Jiangchu, Shennongjia, Chunshuiling Dafu Mausoleum, above the wide stone steps outside the tomb.

The 10 magistrates selected in the year of Gengzi, the five who were on duty on duty were standing under the sparse starlight, guarding the spirits for the old ancestors.

However, humans die for power and wealth, and birds die for food in their nests.

Everyone struggled to beat the wheels, and they finally won the screen birds who were proud of themselves and endured their hard work for a whole year. Naturally, the purpose was not to keep the door for a dead ghost's coffin.

When I think that the new Mausoleum Guard will be liberated in a few days, and the army selected into the Chunshui Army will become a general with a hundred or even a thousand people, I can't help but feel itchy.

I don't feel like I was drooping when I was vigilant. My eyes were glowing, and my smile could not be hidden.

However, there are exceptions in everything. One of the five people looked older, dark-skinned, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his face was full of seriousness, standing straight like a green pine rooted in the ground, motionless.

Military appearance is cleaned up.

If it was blue and white, and when tourists were crowded, any ordinary person who had received a few weeks of military training could do this.

But within a few kilometers, except for wheat seedlings in the fields, there is no ghost in the middle of the night, and it is not something that ordinary people can do.

A thin Lingwei, who was standing like a plate, could not help but curl his lips, and looked at another short Lingwei with a good relationship on his right hand, made his head look like his brain was squeezed by the door, and laughed happily.

The short lingwei seemed to be inconsistent with the dark young man, but he was a little serious. He couldn't help but laugh silently, then woke up and waved his hand quietly to let the thin lingwei not cause any trouble.

Unexpectedly, this action aroused the thin and thin Lingwei, and he was filled with anger. It was obvious that when we were on duty according to the discipline, we should be at least 5 positions apart, and we should not make noise at will.

But he went straight to the short guard and said, "You guy is a little promising, how can you still be so timid?

In the last 3 days, I was the official who was the value star to write exercises.

I, Meng Haoqing, dare not say anything else, but at least I still have the friendship between me and comrades.

I will never use chicken feathers as a command arrow like others, step on other people's heads and squeeze upwards, delaying the future of my brothers."

His voice was not very loud, but it was heard far in this empty night. Not to mention the other guards on both sides, even standing in the square below, I was afraid that I could hear it.

The short Lingwei suddenly became bitter when he heard this, and he suppressed his voice and persuaded him urgently: "Old Meng, I know you are angry, but everyone knows Feng Qing is very strict in his work.

He was not complaining about the crime, but his turn to be a judge, and he was doing his job in business..."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and his face became unhesitant and gritted his teeth, "Oh, it is logical that everyone is brother of the same period, and they will support each other in the army in the future.

He shouldn't have done so well just because of a small matter. He almost relegated to a team official. It's not that you have always been unhappy.

But after all, everyone is a comrade of the same group of Lingwei. You can't tear each other apart and let others laugh at it, and it will also delay your future.

Anyway, if we take up military positions in a few days, we will have our own places to go and there is no need to spend the whole day together.

You just bear it, well, bear it for a few more days.”

The thin and thin guards blew out an evil fire, and their chests felt much more comfortable. At this time, they had a step down and did not make any more trouble. They said with a face: "You Feng Chuangdou will be able to get along with Ximu and have a good relationship with you."

I don’t know the true truth, but I can’t believe it even if I beat you to death. I turned out to be a level 3 warrior in my early 20s.

OK, just for your genius boy's face, I will hold back this and say something happy.

You said that after completing this year, our batch will be distributed to that unit to do things. If it is a feather cavalry, it would be the best.

Always accompany the Lord, he will be treated well and promoted quickly.

The Fighter Army is also good. Although they have to patrol the territory all day long, the allowance is sufficient, and there are more opportunities to make a breakthrough in actual combat.

I am afraid that I will be assigned to the 'Dayingpan' to manage the militia, and even if I give a thousand generals, I will not have much energy."

"We are all foreigners, and we have no foundation in Chunshuiling," the short Lingwei smiled bitterly when he heard this, "I don't have a capable family background, so wherever I get, I can only leave it to fate.

Speaking of which, this is the difference between being a military gang among the people and becoming an officer and soldier in the face of officials.

For the martial arts group, with our cultivation qualifications and current strength level, we can still have some say.

Moreover, if you earn more, you are more free, but the danger is high and there is no guarantee. If something happens, everything is likely to be cleared.

Are officers and soldiers? It’s relatively safer, but the superiors and subordinates are clear. What does the superiors say, we have to listen to it like this.

But you don’t have to bear the basic cultivation materials yourself. You can live a generous life even if you can’t afford it.

Sugar cane is not sweet at both ends.

What's more, today is not as bad as before. Now Shennongjia is so depressed that it is already considered to be able to get a job in a place like Chunshui.

As he was talking, he suddenly heard a dull sound from the mausoleum room behind him, and he couldn't help but choke.

The tomb of the ancestors led by Chunshui was not the official bank. Because there was no coffin seal and the burial objects were almost zero.

Unless you have an irreconcilable hatred with the ancestor Chunshui, want to kill the corpse and vent your anger, or have a crazy mind, night travel, and walk into the tomb, under common sense, no one will be willing to take the risk of disturbing the dead.

Therefore, I feel that the ancestors of the Lingwei have been guarding the tomb for nearly 20 years, and they have also guarded the tomb room for a year. Nothing happened has happened. The symbolic significance of the rotation is far greater than the actual significance. It is just a short Lingwei who is just a short Lingwei blinked, and seemed to be a little unbelieving in his ears.

He asked his thin peers around him and said, "Lao Meng, have you heard it? There seems to be some movement in the mausoleum room?"

As he finished speaking, the thin and thin guard had not spoken yet. He had just stood aside and let others talk, but he had not spoken a word and his face remained unchanged. Suddenly, he said in a deep voice: "I heard it so sincerely, there was a sound in the mausoleum room.

Meng Lingwei, you are the star of the night, please give the order."

"Hey." The short Lingwei was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then woke up from his duties, and ordered in a solemn voice: "Then Feng Qing, no, you go into the cemetery with me to take a look.

Others were on standby, beware of the enemy's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, destroy the mausoleum square, and lose the face of the Chunshuiling butler.

Also, if an accident occurs when the implementation is really done, once you feel that you can’t stand it, you can immediately send an alarm for help. Never be afraid that it will reduce the number of small things like silence, which will delay the big things!"
Chapter completed!