People are iron, rice is steel, and they are hungry even if they don’t eat for a meal. What’s more, they are ready to fight with enemies who are hundreds of times more than themselves. They have to eat enough to get strong to fight. Build a camp, most of the three hundred soldiers sit down and rest, while a small part set up an iron pot on the just-piled stove and start cooking and boiling water. Ouyang Si is very active and clever, and takes the lead in boiling the water halfway and brushes the towel inside. Then he walks onto the village wall with a hot head and smiles at Yang Zhao: "General, wash your face first. Just wait for a while."

After hearing the hello, Yang Zhao turned around and nodded to Ouyang Si, took the towel and wiped his face heavily, then breathed a long breath, but felt energetic and refreshed. He wiped his hands clean and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Does everyone else have hot water?"

Ouyang Siyi was stunned and then smiled and said, "The general doesn't have to think about them. They are all rough, and no one can take care of themselves. General, it's a big wind here, so let's go down."

"The wind is strong?" Yang Zhao laughed silently and said, "If I can't bear this little wind, what else can I fight and practice martial arts."

Ouyang Si said seriously: "The general has a body of a thousand gold, and is all about the success or failure of this battle. How can he hold his own magical powers so carelessly? A villain is not talented, but he does not dare to make any suggestions. He also asks the general to take good care of it. Don't lose the big one because of the small." After the words were finished, he was kneeling and wanted to kneel down, and he looked like a loyal minister was crying. Yang Zhao was amused and crying, and shook his head and said, "Okay, okay, let's go down." Ouyang Si couldn't help but get up.

After turning a small circle, I walked down the slope built with soil. The two of them took a few steps one after another. Yang Zhao suddenly said, "Ouyang, I know you want to make a name for yourself. But don't do these tricks in the future. OK, I admit that if someone flatters me, I will feel very comfortable, but this kind of comfort... I am not qualified to enjoy it now. So next time... if I hear these flatteries again... I can't say it, so I have to ask you to leave."

After these words, every word was determined and determined. Ouyang Si, who was secretly proud, was suddenly "sudden" in his heart, and cold sweats were pouring down. For a moment, he sweated heavily, but he didn't dare to argue, but he just agreed to it timidly. Yang Zhao sighed secretly, but he didn't know whether he was sighing that his mind was not firm enough, or that Ouyang Si was talented but not virtuous, or that both were both.

He shook his head and walked down Ouyang's four steps. He walked to the flat ground in the village. Suddenly, an uproar broke out in the crowd. The soldiers who were sitting around were sitting and eating stood up together, looking up at the corner of the village, all of whom were stunned. Yang Zhao was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?" He pushed the crowd away and walked towards the source of the commotion. After walking seven or eight steps, he immediately felt a wave of heat coming to his face. He waved his hand and moved a few times. He saw two large marching iron pots in front of him mounted on the stove, and the firewood under the stove was burning. They couldn't soak and rolled upward from the bottom of the pot. After they appeared on the water, they exploded "pop" and sent a thick stream of burning mist to all directions.

In front of the iron pot, two generals were taking off their clothes and weapons, and neatly placed next to them. The man wearing only calf shorts, the man on the left was full of flesh and thick and fierce appearance. The man on the right was quite handsome, but there was a fierce and fierce force between his eyebrows. The ordinary people couldn't help but feel scared when they saw it. These two were Alu Wu and Xiao Liu, the seven personal soldiers under Yang Zhao. Alu Wu was a man from the Black Water Mart, and Xiao Liu was a mixed-race of Hu Han. The two had the highest qualifications to practice martial arts. Since they were taught by Yang Zhao, they had broken through the first and second levels of the seventh level of the ice and fire. Judging from their appearance, they seemed to want to challenge the third level of the sky and make a breakthrough in the last battle.

The two of them silently recited the mental formula of the third level of ice and fire, and without hesitation, they inserted their hands into the boiling water, using their flesh and blood to resist heat, and at the same time increased the strength of their muscles and bones. The soldiers watching next to them couldn't help but exclaimed again, their eyes opened to the limit, and they stared at the four arms soaked in the boiling water. But seeing that the four arms had been persisted for five or six minutes, the two were sweating profusely.

The muscles on his face kept twitching, obviously reaching the limit of patience. Aluwu turned his head and looked at Xiao Liu, shouted in unison, and raised his arms to pull out his arms from the iron pot. Two large buckets of cold water were prepared next to him. Although it had not frozen yet, there was a cold and cold air in the water in the water, which was no less than the ice bucket. The two of them did not delay for a moment, and then inserted their arms into the bucket, and immediately made a "simmering" sound.

Practicing the seventh level of ice and fire is like quenching when making iron. In the extreme environments of extreme cold and extremely hot, we constantly challenge the limits that the human body can bear. The longer we persist, the better the effect. However, it is natural that we must strengthen the muscles and bones of the limbs to a level that is completely free from fear of cold and heat and change at will, naturally, it is not a challenge to succeed once or twice. Moreover, the water in the mountain stream cannot completely replace the ice. In just a few breaths, the water temperature has risen rapidly, and even slightly warm. Alu Wu and Xiao Liu slowly spit out their breath and sat down softly. The four arms inside them were red and swollen, which was terrible. Even Yang Zhao, who was watching, was terrified.

With Yang Zhao's current cultivation level, let alone this boiling hot water, it is not difficult to fight against melted molten steel. But if you were to ask yourself, if you had just crossed over, you would have to put your hands into the iron pot to practice, you would never be able to do it. From beginning to end, Yang Zhao lacked the kind of great determination and perseverance that could do everything purely to pursue strength. Because in essence, the path Yang Zhao chose was to "guard" rather than "strong".

To become a powerful man in the world, it is not just a level of magical weapons or peerless magical skills to succeed. Training one's mind is more important than training **. Look at the powerful man who has been powerful throughout the ages, all because he has been unremittingly adhering to his own "belief", and never giving up or wavering even in any situation. After going through thousands of tempering and countless tests, he finally reached the pinnacle. For example, Nangong Wentian, a martial arts mythology two hundred years ago, he insisted on the belief that he was "benevolence"; while the belief that the leader of the Great Rakshasa Sect is "challenging the limit"; the belief that the Emperor of Xuantian Evil is "perfect"; as for the sword emperor Tiexin, her belief that "there is nothing except the sword."

As for Yang Zhao himself, the path he chose was "guarding". In order to protect him, he could take over Tang Shisan's invisible sword energy and fight to the death. But if the world was peaceful and everything was prosperous, the little prince would definitely not have the interest to abuse himself and practice hard. At that time, he would probably get it through a life of nine deaths. The Yin and Yang Order of the Heavenly God Soldier that everyone in the world wanted to have would be thrown in the corner and pile up dust.

However, although they have different paths, Yang Zhao still admires the ruthlessness of Aluwu and Xiao Liu. What's more, they are the confidants who will use great power in the future, so they cannot completely let them die without giving help.

Yang Zhao walked out slowly, urged the wordless scripture to heal the wounds, pressing the two of them on their shoulders. The two who were sitting on the ground and panting suddenly shook. Then, just like they were infected with typhoid fever, their whole body trembled slightly, but their expressions quickly became relaxed. The redness and swollen arms disappeared with the naked eye. In just a moment, they returned to the same level as normal. Alu Wu and Xiao Liu opened their eyes and vomited out turbid air, but they felt a faint coldness in their dantian fields, and they were immediately happy. The two looked at each other again, turned over and bowed, and said in unison: "Thank you for your fulfillment, General."

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The cold force in their bodies was naturally left by Yang Zhao. You should know that all things in the world are Tai Chi. Tai Chi is composed of the yin and yang yin. The so-called lonely yin does not produce, and the yang does not grow. Even if the Ganyang chapter of the wordless true scripture is extremely yang, it is itself divided into yin and yang. It is just "yang in yang" and "yin in yang". Fan Qinghui, who was taught by Kunyue, can cultivate the Tai Yin Qi, which is divided into two poles "yang in yin" and "yang in yang". When the yin in yang is used, it can also make dripping water turn into ice, freezing people's heart and lungs. Yang Zhao left these two true Qi, which can not only solve the problem that Alu Wu and Xiao Liu cannot find ice to practice, but also protect the meridians of his arms, so that he can tolerate it for a longer time when he is tempered by boiling water, and finally the exercise effect is better.

In fact, if Yang Zhao was willing, he would use the Ganyang chapter skills to help Alu Wu and Xiao Liu to reach the fifth level of ice and fire in one step, which is not impossible. However, using external forces to achieve this, he would lose the effect of training his mind and mind. The former is like a house built with stones, while the latter is built with steel and concrete as the main body, and piled up dozens of meters deep piles. On the surface, the two seem to be as solid as the same level, but in fact there is a world of difference. Although Yang Zhao was eager for masters, he was unwilling to destroy the future exhibition space of Alu Wu and Xiao Liu just for convenience.

The King of Henan smiled slightly and raised the two kneeling to him. He said, "Everything is not achieved. The seventh level of ice and fire can not be achieved by just cramming Buddha's feet. If the Tubo people really fight, the consequences of your practice will not only not be able to help, but will weaken our originally not-so-powerful power. So, now you two should have a good rest and nourish your mental and physical strength first."

Aluwu and Xiao Liu both had their eyes darkened at the same time. They agreed in a low voice. They got up and went back to pick up their clothes and put them on, and left. Yang Zhao waved his hand to disperse the surrounding people watching the fun, asking them to do whatever they should do. He naturally walked to another stove, squeezed into the soldiers who were waiting for the meal and sat down, picked up a wooden bowl from the ground, and served a large bowl of golden and thick enough to put them in chopsticks. He also added fragrant millet porridge with pickled beef, which started to eat.

The soldiers were still a little restrained at first, but gradually got used to it. Yang Zhao opened his throat and said a few dirty jokes that he often used his mobile phone to collect on his mobile phone before traveling through time, which made these veterans and soldiers laugh unscrupulously. In his heart, Yang Zhao, who was too young and "had no hair on his lips and it's hard to believe that he will be imprisoned when doing things", added a little closer to Yang Zhao.

After filling his stomach, all kinds of sounds in the camp slowly calmed down. They were all veterans on the battlefield, so they naturally knew the importance of preserving their physical strength. They all found a comfortable place to lie down and sleep. Yang Zhao also wrapped his body with a felt and leaned against the earth wall of the camp and closed his eyes to rest. In an instant, except for the residual fire in the stove, the camp also heard a few slight "beeping~" sounds from time to time, and then fell into death silence.

However, fate was destined to not let them pass through safely tonight. I don’t know how long it had passed, but Yang Zhao, who seemed to fall asleep suddenly shook slightly. Then he opened his eyes and stood up suddenly, jumped onto the earthen wall of the village. The soldier sitting on the wall looking at the wind was shocked and jumped up and shouted: “General, you…”

Yang Zhao stretched out his hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk." The inner true qi that was so pure that it was urged to penetrate the ears and listened intently. The voice came into his ears, and his expression immediately changed. He shouted in a low voice: "Someone is here. Wake up all the brothers and be careful." Before the voice was finished, the little prince slapped the wall and slapped it on the pile of walls, turned over, jumped out of the village, and drew an eight- or nine-meter-long arc in the air, then he floated to the ground. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he immediately shot and flew towards the entrance of the ditch in front like a cheetah.

He threw more than 300 meters in one breath, and suddenly there were heavy turbid footsteps and rapid panting in the darkness, and he was approaching from far to near. Yang Zhao's eyes were full of cold light, and he asked in a deep voice: "Zhe Da, Cao Er?"

The breathing and footsteps were suddenly paused, and then immediately rang at a frequency of more than three times faster than before. A strong and resolute voice urged in a low voice: "There is a Tubo dog. Report to the general..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a long roar like a roar, followed by a few "ding-ding-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-

There were five figures in the dark, each waving his weapons and fighting fiercely. The two men who were struggling with their backs to Gouzi and wielding their long swords to support each other, they looked like Zhe Da and Cao Er, who were seven personal soldiers under Yang Zhao. The other three were burly, and their clothes were not like Middle-earth, and they seemed to be Tibetan lamas, but not completely. If these three people fought alone, they were at least three times better than Zhe Da Cao Er. However, Zhe Da Cao Er had a tacit understanding, and they had practiced the joint attack technique. In addition, they were both defeated and killed, and they could barely support them for a while. But even if they worked hard and had tacit understanding, they were still difficult to completely make up for the absolute gap in their strength. In just a moment, Zhe Da Cao Er had been hit one after another, drifting with the wind to the air at the nose, which instantly added a bit of blood.

Yang Zhao's expression changed. Zhe Dacao Er was sent out to find the whereabouts of the Tubo army. Since he turned around, the Tubo army, which was expected to have to wait for another two or three days, must be no longer far away at this moment. It was really coming so fast!

The mind changed, and the body movements were no longer slow. The infinite power spread out, and the purple and blue lightning suddenly lingered around his body, supporting Yang Zhao to fly forward with a flash of lightning. With only half a breath, Zhe Da Cao Er and the other two were placed behind him and shouted: "Who dares to hurt me? Be arrogant!" The shape of Gen Gua appeared at the palms of the left and right hands at the same time. He fisted naked to face the weapons in the hands of the three. "Bang, bang, bang~" Several dull and hoarse sounds, the three of them felt that the weapons in their hands were not the enemy's flesh palm, but the extremely hard mountain rock. The power of Shen Mengwulu suddenly reversed violently. The three of them burst into screams and couldn't help but staggered back seven or eight steps away, and finally managed to stabilize their bodies.

Even if the savior appeared, Zhe Da Cao and the other two were surprised and shouted in unison: "General?" In the darkness, they were determined to get rid of the pursuers and escape, so even though they heard someone calling their names in their ears, they could not tell who the sound was. Until now, they suddenly appeared. It turned out that the person who came to pick them up was Yang Zhao himself.

Yang Zhao nodded to them and said, "If you have anything to say, go back." He took a half step forward and said in a deep voice: "Who are you three?"

The visitor was one of the three masters of Tubo's black secrets, the three venerables of dragons, lions and tigers under the seat of the dragon and elephant. On that day, they followed Tubo Zanpu Nanri Songzan to Siguniang Mountain to have a secret meeting with Yang Xiu, but were easily defeated by Tang Shisan during the banquet. Although Nanri Songzan did not blame them afterwards, the three venerables themselves felt that they were very shameless, so they decided to make some contributions to save face in this surprise attack on the invasion of the Sui Dynasty. It happened that Zhe Da and Cao Er came to carry out the mission of the sentry, but were accidentally revealed. The three venerables were in the mood and immediately chased them alone without even their subordinates, determined to capture "these two damn Han spies" to cut them into pieces to vent their resentment in their chests. However, they never expected that they would meet Yang Zhao here.

——Ousu’s routine nagging dividing line—
Chapter completed!