As long as these soldiers have experienced the baptism of the battlefield, no matter they win or lose, they will be a batch of excellent seeds.
They have seen iron and blood, and have fought brutal wars with brave people like the Tuying people.
They will definitely give the Yang family a lot of help in the future civil war in the Central Plains.
Therefore, Yang Shen must keep them in his hands.
Now he is the commander-in-chief of this army, and he has a unique advantage in this regard.
Moreover, there are Zhang Facai, Yang Caiqing and others in the left Wuwei army, and there are also two hundred soldiers from the Changfeng Legion serving as captains in the right Wuwei army. and the position of team leader, so he is actually very confident.
After a while, the game was all roasted.
Yang Shen tore off the drumstick of a pheasant and handed it to Ye Lingbo.
He also took a bite and began to eat slowly.
"Well, Uncle Fang's skills are really good."
Yang Shen praised.
The chicken legs are roasted golden and buttery.
Although there is no seasoning, it still gives a good taste when you eat it.
Fang Huaxiang also ate some and tasted the taste.
After hearing Yang Shen's praise, he smiled and said: This is a skill he learned when he was traveling in the world.
I didn't expect that it has not been completely abandoned after so many years of practice.
There was a lot of sadness on his face: "Although those days in the arena were surrounded by swords and swords all day long, I still feel extremely thrilling when I think about it, but now I can't help but feel a little nostalgic."
Yang Shen smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, Uncle Fang is still a sentimental person, and he still can't forget the things in the world."
Fang Huaxiang's voice became a little deeper: As people get older, they will inevitably feel nostalgic.
Yang Shen didn't say anything else.
In this era when one can call himself an old man at the age of forty, Fang Huaxiang is already forty-three, so there is nothing wrong in saying that he is old.
People like them, who have seen all the prosperity in the world, do not need comfort from a young boy like themselves.
This has nothing to do with their noble status.
Yang Shen glanced at Zhou Aiguo.
The old man sent to him by the Ye family has been somewhat silent since he entered the Yang Mansion.
He usually stays quietly where he lives and does not communicate with others.
Even at this time, Gathered with everyone, everyone was talking enthusiastically, but he didn't see him taking the initiative to communicate with others.
Yang Shen suddenly smiled and said to Zhou Aiguo: "Mr.
Zhou, Uncle Fang's craftsmanship is not bad."
Zhou Aiguo said with a smile: OK, Xiaofang's craftsmanship is excellent.
As soon as the old man opened his mouth, a few big yellow teeth appeared in his mouth.
Coupled with the tone of his voice, he gave the impression that he was an old country farmer.
Fang Huaxiang couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
After all, he was also a master-level expert in the arena.
Although he had not been around in the arena for many years, as long as someone mentioned the name of "The Great Monument Smasher", who was the older generation figure in the arena?
Don't praise a good man Although the old man surnamed Zhou is not young, calling him Xiao Fang this way is too much.
At this time, Yang Shen noticed that his fourth uncle Yang Xiaoshun looked at Mr.
Zhou with an unusual look, full of surprise and uncertainty.
Yang Shen asked Yang Xiaoshun with some confusion: Fourth uncle, what's going on?
Yang Xiaoshun suddenly stood up, walked to Mr.
Zhou, and bowed to the old man and saluted: I dare you to ask whether Brother Zhou had the title of a bloody hero in the world in the past.
His voice actually trembled slightly.
Mr.
Zhou stretched out his hand to support Yang Xiaoshun, and did not let the Yang family member who seemed to be the same age as him bow down seriously.
He sighed slightly and said: I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people in this world who remember the name of the old man.
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Yang Xiaoshun said excitedly: "I met Brother Zhou by chance in my early years.
Brother Zhou's extraordinary demeanor in the past has made me unforgettable to this day.
Every time I think of you, the hero who hunted down for thirty thousand miles and killed the Seven Evils in Mang Mountain I can't help but yearn for your demeanor.
I only regret that my martial arts skills were low and I couldn't fight the enemy side by side with you
.
"
When he said this, there was a hint of trance in his eyes.
Twenty years ago, Mr.
Zhou was dressed in white as snow.
He was so heroic that he was a middle-aged uncle who overturned many chivalrous young women in the world.
Although I am from the same generation as him, when he became famous and powerful in the world, his martial arts was far from reaching the master level, and the two sides could not have any intersection.
But now, looking at the old man in front of me who is skinny and with yellow teeth when he smiles, it is really difficult to connect him with that person back then.
If his appearance hadn't left such a deep impression on him, he might not have dared to recognize him.
Mr.
Zhou sighed slightly: "Old man, I can't do it anymore."
Yang Xiaoshun's attitude was still very respectful: Mr.
Zhou, you were a rare and powerful person in the Grandmaster realm back then.
Now that twenty years have passed, I'm afraid you are not far away from the Grandmaster realm.
This is of course a compliment from Yang Xiaoshun.
If the Grand Master realm can be broken through through the accumulation of time, it will not become a deterrent force like nuclear weapons in the world.
In fact, after the age of fifty, the Qi and blood of martial arts practitioners decline so much that it is almost impossible to break through to this level again.
Even if Mr.
Zhou had a reputation in the world of martial arts when he was young, and had always been regarded as one of the martial arts wizards, no one present would think that he could break this convention.
Sure enough, Mr.
Zhou shook his head and smiled without saying a word.
There was some emotion in Yang Xiaoshun's tone: When Brother Zhou came out of the world, he was so brilliant that everyone in the world was speculating about your origin.
Some said you were from the Zhengyi Sect, while others said you were from the Tianxie Sect.
I didn't expect you, Brother Zhou.
It turned out to be the Ye family.
Mr.
Zhou said calmly: The old man is originally a son of the Ye family.
My ancestors were all slaves of the Ye family.
If I am not from the Ye family, who am I?
When he mentioned the word "slave", his tone was very calm and he was not ashamed of it.
Yang Xiaoshun smiled and said: "I'm afraid it wasn't true a long time ago.
Mr.
Zhou's parents must be smiling with a promising son like you."
No matter what family it is, as long as one of the slaves reaches the level of a first-class master in the world, not only will his own slave status be lifted, but even his direct relatives will be honored and freed.
Mr.
Zhou sighed slightly: Unfortunately, they have been dead for many years.
At that time, he felt disheartened precisely because he heard the news of his mother's death.
From then on, he lived in seclusion in the Ye family and never traveled in the world again.
However, without a lot of hard work, he ultimately failed to break through to the grand master realm he dreamed of.
This was a lifelong regret for him
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