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Chapter 114: The Martial Saint of the World
Three days later.

A large number of troops gathered outside Huanwen County.

Three carriages and hundreds of escorting soldiers formed a huge team.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"We are Lord Chen's subordinates."

"I know, so why are you following us?"

"Can we go together?"

"No."

The city gate.

Hundreds of soldiers looked at the convoy in bewilderment.

For Zhao Kang, Wang Li, Zhu Tong and others, after many bloody battles, they had long regarded Chen Sanshi as their backbone. If he was really thrown down, they might not even know what to do every day.

Li Qian, who was in charge of the escort, refused without hesitation: "No means no."

"Mr. Li Qian, can you please be flexible?"

Chen Sanshi came in person to plead: "I am going to the Eight Camps to select a vanguard. Even if the vanguard's ranking is not ideal, it will be a low-level general, and I will need more or less people under my command. At that time, I will not occupy the troops of Liangzhou, and I will continue to use them."

"Master Chen."

Li Qianzong said helplessly: "It's not that I don't make concessions, but this is the rule. They are all soldiers under the command of the Anding Prefecture Commandery. Now that the war is over, they should go back and wait for orders. How can they just leave? If so, won't it be a mess?"

"General Li Qian, I remember there are vacancies for soldiers in the Liangzhou Guard?"

Sun Li rushed over upon hearing the noise and said, "Why not transfer them to the Liangzhou Guard Station?"

"My eldest lady."

Li Qianzong smiled bitterly: "Why are you forcing me? Even if you want to transfer, you should go through the procedures, right?"

Chen Sanshi had a headache.

He knew that the other party was not deliberately making things difficult for him.

It really goes against the rules.

But he really couldn't bear to leave these people under his command.

These were the first batch of soldiers he brought out. Now they all had the determination to die in battle. He would be reluctant to abandon them.

"otherwise……"

Chen Sanshi looked at everyone and said, "Why don't you go back to Poyang and wait for me? I will try to get good results in the selection process, and then find a way to transfer you over. It will take at most half a year, and I promise I will transfer you over."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Let them go along."

Just when everyone was ready to say goodbye temporarily, an attendant appeared pushing a wooden wheelchair, on which sat a middle-aged Confucian scholar in a green gown, holding a book in his hands.

"General Fang!"

"Meet General Fang!"

Although he was a disabled scholar, General Li Qian and the others bowed respectfully to him when they saw him.

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

Sun Buqi's eyes lit up and he rushed forward: "You, why are you here?"

Fang Qingyun smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to take you and Junior Sister Li home."

"Where's my father?"

Sun Buqi looked around: "Is he here?"

"Come here, and leave again."

Fang Qingyun said calmly: "The old man is very busy, but he is impressed by you this time."

"Did my father see me killing the enemy?"

Sun Buqi was very excited and asked eagerly, "What did Dad say about me?"

Fang Qingyun smiled and said, "Master said that although you are useless, you still have some passion."

"That's it?"

Sun Buqi felt that it was not really a compliment to him.

Isn't this still useless?

"General Fang."

Li Qianzong said in confusion: "You just said you wanted to take them away? I'm afraid this is against the rules, right?"

"I wrote the memorial seven days ago and just received a reply today. Mr. Li Qian, please take a look."

Fang Qingyun took out a transfer order and said, "From now on, these people will be members of the Eighth Battalion. They will be temporarily placed under my Qinglong Camp to serve as guards, and we will make other arrangements for them later."

Eight major camps, Qinglong camp?
Feng Yong, Zhao Kang and others looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.

They thought that as long as they could enter the Liangzhou Guard Station and continue to follow Chen Sanshi, it would be fine. How did they end up in the Eighth Battalion all of a sudden?
Everyone heard about it.

In the Eight Camps, even if it is just logistical chores, there are enough ordinary tonic medicines!
Doesn't this mean that they can all fly up to the tree and become phoenixes together?
"Thank you, General!"

Chen Sanshi bowed sincerely and said, "Chen Sanshi will remember this favor!"

This person said that he had written the memorial seven days ago, which meant that they had been prepared since the day they crossed the river.

"You're welcome, Junior Brother."

Fang Qingyun also clasped his fists in return, smiling warmly: "My last name is Fang Qingyun. If you respect me, you can just call me Senior Brother from now on."

Chen Sanshi changed his words and said, "Thank you, Brother Fang!"

"Your Excellency is Fengchu?"

Not far away, Xu Wencai rushed up excitedly and bowed: "My surname is Xu Wencai, my nickname is Wulong, I have heard of your great name for a long time!"

"?"

A question mark popped up in everyone's head.

"This guy is so shameless!"

Xu Bin's eyes widened. "How can the nickname you gave yourself be the same as the nickname that others gave you based on your reputation?"

Liu Jinkui hurriedly shouted: "Come back soon, old man, don't embarrass yourself!"

They finally got the chance to go to Liangzhou together, and they were afraid that the old scholar might offend General Fang, and they would have to pack up and leave at the slightest word from others.

"Oh?"

Fang Qingyun looked at the shabby old scholar who was ten years older than him. Far from feeling insulted, he smiled with interest and said, "You are the Sleeping Dragon and I am the Phoenix Child. So, it is a great fate that we meet here."

"Mr. Fang!"

Xu Wencai said seriously, "To be honest, although I am called Sleeping Dragon, I know that I am not talented enough and I have many things I would like to ask Mr. Fang for advice."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyun said cheerfully, "After we set off, you can get on my carriage. Maybe you will ask Mr. Xu for advice! Junior Brother Chen, are all the people here?"

"One more missing." Chen Sanshi looked back at the end of the team.

"Old Six, Old Six, stop hiding."

Fang Qingyun shook his head: "Come out."

Wang Zhi, who had just recovered from a serious injury, walked out with his head down, his eyes evasive and his expression awkward: "I, can I go too?"

"Why not?"

Fang Qingyun asked back: "How do you think you survived such a serious injury?"

"Is it Master?"

Wang Zhi trembled and almost fell to his knees: "He is not angry with me anymore?"

"You are definitely still angry. Who told you to lead the entire Xuanwu Battalion to attack the city just because of 'loyalty', resulting in so many unnecessary casualties?"

Fang Qingyun sighed: "But I won't say goodbye to you forever. You should follow Junior Brother Sanshi first. When the old man is in a better mood, I will help you to beg for mercy."

"Fourth Brother, your legs..."

Wang Zhi looked at the lower body of the scholar in blue and asked with concern, "Where have you been in the fifty-seventh year of Longqing? I haven't seen you for a whole year. At the beginning, everyone said that you were about to break through to become a martial saint. How did you end up like this? You even gave up martial arts and turned to literature. You were called a 'phoenix chick'."

"There's no need to talk about the past."

Fang Qingyun's smile was tinged with bitterness: "Now that everyone is here, let's go."

"Set off--"

General Li Qian waved his hand.

A team of thousands of people set off in a mighty procession.

Moreover, General Li Qian and others were all from the Eight Major Camps. Under the banner of the Eight Major Camps, no one in the three northwestern states dared to provoke them, and they had a smooth journey.

Chen Sanshi did not take the carriage.

He gave the carriage to Xu Bin's wife and Lan Jie'er. After all, they had just given birth to a child and were very weak after being in constant trouble for more than a month. Moreover, they still needed to breastfeed, so it was not convenient for them to walk with the large group.

Speaking of which, the daughter born to Xu Bin is quite cute.

The name Xu Wencai gave her was "Xu Yuhuan", which really sounded familiar...

Besides.

Out of gratitude for the time he had spent together, Xu Bin insisted that Chen Sanshi be the godfather of his daughter.

"Xu Bin, you are as shameless as Fatty Wang!"

Zhao Kang cursed directly: "You think this is gratitude, you are just trying to take advantage of me! If Master Chen becomes a general in the future, how high will you have to climb?!"

"Yes."

Xiong Qiuan, who was covered in bandages, followed up and said, "How shameless! You are worthy of being brought up by Wang Zhi."

Wang Zhi angrily said, "You son of a bitch, you can curse me if you want, why did you bring me along?!"

Xu Bin was so embarrassed that his face turned red.

"Okay, Brother Bin."

Chen Sanshi agreed immediately: "I will be Yuhuan's uncle."

"This……"

Xu Bin also realized that it was inappropriate: "Sir, forget it."

"I already promised you, and you said forget it. Are you trying to make fun of me?"

Chen Sanshi smiled and said, "It's settled. I now have a daughter."

"well."

Xu Bin couldn't close his mouth. "When Yuhuan was learning to speak, I first taught her to call godfather. Without godfather, she and her mother would have died in the crowd long ago!"

Just accept it as a godparent.

This made the others very jealous.

Feng Yong hurriedly shouted: "Master Chen, I also have a daughter!"

"Fuck you Feng Yong, your daughter is already so old, it's almost like she could be a concubine for Master Chen."

"Go away..."

"Hahahaha-"

The group of people were chatting and laughing, and didn't even bother to calculate how many days they had walked.

These days, Xu Wencai gets on Fang Qingyun's carriage at a fixed time every day, and seems to have gained a lot.

good thing.

It is true that the old scholar has some skills and will not let down at critical moments, but due to his background, he is still far from being good at many things. If he had a general from the Eight Battalions to guide him, his abilities would surely be greatly improved.

Talk about it.

This Senior Brother Fang really doesn't have any airs at all.

Same as Sun Li and Sun Buqi.

People brought up by Commander Sun himself are generally not annoying.

"Wang Zhi."

Chen Sanshi approached and asked, "You said before that Senior Brother Fang almost broke through to the Martial Saint level?"

"Correct."

Wang Zhi nodded: "Among our fellow disciples, he was the first to reach the threshold of the Martial Saint, but he disappeared when the Southern Xu Kingdom invaded in the 57th year of Longqing. When he came back later, I heard that he had become like this, which is a pity.

"Among the eight camps now, it seems that only the eldest brother is a martial saint, and there is also a junior brother who has also reached the threshold in recent years..."

Chen Sanshi asked: "How many martial saints are there in this world?"

"Fifteen years ago, there weren't many, just three or five."

Wang Zhi thought carefully and replied, “But since I left the Eight Camps, there has been a spurt of growth. Now I heard that there are more than a dozen Martial Saints in the world, not only in the imperial court, but also in several major sects in the world.

“Of course, there are only a handful of people above the Martial Saint.

"My master is definitely the strongest."

"So much increase?"

Chen Sanshi cannot reach such a high level for the time being.

But I also know that when something is out of the ordinary, there must be something wrong.

The fifty-seventh year of the Longqing reign.

Fang Qingyun returned home disabled.

In the same year, Governor Sun broke through to the level of Martial Saint.

The number of martial saints in the world is increasing exponentially.

That year, in addition to the annihilation of the Xuanwu Camp, something else must have happened.

(End of this chapter)