swordsman in the heavens

Follow Gongsun Changhong all the way to the marshal's camp.

Yi Tianheng was in a calm mood. Along the way, he encountered many soldiers who stopped and saluted Gongsun Changhong. He looked on calmly.

Regarding fame and wealth, when the circumstances are different, people will have different views.

Under Qin's strict laws on "farming" and "military merit", these soldiers became brave and good at fighting. The battlefield became the only way for them to be promoted.

But I am different. With time and space in my hands, fame and wealth in the world don't matter.

Life lasts only a hundred years, and all vanity is pale and powerless in the face of immortality.

If Sanqing, the Taoist Patriarch of all heavens and realms, cares about fame and fortune, then the Lord of the Heavenly Court will not have the turn of the Jade Emperor.

Gongsun Changhong looked back.

"You don't seem to have any feelings about meeting Commander Yi!"

Yi Tianheng touched his nose.

"Commander, I don't aspire to the title of Houlu. I just hope that Commander Yi will not send me some missions that may lead to a narrow escape from death."

Gongsun Changhong looked at Yi Tianheng strangely.

"I'm afraid you are not a Taoist."

Yi Tianheng shook his head.

"Everyone has his own ambitions!"

Gongsun Changhong laughed.

"Everyone has his own ambitions. Don't worry. A warrior at the peak of the third grade will be a treasure in any army of the Qin State, not to mention you are still a member of the Yi family."

The coach's tent is right in front.

They opened the light yellow curtain and walked in. Only Yi Jingtian was inside.

Yi Jingtian did not take off his shirt. It was a shiny black armor with various patterns on it.

It's very magical and weird, but overall, it's a brilliant method of refining weapons.

Plays an extremely strong protective role!

He was taking a piece of silk and writing with his head down. At this time, the writing brush had been invented.

According to legend, the first writing brush was created by Emperor Fuxi. It was made from the furs of ninth-grade exotic animals and the Immortal Root of Human Emperor Bamboo. With one stroke, it has the power to change the day.

Thousands of years ago, Emperor Fuxi used the human emperor's brush to draw three sky curtains to isolate the strange beasts on this land from the three sky curtains.

The closer the heavenly curtain is to the human race, the weaker the beasts are. However, the alien beasts outside the third heavenly curtain each have the power to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, destroying mountains and rivers.

I don't know if this rumor is true.

He writes slowly and seriously, and a quiet and indifferent temperament exudes from him, which is different from the cold feeling he usually displays.

His expression was very laborious, as if every stroke and every word was as heavy as a mountain, which meant that it was difficult to write even an inch.

Gongsun Changhong clasped his fists, lowered his head and said, "Commander Yi." Yi Tian stood behind Gongsun Changhong, clasped his fists and lowered his head.

"Sit down first!"

Yi Jingtian did not raise his head, but replied lightly and continued writing.

Gongsun Changhong found a futon among the many and knelt down.

This kind of situation is really not surprising to him. Sometimes, he can wait for as long as a stick of incense.

Fortunately, when faced with an emergency, Yi Jingtian was willing to come back to his senses from writing.

Otherwise, he will just get angry.

But Yi Tianheng knew his identity, but he was just standing behind Gongsun Changhong.

But at this time, Yi Jingtian said again: "Sit down too!"

Yi Tianheng was a little puzzled.

As a mere soldier, there is no way that I can be on an equal footing with people with titles like Gongsun Changhong and Yi Jingtian.

"It would be a loss of etiquette if you sit down." Yi Tian replied.

In this era, Confucius, a Confucian saint, preached his doctrines in the seven countries. Etiquette has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, especially among high-ranking families. Violating the etiquette will lead to great disasters.

It is said that Confucius broke through the ninth level of cultivation and reached the realm of ascending to the outer world. After traveling around the world, he returned to the State of Lu, left his Taoism to the seventy-two wise men, and then ascended to the outer realm.

Afterwards, Confucianism flourished in the State of Lu, and then Mencius, a sub-sage, came out and once again traveled around the world to promote Confucian etiquette.

In today's seven kingdoms, the etiquette system is strict, and those who dare to offend the superiors will be punished by the three tribes.

Yi Jingtian raised his head and put down his brush.

"The only thing you worry about is the difference in title. This is easy!"

He picked up the big seal on the wooden case and stamped it on the silk.

"boom!"

An invisible wave of air spread from the silk, and the silk began to float, slowly flying towards Yi Tianheng.

Yi Tianheng raised his eyebrows and was briefly distracted.

Immediately circulate the true energy and circulate throughout the body.

Because he felt an inexplicable power pouring into his body.

Intangible and without quality, it caused changes in his flesh, blood, and spirit.

People of his level have an indescribable level of control over themselves. Although they are not able to regenerate with blood, they can still allow the separated blood to flow back after being injured.

Changes in the blood and spirit are all caused by the seal of the Yi Jingtian.

He had to be suspicious that Yi Jingtian wanted to harm him.

However, he felt that the strength of his flesh and blood and spirit were increasing, and his whole person was in an ethereal state.

His understanding of the outside world has become clearer, and he seems to have an innate affinity for the evil spirits of the army outside the camp.

What the hell is going on?

When he was puzzled.

The ring finger of my left hand began to vibrate violently.

A line of text has appeared in mid-air.

[Congratulations to the Ring Master for being appointed as the Commander of Thousands, with a fourth-level knighthood, and receiving the luck blessing from the main world]

The silk fell into his hand, and his hand sank. It actually weighed a thousand kilograms.

But it's just a momentary feeling.

Return to your desired weight immediately.

But Yi Tianheng felt that it was not that the silk had regained its weight, but that it was as if it had recognized its owner. It was as light as nothing in his hand, but it was still as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold in the hands of others.

He had a flying sword and purple lightning, and after he recognized his master, he was equally light and weightless.

Hence this experience.

Yi Tianheng looked down and saw the appointment above.

"The title does not change at the fourth level. Commander of a thousand, he can lead a thousand soldiers and horses!"

"What a big deal!"

"It is said that the Yi family has independent military, political and legal powers in Xuancheng and has the power to appoint officials independently. It seems to be true. He is indeed the emperor of the country!"

My heart was shocked, and I couldn't help but associate it with that big seal.

"That big seal must be extraordinary."

"Putting it on silk can actually make the silk weigh more than a thousand pounds."

“And it’s also blessed by luck, which is amazing.”

In the flash of lightning, Yi Tianheng remembered that when he charged to break the camp, wasn't the treasure that suppressed the Wei army's camp also a big seal?

Now it looks very similar to this big seal.

Gongsun Changhong on the side showed envy in his eyes.

He was very clear about the weight of this appointment letter. It was made of black and red silk and only had a fourth-level title—no higher.

However, Yi Tianheng is young and has just established his military exploits. He will never reach the fifth level - doctor.

This way, we can be sure that this appointment letter is an appointment letter for the fourth level of peerage.

"Hey, his surname is Yi, and his name is written on the Yi family tree. How can he compare with him?"

"Besides, I only focus on martial arts and joined the army just to accumulate merit, obtain the qualifications to go to the blessed land of cave heaven, and look for opportunities to break through to the fourth level."

"Ordinary official positions are like floating clouds to me!"

After Gongsun Changhong thought about it for a moment, he lost his feeling of envy.

"Space-time ring, what role does this luck have for me?"

[The luck of the main world can protect the environment and the main luck path is prosperous, turning misfortune into good luck, and good luck continues.]

"I originally wanted to run away, but now that I have been noticed by Yi Jingtian, I don't know what will happen. Just take it one step at a time and see what happens."

"I have to leave. I don't like this kind of luck."

Yi Tian punched Yi Jingtian sideways.

"Thank you Marshal!"

Yi Jingtian nodded and smiled.

The cold face turned out to be pretty.

I didn't expect that a person with a cold face all year round would smile so naturally, so warmly, and so beautifully.

"I'm not letting you get this title in vain. Tomorrow morning, you will lead a thousand troops and go to my cousin Jingxuan to listen to his orders!"

"I can give you some news first. This time the Wei Army's Tiangang Formation camp is not that simple."

"Behind Thirty-six Tiangang Camps, there is a mountain called Dao Mountain, which was the place where Confucius asked Laozi."

"I went west to Hanguguan. Confucius was on this mountain. Later generations named it Dao Mountain. Wei Xinling, the commander-in-chief of the Wei army, sent troops to station and dig three feet into the ground. There must be a conspiracy."

"You are here to follow your cousin's arrangements and be responsible for this aspect of information."

Yi Tian clasped his fists horizontally and replied loudly: "Your order!"

After Yi Jingtian heard this, he smiled again, as if a pear blossom had emerged from the ten thousand years of ice, and there was actually a hint of concern in it.

"How old are you this year?"

"Sixteen years old!"

"Okay, you are a descendant of my Yi family. After this battle is over, I will personally bring you into the clan and allow you to establish a new direct line of the Yi family. A third-grade peak warrior is qualified to establish a direct line." Yi

Jingtian continued: "Perhaps you will have the opportunity to enter the ancestral land and look for opportunities to break through to the fourth level."

Yi Tianheng raised his eyebrows.