Wang Chong actually felt that dating without marrying was not necessarily a bad thing. But the customs of this world did not permit it, so he could only heave a long sigh and gaze silently at the moon.
Oh, oh, oh-it was daylight now. The moon was already gone.
After breakfast, Wang Chong did not hurry to break camp. Instead, he taught another two hours of "Chinese." He found that telling stories did wonders for uniting the troops. After yesterday's session, people had been discussing them everywhere in camp, and some had even argued over them during breakfast. The atmosphere was remarkably harmonious, without the estrangement that might ordinarily arise from joining two separate forces.
After finishing his story, Wang Chong summoned the dozen or so best martial artists of the Yegeluo Clan and asked what martial arts they had learned. These men were not permitted to learn the Ice Soul Finger, much less lay a hand on the Ice Soul Divine Skill, which only the clan chief could read. They had each learned a few scattered scales and claws of incomplete arts, then filled in the gaps with their own ingenuity.
Wang Chong gathered these martial arts together and spent the morning creating a set of Eighteen Iron Horse and Ice River Strikes. He first taught it to the twenty captains, instructing them to pass it on to their soldiers once they had mastered it.
Seeing him create a martial art in a single morning, Su Luoyan grew very curious. She asked to see it, studied it for a while, and could not help saying, "This martial art is far too domineering."
Wang Chong chuckled. "In the army, staying alive comes first. We can't worry about going a little too far."
He had also incorporated a little of the