Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

"Everyone, have breakfast first, and come to the deck at 6:30. There are still things to do. After that, you can move freely."

After distributing the supplies, Ran Zhongshi left an order and asked the soldiers to arrange breakfast.

The breakfast content was mostly fresh fish patties caught last night.

The soldiers lit the fire column at midnight, which was to use the phototropism of fish to catch fish. Among them, more than ten precious fish were caught and stewed into fish soup and distributed to everyone.

After breakfast, the temperature rose rapidly in the sky for three days, and it was hot to touch the deck.

Ran Zhongshi placed a long table in the shadow under the ship, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked many martial artists to come to him one by one to draw talismans for them.

Ink array.

The Ran family's specialty is to make talisman water with various materials. By engraving the corresponding runes on the body, different strengthening effects can be achieved.

There are three choices of ink arrays that Ran Zhongshi drew for everyone in front of them.

One is the tiger blood pattern that can enhance the blood and qi, and the power is increased by about 10%.

The second is the hard earth talisman, which increases the defense of the horizontal practitioner by 15%.

The third is the spirit snake talisman, which can increase the flexibility of the recipient to a certain extent.

Ran Zhongshi will draw whatever the martial artists choose, after all, he is the only one who knows his situation best.

"Don't take a bath after drawing. The ink array is not easily destroyed by water. It can be preserved for at least three days, but you still have to be prepared for the rest of the time. Familiarize yourself.

The ink array is also your identity proof, used to distinguish between enemies and friends. If you encounter a disguised ghost mother cult, see if he has an ink array on him. Lord Wei also has someone who is proficient in this, so don't worry."

Everyone knows which is more important, life or cleanliness, and the martial artists present have no opinion.

In the following time, everyone did their own things, either meditating or catching up on sleep.

Liang Qu leaned on the railing, and a few flying birds flew across the sky, and it took a long time before they completely disappeared from his sight.

The tide was surging beneath him, and his ears were filled with the sound of water crashing.

"Let's go fishing?"

Xu Yuelong appeared beside Liang Qu without him knowing, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a bucket of "yellow mud" in the other.

Liang Qu's eyes twitched slightly. He had earned dozens of taels from Xu Yuelong by selling yellow mud.

The more Xu Yuelong came to buy, the more guilty he felt, as if he had deliberately cheated others.

No wonder some people always say that if you want to make money, you have to abandon your conscience first.

Xu Yuelong sat on the railing and cast a rod.

The boat was sailing, so it was definitely impossible to make a nest, but he poured the bait into the yellow mud and hung it on the fishhook after it was fully stained.

"Are you nervous on the battlefield for the first time?"

"A little bit."

It would be a lie to say that you are not nervous.

People will never understand when they are taught by people, but they will learn when they are taught by things.

No matter how many war records a person has read, how many stories told by veterans, and how many situations he has trained, he will still be nervous when he really goes to the battlefield.

When Liang Qu fights with others, most of the time, he wins over the weak with the strong. He has the confidence and is very stable.

It will be different when we attack the Ghost Mother Sect later.

There are more than 20 masters and great martial artists. He can kill them with a single blow.

What if a martial artist sets his eyes on a little Karami?

There is no way out. Even if he is, he will only be a small boat on the river, which can capsize at any time.

Xu Yuelong laughed.

"Don't worry, the first experience is a little dangerous. I heard from Uncle Yang that you are good at archery. You can stay far away and shoot arrows. You can focus on the enemy archers. As long as you are careful of the enemy archers, there will be no danger.

After all, we have more people than the enemy. The powerful ones are all restrained. It is unlikely that the masters will break through and cut you."

Xu Yuelong is very familiar with the whole process. He also grew up in this way.

Aristocratic families must train their children, otherwise there will be a lack of successors. In a place where strength speaks, they will definitely be lonely. But it doesn't mean that they can just join the big soldiers and charge with everyone during the war.

How many descendants would be enough to be sacrificed, and how can they be raised there?

Even if they can survive more than pigs, they can't withstand such a consumption.

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In the first war of most noble children, they usually use bows and arrows to contain the enemy, or send people to look after them. They can't be the vanguard.

"The bow is sounded and the person is killed."

"There are eighteen kinds of martial arts, but only bows and arrows are the best."

Fighting at a distance is not only easier to get merit, but also much less dangerous.

After going through the meat grinder once or twice, they have experience and will not be weak when they see people chopping at them with knives. Then they will try to join the army and fight with others.

Otherwise, the mortality rate is too high. In large-scale battles, the newcomers are the most likely to die.

The knife flashed, and the next thing they saw was a headless body rushing forward. They didn't react until they died.

Liang Qu was extremely grateful when he heard this.

Becoming a disciple of Yang Dongxiong was probably the most correct decision in his life. He saved himself from so many troubles.

He had connections and martial arts.

Others slept in a dormitory, but he slept in a single room. He could still be taken care of when he went to the battlefield.

In the afternoon.

Ran Zhongshi prepared the materials and began to draw ink arrays for Liang Qu and others.

The things used inside were obviously much better than those drawn for ordinary martial artists in the morning, and there were many more options.

When it was Liang Qu's turn, he asked Ran Zhongshi to increase his defense and lightness.

In short, he tried to increase his survival rate as much as possible.

Hearing Liang Qu's request, Ran Zhongshi didn't think anything of it, and even thought it was a good thing that young people didn't have the "stubborn" spirit of wanting to show off.

The hot brushstrokes flowed on the skin, and the light red talisman water flowed on the body. When the ink array was connected from beginning to end, a very unique feeling appeared on the body, as if there was another set of blood circulation around the body.

Liang Qu stood up and moved around, and he really felt that his body was much lighter. The increase in defense was not yet known, but it was definitely increased.

This method reminded him of something - Nuo mask, through painting the face, to gain the power of God.

The two are similar in nature.

After everything was done, the next step was to wait, wait for the building ship to arrive at the destination.

"The Ghost Mother Sect's base we are going to is on an island. The terrain there is very complicated. Although there are many of us, we are not familiar with the terrain after all. Don't walk around by yourself. You must go with others.

If you see someone who is alone, you must not chase him alone. If you can catch him below the speed of a galloping horse, catch him. If you can't catch him, let him go. Our main targets are the two masters, the two great martial artists, and the remaining twenty or so wolf smokes.

These are the core and the key. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

"Okay, then I will start to assign tasks. Ke Wenbin, you..."

The last ray of light in the sky was swallowed up by the dusk.

The fiery clouds dimmed, and the iron-gray shadow occupied half of the sky, and the night came.

No one slept on the building ship, and everyone waited quietly.

The so-called island refers to a piece of island land around, which is densely packed. If you can look down, it is like a human lung lobe. Fish will get lost if they go in.

This kind of terrain is extremely easy to send people to guard. The building ship is too big and easy to be exposed.

Therefore, at about 3:45 p.m., everyone changed to a small boat.

Liang Qu carried a long bow and a long spear on his back and followed Ran Zhongshi and Xiang Fangsu on the same boat.

Yang Dongxiong had a more important mission, and it would be more dangerous for Liang Qu to follow.

Several soldiers rowed the boat silently.

There were more than 20 martial artists sitting on both sides of the boat, and there were hundreds of soldiers, occasionally exchanging voices.

Half an hour later, the shadow of the island emerged in the night.

"Everyone, stop talking, and follow orders later."

Xiang Fangsu said in a low voice.

Everyone nodded one by one and stopped talking.

Dozens of wide-bellied boats slowly sailed into the island.