He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 208 Yu Shuai values
"What does it mean to reduce the power of the feudal lords?" Marshal Yu asked in confusion.

Jiang Lin said: "I have heard that there was a powerful dynasty where the emperor divided the territory among his sons, who were called vassal kings. A hundred years later, the emperor who succeeded to the throne felt that these vassal kings had too much territory and were too powerful, so he took back their fiefdoms and military power."

Marshal Yu listened with great interest and said, "So what you mean is that Your Majesty regards these powerful clans as vassal kings?"

"Yes."

Yu Shuai laughed, neither agreeing nor denying.

"I heard that you can forge precious weapons now?"

"I'm not completely sure. It would be the best if I can produce one out of a hundred." Jiang Lin paused and asked tentatively, "Marshal Yu, do you know why these powerful clans want to control the blacksmiths and block the secret recipe of the treasured weapons?"

Yu Shuai glanced at him and said, "I know, but I can't tell you. But I won't ask you how to make a precious weapon."

Jiang Lin immediately understood that the actions of the powerful clans were approved by the court, and that they contained some secrets that could not be known by the lower classes.

What it was, he didn't want to ask now.

Liao Mingxu once said that if you ask many people about a matter and none of them answer the question, it is best not to ask any more, otherwise it may lead to death.

Jiang Lin breathed a sigh of relief when Yu Shuai stated that he would not answer your questions or investigate your methods of forging the precious weapons.

He was really worried that these big shots would get to the bottom of it, as the special effects brought about by the skills could not be explained clearly.

"Do your job well, the border troops will not treat their own people unfairly." said Marshal Yu.

Jiang Lin bowed his hands in response: "Yes."

Marshal Yu didn't say anything more. It was a great favor for a general to talk so much to the little blacksmith.

The level gap between the two people is simply like heaven and earth.

Waving his hand, indicating that it was time to leave, Jiang Lin tactfully walked away and moved forward with Xu Kaijin and others.

Qi Hongwu, who had not spoken for a long time, whispered: "If we can build precious weapons, then we don't need to deal with these powerful clans..."

"It's just a precious soldier, far from enough." Marshal Yu shook his head, glanced at Jiang Lin in the crowd, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "But this kid is very much to my taste. For a few colleagues, he chased for two thousand miles, and the opponent is a powerful clan. He is courageous, loyal, and has some skills."

"Tell Liao Mingxu to take good care of this kid when you go back. It's not easy to find an outstanding person, so don't let him die so easily." Yu Shuai said.

Qi Hongwu smiled and nodded: "Okay."

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In front of the house, Li Zelin turned around and looked at the old man in Yuanwu realm who was still kneeling on the ground with serious injuries.

The same old face, full of gloom.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and struck out. With a bang, the head of the man in brocade clothes and his body were smashed into ashes.

The old man in the Yuanwu realm's eyelids were twitching, but he didn't dare to say a word. Even though his head was cut open with a big hole and blood was oozing out, and he could almost see the white brain matter, he still gritted his teeth and knelt there.

Li Zelin stared at him for a moment, then snorted, "You can't even handle such a small matter, and the border troops have caught you. If it weren't for your loyalty for many years, I would have beaten you to death!"

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Third Master. I admit my mistake!" The old man in Yuanwu Realm kowtowed quickly to express his gratitude.

Li Zelin straightened up and stretched his waist.

After being suppressed by Yu Shuai for so long, I feel uncomfortable all over.

"It is not common for a general to come in person. I am afraid the border troops really have some plan. This matter is of great importance. I will go back and report it. You go to the government office."

The old man in Yuanwu Realm raised his head, as if he wanted to ask something.

But Master Li San's face was grim and his tone was cold and ruthless.

"Go and take off the head of the governor on duty today! Ask them whether they are from Qingzhou's governor or the Ministry of War!"

Although Marshal Yu was present, no one dared to disobey. Although the government army was a local army, it still had to obey the orders of the Ministry of War.

But the Qingzhou Li family suffered such a great humiliation today, how could they not find a place to vent their anger? No matter whose order the guard received, he must die!

The Yuanwu Realm elder did not have any objection and responded, "Yes, I will do it right away!"

"And the blacksmith..."

Li Zelin clenched his fists. He was at the Divine Martial Realm, but he was actually fooled by a blacksmith!
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Even if he really wanted to get back his ground, he had to get the approval of the clan leader, because this might lead to a confrontation with the border troops and he was not qualified to make the decision.

Not even the clan leader can do that.

The reason why the powerful and wealthy can form their own system in Daqian is because they are relatively united.

If it is something that may affect the collective interests, it must be discussed by all the powerful clans. Anyone who makes a decision on his own will be expelled from the circle.

If you leave this circle, no matter how powerful your clan was before, it will be like a rootless duckweed.

If one wants to survive in this world, one has to submit to the imperial court and transform into an ordinary aristocratic family.

This is unacceptable to the powerful clans, so certain bottom lines must be observed.

Li Zelin's body shook and turned into a dazzling red light and disappeared into the sky.

The Yuanwu Realm old man then raised his head and slowly got up from the ground.

He took out two pills from his arms and put them into his mouth. His subordinates had already brought him gauze and ointment.

After applying some ointment and a simple bandage, he flew towards the government office with murderous intent in his eyes.

It is a long way from Qingzhou to Kyoto, more than two thousand miles.

It took him nearly two days to get here. If it weren't for his powerful cultivation and amazing willpower, he would have collapsed long ago.

Going back now is not easy.

Qi Hongwu demanded that they return to their respective camps within three days, otherwise they would be subject to military law.

This was a headache for the ordinary soldiers, but no one complained, they just blamed themselves for not being strong enough.

Jiang Lin walked with them all the way and was amazed at what he saw.

These border troops are really self-PUA. In the previous life, they would have been top-notch cattle and horses.

However, he also truly admired the border troops, whose willpower was so strong that it was terrifying.

Of course, the border troops also have the same view of Jiang Lin.

Both sides couldn’t understand how a ninth-grade martial artist could run so far with just a gritted teeth.

Jiang Lin explained that it was because of his special physique, or because he often worked as a blacksmith, that he had much more strength and endurance than ordinary people.

Lieutenant General Xu Kaijin and other lieutenant generals rolled their eyes as they listened, as if they were considering whether to get some stoves, hammers or something like that on the training ground so that they could have some exercises to build up their endurance.

Jiang Lin just kept talking and didn't care about burying the body. He could not control how the soldiers cursed at him when the time came.

After three days, the group finally returned to the outskirts of Kyoto.

Jiang Lin waved goodbye to the lieutenant generals, commanders, garrisons and other military officers, then ran back to the South Blacksmith Camp.

When I got back there, I saw a group of people standing at the camp gate, making soft crying sounds.

Blacksmith Qi, with his men, stood there with something in his hands, whispering softly as if to comfort someone.

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