In the Huang Family Courtyard, cups and plates were in a mess.
Huang Qianhu looked at the purple-clad policeman Danjun who was leaving quickly, as if he had become a stone pillar, motionless.
"Amitabha."
"Servant, you shouldn't let him go." A kind-hearted old monk appeared from the shadows and said.
Seeing this old monk, Huang Qianhu stood up quickly and shouted respectfully:
"grown ups."
"If you call me sir, you will get angry." The old monk shook his head and said with some self-blame.
"When we were in Taizhou, we all ate from the same pot."
"You are still angry about what happened in the martial arts hall, and you are also angry that I did not settle this matter."
"Let Danjun come over and stir up trouble."
"The minister doesn't dare." Huang Qianhu shook his head quickly and said.
"It's because I don't dare, not because I'm not angry."
The old monk said calmly, but he didn't look dissatisfied at all.
"As the saying goes, if the name is not right, the words will not be right. If the Shenwei Army wants to rebel, there must be a suitable reason."
"The choice of the martial arts hall in Baixiang Town was also due to chance. I will not make any excuses."
"Master, do you still want to stop this war now?"
"If the Lord is determined to do so, the Minister will definitely follow, but..." Huang Qianhu was about to say something, but was interrupted by the old monk.
"This is enough."
"We are the Shenwei Army and we don't say those pretentious words."
"If you want to protect your daughter or your nephew, that's fine. It doesn't matter if you put them all on an offshore island."
Huang Qianhu listened to the old monk's words and knew that his persuasion had failed again this time.
"I understand what you want to say, but time waits for no one."
"When our old man dies, who will fight for the Divine Power Army?"
"The Divine Power Army will be dead by then, leaving only an empty shell that can be controlled by the imperial court."
Time can annihilate everything. No matter how many deeds of General Long are told in the martial arts hall, they are still unfamiliar to Chu Qianqiu and others.
They may miss General Long or regard him as a spiritual totem, but they will never truly fight for him.
"Sir, the Shenwei Army is still too weak to rebel..." Huang Qianhu advised bitterly.
I have said these words countless times, and now I have become numb.
The Divine Power Army is very powerful, but it can only corrupt the world and does not have the ability to overthrow the imperial court.
"Sir, there are ways to solve these problems."
"As long as the Divine Power Army is integrated from top to bottom, no city can be broken and nothing can be accomplished?"
"Isn't this how we succeeded all the way back then?"
The old monk continued, recalling the glory of the past and the glorious victories, which will make people addicted.
"I am willing to obey your orders." Huang Qianhu finally made up his mind.
Rather than continue to oppose and alienate the army, it is better to agree with your vision. At least this way, the chance of victory will be greater.
If this is a gamble with little hope, Huang Qianhu hopes that he can at least be by the adult's side and help him put down all the bets.
"very good."
"The flag of the Divine Power Army is watered with the blood of the enemy. This time, the life of the purple-robed policeman will be used as a memorial to the Divine Power Army's expedition."
"Yes, sir!"
"That's good, that's good."
"As long as the Shenwei Army works together, there is nothing we can't do, and the court will have to give us an explanation."
"After this battle is won, the new generation of the Divine Power Army will also remember their identity. This imprint is irreversible."
Seeing that Huang Qianhu finally unified his will, the old monk's mood obviously improved a lot, and there was a smile on Balsam Gua's face.
But before Huang Qianhu could take a breath, he changed the topic and mentioned the young talents in the martial arts hall.
"Minister, in recent years, you have been more involved in the affairs of the Wushu Hall. Who are some of the outstanding young talents?"
"If they don't take over the country, how can the Shenwei Army maintain its foundation?"
Huang Qianhu breathed a sigh of relief first, then shook his head and said
"Sir, the apprentices who are still studying in the martial arts hall are too young to be of great use now."
"There has been no large-scale war between the two countries in the past ten years, and naturally there are no truly outstanding talents in the army. However, Yang Guang, the son of Yang Wanhu, and Gu Rong, the son of Gu Qianhu, are both talented people in the army."
As a result, the old monk seemed not to be satisfied after hearing this, and said straight to the point:
"Servant, please don't hide anything from me."
"Didn't the hero give birth to a good son?"
"If I remember correctly, his name is Chu Qianqiu."
"He entered Xiantian when he was only sixteen years old. It is not a problem for him to go to Maha Temple for further study. He can kill Tie Qianshan by himself. When we were at his age, we did not have such ability."
"This time Dan Jun ran back as fast as a spark, fearing that his beloved godson Dan Yi, whom he raised to death, would be killed."
"That Dan Yi has already gone very far in the middle stage of Xiantian. He was the number one figure, but he was killed by Xiao Hu and Ying Hao's son together. It's really amazing."
The old monk was amazed, and at the same time showed his amazing intelligence network. It seemed that every move of Huang Qianhu was within his control.
"Sir! He is still ignorant -" Huang Qianhu's face turned a little pale. There was only one person in the Huang Mansion who could know this information.
"Okay, servant."
"I'm telling you this not to hold you accountable."
"He is a member of our Shenwei Army and a child of the army."
"If there is a chance, arrange for me to meet him."
"He is not a person who is willing to be lonely, otherwise he would not take the risk to kill Dan Yi."
"A warrior's greatest happiness is to kill his old enemies one by one on the battlefield."
"Use the sword to carry out your will throughout the world."
"You took good care of them."
"The eaglet is enjoying the sky, how can you imprison it in a cage?"
"Let go of the cage appropriately and let him fly higher and further."
The old monk is like a mountain, like an abyss, and as vast as the sky.
Huang Qianhu also couldn't understand how far Lord Dutong had gone in the realm of military prime minister. Maybe he was already close to the realm of General Long?
If this is the case, there is at least a glimmer of hope for the Shenwei Army's rebellion.
Thinking of this, Huang Qianhu became more confident and quickly agreed:
"Yes, sir! Your Majesty obeys your order."
The old monk seemed to notice the changes in his men, and the smile on his face became even wider.
"You don't have to worry about the purple-clad agent."
"He is already a dead man."
"The future Shenwu Dynasty will be decided by us."
"Let General Long return to the Shenwei Army and create a new era as he said back then."
After saying that, the old monk disappeared, and it seemed that everything that had just appeared was just an illusion of Huang Qianhu's.
"Sir, can we really create a new era?"
At the same time, in the basement of Fahua Temple, several new guests were welcomed.
One was Si Wuwei who was seriously injured and waiting to die. He seemed to have only one breath left and was using elixirs to hang himself.
One is Chu Qianqiu, a murderous maniac who is trying to find ways to extract the remaining value from Si Wuwei.
There is also a trembling Sai Baogong who was deceived by Chu Qianqiu.
"Master Sai, Wan asked you here specifically to redress his grievances to his parents."
"This Si Wuwei is a scoundrel who killed a fellow sect member. Mr. Magistrate, what do you think he should be punished for?"