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Chapter 135 The Strongest
As soon as Zhou Kuang said this, Situ Jing's face darkened.

He had been with his father and brother since he was a child, and was influenced by them. He joined the army at a young age and always knew that the most taboo thing in the imperial army was the talk of supernatural powers.

As a soldier in the army, you either defend the land and cities or go into battle to kill the enemy. What is needed is the kind of determination that is focused and undivided.

Once the idea of ​​believing in ghosts and gods spreads among the army, naturally some people will be timid and hesitant to move forward due to certain taboos, which greatly weakens the combat effectiveness of the imperial guards.

As a result, Zhou Kuang, as the deputy commander of the army, was obviously older than himself and had a lot of experience, but he came up with such a bad idea. As if he was afraid that the army would be in chaos, he actually wanted to perform a ritual to exorcise evil spirits in the camp!
He was about to speak when he saw the veil on the head of the imperial censor dressed as a miracle doctor sway slightly. The words on his lips stopped again, and he suppressed his displeasure and said calmly, "Let me think about this matter again. There is no rush.

Now that we have a miracle doctor here, maybe he can find the root of the problem, and then the problem can be properly resolved.

It would be bad to spread the news that someone in the Imperial Guards camp had performed a ritual. It's best not to take this route unless it's absolutely necessary."

Zhou Kuang originally had a polite smile on his face, but after hearing Situ Jing's rejection, the corners of his mouth slowly drooped, and there seemed to be a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes. However, when he lowered his eyes and raised them again, the emotion at that moment was concealed by him, and there was no trace of displeasure on his face.

"General, what you said is absolutely right," he said to Situ Jing in a respectful manner, "It's my fault for being impatient. Seeing my brothers in the army get into trouble one after another, I lost my composure for a while.

Since the general has invited a miracle doctor from elsewhere, I hope he can find the root cause as soon as possible, so that the brothers can feel more at ease.

As he spoke, he looked at Lu Qing who was wearing a veil hat.

Lu Qing did not respond and ignored Zhou Kuang's words.

"Divine doctor, please come this way and I will take you over there to have a look." Situ Jing said politely to Lu Qing.

The few people ignored Zhou Kuang and continued walking towards the other side of the school training ground.

Zhou Kuang stood in the distance, watching their backs as they walked away, with a somewhat gloomy expression. He waited until they were far away before he snorted coldly and turned away.

What he didn't know was that the gloomy gaze just now had already fallen into Zhu Yu's sight, but she didn't say anything.

It was not until they were far away and someone happened to come to Situ Jing to report on official business that she whispered to Lu Qing, "The deputy commander just now seemed a little displeased with us strangers who showed up unexpectedly."

"Very good." Lu Qing must have noticed this too, as his voice sounded very calm. "If everyone remains silent, wouldn't our entire trip be in vain?"

Led by Situ Jing, the three of them walked slowly around the perimeter of the school training ground, paying attention to the training situation on the field as they walked.

Suddenly, Zhu Yu stopped, reached out and tugged at Lu Qing's sleeve, and pointed his finger at the school training ground at his side.

Lu Qing looked over and saw a group of people practicing stick fighting.

These imperial guards were all dressed in short cloth clothes, holding long sticks in their hands, and practicing every move seriously.

The man pointed out by Zhu Yu looked like a sergeant and stood out among a group of soldiers.

Although the Imperial Guards trained vigorously, most of them only had a faint flush of color, with a thin layer of sweat visible on their foreheads. This sergeant, however, was different. His face was flushed, his forehead drenched in sweat, and his shirt was soaked with sweat. He had simply removed one sleeve, exposing his arm and half his shoulder. The muscles in his arm were bulging with energy, and he practically danced with the long staff in his hand.

He swept the long stick in his hand across, and the stick could be faintly heard buzzing, which showed how powerful it was.

Another blow from the chopping stick. The sticks of others hit the ground with only dull sounds, but his was like a thunderclap, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Lu Qing watched the training over there silently for a while, then nodded to Zhu Yu.

"General, you truly have elite soldiers and brave generals under your command," Zhu Yu said to Situ Jing. After all, Lu Qing was trying to pretend to be a miracle doctor, so it was inconvenient for him to speak out, lest anyone overhear and expose his true intentions. "We were in a hurry to get here this time, and we didn't bring enough men with us. Could the general lend us one or two men to carry out our missions for the next few days?"

When Situ Jing heard Zhu Yu speak, he already had a guess in his mind. The Golden-faced Censor and the people who came with him did not seem to be the type to waste their breath on polite words. Now that they suddenly started praising the imperial guards under their command, they must have an intention.

After listening, he seemed to understand and nodded: "Of course, but I wonder which one this gentleman would like to borrow?"

"The one fighting bareback over there, his moves are the most courageous." Zhu Yu pointed.

Situ Jing looked in the direction of her finger and realized that the sergeant seemed to be braver and more hardworking than anyone else around him.

He pointed at the sergeant and beckoned him. The sergeant was concentrating on practicing his stick skills and didn't realize it. However, the commander-in-chief who was supervising their training saw it and hurried over to call the sergeant out of the team and brought him to Situ Jing.

"Commander-in-chief, are you looking for him?" The small commander-in-chief usually had few opportunities to talk to Situ Jing. Seeing him pointing at a small sergeant under his command, he was a little confused for a moment.

The sergeant had no idea why he was suddenly pulled out of the team. He stood there confused and nervous, not daring to breathe.

Now that he was closer, Situ Jing could see more clearly that this person was abnormal.

Although it was already getting hot this month, it was still early and the weather was cool and pleasant. However, the sweat of the sergeant had soaked his skin, making it look shiny in the sun.

The blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, as were those on the sides of his neck and arms. The thick blood vessels looked like several small snakes, protruding from the surface of his skin.

Not only that, Situ Jing also found that the sergeant's breathing was abnormally rapid.

You know, what martial artists care about most is aura. Although a sergeant like him doesn't have very advanced martial arts skills, he has been fighting in the army for many years and was promoted to the Imperial Guard, so his foundation is quite good.

How could a person who has practiced martial arts for many years and has a good foundation breathe so quickly and shallowly?
"What's your name?" Situ Jing suppressed his uneasiness and asked the man calmly.

The sergeant quickly replied, "My name is Miao Dashuan..."

"Okay, from today on, you will follow these adults and listen to their orders. After the work is done, come back and report." Situ Jing pointed to Zhu Yu and others on the side.

Miao Dashuan glanced at a few people with some doubt in his eyes, and without hesitation, he quickly bowed and agreed.

(End of this chapter)