You put me in charge of the prison and turned all the female prisoners into female military goddesse

Lu Jing and others put on a crazy performance.

They huddled together, crying their hearts out.

"Brother Lu, please, please stop crying."

Fang Shengtian was at a loss. He wanted to pat Lu Jing on the back, but realized it was inappropriate.

I thought about patting the other female prisoners on the back, but then I realized it was even more inappropriate.

In this situation, Fang Shengtian could only pace anxiously in circles.

"Brother Lu, please stop crying. Just tell me what you need me to do, and I'll do it."

Waaaaaahh ...

Lu Jing deliberately made a sound, while secretly feeling quite pleased with himself.

Okay, that's exactly what I wanted to hear.

"you……"

Wiping away her tears, Lu Jing asked, "Can you really help us?"

"Of course!"

Fang Shengtian thumped his chest loudly: "Just tell me, whatever you need, I can satisfy it."

This wasn't because Fang Shengtian was being lenient; rather, he genuinely knew that Lu Jing and the others were incredibly powerful, even more so than some of the soldiers in their Flying Cavalry Battalion.

Therefore, as long as we keep them in check, we can gain a fighting force that will be of great benefit in the struggle against other factions.

"Brother Lu!"

Fang Shengtian finally squeezed through, grabbed Lu Jing's hand, and said, "Come on, Brother Lu, just speak freely."

"Okay, then I'll tell you."

Lu Jing pretended to wipe away her tears and said, "Don't make us eat vegetarian food anymore, we want to eat meat."

"What?"

Fang Shengtian stood there, stunned, his eyes wide open: "Eat meat? No, Brother Lu, aren't you monks? How can monks eat meat?"

Brother Fang.

Lu Jing took a step towards him, his expression turning serious:

"To tell you the truth, the method of cultivation in our lineage is different from others; it's called the 'Breaking Through Appearances School'."

The Broken Appearance Sect?

Fang Shengtian frowned.

"right."

Lu Jing nodded and began to talk nonsense in a serious tone: "To put it bluntly, our sect values ​​not caring about appearances."

"When the Buddha was begging for alms, he ate whatever the donors gave him, without any aversion to meat or fish."

The rule passed down through generations can be summed up in one sentence: "If the heart is pure, even meat is vegetarian; if the heart is clouded, even vegetarian food is meat."

Fang Shengtian scratched the back of his head, his brows furrowing even more deeply: "You mean... for you, eating meat is a form of spiritual practice?"

"right."

Lu Jing nodded, his tone as certain as if he had recited it a hundred times:

"We practiced in the mountains without any aversion to meat or vegetables, but we pretended to be vegetarians to avoid scaring others when we entered the city. But as you can see from the current situation—"

As he spoke, he turned to the side and pointed to the female prisoners behind him:

"The daily training intensity is extremely high. If one only eats vegetables, one will inevitably suffer from qi and blood deficiency within half a month."

"At that time, let alone going into battle to kill the enemy, they won't even be able to hold the reins properly."

"Brother Fang, do you want a group of ruddy-faced, capable soldiers, or a group of sallow-faced, emaciated monks with weak legs?"

Fang Shengtian opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Sun Rendi leaned over and whispered, "Boss Fang, I think Captain Lu is right. Besides, the Flying Tigers secretly sent three cartloads of liquor into the camp a few days ago."

"Um?"

Fang Shengtian raised an eyebrow, remained silent for a moment, then paced back and forth a few times with his hands behind his back, the soles of his boots creaking against the blue bricks.

"OK!"

He turned to Lu Jing and said, "Since we've come this far, it would be unreasonable for me to stop you now. Starting tomorrow, your meals will be provided separately, with a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, and plenty of meat."

"As for the expenses, that's easy to handle. The money will go through the Flying Cavalry Camp's accounts. If anyone asks, just say that your cultivation requires special supplements. No one can find fault with that explanation."

"good!"

Ji Tangtang was the first to jump up, clapping excitedly and exclaiming, "Commander Fang is truly brilliant!"

"Thank you, Captain Fang!"

The other female prisoners also swarmed around her, thanking her all at once.

Fang Shengtian was so surrounded that his face turned red to the roots of his neck. He didn't know where to put his hands and could only keep waving them, saying, "Alright, alright, stop surrounding me!"

Lu Jing stepped forward and pushed the female prisoners aside, then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Fang Shengtian: "Brother Fang, I will remember this kindness. From now on, whenever the Flying Cavalry Camp needs our assistance, we will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"With Brother Lu's words, I can rest assured."

Fang Shengtian returned the greeting deeply, his face crinkling with laughter.

Once Fang Shengtian led Sun Rendi out of the side courtyard and their footsteps had completely disappeared, the female prisoners finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Ji Tangtang clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he almost fell over: "Good heavens, 'Disfigurement Sect,' and 'If the heart is pure, even meat is vegetarian,' Lord Lu, how did you come up with these lies? And you've got a whole set of them!"

"Sh-!"

Wen Lanxiang immediately raised a finger: "Walls have ears, don't get too smug."

Everyone quickly shut up, but they couldn't suppress their laughter, and their shoulders trembled as they tried to hold it in.

Lu Jing stood at the doorway and peered in to make sure no one was in the corridor before turning around and walking back.

"Alright, you did a good job with the performance tonight."

"Everyone of you performed exceptionally well. I would like to give special praise to Wen Lanxiang; her performance was the most natural."

Wen Lanxiang nodded slightly, a rare smile flashing across her cold face: "You flatter me, sir."

Qin Liniang squeezed through the crowd and asked softly, "My lord, the matter of the meat is settled, so what's next?"

"There are arrangements."

Lu Jing's smile faded, and his expression turned serious: "Eating meat is just the first step. Once you have a solid physical foundation, the training intensity will double."

"Besides, Fang Shengtian has given us so much face, we can't just take the benefits and not do anything in return."

"In a couple of days, I plan to have him arrange a combat exercise against the veterans of the Flying Cavalry Battalion, so that you can test your results in real combat."

"A combat drill?" The female prisoners scratched their heads. "Sir, what is a combat drill?"

"It's just you guys sparring and competing."

"Oh, I get it, I get it!"

The female prisoners stood up one after another, their eyes shining.

"right."

Lu Jing's lips curled up slightly: "You guys better perform well then, and show those grown men what special forces really are."

"good!"

Ye Qingqing was the first to clench her fist: "I've wanted to fight them again for ages! I didn't get enough of them last time in front of the restaurant!"

"Aba aba!"

Nyurumedo nodded vigorously, her hands clenching so tightly they cracked.

"Then it's settled."

Lu Jing clapped his hands: "Go back and rest, everyone. We'll eat meat tomorrow, beat people up the day after. There's hope for the future."

"yes!"

The female prisoners responded in unison and filed out of the side courtyard with light steps.

Lu Jing was the last to come out. He stood under the eaves, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and had a faint smile on his lips.

The meat supply is secured, training will be intensified, and combat drills are also planned.

Meanwhile, his bigger plan—to incorporate the mountain bandits, take over Dangning City, and build his own army—was gradually moving from blueprints into reality.

It can't be rushed, but it can't be slow either.

Lu Jing stretched his neck and turned to walk towards his room.

Behind him, separated by two courtyard walls, a dark figure was silently retreating into the night, clinging to the shadow of the Flying Cavalry Camp's outer wall.

On the scabbard at the man's waist, the pattern of a winged tiger flashed for a moment in the moonlight before disappearing back into darkness.