sighed:
"David established his country with force. Civil scribes like us have no power to restrain chickens. Throughout their lives, they can only deal with pens, inks, papers and inkstones..."

Between the words, there is a deep sense of regret.

Hear this.

Jiang Chen took a step forward and asked in a deep voice:

"Ban Chao, the Marquis of Dingyuan in the Han Dynasty, joined the army, followed Dou Gu to the north to attack the Xiongnu, and was ordered to go to the Western Regions. In just 31 years, he brought more than [-] affiliated countries to the Dahan. He was appointed as the Protector of the Western Regions and named Dingyuanhou .”

"Since you have devoted yourself to the Western Regions and come here, in your heart, you must also want to win fame in this battle of conquering the Western Regions!"

"Marquis Dingyuan can do it, so why not you?"

"Is it possible that I really want to serve pen and ink all my life and be a poor literary official?!"

Every word is like thunder!
Every sentence was almost like a mind-reading technique, which deeply hammered Ban Wei's heart.

"me……"

The lieutenant was silent, confused, hesitant, holding the ink pen in his hand, and remained silent.

Jiang Chen struck while the iron was hot, staring at the young official in front of him, and said in a voice like a bell:

"The big man has no other ambitions, but he should follow the example of Fu Jiezi and Zhang Qian to make contributions to foreign lands in order to win the title of Marquis. Can An Neng Jiu do pen and inkstone?"

As soon as this remark came out, it was like a blow to the head, and it suddenly aroused Ban Wei's ambition to be a marquis that had been buried deep in his heart for many years.

In the dark void, the spiritual phantom of the great man Dingyuanhou Banchao also faintly manifested!
(End of this chapter)