Zhao Hongming couldn't help but smile knowingly and praised Zhang Yi: "Sure enough, a hero comes from a young age. You are a talented person."
If he goes according to his plan, he should wait until his strength reaches a higher level and then have a showdown with the county guard and others to gain more room for movement.
But under Zhang Yi's lobbying, he didn't expect that it would only take one day to achieve the expected goal.
As Gao Yanshi said, the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him is a rare talent.
Judging from his conversation and behavior, it seems that he is not from a reckless background, but must be a well-known teacher and ambitious person.
Zhao Hongming asked: "I wonder what you want when you come to my place?"
Zhang Yi knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Your Highness gave me the opportunity to prove my talent without asking about my origin. It shows that Your Highness is a wise king, and more talented people will join you in the future. With the help of these people, although His Highness is now in a weak position in Ying County, he will definitely be able to inherit the unification of Wei State in the future. I hope that after His Highness ascends the throne, he will allow me to be the Prime Minister of the country. But now I only need to be His Highness's retainer and provide for Your Highness. Just drive it.”
Hearing Zhang Yi's answer, Zhao Hongming was somewhat unexpected.
He knew that Zhang Yi in front of him was ambitious, but he didn't expect that his ambition was so big.
In the Wei State, the position of Prime Minister is considered to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
His father, Emperor Jian'an, was worried that the power of the Xiangguo would be too great, and he joined forces with other martial arts forces to challenge the royal power, so the Jian'an Dynasty never established a Xiangguo.
However, Zhao Hongming did not pay attention to Emperor Jian'an's worries.
As the first royal family in history to reach the martial arts realm, he holds the power of martial arts in his hands.
And as time goes by, his cultivation will become more and more advanced, reaching a level that is unprecedented and unprecedented.
The Zhang Yi in front of him is obviously a person without martial arts talent. Even if he is promised the position of Prime Minister, he will be able to cope with changes in the future.
It just so happened that that position was related to longevity, and he also wanted to be the unification of Wei State.
Zhao Hongming smiled and said: "Okay, I promise you. You have also worked hard this time and opened up the situation for me, so you must reward me. I allow you to live in Prince Wu's Mansion and enjoy the same enjoyment as my other official offices." treatment.”
Zhang Yi said with gratitude on his face: "Zhang Yi thanks His Highness King Wu for the reward."
Zhao Hongming then asked: "I would like to know, what do you think of these martial arts forces, and how can I quickly open up the situation in Ying County?"
"We need to reform. Eradicate the superfluous martial arts forces, respect only one family, and fight the rivers and lakes against the rivers and lakes."
Zhang Yi said: "There are many martial arts forces in the world now, and every country basically has countless martial arts forces. These martial arts forces are strong or weak, blocking the royal power. But today's royal family is not the Zhou Dynasty, and today's martial arts is not the same as before. The martial arts of the Zhou Dynasty can be strengthened by reform, and the power of the king can be used to gather the power of the world, and cultivate a martial arts force unique to the royal family, so as to put an end to the chaos in the world."
"Your Highness can start from Ying County."
Zhang Yi's words hit Zhao Hongming's heart.
His original plan was to use his own force to suppress the world's martial arts forces. In his opinion, this path was achievable, but cutting the grass without eradicating the roots would not prevent the subsequent martial arts forces from developing and growing again.
The method given by Zhang Yi was once and for all and consolidated the royal power, which was deeper than he thought.
Zhao Hongming followed his train of thought and drew inferences from one instance to another.
Perhaps in the future, it is not necessary to cultivate a martial arts force belonging to the royal family. It is enough to make the royal family the largest martial arts force.
Zhao Hongming said happily: "Now it seems that you have the ability to be the prime minister, but you just have a little chance. With your help, I can do other more important things with more peace of mind."
Zhang Yi lay on the ground with his hands, kneeling and said: "I am willing to share your worries for His Highness."
Without the supervision of the county guard, Zhao Hongming's space for movement was obviously much larger.
After more than ten days, he worshiped Wu Qi as his general and ordered him to leave Prince Wu's Mansion and start selecting and training soldiers and horses in a temporary camp outside Luling City.
These people were all martial artists summoned by Zhao Hongming from the vagrants, refugees and major martial arts forces in Ying County in the name of Mingjiao.
…
Ma Chuanping is a refugee who has wandered here.
In his hometown, he had learned some martial arts from an unknown martial arts force and was a third-level martial artist.
He believed that he was a talented person in martial arts, but he was from a humble background and without the blessing of martial arts resources such as martial arts, wish stones, and elixirs, his cultivation level would never rise.
After coming to Luling, he was unfamiliar with the rapid development of Mingjiao, so he took the initiative to join it to make a living.
Not long after, he heard that there was an internal assessment within the Preaching Education. Once he passed the assessment, he would be able to receive wish stones, money and food.
There is a rigid standard for this assessment, which is that martial arts practitioners must be at least the third level of opening pulse.
Ma Chuanping calculated that he just met the standard.
Without saying a word, he immediately participated.
After passing the registration, they were taken to the outside of Luling City in batches for assessment without attracting the attention of others.
The content of the assessment is very simple, that is, they are required to wear three layers of iron clothes, an iron helmet on their head, a sword on their waist, and a spear on their shoulder, carry three days of dry food on their backs, and be able to march a hundred miles in two hours.
For a martial artist, these weights are just the weight of daily practice, but adding the requirement of traveling a hundred miles away within two hours suddenly makes the difficulty more difficult.
In order to reach his destination quickly, Ma Chuanping almost exhausted all his energy and ran all the way.
There were nearly a thousand warriors participating in the assessment this time, and most of them were low-level warriors like him.
There are also some warriors who have the cultivation level of the Aperture Realm, but only one out of ten such people.
There are people wearing armor patrolling back and forth on the road. If anyone among them sneaks around, secretly takes off his armor, or reduces other burdens, he will be kicked out immediately.
After seeing several examples around him, Ma Chuanping quickly put away his small thoughts and ran wildly, following behind the large army.
He didn't know how long he had been running, but Ma Chuanping felt that his lungs were going to explode.
Even if he keeps running his skills and mobilizing the energy and blood in his body, he can't calm down.
The continuous running with heavy loads put a huge burden on his body, and even this warrior's flesh and blood body was really too much to bear.
However, for a better life, Ma Chuanping relied on perseverance and gritted his teeth.
Just when he almost couldn't hold on anymore, he saw a series of camp tents not far away, which were particularly eye-catching in a place surrounded by deep mountains and old forests.
Ma Chuanping knew that this was today's destination.
Victory is at hand.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed all the strength from his body, frantically using the martial arts skills he had learned, and tried his best to fly forward.
When he rushed into the camp, he found a smoke stove in the center of the front, with a column of smoke as thick as an arm burning slowly and gradually reaching the bottom.
Standing on one side of the smoke stove was a bearded man in his twenties or thirties, fully armored.
Among the group of people around him, he was vaguely the leader.
Ma Chuanping knew that this person was most likely their officer. When the other party saw him, he immediately raised his head and chest. Even though his whole body was sore, he still showed a relaxed expression.
After almost a cup of tea, the leading man looked at the smoke stove and said: "It's almost done."
The soldiers on the side nodded and took the lead in closing the gate of the camp.
Everyone who arrived later could not help but feel a little annoyed when they saw that they had lost their chance.
Under the leadership of the soldiers guarding the door, these people went to the small barracks outside the camp and formed a separate camp.
The leader of the bearded man said: "Congratulations on passing my selection. My name is Wu Qi, and I am a general under King Wu. I will be responsible for training you for a period of time in the future until you meet my requirements. If you are unqualified during the process, They will still be eliminated to the outer camp, and those outside the gate are unqualified, and their salary and salary will be far less than yours."
Wu Qi glanced at the many soldiers in front of him. He made a visual inspection and found that the number should be a thousand, which basically met his expectations.
As for those warriors who failed the examination, Wu Qi did not let them leave, but took on the following logistical responsibilities such as logging and guarding until the end of his military training.
Otherwise, there will be many people talking and it will easily attract a lot of unnecessary attention.
After Ma Chuanping saw the leader's speech, he listened carefully and wrote down every word.
He was originally a son of a good family, but it was only because of a sudden change in his family that he fell into this situation.
There was now an opportunity to regain stability, and he cherished it very much.
The entrance to the camp was very open, and even if a thousand of them stood together, there would not be any crowding.
Boom!
The gong sounded from directly in front of the camp.
Everyone stopped talking and looked forward.
The originally noisy camp became quiet.
Four soldiers came out carrying a box in pairs, and then opened it in front of everyone.
One of the boxes contained a box of silver, and the other box contained a black wish stone.
The silver coins were obtained by Zhao Hongming from the Mingjiao river transport profits, and the wishing stones were partly brought by him from Daliang, and partly obtained by looting several martial arts forces.
When all the warriors who passed the examination saw these two things, they all stretched their necks.
Wu Qi shouted loudly: "As His Highness King Wu said, any martial artist who passes the test will receive one tael of silver and a wish stone. Now that you have passed the test, these promises will be fulfilled now."
He raised his chin, and the old man who followed him from the guards began to carry the boxes and distribute them one by one.
After Ma Chuanping got the silver and wish stone, he thought he was dreaming.
Whether it's a wishing stone or a piece of silver, it's not that easy to obtain it as a refugee.
Especially wishing stones, sometimes it depends on luck to encounter one or two.
I didn't expect it now. It only took two hours to travel hundreds of miles to get it. It was like a dream.
Ma Chuanping wiped the wishing stone and put it away carefully.
"You all have wish stones in your hands now. From today on, whoever of you practices faster and performs better will be promoted to a mid-level or lower-level officer. And His Highness King Wu has given you several profound martial arts books. Officers are allowed to practice.”
"That is to say, whoever of you has better martial arts talents and stronger abilities will have the opportunity to practice more profound martial arts and get higher rewards. His Highness King Wu even stated clearly that he has the martial arts method of his own, called Killing According to the scripture, if anyone makes great achievements in the future, he will reward him with this skill."
Wu Qi's words were like a huge stone dropped into everyone's hearts, causing an uproar.
Immortal martial arts!
Countless warriors spend their entire lives trying to obtain the supreme skill.
I didn't expect that I would have such an opportunity in this military camp.
What is most important to a martial artist?
Kung Fu!
A good practice means a higher limit, greater achievements, and a longer life.
Suddenly, the entire military camp became noisy.
Ma Chuanping suppressed his blush and couldn't help shouting: "Long live His Highness King Wu!"
Under his leadership, the rest of the warriors also followed Shan's call, causing the entire military camp to explode.
Wu Qi seemed to have expected this scene. Facing the thousands of people shouting, he remained calm, but the people around him had already expressed emotions, and their bodies under the armor showed tension.
In their impression, the armies of all countries were sparse, and they had never seen such a uniform scene with nearly a thousand warriors.
In fact, it was also Wu Qi’s first experience.
Underneath his calm face, there was some tension in his heart.
This time, he did not expect His Highness King Wu to be willing to use immortal martial arts to motivate the soldiers, which achieved an unexpected effect, allowing the warriors in front of him to immediately know who they were fighting for and why.
At the same time, the uniform appearance of thousands of warriors and their extraordinary momentum confirmed the correctness of his military ideas.
Involuntarily, Wu Qi's face was filled with excitement.
Speaking of which, not only these warriors, but also he was extremely yearning for the Book of Death.
Whether they are the palace guards or other officers in the palace, all they have learned are derived techniques from the Killing Sutra.
I have long coveted the real Death Sutra.
The name that will remain in history is now.
However, what he didn't know was that after the showdown with Emperor Jian'an, Zhao Hongming obtained great authority over the Cangwu Pavilion and memorized all eighteen books of immortal martial arts.
If he wanted to learn it, he had other more suitable immortal martial arts techniques to learn.
Zhao Hongming didn't make it clear to him.
Boom!
The sound of the gong sounded again from directly in front of the camp, causing their mountain shouts to come to an abrupt end.
Wu Qi shouted loudly: "The martial arts you practice are hard Qigong. Get out of the queue and stand at the front."
His voice rolled like thunder and spread throughout the military camp.
Many rewards have just been distributed, and with the help of immortal martial arts, this is the time when morale is booming.
None of the warriors present disobeyed Wu Qi's orders, and all obeyed them.
Ma Chuanping judged in his mind the type of technique he had learned, and then silently stood in the front camp.
After about a quarter of the people stood up, Wu Qi then shouted: "The martial arts you practice is light martial arts, retreat to the back."
Another quarter of the people retreated behind them.
"If you practice offensive martial arts, stand on the right side. If you practice martial arts that do not fall into the above categories, stand on the left side."
Under his command, many warriors took up positions.
Wu Qi was extremely satisfied when he saw the many warriors who had been divided into camps.
He planned to conduct targeted training for these warriors who practiced different martial arts, and when the time of war came, he would use each warrior unit in a temporary combination according to different needs.
He was confident that he could transform this army composed of all warriors into an invincible force that would be "courteous, powerful, unstoppable in advance, and untrackable in retreat".
It is different from any other mixed army recruited by all the countries in the world, and before he formed this army, His Highness King Wu had already given them a resounding name.
Since the soldiers were all composed of warriors, and Zhao Hongming's king's title was Wu, this army was personally named Wei Wu soldiers by Zhao Hongming.
Let me report to all the bosses: the protagonist is about to flip the table, the foreshadowing and branch plots of the entire second volume are about to end, and then it will return to the main plot and take the invincible direction.
To be honest, this branch plot and foreshadowing are quite separated from the first volume, and it is a bit broken. Looking back now, there are other better ways to deal with it. I can only say that the author is inexperienced. Please pay attention when writing next time. .
In addition, the author developed a fever after get off work on Friday. He stayed at home for two days on Saturday and Sunday. He seems to be in good condition and will be fine if he just sleeps one night. He is truly a chosen worker and feels like crying.
(End of chapter)
