As for warriors, not to mention county magistrates, even county magistrates look down upon them.

As a martial artist, unless you belong to a noble family and are a general, you have been trained since childhood and have been bathed in medicine continuously, then you can hope to achieve the position of a great master.

Otherwise, they are all cannon fodder.

Civilian warriors are full of loopholes in their practice, and they lag behind the imperial court by a hundred years and the army by two hundred years.

A martial artist of the ninth level acquired the day after tomorrow, in the eyes of the people, he is majestic and the leader of the gang.

The imperial court only needs a group of soldiers, wearing armor and going into battle, to beat them to death.

If you are promoted to the innate realm and your internal energy is generated by yourself, you will be called a hundred enemies on the battlefield, and you will be considered a high-level cannon fodder.

To the imperial court, an enemy of a hundred people was a joke.

How many resources are needed to train an innate master, which can bankrupt a small sect, and how many resources are needed to train a hundred ordinary soldiers.

It's just a few kilograms of rice and a few pennies.

The imperial court can use its life to kill the innate masters. The greatest advantage of the imperial court is that there are many people, and humanity is the way to gather the crowd!

As for the innate masters, great masters, and even the supreme great masters.

The power of the soul has been touched, and the soul is the most fragile and can be broken by the dragon's energy.

Another imperial edict, regardless of whether you are a master, a grand master, or a supreme grand master, all your soul power will be suppressed, leaving only your physical body.

Then rely on the tactics of the sea of ​​​​people to slowly wear him to death. Even the supreme master is still a human being and will die of exhaustion.

Of course, the imperial court had an attitude of pulling and beating against masters above the master level.

After all, if a supreme grandmaster is killed, an army will be gone, which will greatly deplete the national strength.

It would be more cost-effective to use gold, silver and jewelry to attract fame and fortune.

……………

In a courtyard, a gray-haired old man solemnly said: "Do you understand what I said?!"

"There is no future for warriors, at least no future in Xianxiong!"

In front of them were a man and a woman, both looking very depressed and helpless, with a hint of anger.

The young man clenched his fists and thought unwillingly: "Teacher, can it be that our Qingshan Sect's revenge will never be avenged?!"

"Revenge, how to take revenge..."

The white-haired old man stared at the sky and suddenly remembered a scene many years ago.

A weak civil servant and a group of mortal soldiers destroyed the Millennium Qingshan Sect.

The tyranny of the dragon spirit was engraved in his mind, and even now when he thinks about it... he doesn't dare to move, so he can only suffer death...

"Brother, I'm sorry for you!"

"Gone, the thousand-year-old green mountains are gone!"

…

Thinking, thinking, the white-haired old man covered his face and cried bitterly, because he knew that revenge would never be possible in this life.

Passing on the Qingshan Sect's Taoist tradition is already the greatest luxury.

"Teacher, since there is no future as a warrior, what about our Qingshan sect's original Qi-training soul technique?!"

Compared to the man's incompetent rage, the woman's mind was more delicate, and she suddenly thought of another path.

The white-haired old man stopped sobbing, looked at the woman, and said with slight relief: "It's good that you can think of this. Maybe you will pass on my Qingshan Taoism in the future."

"As for you brat." The old man looked at his male apprentice, sighed and said: "You are too angry and think about revenge. It is easy for the government to notice you. You must restrain yourself from now on, otherwise...sigh...

…”

"Yes..." the man gritted his teeth and replied.

The old man nodded, then looked at the female apprentice and said slowly: "Do you know why our Qingshan sect wants to rebel?"

The woman said with hatred: "It's that tyrant who wants to collect all the secret books in my sect and end my Qingshan Taoism."

"No..." the old man shook his head and said: "If this is really the case, I, the Qingshan Sect, will bear it. The secret book was created by humans."

"The secret book of the ancestor has been taken away. As long as Tao Tong is there, there may not be a peerless genius who can create another classic book."

"Then why do we resist the violent hero?" The male disciple said in surprise. He always thought that the Qingshan Sect was exterminated to protect the founder's scriptures.

The old man's eyes were deep and he said quietly: "Although the Qingshan Sect and Baoxiong are at odds with each other, I have to admit that the current Xiongshihuang is a heroic hero with great talents and strategies!"

"Back then, Emperor Xiong Shi Huang collected hundreds of schools and banned sects in order to monopolize the power to practice law. From the time of Emperor Xiong I, the right to practice law belonged to the imperial court."

"And our sects can only reserve one or two inheritance cultivation quotas."

"The rest of the places can only be obtained by participating in Baoxiong's imperial examination."

"To recruit the world's most talented people into the imperial court, haha, what an ambition, and he really realized it..."

When the old man said these words, his tone was one of hatred, admiration, or helplessness.

The female disciple's eyes were full of shock. She regained consciousness for a long time and couldn't help but said: "Xiong Shihuang attaches so much importance to the right to practice law, can practicing Qi really overthrow Baoxiong?!"

"Of course you can." The old man said resolutely: "The highest level of Qi training and law cultivation is that of an immortal."

"Do you know why the violent hero is called the immortal hero?!"

"It's because of Xiongshihuang that he has become an immortal!

"This, this, this..."

Both the female disciple and the male disciple's eyes were filled with despair at this moment.

The First Emperor is an immortal, how is that possible?!

The realm that I have been pursuing so hard, but that is unattainable, has been achieved by the enemy.

Is there anything more desperate than this in the world?!

"So, my teacher hopes that you will pass on the Taoism and don't think about revenge."

"As long as it's passed on, it'll be fine..."

The old man murmured: "As long as it can be passed on..."

"Then Master, where are we going now?"

The male disciple asked quickly. Different from his previous ambition, he was now terrified. He just wanted to escape, far away, at least away from this immortal journey.

The old man took a deep look at the male disciple and said slowly: "Let's go to the main city of Nanyang."

"As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place."

"Qinglong, Mingyu, let's go."

The two disciples nodded and returned to the mortal world to pack their things.

…

The male disciple Qinglong faces south, the female disciple Mingyu faces north, and the old man watches silently.

After a while, he sighed and walked out towards the north.

Standing outside the female disciple's house, she said slowly for a long time: "Mingyue, where are you going?"

The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from the house, and the female disciple sobbed: "Master, please let me go. I don't want to practice anymore. I want to go home..."

"I promise not to disclose your whereabouts, just let me go... I am just practicing for fun..."

The old man pushed the door open and walked in. He looked at the female disciple who had been in school for three months and sighed: "Mingyu, why are you so stupid? We are rebelling, not playing house."

"You shouldn't have come in the first place..."

…………

"Master, where is Mingyu?"

Qinglong looked at his master standing alone in the courtyard and couldn't help but curiously asked

The old man smiled calmly: "It's not safe for us to walk together, so I asked her to take another path."

Qinglong nodded confusedly.

The old man raised the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

Sure enough, what the senior brother said is right, as long as the superior wisdom and inferior foolishness remain unchanged, the middle wisdom will be confused.

"Qinglong, let's go. Your senior sister will go to the main city of Nanyang, and I will take you to Xuan'an County."
Chapter completed!