The two of them had a good time in the first encounter, and Lao Cheng's view of Li Muyun could not help but change some.

Su Lie looked at it with his head covered, not knowing what mysterious thing was going on between the two. It was obvious that Li Muyun had a relationship with the old Cheng Pingsheng, but why did he become a different generation in the blink of an eye?

However, the battle between Cheng Yaojin and Li Muyun at the level of Kunburen is not something he can participate in. Even if he doesn't understand, he can only watch from the side.

After sorting out the seniority, Old Cheng stood up with a smile, patted Li Muyun on the shoulder, and said without hesitation: "Boy, this is the first time I have come to your territory. What good things to treat?"

This old man turned his back on his face, and he was still serious when he first came here. He changed his face several times in less than a few sentences, and in the end he shamelessly took the initiative to seek benefits.

Fortunately, Li Muyun is not an ordinary person, and his ability to adapt completely changes with the changes of old Cheng. He sneaked up and said, "What are the requirements for Uncle Cheng? Since you have arrived at your nephew, you will definitely be satisfied. The white ones are black ones, the Tang Dynasty, the grassland, Goguryeo, Silla, Baekje and the Western Regions are all available!"

Cheng Yaojin originally thought Li Muyun would make any constructive suggestions, but after listening for a long time, he found that it was all about brothels. He immediately glared: "Get out of here and think of me, Cheng, who do you think of me?"

Although Cheng Yaojin was very thick-skinned, if he was asked to go to the brothel to drink flower wine in front of the "junior", he would still be unable to bear the face, so he could only have fun in other places.

Li Muyun looked at the pretending old Cheng and said with a smile: "I wonder what Uncle Cheng has? There are many fun things here, but I just don't know what your old hobby is."

"Wine, your wine here is famous. Get more to Lao Cheng to send to the Governor's Office. In addition, Lao Cheng heard that your military training method is good, so let's compete."

Li Muyun showed a hint of embarrassment after hearing Lao Cheng's request: "It's okay to drink. Uncle Cheng naturally needs to get as much as he goes to Shuozhou. But this is the training of soldiers. I am also an amateur, and I dare not show my ugly face in front of my uncle."

As a result, after hearing Li Muyun's words, Lao Cheng glared at the bull's eyes: "Fuck, don't think I, Lao Cheng, don't know, the soldiers in the camp are training the way you do. Lao Cheng looks good, they are all good soldiers like little wolf cubs."

Li Muyun turned his head and looked at Su Lie helplessly, with all the complaining expressions in his pitiful little eyes.

Seeing that he misunderstood him, Su Lie hurriedly cleared it up: "It's not what I said. If you want to blame you for this, go and blame your 'brothers'."

Cheng Yaojin heard something from Su Lie's words, looked at Li Muyun and asked in a loud voice: "What? Do you still need to keep this matter confidential?"

In ancient times, there were not many people who could train troops and fight, which was related to the ideology at that time. Everyone had a sense of "crisis" that taught their disciples to starve their masters to death. Many things were not passed down from outside, which is why there was a rule that passed down from their sons but not from girls.

Therefore, there are very few wild "small military training experts" like Li Muyun in the Tang Dynasty. Cheng Yaojin doesn't understand why he has such ability but still has to hide it.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Li Muyun shrugged helplessly: "Uncle Cheng, my nephew is also looking for dead rats. He is just a mistake and can't be taken seriously. If you don't want to kill the big-headed soldiers outside, it's best not to let me participate in military training."

"Nothing nonsense, if you can, if you can, you can't. I, Old Cheng, have fought all my life, and those kids can tell whether they can fight or not, so you don't need to explain there." Speaking of serious matters, Cheng Yaojin changed into a serious expression: "Take it out in a few days and try it out. If there is no problem, I will recommend you to Your Majesty."

Li Muyun was almost crying and bowed to Old Cheng repeatedly: "No, don't, Uncle Cheng, no, Grandpa Cheng, just let me go. I have no ambitions and I want to live a life of death. Don't harm me!"

He was quite in the army. Li Muyun liked his current days more. He slept until he woke up naturally every day. He would get up when he wanted to get up, and would continue to sleep if he didn't want to get up. He would play when he woke up, and would be dazed if he didn't want to play.

But once they are recommended to join the army, they are over. Every day, they have to stay in the military camp like Su Lie and the others, not drink wine or sing the tunes, and most importantly, they can't sleep in.

"I'm so bad, I haven't even had a single horoscope yet. If the soldiers you trained do not have that ability, you can't even recommend you to me." Lao Cheng didn't listen to Li Muyun's nagging at all. He waved his hand and pulled him aside, and asked Su Lie: "Dingfang, are there any horse thieves near Shuozhou? Find a team and use them to train troops in a few days."

Horse thief? Training soldiers? Su Lie looked at the pitiful Li Muyun and said gloatingly: "General, if you want to say that there is a horse thief nearby, but this power is a bit big, I'm afraid we can't move."

Cheng Yaojin was confused and became interested immediately: "Oh? There is also a horse thief with such a big force? Old Cheng wants to see it!"

"Okay, okay, I'll surrender!" Li Muyun couldn't continue acting anymore, so he raised his hand and said as a surrender.

What a joke about fighting horse thieves? At present, except for Cheng Yaojin, who had just arrived in Shuozhou, who didn’t know that the largest horse thief was Li Muyun’s ‘Golden Palace’. The number of Khitan cavalry was as high as 5,000. When they were fine, they would shrink in Shuozhou to cultivate steel and burn cement. When they were critical, they would immediately be a cavalry that was not inferior to the border riots.

As for other horse thieves, it was a bit exaggerated to say that they didn't have one, but the recent one was five hundred miles away and he didn't dare to cross the border at all. If he dared to come over, he would be wiped out by the people sent by Li Muyun in less than five days.

It is precisely because of this that Shuozhou has become the safest trade route on the northern border. Countless merchants who have transactions with the grassland are all concentrated here for safety. Although tolls are required to be paid, compared with being robbed of all the goods and losing their lives by horse thieves, the tolls are not much money.

After hearing his son's explanation, Cheng Yaojin didn't know what to say. The largest group of horse thieves in Shuozhou actually belonged to the government. What's wrong with this world? Moreover, the safety of the commercial road is actually maintained by horse thieves, and he doesn't know what the border army is doing.
Chapter completed!