The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1115 Yingqu Water Transformation [Please subscribe*Please vote]

"Being able to command 20,000 people is not bad, what else do you want?"

Yan Yan felt somewhat helpless. Since when had a general who could command an army of 20,000 been looked down upon by others?

An army of 20,000 would be considered a main force no matter where it is placed. In the entire Qin Dynasty and Bingzhou, there are only a few places that can muster two qualified army commanders, and each of them is a top general in the army.

This is not an era of war, where you can't easily mobilize tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops.

Now Qin Bing only retained part of the standing troops. Each garrison had as many as five or six thousand men, and as few as a few hundred.

That is to say, large camps such as Lishan Guard and Yulin Guard, which are responsible for protecting the security of the royal capital, would have a staff of more than 10,000 people.

Therefore, a general with 20,000 men actually has to command several garrisons.

"What's more, if you really hand over tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of soldiers to Jianglu, you'd better sleep with your eyes open at night!"

Yan Yan continued to speak with a smile.

Which king can sleep well when a prince who is eligible to inherit the throne has tens or even hundreds of thousands of troops under his command?

Fusu also realized that the people they met were all ruthless and famous generals who could easily command tens or hundreds of thousands of troops, so they forgot that being able to command 20,000 people was already the limit for many people.

"How is Wu Rui?" Fusu continued to ask.

Wu Rui was someone they had forcibly abducted, so he felt a little embarrassed.

"I gave it to you on purpose!" Yan Yan rolled his eyes.

Wu Rui grew up in Changsha and Jiujiang since he was a child and was quite famous for his talent in the local area. The Tan Tai family was also very familiar with the local customs, so Wu Rui was able to thrive in Changsha and Jiujiang, but he might not be able to adapt to the local climate if he went to Bingzhou.

What's more, Bingzhou prefers to use its own locals as officials rather than outsiders to occupy high positions.

This is not good for the stability of the country.

Just like when the Qin Dynasty unified the world, most of the officials were still the children of the old Qin families.

You can say that the system of hereditary aristocracy has limitations, but you have to admit that it is the best and most appropriate system in the current environment.

At least before knowledge became popularized and the aristocratic families' control over knowledge was broken, these people were the only ones who had the experience and ability to manage the local area.

"Emperor!" When Yan Yan was chatting with Fusu, Ying Qushui suddenly appeared at the banquet and went straight to Yan Yan.

"?" Yan Yan looked at Ying Qushui in surprise. He could feel that there seemed to be something wrong with Ying Qushui's condition.

"Senior, what's this?" Yan Yan asked doubtfully.

As a universally recognized swordsman, Ying Qushui should not be unable to control his sword intent. However, Ying Qushui is now surrounded by sword intent and no one can get within three steps of him.

"Forcing the nine swords to combine into one allowed me to see some things, but I still failed!" Although Ying Qushui said these words with regret, there was no regret on his face. Instead, he was full of joy.

Perhaps this is what it means to hear the truth in the morning and be willing to die in the evening.

I have seen the future of kendo, and even if I cannot continue on this path, it is still worth being happy.

"What did the senior see?" Yan Yan became even more curious.

The so-called immortals are what they use to deceive the world.

But now Ying Qushui has seen a higher realm, maybe it is really the realm of immortals.

Moreover, after experiencing the ancient kingdom of Loulan ascending to heaven overnight, Yan Yan began to doubt whether there really were immortals in the world.

"It can only be understood, not expressed in words or described!" Ying Qushui shook his head mysteriously. He wanted to say it, but he couldn't explain it clearly and couldn't describe it in words at all.

"I'm going to die!" Ying Qushui's words caused a huge uproar.

"It's time to die!" Yan Yan hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. Ying Qushui can be said to have lived from the time of King Huiwen of Qin to the present, and has long exceeded the lifespan limit of ordinary people.

Now, he could also feel that Ying Qushui had the tendency to become a Taoist.

“Your Majesty, do you know why there are so many people using swords in the world today, but so few who can become grand masters?” Ying Qushui sat down next to Yan Yan.

Fusu was also forced out of the table by the sword intent of Ying Qushui and could only sit far away.

There was no one else within three feet of the two of them.

A green aura also emanated from Yan Yan's body, enveloping the two of them. Outsiders could no longer hear or see their voices or figures.

"Because of my existence, the sword path has been cut off!" Ying Qushui said while drinking to himself.

"Everyone in the world who studies swords, whether they are Mohists, Confucians, Taoists, or the schools of diplomacy, military, or agriculture, will eventually follow my path of swordsmanship."

Yan Yan nodded. He had to admit that in terms of swordsmanship, Ying Qushui had surpassed everyone else.

"So, I plan to pass on what I have seen, so that future generations can continue to move forward based on my bones!" Ying Qushui said seriously.

"Senior, are you planning to retire from the battlefield and return the sword art to the world?" Yan Yan was stunned.

Luck is something that cannot be touched or seen, but it does exist.

For example, Ying Qushui obtained the luck of swordsmanship, so he was far ahead of others in swordsmanship.

"Yes, I plan to travel all over China in my final time and return the luck of swordsmanship to the world!" Ying Qushui said with a smile.

"Qin agrees?" Yan Yan was puzzled.

It is said to be luck, but in fact it can also be seen as a kind of inheritance.

For example, if Ying Qushui left everything in Qin, then only the Qin people would benefit, not the world.

Now Ying Qushui wants to travel around the world and pass on his swordsmanship, which may also be a way to return the fortune of swordsmanship to the world.

"They can't stop me!" Ying Qushui said with a smile.

Yan Yan nodded again, this was true.

With Ying Qushui's cultivation level, no one in the entire Qin State could stop him even if he was dying.

What's more, the Qin State has already unified China, so there is no reason not to allow Ying Qushui to pass on the sword art to China.

"So why did you come to see me, senior?" Yan Yan wondered.

"Seal the Emperor's martial arts!" Ying Qushui said with a smile.

“???” Yan Yan’s eyes widened, totally unable to understand what Ying Qushui meant.

But Ying Qushui was a swordsman after all, and his speed of attack was too fast, and it was a sneak attack, so Yan Yan was caught off guard for a moment.

So Ying Qushui placed his palm on Yan Yan's Dantian, and the sword intent in his body condensed and rushed into Yan Yan's Dantian madly, instantly forming a sword intent cage that sealed Yan Yan's Dantian.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have no choice but to do this!" After doing all this, Ying Qushui bowed in apology.

"He Guanzi is a Taoist and will not take the initiative to participate in the dispute between the two countries. But the Emperor is different. The Emperor's martial arts are too high. If Qin and Bing go to war, no one can stop the Emperor. And I am going to die. I can't let Qin still have such a threat!"

Ying Qushui explained in a low voice why he did this.

"This matter has nothing to do with anyone else. It was all my doing and thinking!"

"If the Emperor is angry, I am willing to bear the responsibility."

(End of this chapter)