I live forever by seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

Three urgent secret letters were sent from the Taihang Mountains and arrived at the White Feather Eagle base one after another.

Uncle Fang Qi, Lu Yao and others looked at the contents of the letter and were extremely puzzled.

Because Fang Yang wanted them not to rush ahead, that is, not to get involved in the next war vortex.

Such a direction is very abnormal, and it is completely contrary to the judgment of the mainstream public.

Nowadays, who is not holding up the butcher knife high, ready to swing it heavily in the upcoming war, so as to have a good year?

"Brother's order, I don't understand it very well. Now the Eight Banners Army is strong and powerful, even if two fronts are opened at the same time, it is not a problem at all."

Cousin Fang Xuan hesitated: "What's more, our White Feather Eagle tribe is just wandering on the edge of the battlefield, carrying out small-scale encirclement and suppression tasks, and we won't encounter any major dangers..."

For this battle, they have made a lot of preparations and spent a lot of effort.

Fang Xuan was really unwilling to follow Fang Yang's orders and withdraw from the war.

Hearing this, Uncle Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Xuan.

His eyes were cold, and Fang Xuan felt uneasy.

He just said coldly: "The most important thing for a man is to know his position. Since the commander has issued an order, you just need to execute it."

Aside.

Although Lu Yao was a little confused, she still chose to believe Fang Yang unswervingly.

As the leader of the White Feather Eagle Tribe, Fang Yang should be more concerned about the survival and growth of the White Feather Eagle Tribe than anyone else.

Since Fang Yang asked them to temporarily avoid the battle, he must have his reasons.

"Perhaps, there will be earth-shaking changes on the front line?"

An inexplicable thought came to Lu Yao's mind, which immediately made her pupils dilate and her heart tremble.

If this is true, it would be terrible.

You know, many people sell their pots and irons, and they don't hesitate to go bankrupt, all in order to make a quick fortune from the next battle!

...

Luoyun Mountain.

The chief camp.

After Fang Yang met a group of new subordinates, he issued an order to keep everything as usual.

After that, he has been living in the main tent.

As for the Zhuyan wolf packs that were kept in captivity all over the mountains, he has not visited them many times, let alone taken care of them.

Basically, except for going to the top of the mountain every night to observe whether it was the full moon night mentioned in the fortune, he was really devoted to cultivation and ignored the outside world.

At this moment, one after another young women were in and out of the main tent.

They worked together to move the many empty barrels placed on the open space of the tent.

As soon as they walked out of the main tent, these young women couldn't help whispering:

"Three meals a day, each meal requires 35 barrels of first-level beast meat. One person digests almost 700 people's meals a day. It's terrible."

"The more you can eat, the better you can fight. Such a person is worthy of being [Zhi Lingwu]."

"And the other adult is also very amazing. He can actually identify whether the beast meat is poisonous just by smell..."

Their words were whispered.

But in fact, it sounded like a huge bell in Fang Yang's ears.

At this moment, Fang Yang, who had dispersed the "Small Whale Swallowing Skill", turned to hold the Yuan Stone in his hand and absorbed the Yuan Qi in it, in order to make the empty acupoints and true Yuan Sea full again.

Luoyun Mountain is a good place to practice in seclusion and improve cultivation.

Practicing in seclusion here, Fang Yang can feel his progress in strength every day.

Whether it is blood, strength, or soul foundation.

For example, he can condense the eagle claw part of the Fire Eagle phantom by about 0.5% every day, which is very impressive.

At this rate, in less than a month, he will be able to upgrade from the second-level middle to the second-level high realm.

Such a life is what Fang Yang dreams of.

Focusing on practice, just wanting to break through the realm, not asking about worldly affairs.

In addition, Fang Yang can actually spare extra time to study other skills.

Since Luoyun Mountain is extremely suitable for slave practice, Fang Yang chose to study the "Slave Spirit Art" method with the remaining time.

He always felt that this "Slave Spirit Art" was very profound, and it was definitely not as simple as controlling one or two ordinary beasts.

The sky gradually darkened, and the moon rose above the branches.

The ancient pines on the mountain stood tall, and there were occasional wolf howls.

Under the moonlight, Fang Yang stood on the top of the mountain.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, but found that it was still in a half-moon shape, and it had not yet reached the full moon as the middle fortune said.

"Cry..."

Beside Fang Yang, there was a black water eagle.

This black water eagle was the eagle that fought side by side with the white-feathered eagle that day, fighting against the cranes and cloud cranes, and finally survived.

The black water eagle was covered with black hair, as black as ink.

Its racial bloodline power was not even as good as that of the white-feathered eagle.

Under normal circumstances, the final realm of the black water eagle would stop at the middle of the second level, and only a very small number of black water eagles would reach the peak of the second level.

However, what was more peculiar was that the black water eagle was different from ordinary flying eagles, and they could fly in the rain!

Not only will the rain not make their feathers feel heavy, it will also give them some strength.

This is the effect of bloodline power.

Originally, Fang Yang planned to use the white-feathered eagle as a transitional pet.

However, by chance, the white-feathered eagle got a chance and had another way out, so Fang Yang did not use the white-feathered eagle as a transitional pet.

But no matter what, Fang Yang still lacked a transitional pet.

Especially when he was studying the "Slave Spirit Art", he needed a pet beast for transitional use.

Just at this time, the black water eagle appeared.

With a "snap", Fang Yang grabbed the black water eagle with one hand, and then a blood-red light flashed.

In an instant, Fang Yang branded the black water eagle as a master and servant!

...

The next morning, the sky was getting light.

It was extremely rare that Fang Yang walked out of the main tent.

Under the gaze of his subordinates, he swept his big hand over the beast bag and summoned more than a hundred flying eagles at once.

"Cry..."

"Cry..."

The flying eagles circled in the air and kept crying.

Most of them were around the black water eagle, and the black water eagle obeyed Fang Yang's orders.

Fang Yang activated the "Slave Spirit Art" technique and issued instructions.

Soon, the black water eagle reacted.

It urged the flying eagles to start moving.

But it took a while before it made the flying eagles land.

Such a response speed is far inferior to that of the white-feathered eagle.

"Ayang, a true slave practitioner treats the beasts he enslaves as an extension of his arms, and can hit whatever he points at."

Uncle Fang said softly: "Since you are already a hundred eagle souls, you are similar to a third-level slave practitioner. If you have time, you may practice the "Slave Spirit Art" method again."

Hearing this, Fang Yang nodded.

In fact, slave practice is just a supplement for him.

But after all, there is the white-feathered eagle tribe as a logistics base, and it would be a pity if it is not used.

On this side, Fang Yang personally took action and carried out the three rings of "raising, using, and refining" on the eagle group to explore the mysteries of slavery.

On the other side, a group of old subordinates of Luoyun Mountain continued to take care of the Zhuyan wolf pack, and they were extremely tired.

And when they saw Fang Yang focusing on dealing with personal matters, these subordinates were even more stunned. Isn't this a bit bold?

Each person, like an eggplant hit by frost, lowered their heads and secretly looked at each other.

But no one dared to be the first to speak up and asked Fang Yang to put down the eagles and look at the wolves instead.

However, Fang Yang's actions were eventually reported to the slave master Chang Ruhui.

"Don't bother me with such trivial matters."

"As long as Fang Yang doesn't burn, kill, rob, and do all kinds of evil, let him do whatever he wants."

"I'm busy with how to participate in the war now, so don't make trouble for me!"

Chang Ruhui's eyes were like wolf pupils, flashing with a dark green light.

Compared with Fang Yang's actions, he was more concerned about which wolf packs he could mobilize to fight.

Immediately, Chang Ruhui pressed down with his big hand, and the documents turned into powder, which frightened the visitor pale.

Except for major matters related to the war, don't bother him with anything else!