Transmigration begins with archery training

"Then let's go too."

"Our master has only been gone a few days, and no one is in the mood for drinking."

"..."

The atmosphere was not very lively from beginning to end, and the banquet was a somber affair.

"and many more!"

Just now.

Fang Qingyun, who had been silently drinking throughout the banquet, suddenly spoke, his voice unusually serious: "Fellow disciples, are you really planning to leave like this?"

"if not?"

Meng Guangxin replied matter-of-factly, "Surely you're not going to stay and serve the court?"

"Yes."

Cheng Wei, slightly drunk, said, "That guy in the capital outlived my master, and no one can beat him anymore. But if we can't beat him, can't we at least avoid him?"

"Second brother, you're right."

"Snapped--"

Fang Qingyun slammed a piece of paper on the table: "These are messages from the palace. Take a look for yourselves."

"Seventh Brother, you think you can leave the affairs of the martial world to the martial world, but your enemies have long since established connections with the imperial court. If you resign from your post and then go on to kill officials, what will be the consequences? I don't need to tell you, do I?"

"Fifth brother, your destination is not Lingyin Temple, but Chengtian Temple in the capital. After you resign from your official post, you will be appointed as the abbot immediately."

"Second brother, forget about your business plans. You and the Prince of Zhennan don't get along. After you go south, you won't get any good opportunities."

"And sixth brother, your recovery of cultivation was exposed during this Northern War. You will receive a reward, but you will also be transferred to the south to serve under the Prince of Zhennan. You can forget about the resources of a Martial Saint for the time being."

"And Ninth Junior Sister, you're going to the palace to be a lady-in-waiting. From now on, all the palace maids will be under your command. How about it, are you happy?!"

Hear the words.

Everyone was startled.

"what--"

Meng Guangxin roared and overturned the dining table.

"Damn his ancestors!"

He flew into a rage: "Master has only been dead for a few days?! And they've already turned on us?! What are they trying to do? Are they treating us like animals, keeping us locked up and watched over?!"

"You son of a bitch, you've gotten all the food on me! This is what we call mourning clothes for Master!"

Wang Zhi launched into a tirade of curses.

"It's too much! It's really too much!"

Cheng Wei crushed the wine cup in his hand: "When Master was alive, the court was wary of us, afraid that we would become too powerful with our troops, which I could understand. But now?! We have no military power!"

"Eight out of ten soldiers in the Northern Liang army are their men!"

"My master has also passed away, and no one can challenge the old emperor anymore."

"He still can't let us go?!"

"Can't go."

Rong Yanqiu suddenly realized: "Don't forget, Junior Brother is still here. If we treat all of us like this, Junior Brother will probably have an even harder time after receiving Master's inheritance."

"If we leave, Junior Brother will be completely without any help in the Northern Liang Army."

"Master only has two bloodlines left: Junior Sister Li and Buqi."

"Even if it weren't for our junior brother, we can't leave!"

"Can……"

After calming down a bit, the second senior brother Cheng Wei began to think to himself: "But even if we don't leave, what can we do?"

"Over the years, Master has repeatedly reduced the taxes of the five northern states."

"The imperial court was already very dissatisfied."

"Now that Master is gone, if we don't behave and obey, I'm afraid..."

This statement came out.

The table fell silent.

Master has passed away.

In this situation, no one can stand up and stand in front to block the pressure from the capital.

"No, there's someone!"

Fang Qingyun seemed to see through their thoughts: "Have you forgotten who has the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear?"

"You mean..."

Second Senior Brother Cheng Wei sat down again: "Junior Brother?"

“Junior Brother is still young after all. He has gained prestige in the Northern Liang Army, but even if we are included, he only has one-fifth of the military power. Moreover, he is only at the Martial Saint realm, which is no match for Master.”

Rong Yanqiu said, "Relying on him, I'm afraid we can't hold on."

“He can’t hold on by himself, but with us supporting him from behind, he might not be unable to hold on.”

Fang Qingyun emphasized, “I know you don’t like reading, but you should at least know that ever since Master took control of the military and disagreed with His Majesty’s ideas, we have had no way out.”

"Later, all sorts of blood feuds and grudges, although never brought to the forefront, do not mean that we have forgotten them, nor do they mean that the capital has forgotten them."

"Not to mention, there were quite a few messes that you guys made that your master had to cover for you!"

"Do you think you can hide now?"

“Since Master passed on his mantle to Junior Brother, it means he believes Junior Brother can uphold our sect.”

He is still young.

"So we senior brothers and sisters need to support him a little from behind. With the junior brother's growth rate, it won't be long before he can stand on his own."

"The fourth brother is right."

Wang Zhi agreed, saying, "Hiding anywhere is not a solution. Back then, weren't we all ordinary people? Why did we follow our master? Let's not forget that."

"of course."

Fang Qingyun changed the subject: "It's not up to us to decide. Keeping a sect going is exhausting. Whether you're willing to keep going or not depends on your own wishes, Junior Brother."

"just in case……"

Cheng Wei said with some concern, "Does Junior Brother not intend to fight against the imperial court? After all, he doesn't have any deep-seated hatred for the Cao family, so why take this risk? As long as he obediently listens and gives up some power, he will still have a life of wealth and honor."

"In a few days, the imperial court's rewards for the war in the north will be delivered, cough cough cough..."

Fang Qingyun coughed violently: "We'll see what you choose then, Junior Brother. If you don't want to follow in Master's footsteps and want a peaceful life, as long as you can protect Junior Sister Sun Li and Buqi, that will be enough."

"As for us, we should just obediently await orders. Maybe then we'll have a chance to survive."

……

backyard.

Chen Sanshi kept changing his expression in the courtyard.

Basically, he hasn't neglected any of his skills, and he improves them in his spare time.

Including reading skills.

This also includes the currently ongoing art of disguise.

After returning from the ends of the earth, he realized the importance of a skill that conceals one's cultivation level, so he never stopped practicing. However, his two advancements, up to the point of mastery, were mainly changes to his appearance and aura.

Fortunately, it's still possible to break the limit.

After transforming once again into the appearance of a completely imagined person.

The panel finally floated.

[Skill: Disguise (Level 1 Breakthrough)]

【Progress: 0/2000】

[Effect: ..., stores Qi]

[Concealing one's cultivation level]: To hide one's true cultivation level.

Immediately.

In Chen Sanshi's mind, a special method of circulating qi through the body appeared, which could conceal one's cultivation level and confuse the enemy.