So, how do you judge your attitude? How do you judge that your attitude is right? ”

"Origin, race, three views." Huang Zheng smiled and pointed at Joan of Arc, "Let's take you as an example, you are French, serving France is a matter of irritability, and about the British who invaded France, you don't have to think about their feelings, knock them back and kill them, so that they will never dare to invade your homeland again, you are a hero." To put it more broadly, as a human being, you should fight for human beings, and all the foreign races and even human beings who stand on the side of hatred are your enemies, and it is your responsibility and responsibility as a human being to kill them all. ”

"But wouldn't that be too much of a deal?"

"Of course not, because battles have always been unreasonable, all battles come from strengths, and all the fighting characters can be summed up in eight words."

"Which eight words?"

"My hero, his sinner."

"My hero, his sinner......" Joan of Arc muttered these eight words, frowning slightly, with a thoughtful expression, until after a while, she seemed to have a clear idea, looked at Huang Zheng again, and said strongly: "Lord, I have made up my mind, I want to enlist in the army!" ”

"Enlisted? Isn't that something that has been decided a long time ago? ”

"Yes, but I haven't made up my mind in the past, but this time, I won't swing the slightest bit." The girl said this, her clear and pretty eyes looked directly into Huang Zheng's eyes, and there was no hedgehog shrinkage.

She was probably expected to use this method to confess her intentions, Huang Zheng nodded, "Since you have decided to enlist in the army, have you decided to enlist in the army in a similar way?" ”

"How to enlist?" Joan of Arc was stunned.

"yes, don't you think it's a casual thing?" Huang Zheng spread his hands and said, "In my opinion, there are two ways to enlist in the army, the first is to protect the army, your father is a lizheng in the village, and he is also a petty official, he is qualified to recommend young people in the village to enlist in the army, but if you don't have a sufficient background, then you must start from the grassroots level, until three or five years later, from a small soldier to a knight, but ...... Not to mention whether France has so much time and so on, what is more tense is, as a girl, how can the army negotiate with you? ”

"However, I heard that there are also a few women in the French team......"

"Do you know what those women do?" Huang Zheng interrupted her, looked at the girl's blank gaze, and said, "The military career is extremely rigid, many soldiers are often unable to leave the garrison post for several years, nor can they go home, let alone see their relatives, at this time, not only their minds, but also their bodies need comfort, and most of the women in the army are composed of prostitutes...... So, you should be clear, right? ”

"This ......" Joan of Arc's face flushed suddenly, although she was only a village girl, but what the prostitute was used for, she could understand it, she only thought that her body was hot, her head was lowered, and she was so humiliated that she wanted to get into the bed.

"And what about the second method?" After a moment, Joan of Arc looked up again and asked.

"It's wooing." Huang Zheng looked indifferent, "Take the lead by yourself, form a queue, and when you break through the inevitable reputation, your existence will be noticed by the state, and at that time, the royal family and nobles of the country will probably draw you into the army." Even if you can't wait, you can also nominate yourself, but no matter what, you must have enough power and fame, because no matter what time or country, only the strong can really have the right to speak. ”

“…… I'm clear. Joan of Arc thought about it carefully, and in all respects, the second method was more suitable for her, because even she was clear, no one would let a lonely and nameless village girl give instructions to the army, "Then, how do I form my own ranks?" ”

Huang Zheng smiled, "I'm just providing you with a little bit of life history as an elder, as for the detailed manipulation, you need to think about it yourself and implement it." ”

"Is this a test for me?"

"Sort of."

"I see." Although Huang Zheng refused to reply, Joan of Arc was not discouraged at all, because she could feel the Lord's expectations of her, her heart was doubly excited, she looked at Huang Zheng with sincere eyes, "Lord, I have a rash request, I hope you can answer it." ”

"Say it."

Joan of Arc had a look of wanting to speak, and finally gathered up her courage and said intermittently, "Teach me...... I can touch ...... Your body? ”

Well?

Although it was a little unclear why she made such a request, Huang Zheng stretched out his hand, "Of course." ”

Then, Joan of Arc cautiously stretched out her hand and put it on the back of Huang Zheng's hand. Although Huang Zheng is a spirit body, he can't even be seen by the rest of the people, but because of the relationship between Zuo Zheng, Joan of Arc can touch him.

"A warm body is not an existence that cannot be involved......"

People don't know, before the ghost knows it, the girl is already lying prone in Huang Zheng's arms, her eyes closed, and her face shows a happy and stable expression, "It's reassuring and warm, this is the Lord, just like a mother...... Ah, in that case, I won't have to fear anything...... No matter how many sins are riddled with......"

Gradually, the girl fell asleep in Huang Zheng's arms, revealing a well-proportioned breathing sound.

"Father, I'm going to enlist!"

Early the next morning, Joan of Arc found her father, Jacques, and told her about her ambitions.

Jacques was not surprised, as if he had known that something would happen to him, but looking at the unwavering look in his daughter's eyes, he was silent for a while, "Have you decided?" Even if you have the care of the gods, the battlefield is extremely cruel, and you will not be opened to the side just because you are a girl, and you will encounter more obstacles on this road than everyone else. ”

"Yes, I have resolved, even though what I face will be infinite tribulation."

"In that case, I won't stop you anymore." Jacques was undoubtedly an open father, and although he could see that he was extremely reluctant to let his only girl go into battle, he would not restrain her, and he had already considered this day when Joan of Arc revealed her miraculous skills, "Although I am only a petty officer in the village, I have a few people around me in the army, and if I tell them about your achievements, it will be about the right time to ......"

"No, father." Before Jacques could finish speaking, Joan of Arc shook her head and said, "I'm hopefully forming my own queue first." ”

"Own queue?" Jacques was stunned, as a native of the Middle Ages, he had limited vision, and he would not have the same thoughts as Huang Zheng to open up another path, but after Joan of Arc answered, he quickly understood, "I see...... Indeed, with your skills, if you start from the bottom, it will be too extravagant, if you can make a certain reputation first, you can also provoke the country to face it, which is a good idea, but even if all the young people in our village go out with you, there will be less than 100 people, and it will not be able to lead to a formal queue ...... at all."

"Is that really the case?" Joan of Arc bowed her head, she had considered this question many times, but she had no good ideas in a row, which made her think that she was ashamed of the Lord's expectations.

"Don't be in a hurry, enlisting in the army is not a matter of time and a half, so let's go and gather the people around me and discuss it well." Jacques laughed, patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder, and didn't care about breakfast, and immediately walked out of the house.

As a father, since he is willing to make peace with his daughter to fulfill her ambitions and ambitions, then he will give him the best support to do his best, and he will probably be of little use in the future battles, but at least in this initial stage, he may be able to help a little.

Jacques is the head of the village, usually has to work things like taxes, and his prestige in Donremi Village is quite high, and this matter is related to Joan of Arc, so he quickly gathered a group of relatively young and virtuous people in the village, and then a group of people gathered at the original tax office to discuss how to help the village collect a queue.

These people have nothing to say about Joan of Arc's enlistment, and they also praise her for having a better way out of the country after she has the inevitable power, but the warriors are not fabricated to fall, not to mention that the battle between Britain and France has lasted for a hundred years, even a few bandits and bandits have been absorbed by the state, and where to get new fighters, after discussing for a long time, they have not come up with a good way.

And just when everyone was almost searching for dry intestines, one of the white men present said: "In fact, you can still consider it from the village, and it is not only our Dongremi Village that is facing the same suffering. ”

Bai Chau's words, others have not yet come to the clear, but Jacques suddenly brightened, instinctively slapped the table up, "That's right, this is it!" ”

Looking at the blank expression of Joan of Arc next to everyone, Jacques took out the map, spread it on the table, and said with a smile: "Our Dongremy village is located in the northeast of France, and the neighboring north has almost completely been occupied by the British army, our village can be said to be helpless, and there are a few villages next to it, their living conditions are even more difficult than ours, and they are facing the threat of British invasion at this time, at this time, if someone can raise their arms and shout......"

Hearing this, all the people came to their senses and looked at Joan of Arc.

At this time, the only one who can order the peasants to stand up and resist is Joan of Arc, although most people know that the peasant soldiers are invincible, even if they have the same armament, the right army they want to resist is still much worse, but if it is Joan of Arc who leads this detachment, the environment will be completely different...... Just like yesterday, facing a team of 500 horses, didn't they win or win!

"That's a good idea, then it's imperative, let's go to the rest of the villages immediately."

"Let me go." Joan of Arc stood up.

"Nope." Jacques shook his head and said to Joan of Arc, "Joan of Arc, my daughter, although the queue has not yet been formed, you are a general from now on, you must adapt to your new identity as soon as possible, to clarify what a general should do, and gather the rest of the village for us to do." ”

"Well, Jacques was right." An old man stood up, "The village chief of Ai Lei Village has some friendship with me, so I'll go on a run over there, and I have to shout to the young men in our village, Joan of Arc will form a queue, and it won't just rely on the people in the queue, our village will at least have a little bit of green and strong." ”

"If you have weapons and armor, you have to deal with it." At this time, the person who spoke was the village blacksmith, "Although in the first two battles, we seized a lot of weapons and armor, and there was no problem in supplying a queue of hundreds of people, but there was no suitable for Joan of Arc, during this time, the old leader tried my best to create a pair of armor and weapons more suitable for Joan of Arc!" ”

In an instant, almost all the people were mobilized, some went to contact the other villages, some went to build weapons, and some went to gather the young and strong people in their own villages, but only Joan of Arc seemed to have nothing to do, and she didn't seem to be able to help with these things, so in order to show gratitude, and at the same time worried that a few Bai Chau would have an accident on the road, she deliberately summoned the bipedal wyverns who stopped outside the village at both ends and ordered them to guard along the bottom.

Since then, the entire village of Dongremi has been filled with a bustling air.

And Joan of Arc, who had nothing to do, did not forget her cultivation, and every night she would still follow Huang Zheng to the uninhabited river and refine her body with moonlight.

This use is self-evident, and as a member of the family, Joan of Arc has a personal taste. After reaching the pure body of the Lord, she found that not only did her skills become surprisingly great, but even her eyes became doubly sharp, and within a hundred meters, even a fly flew by, she could see clearly, and within the same distance, even the slightest movement could escape her ears.

And this is just the performance inside, what makes her feel even more incredible is that she finds that her appetite has become smaller, even if she doesn't eat or drink for a day and night, she won't feel grieved, and under the moonlight, infinite energy can emerge in her body. With the use of this energy, all the dirt faded from her body, and even if she was not intentionally stained with mud and dust, she did not need to wipe it herself, but actively scattered along her skin, leaving no trace of it.

This kind of change in constitution, apart from the power of the Lord, Joan of Arc has not thought of a second approximation.

In the moonlight, looking at herself reflected in the water, Joan of Arc couldn't help but be a little dazed, less than ten days had passed, but what had happened in this period had completely surpassed her imagination.

"If all goes well, the next day, the white men who have gone out should return."

Huang Zheng gently floated in front of Joan of Arc, his gaze did not stop for too long on the girl's almost perfect body, no matter how pretty things were, once they saw too much, they would be common. Compared to the initial shyness, Joan of Arc can gradually bear this situation to face the emperor, from the moment he signed the left ticket, this body has been dedicated to the Lord.

Following......

The next day the Baisuo will return, and they will bring their own procession, and then they will leave the village and officially embark on the journey to join the army...... Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but feel a little excited and a little uneasy in her heart.

"Although I shouldn't have interfered too much in your affairs, but ......" Huang Zheng raised his head and looked at the vague night in the distance, he always thought that something ominous was gradually growing, it was an existence that even couldn't be detected at all, "Just in case, I'll give you a gift all night when you're about to travel." ”

As he spoke, Huang Zheng's toes lightly stepped on the surface of the river, and the river spread out in all directions, waving faint ripples, flashing a trace of green light, and then, countless black fine sand appeared from the slightly green vortex.

"What is this?" Joan of Arc's eyes widened suddenly, whether it was the green vortex or the black sand, she could vaguely feel the extremely powerful power.

Huang Zheng stretched out his hand, and the black sand gradually gathered in his palm......

"Its predecessor was the Spear of Destiny."

The spear of fate, in order to fight against the death, once had a weapon given to him by the demon, and in the battle with Zeus, this weapon also collapsed together. If the Broken Knife is the meaning of integrating the fire into the Origin, then the Spear of Destiny is the essence of transforming the Origin, and it is precisely because of this Spear of Destiny that the Broken Knife ability exists in the center of the Origin at a low level, which also allows his plan to be carried out smoothly.

But I have to say that the spear of fate is worthy of the existence that even a broken knife does not dare to eat, even the origin cannot completely collapse it, and these fine sand are the parts that the spear of fate does not recognize...... If we talk about quality alone, they are even above the source.

It is also Emperor Zheng, who can extract them from the infinite sea of origin.

Eventually, the sand condensed into a sheathed crosssword with a long black handle.

"Now, it's your sword."

Huang Zheng handed the sword to Joan of Arc's hand.

Huang Zheng is the origin, and this part of the fine sand recognized by the spear of fate cannot be integrated into the origin, and it is also a skill that he cannot use, but Joan of Arc can probably carry forward part of its power.

"This ...... Is it really okay to give me such a precious thing? Joan of Arc solemnly held the black sword in both hands, with a flattered expression on her face.

"It's okay, I can't use this thing."

"So, what's its name?"

"Name......" Joan of Arc's question reminded Huang Zheng, if he remembered correctly, whether it was Joan of Arc in the official history or Joan of Arc in the history of the moon, there was a holy sword named St. Catherine, but from beginning to end, Joan of Arc never pulled it out, because that sword is the same as Arash's treasure - if my sword (arrow) goes down, we will all die!

But now, the world has been transformed by him, and before him is neither the canon of Joan of Arc nor the history of the moon, or the history of the moon, or rather, the history of the White Moon, Joan of Arc neither heard the voice of God by the river nor picked up the legendary sword in St. Catherine's church...... Even if he really picked it up in the future, he would dispose of it, so it would be extremely inappropriate to call the Holy Sword of St. Catherine again.

Since it is a condensation of part of the Yinghua that has experienced the spear of fate, it is about good to call it the sword of fate, but it is just a change of word, and I always feel that it is not sincere, if it is known by the demon, it is estimated that I will laugh at myself for not having the talent to choose a name...... Well, there you have it!

Huang Zheng looked at Joan of Arc fixedly, with a solemn expression, "...... night, let's call it the eternal night of fate. ”

"Sword of Destiny Night......?" Joan of Arc muttered the name, and looked at the dark cross sword in her hand. In the darkness of eternal night, to determine the fate of the future, this is the purpose of this name, and on the eve of my military service, the Lord specially gave such a name, is it not to warn me, let me use this sword to cut off all confusion, and force me forward?

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc's gaze at Huang Zheng once again filled the worship ...... Even if you don't say anything, you know that you are still uneasy, and it is so great to be motivated by this!

Therefore, Joan of Arc held this precious fate in her bosom and said reverently, "Thank you Lord for your education, and for giving me such a nervous treasure when my heart is at a loss, so that the Lord may rest assured that I will never use this sword from now on." ”

"Huh?"

Now, under the inspiration of the Lord, I have cut off all the confusion, and if one day, I still need to use this sword, it means that I have a new confusion in my heart, and I have failed the Lord's education. And having received so many wishes and gifts from the Lord, how can I be at a loss any longer, for even if this sword is really used, it will be when Joan of Arc will give her life! ”

"Wait, wait! Are you misunderstanding something? "Huang Zheng looked confused, I gave you this sword, not for you to find a short-term view, but for you to use to kill the enemy, what the hell is it to cut off the dazed?

"No, Joan of Arc has never had such a revival of the use of the Lord, and this must be the time when I am closest to the Lord. The Lord once said, "Let me not question myself, but strengthen my faith and ideas," and Joan of Arc believed that this must be the will that the Lord had conveyed to me...... Oh, thank you for the Lord's gift, and I will commit myself to it! Joan of Arc knelt lightly on the surface of the river, holding the sword in both hands, resting it on her chest, and closed her eyes slightly in prayer.

“……”

Huang Zheng has a black line, damn mentally retarded!

When she saw Joan of Arc for the first time, Huang Zheng had already seen that she had one of the most fatal shortcomings. It is not the Virgin, although Joan of Arc also has a Virgin, even when faced with dead enemies, she will hold confessions for them, but this is only out of her kindness, and this kindness is located after the attitude, in other words: she will kill the enemies of the world without mercy, and when the enemies die, she will treat all the dead equally.

Joan of Arc's shortcomings were not ignorance, and although she was not even illiterate, she had an intuition that could almost see through the future, which was enough to fill her lack of knowledge.

Her shortcomings are her tendon temper, which is called stubbornness when it sounds good, and dead brains when it is said that it is against her ears.

This kind of temper was not too much when she was still a village girl, due to the lack of pride, but as her skills grew stronger, and Huang Zheng frequently prompted her to be proud, gradually, when this kind of price view that she thought she was absolutely correct matured, she would no longer question herself, convinced that what she identified, and even became incomprehensible, and then went all the way to the dark.

At this time, even Huang Zheng is difficult to persuade to return, because if he says that her idea is wrong, then the correct view of the price that she has established will collapse, and once again return to constantly questioning her village girl's situation, but to say that she is right...... You're completely wrong!!

After thinking about it, in the end, Huang Zheng may not be too lazy to care, let her go. Although he expected Joan of Arc to be an obedient and well-behaved second daughter, he didn't want to smooth out her temper, let alone expect her to cause his own puppet, such an angular temper is the complete performance, besides...... Brainless, isn't it also a cute point?

Nothing happened all night.