Ma Yu said, "This is the spirit of the army, and..."
As he spoke, Ma Yu took ten steps forward, landing precisely on the edge of the stone powder training ground.
Fang Zong followed and found that countless soldiers suddenly became agitated. One of them shot over, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a red-tasseled sword, and arrived in front of him in an instant.
Face to face, it's scary.
Fang Zong discovered that this soldier looked exactly like Ma Yu!
"Kill!" Junpo roared fiercely, his target directly at Ma Yu.
Ma Yu smiled gently at 'himself' and shrugged, saying, "That's how it is. The military soul and the military spirit are originally separated from the same soul. As long as the military soul is generated, there will definitely be an extra military spirit. So the military soul is only half of the soul. Although it can live as before, the price is that once it perishes, it will be reduced to ashes."
Another point emphasized was: "It's not the kind of fate that ghosts have when they die."
Fang Zong thought for a moment and exclaimed in surprise, "When ghosts die, they are reduced to ashes?"
"Pretty much, it's like dust returning to dust." Ma Yu laughed. "Our military spirit is different. Once we die, pop! Not a single atom is left. There's no chance to return to dust."
By the way, spirits are like that too, so don't kill spirits indiscriminately; it's a grave sin.
Fang Zong asked, "Does 'a very serious crime' mean?"
Ma Yu teased, "To give you an example, have you ever experienced the feeling of getting something stuck in your teeth even when drinking cold water?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong gasped sharply.
"Even drinking cold water can cause problems," which means his luck is extremely bad. Does that mean his lucky streak is over?
That was close! Good deeds really do get rewarded.
If he had been a little greedier and had killed the spirit, he probably wouldn't even have a single spell left, still being touched by those ghostly, dark hands.
Ma Yu added, "Of course, as long as we don't kill indiscriminately, those sinful spirits are just killed."
With just a few simple words, Fang Zong obtained a lot of information, and even felt that giving away Yin Cunmu had been worthwhile.
He followed Ma Yu along the valley, and soon they arrived at the side of a thatched hut.
Beside the shed stood a man and a woman. The man was holding a long spear and watching "Water Margin" on his phone, while the woman was wearing a bikini and sunglasses, sunbathing.
Seeing Ma Yu and Fang Zong approaching, he smiled and asked Ma Yu, "Who is this?"
"A fine young man, his name is Fang Zong."
Ma Yu explained, "The man's name is Chen Hu, and the woman's name is Chen Feng. They are siblings, but these are aliases. They died in battle, so they refuse to reveal their real names. Don't ask me, I don't know either."
Chen Hu, who was over two meters tall, said coldly, "Losers don't need to step onto the stage!"
Very arrogant. Having been defeated once, he no longer wants his name to exist in the world.
Fang Zong observed Chen Hu and found that he couldn't see through him. He was at least a master of the third level of the skill realm. His arrogance was "worthy" of his strength. He squinted at Chen Hu and then sneered without saying a word.
Chen Feng was quite polite, and asked with a smile, "Handsome, are you treating me to dinner?"
Ma Yu awkwardly explained, "According to her, she ran out of ammunition and food, and the enemy couldn't capture her, so they trapped her and starved her to death."
Fang Zong was taken aback: "How many enemy troops?"
Chen Hu snorted, "Eight hundred."
He sneered and said, "I was trapped by eight thousand men. I killed eight hundred of them and died from exhaustion."
Holy crap! They killed 800 out of 8,000 people?
Even Xiang Yu wasn't as fierce as you!
Fang Zong looked back at the history he had read and couldn't find the connection to the events described, but that wasn't surprising.
History is recorded by people, and countless things are lost, especially for such ruthless warriors. If they win, it will be written extensively, but if they lose, they will be deliberately forgotten by the victors.
I can't sleep because I keep thinking about it!
Ma Yu took out the Yin Cunmu, pulled out Hu De, and then naturally stuffed the Yin Cunmu into his bosom.
He pointed at Hu De, and Chen Hu understood, and walked towards Junpo Valley.
Fang Zong asked, "Isn't he afraid of the military spirit?"
It was clear from the beginning that the military spirits have no intelligence and will attack anything that exists, whether it is a living person, a ghost, a spirit, or a military soul.
Ma Yu said, "If you want to turn Hu De into a military spirit, you need a spirit-transforming herb, which only grows deep in the Military Spirit Valley."
"Can he get it?"
"By the way, you still don't know the strength of Junpo."
Ma Yu explained, "The military spirit is connected to the nation's destiny, so its strength is essentially unlimited. If you are at the first level of the skill level, your military spirit will also be at the first level of the skill level. The same applies to other skills. As long as your skills are strong enough, you can still break through even against more than 600 strong opponents of the same level."
Fang Zong: "..."
More than six hundred experts of the same level?
Is it true that as long as you have enough skill, you can get in?
Is it really okay to say it so lightly?
Without saying a word, Fang Zong pointed in the direction of the valley, his meaning was simple: Go in and have some fun?
Ma Yu's face twitched.
If he had that ability, would he have let Chen Hu in?
Fang Zong ordered takeout, picked up the delivery guy from outside, and walked towards a desolate place amidst the delivery guy's surprised gaze.
Back in the thatched hut, he invited Chen Feng to dinner.
But not long after, Chen Hu slowly walked over, covered in blood, his face cold, like a king returning from a bloodbath.
"Bang!" Before I even got there, my knee buckled.
"I failed. From today onwards, my name is Chen Long."
Chen Hu—no, it should be Chen Long—said with a blank expression.
Fang Zong: "..."
If you fail too many times and have no other choice, would you change your name to Chen Ergou?
Ma Yu asked, "How did you fail?"
Chen Long numbly replied, "Failure is failure, there's no excuse."
Alright, let's see for ourselves. Fang Zong, Ma Yu, and Chen Feng, the three of them, dragged Chen Long along to the edge of Junpo Valley.
The shouts were still in unison, but now they were punctuated by a vast, deep military song:
"The imperial winds sweep across the four seas, the virtuous waters have flowed clear for a thousand years; no more military uniforms are needed, today we announce our victory, looking back at the Qin border as low as a horse's hooves, we gradually see the Yellow River flowing straight north. The imperial might sweeps across the Jade Gate Pass, and for ten thousand miles, the barbarians sing Han songs!"
Upon hearing this, Ma Yu's teeth chattered: "This is the military song of the Tang Dynasty. A fierce ghost has awakened outside."
Fang Zong asked in surprise, "Can a ghost awakening also generate military spirit?"
Ma Yu nodded.
As they were talking, a man stepped out from the ranks of the soldiers.
This man was eight feet tall, with a waist circumference of six feet, and was dressed entirely in black. He held two large, ornate axes in his hands.
When he stood there, the other soldiers stopped moving!
Chen Feng suddenly gritted his teeth: "Cheng Banfu, the devil incarnate!"
Chen Long said, "With him here, I can't get through."
Upon hearing this, Ma Yu quickly pulled Chen Long and Chen Feng aside, took out his phone, and started making calls and sending text messages, seemingly trying to ask other military units for help.
If you can't get past this point, you won't get the Spirit Transformation Herb;
Without obtaining the Spirit Transformation Herb, a new military spirit cannot be generated;
Without a new military spirit, Huangquan Valley cannot grow and thrive.
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