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The general's tent was located in a remote corner on the northeast side of Bicheng, not far from the Zhongjing Army camp.

Chu Xiaomu, Yu Aqi and others originally wanted to see the majestic residence of General Bi Ye, who was famous in the four countries, and imagined its luxury and exquisiteness. However, they did not expect that Li Qi led everyone to a dozen ordinary military tents, dismounted and said.

The two of them looked carefully at the dozen tents, but did not find anything special. Yang Dou whispered, "Mu Tou, did we go the wrong way?"

A sergeant glared at him and said, "How could Li Zhongjun lead the way to the wrong place? This is the general's tent!"

Both of them couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, thinking that General Bi Ye lived in such a shabby place, wasn't it unworthy of his reputation?

A dozen large torches were lit outside the military tent, illuminating the surroundings. Li Qi asked everyone to wait outside, walked to a larger military tent in the middle, opened the curtain and walked in.

Not long after, four more groups of people arrived outside the tent.

Chu Xiaomu was impressed when he saw that all these people were wearing silver armor, riding big horses, and looked very majestic. He thought that General Bi Ye's subordinates were so impressive, but he didn't know what kind of heroic figure he himself was.

Two groups of people arrived at the same time. The first two people greeted each other with fists, and one of them shouted, "Third brother, long time no see!" Hearing this voice, it turned out to be the central army named Yang Luo whom Chu Xiaomu and others met on the official road of Jinyang City on the night they escaped from Jiaoshan.

When I took a closer look at his appearance, I saw that he was about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, with a square face, strong features, slanted sword-like eyebrows, and clear and lively eyes. He was indeed a heroic and outstanding person.

The man Yang Luo called "third brother" was Zhou Bo, the central commander of the Nanding Army. He was about forty-five or forty-six years old, of medium height, with thin cheeks and sharp eyes. He clasped his fists and said, "Fifth brother, thank you for your hard work." The two of them went into the tent hand in hand.

Chu Xiaomu and Yang Dou were not given any orders and could only stand outside the tent and wait. Seeing that the soldiers were standing in a line without moving, they also had to stand aside in an orderly manner, not daring to move.

They were far away from the military tent and could not hear the voices of the people inside. They could only see the light of the fire inside the tent flickering through the gaps in the tent curtains, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

After more than half an hour, the tent curtain was lifted, and Li Xian walked out of the tent to invite Chu Xiaomu and Yang Dou in.

Chu Xiaomu entered the tent and saw a big man wearing a blue cloth robe with white patterns, sitting on a wooden chair in the middle of the tent. Next to him stood four central soldiers wearing silver armor, namely Ding Qi of the East Loyalty Army, Zhou Bo of the South Ding Army, Huan Zhizheng of the West Righteous Army, and Yang Luo of the North Cheng Army. After Li Qi entered, he also stood aside in an orderly manner.

This man was no more than forty-three or forty-four years old, with a slender chin and a strong neck, and was extremely handsome. He had an aura of divine nature, and was naturally majestic without any anger.

Chu Xiaomu knew that this person was naturally Bi Ye, the general of Bicheng. He quickly pulled Yang Dou to bow to him and said, "Chu Xiaomu greets the general." Yang Dou was stunned for a while, and imitated him and said, "Yang Dou also greets the general."

Bi Ye smiled slightly, pointed to the two empty chairs next to him, and said softly, "Please sit down, little brothers, let's talk."

Seeing that the five generals had no seats and could only stand aside, Chu Xiaomu and Yang Dou did not dare to go forward and sit on the chairs.

Bi Ye said, "You are guests from afar, so you don't have to feel restrained in my tent."

The two of them had no choice but to sit down as they were told.

Bi Ye pointed at the four people around him except Li Xi and introduced them one by one.

The first one on the left was Ding Qi, the commander of the East Loyalty Army. He was about fifty years old, slightly fat, dark-skinned, with sparse short beards on his lips and under his jaw. He smiled at Chu and Yang and nodded. The second one on the left was Huan Zhizheng, the commander of the West Righteous Army. He was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, tall and strong. When he smiled, he showed a mouthful of white teeth, but his eyes narrowed into slits. Chu Xiaomu thought to himself that he was only a few years older than himself, but he had already become the commander of the Green City. It was really amazing.

The two people on the right are Zhou Bo of the Nanding Army and Yang Luo of the Beicheng Army. Chu Xiaomu had already memorized them outside the tent.

Li Qi stood on the far left with a smile. Bi Ye knew that he was acquainted with the two of them, so he naturally did not introduce them.

Chu Xiaomu memorized each of their names and appearances carefully, thinking that since the general did not introduce me and Adou, Li Zhongjun must have told them all about us.

When Bi Ye introduced the five central army commanders, Chu Xiaomu saw that he was very imposing, but he always felt that there was a melancholy look in his eyes and eyebrows, as if there was some regret hidden in his heart.

Bi Ye's eyes were shining brightly. He looked at Chu Xiaomu and Yang Dou carefully with a smile and asked, "Which of you two can use the 'Dragon Spine Sword Style'?"

Chu Xiaomu replied: "General, I will learn a little bit."

"I heard from Li Zhongjun that no one taught you this sword style. Did you learn it by yourself from a small book?"

"Replying to the general, I learned it myself from a small book, but unfortunately I didn't learn it very well."

Bi Ye waved his hand and said, "When you answer my questions in the future, you don't have to add the four words 'reply to the general'. Bicheng doesn't have such a rule. Bi Ye is Bi Ye, a rough man from the grassland. The general is just an empty title and it doesn't count as a real ability." The five generals Ding, Zhou, Huan, Yang, and Li all laughed.

Seeing that he had a gentle temperament, Chu Xiaomu was no longer nervous and said yes.

Bi Ye asked again: "Can you please show me the sword style you learned?"

Chu Xiaomu replied: "Of course."

Huan Zhizheng turned around and went outside the tent to get the sword. Bi Ye pointed to a silver sword placed diagonally on the rack on the side and said, "Just use my Dragon Back Sword." Huan Zhizheng took the sword and handed it to Chu Xiaomu as he was told.

Chu Xiaomu was startled, thinking, "Dragon Spine Sword", "Dragon Spine Sword Style", could this sword style be created by the general? And how could it be drawn in the little book in his home?

He didn't have time to think about it. He walked to an empty space in the military tent and performed the sword style he had learned by himself one by one.

The blade of the Dragon Back Sword was bright silver in color, and it was unknown what material it was made of. It was much heavier than the cold iron sword that Bai Yixing had given him. Fortunately, Chu Xiaomu was very strong, and he could cut, slash and stab with great force.

He liked quietness since he was young, but he was not the kind of lazy person who stayed at home every day. Instead, he often ran around the mountains and islands. When he was bored, he would look through the small book left by his ancestors. He even carved wooden swords according to the book and practiced every move according to the portraits of the characters in the book.

After practicing many times, he memorized some of the moves. He remembered that the "Dragon Spine Sword Style" was divided into several major styles, including "Open Dragon Spine", "Seal Dragon Spine", "Horizontal Dragon Spine", "Swimming Dragon Spine", "Soaring Dragon Spine"... Each style contained several to dozens of moves, from easy to difficult. The "Open Dragon Spine" sword style should be the simplest one, and it was also the easiest for him to learn.

However, many pages at the front and back of the small book had been lost. The more he practiced, the more he felt unsatisfied, and the more he felt like he was getting worse.

It's like listening to someone telling a very wonderful story, but the story suddenly stops when it is almost at the end. One always wants to know what happens next, but unfortunately the ending is never available.