It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

But so what?

Once you have the talent, start using them first.

The Taihang Army originated from the common people, and its core members were the clan soldiers of several powerful families, including Huang Wulang.

These people are adept at defending their territory and fighting fiercely in small-scale battles.

However, once the army expands to nearly a thousand people, it becomes clearly overwhelmed and stretched thin when it comes to aspects such as resource allocation, marching formations, camp defenses, and prioritizing tasks.

What about Qinghe Miao himself?

He could be a fierce vanguard on the front lines, or manage logistics accounts and medical aid without any problem.

Thirty-two years of hard study over two lifetimes were not in vain.

Even in ancient times, his mere talent would have made him a standout in his region.

But when it comes to actual troop deployment, on-the-spot command, and troop training, he lacks systematic learning and sufficient experience.

He needs a true general.

Liu Zhiyuan was the biggest gain he brought back from this "loss-making" trip to Luzhou.

Horse hooves trod across the autumn colors of Taihang, and the mountain breeze gradually cools.

Qinghe Miao reined in his horse and looked back; Zezhou City had already disappeared into the mist.

He turned his gaze to the figure in the group who remained silent, riding away, still unaware of the situation.

During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the founding emperor of the Later Han Dynasty was serving as a personal guard under his command.

This deal doesn't seem too bad.

As for military logistics, Qinghe Miao has other methods, so there's no rush.

The important thing right now is in the main world. Summer vacation is almost over, and he should set off for university.

The graduation banquet wasn't extravagant, but it was exceptionally lively.

The parents were busy taking care of everything, their faces beaming with undisguised joy.

All the relatives and friends in the village came to give their gifts. During the meal, they toasted each other and said auspicious words such as "bringing glory to our ancestors" and "may our ancestral graves emit green smoke".

Qinghe Miao toasted each person with impeccable manners and a calm demeanor, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

His father would never believe it if I told him; not long ago, someone even wanted him to be included in Li Shimin's family genealogy.

He rejected them all.

Deng Youcai made a special trip back from out of town, dressed in designer clothes but looking awkward, and also brought Grandma Guan a red envelope.

She even made a special phone call.

Qinghe Miao held the phone and called Mule.

On the day before his departure, he went alone to the old, abandoned chapel at the entrance of the village.

The autumn sun slanted down, and withered branches climbed the mottled doorway, while a thick layer of dust accumulated on the threshold.

Even when villagers chat nearby, they mostly do so on the steps and stones outside; hardly anyone touches this old door.

It was as if the inside and outside of the door were two different worlds.

Qing Hemiao pushed open the door and entered. In the empty auditorium, only the sound of his own footsteps echoed. Thin beams of light shone through a few broken windows overhead, and countless dust particles floated slowly in them.

Through the power of his presence, I realized that the soul who had dedicated his life to singing Henan opera and remained trapped in this place was no longer there.

Qinghe Miao carefully inspected the area around the auditorium.

The traces of the array left by the Deng brothers, Deng Youcai and Deng Youfu, are still there. The talismans have burned out, and the golden boy and jade girl, white horse and yellow ox buried in the ground have all had their spiritual power activated and have begun to decay.

The spiritual energy of the array set up by that unknown old Taoist master has also dissipated.

Life and death are impermanent, but reincarnation is orderly.

His artistic mentor must have passed away peacefully.

Before they could even react or feel fear, they were taken away by a well-prepared, streamlined process.

Qing Hemiao stood alone in the empty center of the auditorium, remaining silent for a long time before sitting down on the floor and speaking:

Lao Tzu said: "The Great Dao is formless, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon; the Great Dao is nameless, yet it nurtures all things..."

It is the Taoist classic "Qingjing Jing", also known as "Taishang Laojun Shuo Chang Qingjing Jing".

His voice wasn't loud, and he sang in a classical, ancient style.

He knew that his master had vanished into the world and gone to enjoy bliss, and could not hear him at all.

But isn't this kind of thing done for the living?

Rather than singing for his master, it was more like he was comforting himself.

All beings suffer, so be it, so be it.

Our meeting in this life is also a matter of fate.

The next morning, Qinghe Miao shouldered his bag and boarded a train heading further north, amidst his parents' earnest admonitions.

The train infrastructure of this era is already very well built.

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The carriage was bright and clean, the air conditioning was at a comfortable temperature, and charging sockets were within easy reach.

Train attendants push carts carrying drinks and snacks that are now affordable.

The radio broadcasted local customs and culture at the stations ahead.

The potential troubles during the journey, which were originally caused by various service loopholes, have now come from other passengers with the same identity.

Fortunately, since they would soon have enough money, Qinghe Miao was willing to spend the money and booked a high-end seat.

I didn't encounter that kind of passenger.

He sat by the window, watching the fields, villages, and towns outside rush past like flowing water.

As the train traveled north, I got further and further away from my parents and the area where they lived.

The aura emanating from Qing Hemiao gradually began to change.

It was as if an invisible chain was beginning to loosen.

There is a feeling of relief after being bound for a long time, and finally being able to float to the surface.

After a peaceful night's sleep, we arrived at our destination.

Qinghe Miao walked out with the flow of people.

I found that train stations seem to be pretty much the same everywhere.

The feeling he experienced at the train station in the big city was actually quite similar to that in his hometown.

However, the sky revealed a unique sense of vastness and clarity that increased the further north one went.

Only after it was fully revealed did a completely different aura emerge.

More bustling, more prosperous, more unfamiliar.

But it also made him feel more at ease.

Qinghe Miao did not go to school first.

Didi drivers soliciting passengers at the exits of train stations in big cities are still as aggressive as ever.

He reluctantly declined each offer.

After walking a distance, I found a place with a canopy overhead and no one around.

On a whim, he grabbed his suitcase full of luggage and plunged into the world of "The Bad Guys".

I left my luggage in the room there.

He came out carrying only a light backpack.

With [Xin Honglajiao] around, he knows exactly what electrical appliances are in the vicinity.

Even in big cities, there's no fear of being accidentally filmed by hidden cameras.

Then, he took out his phone, opened the map, and searched for the largest gold shop in the city.

Yes, after all these years, he finally bought a cell phone.

Familiar tablets and phones, familiar apps.

In the world of "Under One Person", Qinghe Miao finally lived the lifestyle he was familiar with in his previous life.

As I got out of the taxi, the gold shop's sign gleamed in the autumn sunlight.

Inside the huge floor-to-ceiling display windows, dazzling gold ornaments, warm jade, emerald green jadeite, and serene white silver reflect each other under professional lighting, creating a magnificent spectacle.

There weren't many customers in the shop, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted through the air.

In his previous life, he probably wouldn't have dared to easily walk into a shop like this.

Now, however, she can easily push open the door and enter.

As expected of a large gold shop, there were always two employees in professional attire standing at the entrance.

Hearing the doorbell ring, I subconsciously turned my head, and immediately put on a professional smile as I went to greet the person.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

Such service.

This is enough to make ordinary, unsophisticated buyers feel uneasy.

The shop assistant glanced at the person's clothes.

A black jacket and gray t-shirt that cost two or three hundred yuan, barely qualifying as brand-name jeans and sneakers, costing around a thousand yuan.

But there wasn't a single thing on his body that could be described as "high-class".

He doesn't seem like a rich kid.

Perhaps he's a newly enrolled college student who wants to buy his girlfriend a small gift?

These fresh-faced college students are the easiest to catch.

"Do you buy gold here?"

Qinghe Miao was equally kind and gentle.

The shop assistant was taken aback.

Acquiring gold?

It's not buying, it's selling?

She quickly adjusted her expression, her smile widening:

"Of course we'll acquire it. But sir, gold transactions require proper procedures, and we need you to provide identification and proof of legal origin..."

"Ah."

Qinghe Miao nodded, picked up the ordinary black backpack from behind her, unzipped it, and casually took out a gold bar from inside.

As per his request, the artisans in the world of "Bad Guys" specially made it the size of a palm, square in shape.

There are no stamps, markings, or patterns on the entire piece.

He casually weighed it in his hand and handed it to the clerk:

"Please take a look and tell me how to calculate this."

The shop assistant instinctively took it with both hands.

The moment she held it in her hand and felt its weight, her expression froze.

This gold bar looks to weigh at least 300 grams.

Her throat bobbed, and just now, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the open opening of the other person's backpack.