At the banquet where he was young, Chen Dao's calm personality made him very calm and know his current situation.

The protagonist of tonight's banquet is the former swordsman king Yue.

Wang Yue's face was flushed, and his shame in the afternoon was gone, while Lu Bu, who was kneeling in the upper position, talked frequently like he didn't mind at all, and burst into laughter from time to time.

Wang Yue was indeed the former Sword Saint, but he was obsessed with power in the later stages and was a so-called official fan who went to Luoyang to seek official positions.

Although the people gave the title of imperial master, Wang Yue just got into the palace to teach the prince's sword defense skills.

As a result, after Dong Zhuo entered Beijing, the deposed emperor and reincarnated Liu Xie, and Wang Yue disappeared in the court since then.

"The King's swordsmanship is excellent, and I will be appointed as the King's swordsman to seek a higher position."

Lu Bu said with a smile, but when Wang Yue saw this, he smiled awkwardly. He picked up the wine bottle and drank it all and covered up his embarrassment.

"General, I was born in Hanwei and can only be said to be very knowledgeable. Although I have the sword skills that the general has seen, I cannot kill the general and seize the flag among the troops like a general."

The more he spoke, the less the king's voice became, and his eyes were even more dodging. Who would have thought that the Sword Saint King Yue, who was once known as the number one in the world, was so humble now?

If you cannot govern the world, you can only talk about writing and writing, and you don’t understand internal affairs at all, so why not talk about being a pastoral guardian.

Although Wu has the sword skills to use one hand, what he needs in the army is that the general charges and commands the three armies.

Nothing is right! But he said it himself, and Wang Yue couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Faced with Wang Yue's self-deprecation, Lu Bu also sighed slightly. This was not fake at all. Wang Yue's bravery was really impossible to exert in the army.

At most, he can only reach the position of a military marquis or a military sage. It is okay to command more than a thousand people. If there are more, Wang Yue will obviously not be able to understand military tactics.

However, as for this peak figure of the previous era, Lu Bu laughed twice, picked up the wine bottle and toasted Wang Yue, saying, "Mr. Wang is worried too much, if it were others, I'm afraid he really doesn't know what."

Seeing that things had a turnaround, Wang Yue, who was a little embarrassed and depressed, suddenly his eyes shone and he looked straight at Lu Bu.

Lu Bu smiled slightly and picked up the wine bottle. After the two of them toasted the void, they drank it all.

"The King of Kings also knows Bu's current identity. He first gives Wang Shijun Sima, and the Kings need to train a group of good swordsmanship."

As for the official position given to him by Lu Bu, the army's Sima, the general who commanded a thousand people, was not even a captain.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, he couldn't help but feel discouraged. But when he heard the other party's last words, he needed to train a group of good swordsmen, he immediately became interested.

Looking at Wang Yue's curious gaze, Lu Bu laughed and said, "The King's Army should know that the princes of Guandong have gathered in the area of ​​the Sour Zao to form alliances. In addition to cavalry and infantry fighting on a large scale in the Central Plains, they also need mountains, attacks, jungles, assassinations, and other operations."

"I have an elite scout team under my account."

When Lu Bu said this, he looked even more proud on his face. Chen Dao, who was beside him, became even more interested and listened curiously.

"You also know that I came from a gate of my country and often fought against the Huns and Xianbei barbarians outside the border. The cavalry fought as fast as lightning. Therefore, Bu had an elite scout under his command, and he could find the enemy's traces in advance every time. Even when chasing, this group of scouts needed to be responsible for pursuing and exploring."

This elite scouts were personally selected and trained. It was said that he was a cavalry led by Lu Bu on the frontier. The barbarians called it the wolf cavalry and would never be defeated in every battle.

But only Lu Bu himself knew that the Wolf Cavalry might be an elite cavalry in the world, but he would never be able to win every battle with the elite cavalry army.

All of this is attributed to the existence of this scout. It can be said that this scout is the eyes of the wolf rider and the nose of the wolf rider.

After Lu Bu finished his detailed explanation, Wang Yue suddenly realized it, and Chen Dao, who was beside him, his face turned red as if he had opened the door to another world for him.

"This elite scout of this general was discovered many times when lurking too close, facing three to five times the enemy."

When Lu Bu said this, he was a little depressed. Many brothers were found too close to each other. They were superb and quick to ride, but they were unable to deal with three to five times the enemy at the same time.

"The scouts were all wearing leather armor and lightly dressed."

"If you receive the guidance of Master Wang, you can have a skilled sword technique and you will definitely be able to achieve great success."

When he said this, Lu Bu bowed to the direction of the palace and said proudly: "The battle between Dong Xiang and the Guandong Alliance Army is about to break out. If this scout makes contributions, it is the King's Contribution. Then Bu asks for contributions from Dong Xiangguo."

At this time, even the foolish Wang Yue also understood that as long as this scout made contributions, wouldn’t it be up to him to Wang Yue? Lu Bu was asking for me according to this, and he would be able to get his official position at that time.

For a moment, Wang Yue stood up excitedly and bowed, "Thank you for your support, General."

After a banquet, Wang Yue was full of red light, and his long-cherished wish for many years finally came to hope today.

Although Chen Dao, who was a supporting role, seemed to be abandoned, he was extremely excited to hear it because he heard knowledge from real battlefields and had never seen in military strategy and strategy.

"Haha, Master Wang."

With a light shout, Lu Bu slowly stood up and picked up the green sword beside him and threw it to Wang Yue. At the same time, he held another sword Yitian.

Lu Bu, who had a flushed face, slowly walked down and exposed his true intentions to Wang Yue.

"Bu is willing to learn about the sword saint Wang Yue."

Looking at Lu Bu who had no way out for him, Wang Yue retreated a little at first, but under Lu Bu's fierce fighting gaze, he had no choice but to leave.

Lu Bu also saw the helplessness in Wang Yue's eyes and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that the former sword saint had been smoothed out.

"Buluo has been lying across the border for decades, and has never met a famous teacher in his life. His swords, guns, swords and halberds are learned from the battlefield, which is for the art of killing."

The smile on Lu Bu's face, who slowly pulled out the Sword of Heaven, disappeared without a trace, and the cold murderous aura rushed out in an instant.

Under dangerous instinct, the hairs on his back stood up one after another, and Wang Yue's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle, as if he had encountered something really scary.

How many years have passed! It seems that only he felt such murderous aura and crisis in Helan Mountain that time.

Under the threat of murderous aura and danger, his physical instinct made him feel as if he was back when he was young. The respect in Wang Yue's eyes gradually faded, and replaced by solemnity.

Such a surging and indifferent murderous aura is really a naked murderous technique, and everything you learn in your life comes from the battlefield between life and death.

Only the battlefield can cultivate such a rebellious beast.

Crane ~

The green light sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the modest uncle in Chen Dao's eyes changed.

The sharp aura suddenly emanated from time to time, and the sword in Wang Yue's eyes reflected in his hand. He also had a flawless killing sword technique when he raised his hand and feet.

This time, Wang Yue no longer looked respectful and humble just now, as if he was a sharp sword with sharpness. He said in a low voice in his cold eyes: "Yue is a slightly cold person, and he has never met a famous teacher in his life. The difference between this sword technique and the general is that the general is a killing technique learned on the battlefield, but Yue is learned in killing."

"Rankers, robbers, bandits, and Qiang tribes are also killing techniques!"
Chapter completed!