Qin Yu smiled. He knew what the master was thinking and thought to himself: "Master is so extensive and extensive, he is actually reading military books."

Zhang Xun's theory of five soldiers originated from the military saint Wu Qi.

In his famous book "The Art of War in Wu Zi", Wu Qi pointed out that there are five types of soldiers: one is fighting for fame, two is fighting for profit, three is accumulating hatred, four is civil strife, and five is hunger. There are five names: one is righteous army, two is strong army, three is tough army, four is violent army, and five is rebellious army. Suppressing violence and rescuing chaos is called righteousness, relying on the crowd to attack it is called strong, and promoting the army is called toughness, abandoning etiquette and greed and profit is called violence, and the country is chaotic and people are tired, and moving the crowd is called rebellious.

"That's right. The disciple raised his troops because of his anger. Isn't it the obvious tough soldier?"

Zhang Xun's mind changed and suddenly asked: "What do you think after revenge?"

"The disciple said that if you want to imitate your predecessors, you should assist the Han Dynasty in this life, establish your life for the people, and create peace for all generations!" Qin Yu's expression was straight and answered solemnly.

"Stand for the people and bring peace to the world!" Zhang Xun's body shook, and suddenly opened his eyes, and his divine light was shining, "You mean, you want to build a righteous soldier?"

It is righteous to ban violence and rescue chaos.

"Master, why are you so obsessed?" Qin Yu said angrily, "Just have justice in your heart. As for the means, in troubled times, righteousness is righteousness, and strong is strong. Who can truly be consistent?"

Zhang Xun stared at his apprentice's cunning youthful face, stayed for several seconds, and sighed.

"Yes, it's too restrictive for your teacher. It's already far beyond my expectations for being a righteous soldier."

"Oh, what did your disciple think?" Qin Yu asked with interest.

"Hey!" Zhang Xun stretched out his left hand, bent his thumb, and smiled, "It's my teacher who underestimates your mind."

The fourth type? Are the violent soldiers? Qin Yu saw it clearly, and said to himself: "Master is really looking like a torch, taking advantage of the chaos, and refusing to gain profit. I really think so. But the name of the violent soldiers is too ugly, so I will never admit it. Well, Yi Soldier, yes, we are Yi Soldiers! The whole family is Yi Soldiers!!"

"Good boy, since you have such great ambitions, you have to help yourself and form a private soldier. It is actually easy to get rid of your hand."

Qin Yu shook his head, "Didn't the master always say that good men should be self-reliant? The disciple wants to try it on his own."

"Oh, don't help me?" Zhang Xun was stunned.

"Master's cultivation is the most important thing. How can you worry about this little private matter of your disciple?" Qin Yu's eyes were firm, "You must avenge your disciple's family bond with you by yourself."

"Okay! Have ambition!" Zhang Xun praised, and said again, "However, I advise you not to learn from Liu Xuande. Although he was righteous and roaming the north, he was brave but not scheming and had no fixed plan. Even if he had a little reputation, it would be difficult to achieve any major event."

Qin Yu nodded. Master was a true insight. Although Liu Bei's mercenary army was remarkable, it was always like a flies. Today, it depends on this and tomorrow to surrender to that one. Now, it is still just a chaotic leaf floating in the chaotic world without any foundation.

"I'll ask you, where are you going to be the initial foundation?"

"The disciple is going to Wuling, where my relatives are, and they will help me."

"Wuling?" Zhang Xun was slightly stunned. In such a remote mountain corner, pondered for a moment, "Okay! Disciple, you have your own opinions, and I am very happy to be a teacher. However, as your master, you naturally have a heart for your teacher. Well, I have two hundred slaves who are proficient in martial arts. You will bring them together, and you will receive another 300 gold and will be given military funds."

"What...what?" Qin Yu was stunned. "Two hundred people? Where are so many people on Wudang Mountain? I've never seen them before?"

"Of course, they are not in Wudang Mountain, otherwise, do you think your teacher can recover from the wounds here? Well, this is Xinfu." Zhang Xun took out a sheathed sword from the cushion under him and handed it to Qin Yu, "They are all in Yiyang County, Changsha County. If you use this sword as your basis, they will be loyal to you."

Qin Yu took it, and his hand suddenly sank, and then a very cool cold air penetrated into his palm. He pulled it open and saw that the sword body was grass-green, as if it was a wooden sword. I don’t know what wood it was made of. It was less than two feet long, but it was particularly heavy, probably about ten or twenty kilograms, and the weight was no less than the heaviest four-foot iron sword.

"It's so heavy!" The sword ridge was bounced, and the sound of dullness was heard.

"Don't think it's a wooden sword and can't kill people." Zhang Xun said lightly, "It can drink the neck blood of countless heroes."

"Master, what kind of sword is this?" Qin Yu shivered.

"This is the sword of the Heavenly Master." Zhang Xun raised his brows, "It was made by my master himself. He passed it to me before he ascended to heaven. Now, I will pass this sword to you."

"Tianshi's Sword?" Qin Yu thought to himself, "Zhang...Tianshi? I X, isn't that the Five Dou Mi Sect?"

There were two famous sects at the end of the Han Dynasty. One was Taiping Dao. The founder of the founder, Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, triggered the Yellow Turban riot that swept most of the world; the other was the Five Dogs of Rice Sect, with its foundation in the East and West Erchuan.

"We...hehe, Master, is the inheritance of the Five Dogs of Rice Sect?"

"Well. You guessed it right. Your master's surname was Zhang Huixiu. He founded the Tianshi Dao in Hanzhong fifteen years ago, also known as the Five Dou Rice Sect. Believers respect my master as the "Five Dou Rice Sect". This magic sword is a magic sword specially used by previous leaders of this sect. You must keep it well and do not lose it."

Qin Yu returned the sword to the sheath and touched the hilt of the sword. He was so gentle and comfortable, thinking: "I knew... But why did the master look like he arranged the funeral?"

"My master is in full swing and his injuries are healed again. Why are you eager to pass the magic sword down?"

Zhang Xun said: "Zhang Lu's son, he secretly lives in the foundation of my Heavenly Master's Taoism, and has accepted believers, tampered with the teachings, and did not respect his ancestors. Instead, he called his grandfather Zhang Ling a falsely called the Heavenly Master, confusing his believers. He was really full of evil and could not be punished. His master's old injuries were healed, so he would go back to Hanzhong to take revenge. After this, he went in a completely different way, and the opportunity for you and I to see each other was slim, so he had to arrange this sect properly in advance."

It was indeed an arrangement for funeral.

Qin Yu said anxiously: "How can such a big thing be urgent? Besides, with the senior brother and junior brother here, they have followed the master for a long time and are more pious than their disciples. Aren't they better inheritors? Please think twice, Master."

He had more than 20 years of education in his previous life, and he had been deeply rooted in his work. After he went to work, he had been working on publishing and planning, and he knew the iron principles that religious affairs were not possible. Even in this life, he would not want to be a cult leader, and he would never end up in the end. He was full of heroes and many planners. He was a little foreign kid and was already very proud of having a chance to get a mercenary leader first.

Besides, from the bottom of his heart, he did not want his master to go there forever.

Zhang Xun grinded his teeth and thought to himself: "Think three times? I have long thought six, nine, and eighteen years ago. Otherwise, I can't reveal all my family's assets to you."

"You kid, you don't respect the way of heaven and don't believe in Mr. Huang. You are not the best successor to the leader of my sect. However, your senior brother is a casual and straight person, and your junior brother is from a humble family. They are even more inappropriate than you. There is no way, so you have to give in."

"You can't settle for it, Master! Besides, my disciple's origin is probably not very good..."

Qin Yu was very angry at his junior brother: "Junior brother, junior brother, you are a waste of your generation of famous generals in the future, but your master said that he was born in a humble way, so he was completely denied."

Zhang Xun couldn't help but touch his chin again: "Although it is difficult for you to recognize your ancestors now, it may not be possible in the future. My teacher promised you that if you go to Hanzhong, no matter whether you succeed or fail, if you survive, you will come to Jingzhou to help you turn the world upside down."

Qin Yu was secretly happy. The conditions were good. If the master was not at ease with the inheritance, he would not have the will to die.

"Well, the disciple is willing to take care of the sword for the master and wait for the master to return soon."

"Okay." Zhang Xun had no choice but to clap his hands, "You must strictly encrypt this magic sword, and don't let people see it easily. Otherwise, Zhang Lu might personally bring 100,000 believers to chase you."

"This, the disciple is not afraid. If Zhang Lu wants to pass Jingxiang, the sun will definitely come out from the west tomorrow." Qin Yu smiled and took out the lollipop from his pocket. "In order to express his infinite gratitude to his master, the disciple invites his master to eat candy! They are all made by the disciple recently, with the freshest cherry flavor."

Zhang Xun took one casually and skillfully tore the packaging into his mouth.

"Good taste!" He sucked, nodded intoxicatingly, and glanced at Qin Yu, "However, my master suddenly remembered that the Heart Sutra of the Jade Sword is a secret that is not passed on in this religion, and it is not passed on by those who hold the sword. Good disciple, do you really want to learn it?"
Chapter completed!