Transmigration begins with archery training

"Lu Ji, are you fucking chickening out?!"

"..."

"enough!"

Lu Ji suddenly roared, interrupting everyone.

He looked at his many fellow disciples and pulled out a letter from the capital from his robes: "Look for yourselves! This is His Majesty's order. That drunken cultivator is His Majesty's guest and has a gold token. If we kill him, how will we explain it to His Majesty? Aren't things chaotic enough already?! Anyone who dares to touch him, don't blame me for disregarding our fellow disciples!"

After saying this.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

Lu Ji seemed to realize that his words had been a bit harsh, and sighed slightly, "Junior brother and sister, you must understand one thing: Master... is gone."

“You are well aware that there are people in the capital who want to cause you trouble.”

"Don't hand over your weaknesses to the enemy!"

He uttered those last words.

Lü Ji rubbed his head and turned to leave.

"What does the boss mean..."

Wang Zhi gritted his teeth: "Are we just going to let this go?!"

"Junior brother, you speak."

Meng Guangxin yelled, "Amitabha! Should we kill him?!"

"Senior Brother is right."

Chen Sanshi then spoke up, saying, "We are still waiting for the court's approval regarding the matter of observing mourning. If we kill the drunkard at this critical juncture, he will most likely not survive."

Even if you have to kill, you can't do it openly.

The second half of the sentence.

He didn't say it.

He simply left the crowd and went back to the city.

……

The mighty marquis's mansion.

Lu Ji rushed back to his house, shaking his head violently as he walked, as if he were in great pain. He kicked open the door, staggered, and grabbed the table for support. The impact sent the porcelain tea set on the table crashing to the floor.

In my mind, there was a constant stream of whispers.

Before my eyes, there are eerie faces that keep lingering.

They were like the relentless, dampness of the Gui water, constantly invading his bone marrow and tormenting his spirit until he could no longer bear it.

"roll!"

"I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me?!"

Faced with his anger.

The illusory figure did not disappear; instead, it multiplied, densely packed and overwhelming, swirling around him while emitting eerie laughter.

"court death!"

"boom!"

True energy surged forth.

Lu Ji's enormous fist transformed into a dragon-elephant, about to smash the illusory figure into nothingness.

"Senior Brother, it's me!"

He stopped abruptly just before the fist landed, when he heard a familiar voice in his ear.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you? I can't hear you at all when I talk to you. Is it a side effect of the evil god's path? Has that evil god come to collect a debt from you?"

Nie Yuan said with remorse, "Back in Youzhou, you borrowed the power from the evil god for everyone's sake."

"Are you settled in?"

Lu Ji regained his senses, sat down on the stool, and regulated his breathing.

"Settled in."

Nie Yuan said helplessly, "But Qu Yuanxiang is extremely arrogant. He wants everything he sees and says he wants to have a good time here. Starting tomorrow, he will take charge of all the government affairs in Liangzhou."

"Let him be. He won't be here long before he leaves."

Lü Ji opened his eyes again: "How are the preparations for Dongyi City going?"

"It's all set."

Nie Yuan nodded and said, "We can start in the next few days."

"Ah That's good."

Lü Ji waved his hand: "Go and prepare."

"Alright. Senior Brother..."

Nie Yuan said worriedly, "Won't this cause some problems?"

"I only owe that evil god 20,000 offerings."

Lu Ji rubbed his forehead: "After returning it, I have no further connection with the Evil God Path."

"If you say that, I feel relieved."

……

It is not yet the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

After two days of seclusion, Chen Sanshi got up early to work.

After taking over as commander-in-chief, he became busier than before. In addition to military affairs, he also had a lot of political affairs to handle, such as the disaster relief work that his master had not been able to finish.

In addition, a decree came from above.

It is said that starting this year, each acre of land should be planted with an additional half-plant of Linghe.

The taxes in Liangzhou are probably not too heavy compared to other places, but with the addition of half a grade of spiritual grain, it is likely that the people's meager surplus grain will be depleted, leaving every household penniless.

In response, he could only submit a memorial hoping the court would change its mind.

Another half month has passed.

The decree concerning their mourning period finally arrived.

One year!

They were given only one year to observe mourning.

The reasons given were grand and plausible.

That's probably what it means.

The military genius Yu Shanggong observed three years of mourning.

However, for Dasheng, the analogy of Shanggong to the Zhou Dynasty was more important, so a one-year mourning period was sufficient.

and……

Fourth Senior Brother did not return.

It is said that he was granted a title and settled in the capital.

I don't know when we'll meet again.

"Commander, something's happened!"

Xia Cong rushed into the tent: "Something's happened in Dongyi City!"

"Dongyi City?"

Chen Sanshi put down the dossier in his hand: "I remember, isn't Dongyi City the place responsible for guarding barbarian prisoners?"

The Battle of Youzhou.

They captured many barbarian soldiers.

Some of them were imprisoned in Dongyi City, numbering approximately 20,000.

"Yes, something happened to the prisoners!"

Xia Cong reported: "Last night at the second watch, several tribal leaders suddenly led more than 20,000 people, claiming to be avenging the barbarians and wanting to launch a counterattack on Liangzhou. However, General Lü quickly led the Xuanwu Battalion to suppress them."

"Where are they now?"

Chen Sanshi stood up and asked.

"They're all...dead."

Xia Cong paused for a moment: "More than 20,000 people were slaughtered."

Chen Sanshi's gaze deepened.

These 20,000 people.

It was originally intended to be gradually digested; whether it was used to build city walls or to raise horses later, it would be a saving.

The key is……

The barbarian main force is gone, and there isn't even a Xuanxiang among their 20,000 men. Why would they think of counterattacking Liangzhou? Isn't that just suicide?

Even a fool knows that.

There's something fishy going on.

Senior brother...

Chen Sanshi possessed the ability to observe qi, and he had already discerned that he had begun cultivating the incense and spirit path.

It must have been given to me by the emperor after the incident at Ziwu Mountain.

And then, thinking back to the evil god path that the Crown Prince cultivated back then...

He could probably guess what had happened.

Twenty thousand barbarians died.

Chen Sanshi didn't feel much sympathy.

after all.

If the blood sacrifice had succeeded back then, these people from the Central Plains would have long been relegated to second-class status or even slavery.

However, this matter cannot be ignored.

"I see, you go down."

Chen Sanshi left the camp and went straight to the Marquis of Weiwu's residence. On his way, he encountered a case being publicly tried, but the people presiding over the case seemed a bit off.

The Great Prosperous Dynasty.

In general, if any case occurs in the community, the county government is responsible for handling it.

Even within each prefectural city, there were yamen (government offices) attached to the county seat, rather than the prefectural governor handling these matters.