The Huang family's compound is a mess of cups and plates.

Huang Qianhu looked at the purple-clothed Danjun who was leaving quickly, as if he had become a stone pillar, and he didn't move.

"Amitabha."

"Squire, you shouldn't have let him go." A kind-eyed old monk appeared from the shadows and said.

Seeing this old monk, Huang Qianhu hurriedly got up and shouted respectfully:

"Your Excellency."

"If you call an adult, you'll be divided." The old monk shook his head and said with some reproach

"When we were in Taizhou, we all ate in the same pot."

"You're still angry about talking about Wutang, and you're angry that I didn't settle this matter."

"Put Danjun here and stir up the wind and rain."

"Squire doesn't dare." Huang Qianhu hurriedly shook his head and said.

"Don't dare, not be angry."

The old monk said calmly, but he didn't look dissatisfied.

"As the saying goes, if the name is not right, the word is not good. If the Divine Army wants to rebel, there must be a suitable reason."

"The choice of the martial arts hall in Baixiang Town is also because of coincidence, and I will not defend it."

"Squire, do you still want to stop this war now?"

"If the lord decides to do so, the squire will definitely follow, but it's just ......" Huang Qianhu was about to say something, but was interrupted by the old monk.

"That's enough."

"We are a mighty army, don't say those hypocritical words."

"If you want to protect your daughter, you want to protect your nephew, you can do all of this, and it doesn't matter if you send them all to the island."

Huang Qianhu listened to the old monk's words and knew that his persuasion had failed again this time.

"I know what you're trying to say, but time waits for no one."

"When our old man dies, who else will fight for the Divine Army?"

"When the time comes, the Shenwei Army will be dead, and only an empty shell will remain, an empty shell that can be controlled by the imperial court."

Time can annihilate everything, even if there are many deeds of General Long in the martial arts hall, it is actually still unfamiliar to Chu Qianqiu and the others.

They may miss or treat General Long as a spiritual totem, but they will never really fight for him.

"My lord, the strength of the Shenwei Army is still too weak, and there is more than enough to rebel......" Huang Qianhu persuaded with some bitterness.

These words have been said countless times, and by now they are numb.

The Shenwei army is very strong, but it can only corrupt the world, and it does not have the ability to overthrow the imperial court.

"Squire, there is a way to solve these problems."

"As long as the Divine Mighty Army is one, what city cannot be destroyed, and what cannot be done?"

"Isn't that how we made it all the way back then?"

The old monk continued, recalling the glory of the past, the glorious victories, which would be addictive.

"I will obey your lordship's commands." Huang Qianhu finally made up his mind.

Rather than continue to oppose and let the army drift up and down, it is better to agree with the vision of the adults, at least the chances of victory will be a little greater.

If this is a gamble with little hope, Huang Qianhu hopes that he will at least be by the side of the adult and accompany him to press all the gambling books.

"Good."

"The banner of the Shenwei Army is watered with the blood of the enemy, and this time I will use the lives of the purple clothes to catch the fast as a memorial to the Shenwei Army."

"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 has to give us an explanation."

"After this battle, the new generation of the Shenwei Army will also remember their identity, and this brand is irrevocable."

Seeing that Huang Qianhu finally unified his will with himself, the old monk's mood was obviously much better, and there was a little more smile on the original bitter gourd's face.

But he didn't wait for Huang Qianhu to take a breath

angry, he changed his words and mentioned the young talents of the martial arts hall.

"Squire, in recent years, you have been in charge of the affairs of the martial arts hall a lot, what are the outstanding young talents?"

"If they didn't take over the country, how could the foundation of this divine mighty army be maintained?"

Huang Qianhu first breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head a little and said

"My lord, 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 the army naturally has no real talents, but Yang Wanhu's son Yang Guang and Gu Qianhu's son Gu Rong are all talents in the army."

As a result, when the old monk heard this, he didn't seem to be satisfied, and said straight to the point:

"Squire, don't hide it from me."

"Didn't Yinghao give birth to a good son?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's called Chu Qianqiu."

"He only entered the innate at the age of sixteen, even if he went to the Maha Temple to study, it would not be a problem, and he could kill Tie Qianshan alone, we didn't have such ability at his age."

"This time, Dan Jun ran back in a hurry, I am afraid that he will be regarded as the godson of the treasure of his heart, and the dead man Dan Yi who he raised will be killed."

"That Dan Yi has already gone far in the middle of the congenital stage, and he is the number one person, but he was killed by Xiao Hu and Yinghao's son, which is really powerful."

The old monk was amazed, and at the same time showed his amazing intelligence network, it seemed that Huang Qianhu's every move was within his control.

"Your Excellency! He is still not sensible-" Huang Qianhu's face turned a little pale, and there was only one person in the Huang Mansion who could know this information.

"Alright, Squire."

"I'm not telling you this to hold you accountable."

"He is a man of our Divine Army, a child of the army."

"There's a chance I can see him."

"He's not a lonely, otherwise he wouldn't have risked killing Dan Yi."

"The greatest happiness of a warrior is to kill one old enemy after another on the battlefield."

"Carry out your will with the sword."

"You've taken care of them too well."

"The eagle is enjoying the sky, how can you imprison him in a cage?"

"Let go of the cage and let him fly higher and farther."

The old monk is like a mountain, like an abyss, like the vastness of the sky.

Huang Qianhu couldn't understand how far Lord Dutong had gone in the realm of martial arts, maybe he had approached the realm of General Long back then?

If this is the case, there is at least a glimmer of life for the Shenwei Army's rebellion.

Thinking of this, Huang Qianhu had a little more confidence, and hurriedly promised:

"Yes, sir! The squire obeyed."

The old monk seemed to notice the change in his subordinates, and the smile on his face became even more.

"You don't have to worry about the purple-clothed catch."

"He's already a dead man."

"The future Shenwu Dynasty will be decided by us."

"Let General Long return to the Shenwei Army, as he said back then, and usher in a new era."

After speaking, the figure of the old monk disappeared, and it seemed that everything that had just appeared was just an illusion of Huang Qianhu.

"My lord, can we really usher in a new era?"

At the same time, in the basement of Hokke-ji Temple, several new guests were welcomed.

One is Si Wuwei, who was seriously injured and waiting to die, he seemed to have only one breath left, and he hung himself with pills.

One is Chu Qianqiu, a murderous madman, who is trying to find a way to squeeze the remaining value out of Si Wuwei.

There is also a trembling Sai Bao Gong who was deceived by Chu Qianqiu.

"Master Sai, Wan specially invited you to come over because I wanted to find my parents and officials to redress my grievances."

"This division is doing nothing to kill the villains of the same family, the county magistrate, what crime do you think he should be guilty of?"