The soldier was touched by Zhang Fan. He didn't know that he was studying the Tang Dynasty armor, but he was only looking at it. This commander must have been a woman who hadn't seen for a long time and started to have other hobbies. Unexpectedly, the chrysanthemums were a little tight and their calves were closed together.

"Sir, the younger ones have patrol military affairs, so I dare not delay. Please forgive me..." The soldier reminded nervously, for fear that this strange officer would push him.

Zhang Fan said "Oh!" and looked up and saw the soldier's blue face and his obscene dodging eyes. He felt embarrassed, "Ahem, I'll look at your armor, it's well maintained..."

"Oh, sir, I check the armor maintenance. Well, the young one wipes it every day and dare not neglect it. sir, look at this loose leaf, very flexible, there is no dead body, no rust at all..." The soldier heard Zhang Fan say this, and quickly diverted the officer's attention diligently. He also made several bent and kicking movements to show the flexibility of the armor joints.

"Well, it's not bad." Zhang Fan said perfunctorily, remembering that this soldier was respectful to him. So what was his identity in this era? So he contacted Akan. He had experienced ancient scenes and should know how to know.

Akan asked him to check his ring interface, and Zhang Fan smiled. It turned out that there was an identity introduction in the scene. He had not paid attention to it before, so he was in the corner of the taskbar.

The introduction is very simple: "The Battle of Talas" No. 8386, an identity as a doctor of the Imperial Medical Office, and a commander of the army to insult the insult.

Zhang Fan had some knowledge of these ancient official positions. The doctor of the Imperial Medical Office in the Tang Dynasty was from the eighth rank, and the magistrate of the Imperial Insult was also from the eighth rank. It seemed that he was still a military doctor.

Then he asked Akan and the others again that Green Wings were the deputy lieutenant of the Imperial Insult, and he was half a level lower than himself and was led by the eighth rank; Akan was the Renyong lieutenant, and he was the ninth rank. It seemed that it was related to military merit. He had a first-class merit medal, Green Wings second-class merit, and Akan only had one medal equivalent to third-class merit.

The identity of this envoy was the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, but the follower was just a sergeant, the lowest-level officer, equivalent to a squad leader, without a rank, and his status was much lower than that of three people.

Zhang Fan continued to talk with the trembling soldier, knowing that this was a baggage battalion and he was a military physician, so he seemed to have some additional positions in managing baggage. This is probably related to his skills and fortune.

After understanding the basic situation, Zhang Fan asked the soldier to lead the way and lead him to patrol the baggage storage area. How could he let go of this opportunity to collect props? Moreover, the Green Wing's physique has exceeded 150, and the first set will be implemented here. She still has an upgrade opportunity that has not been used, so she can get a set of Tang Dynasty Ming Light Armor. I don't know what it will be to upgrade to green props.

Zhang Fan asked about the Tang Dynasty's sergeant system as he walked. Fortunately, he had the identity of a doctorate in the Imperial Medical Department, and it was normal that he did not understand the sergeant. He did not doubt that he had him and introduced the upper and lower structures of the Tang army in detail.

The two passed by a camp. The lights were brightly lit and jingling sounds were made. Zhang Fan was curious and only then did he find out that this was a craftsman who accompanied the army to repair the soldiers' armor and weapons.

"Sir, if you are willing to spend some money, they can also add some special abilities to your weapons and armor." The sergeant looked over there enviously and said, "Oh, it's a pity that I have too little money. In order to buy a better pack horse, I've spent almost the same amount." His palm unconsciously stroked the horizontal knife on his waist.

"Is that right? Come and take a look." Zhang Fan became excited when he heard this.

Next to a simple smelting stove, two naked men were beating hard. They took advantage of the marching during the day to rest in the baggage cart and could only work hard when camping at night.

"I'll just have some wine and you'll be nagging, it's so troublesome." A familiar voice came, and Zhang Fan looked at him hesitantly.

"The general's orders are very strict, and no alcohol is allowed in the barracks. If the camp lieutenant comes over, it may not look good. Sir, please don't make things difficult for the younger ones. If you reward them in the barracks, the younger ones will pay more to you two more glasses."

Zhang Fan looked from afar and took a breath of air conditioning. Why is he here too?!

Then he notified Aken: "Do you know who I saw? The sloppy Taoist is here!"

"What?!" Akan jumped up from the blanket and rushed out of the military tent, "Where are you? I'll come here right away! This bull's nose..."

Zhang Fan walked over quickly and got closer. He was indeed a sloppy Taoist. He was holding a Tang Dynasty pot and pouring wine into his mouth. Several craftsmen next to him were persuading him. Zhang Fan hurried forward and saluted, "Senior, please, I wonder why seniors will be here?"

The sloppy Taoist looked at Zhang Fan, tilted his eyes and sighed: "It's not for you, I'm so troubled here, and I'm even being taken care of by others when I drink."

When several craftsmen saw Zhang Fan, their faces turned green. They were so scared that they knelt down and begged, "Sir, please forgive me, I have persuaded you..."

Zhang Fan waved his hand, "You all retreat, I have something to ask." He drank the craftsman and turned around and sent the sergeant who led the way away.

"Senior, we were about to do business in the Edo period of Japan, why did we suddenly fall into this scene?" Zhang Fan asked questions in his heart when he saw the craftsmen and soldiers retreat.

The sloppy Taoist priest felt a little embarrassed, "Uh, this, ah! That, mainly... um. You understand..."

Zhang Fan was confused, "What do you mean by Taoist priest?"

"What does it mean?! It's just that drinking a bull's nose makes you misleading!" Akan's voice came from behind, "You bull's nose, you are so embarrassed to come to see me. We have worked hard to find good wine for you, hum!"

When the Taoist saw Akan, his face turned bitter, "I'm here to remedy it, don't worry, this may not be a bad thing! You are not qualified enough, so it's good to have more experience before entering..."

"If we go in again and there will be changes inside, won't we be very dangerous!" Zhang Fan was nervous.

"Isn't it that there is me? I'm here to do this." The sloppy Taoist said indifferently.

"We are worried only with you! You can retreat first." Aken angrily waved the sergeant who was temporarily arrested and led the way away.

Zhang Fan took out a bottle of 'Snow' sake from the space, "This is what you always want, we brought it out. If it weren't for the sudden incident, we could have brought a little more. But there is still..."

"No!" Aken interrupted quickly and grabbed the bottle. "He has great magical powers, so he can find it himself."

The sloppy Taoist quickly smiled and stared at the bottle of sake, "Hey, that, we can't shuttle through the scene at will. This time it's not for you, it's been a lot of my magic power!"

"Then how do you compensate us?" Aken grabbed the bottle of wine and shook it in front of the Taoist, "That's it, just help us get some props. I don't want it either. Just grey props. Just get 1,000 Arab scimitars and 100 Arab war horses. This is a deposit." Aken threw the bottle to the sloppy Taoist.

I fell down, the sloppy Taoist caught the bottle, his hand shook, and he almost fell again. This guy was really able to speak.

"I can't help you..."

"What about adding this?" Akan took out a small bottle of wine from the space, pulled out the stopper, and a strong aroma of wine spread. The Taoist priest's eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed it, plugging the stopper, for fear that the wine would float away with the aroma of wine.

"'Monkey Wine'! This is what you owe me! You have lost the favor of the upgraded stick..."

"Okay! Then I'll give it back to you!" Akan smiled proudly and took out another big jar, "What about this one?"

This time the Taoist's eyes were about to hit the jar! It seemed that a pair of hands could be stretched out from his eyes. "Where did you get so much 'monkey wine'? How many more? Take it out for me!"

"What is 'Monkey Wine'? What the old man has, it depends on how you behave." Aken took out another can, completely shattering the already fragmented reserve of the sloppy Taoist.

The Taoist shook his hand, and a green gourd appeared in front of the three of them with a light golden light. The gourd sprayed a faint golden light towards the two jars. The "monkey wine" in the jar was sucked into the gourd without a drop! The jar was very dry, as if it had been repeatedly sucked with a super absorbent diapers.

"Then did you agree?" Aken asked with a smile.

The Taoist closed his eyes, grabbed the gourd and took a sip. The super comfortable expression of the addict after sucking drugs appeared on his face. It seemed as if he was entering the illusion of the spirit fox!

After a while, the Taoist priest's tears of happiness remained. He opened his eyes again and spoke slowly, but almost fainted. "I still can't help you. That's your own task. I can't break the rules of the preceptors, otherwise it would be a good thing for you!"

"However, if you have problems with props in the future, you won't have to pay anymore. This is what I pay for the wine..."

Before he finished speaking, another larger jar appeared in front of the Taoist, "I don't believe that I can't bribe you!"

The Taoist felt like he was about to collapse, and his psychological defense was ruthlessly destroyed again. It was like a nightclub who saw a super handsome guy driving a Lamborghini holding a check and repeatedly invited her to bed, but the problem was that he had just gotten married...

"How many more do you have?" said the Taoist.

"It's beyond your imagination." Akan held the wine jar, feeling proud, as if he had become tall in front of the Taoist. It depends on how long you can put it on.

The Taoist turned his back and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, as if he had forgotten the two of them. Perhaps he had thought for a long time, or perhaps struggled for a long time. When the Taoist turned around again, he had a firmness in his eyes, as if he had made up a certain determination, and had a little kindness and expectation in his eyes.

"I originally hoped that my junior brother could accept you, the ghostly spirit..." The Taoist paused, "Now I ask you, are you willing to worship under my disciples and learn Taoist alchemy?"...

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