"My lord must be an immortal!"
Huang Zhong was grateful to Zhang Mu, but he also felt a lot of respect.
He was born with divine strength. All these years, he had brought Huang Xu to visit famous doctors but did not bring him to practice martial arts. At this moment, both his physical strength and martial arts were at their peak.
Even three to five ordinary brawny men would not be able to restrict his movements.
However, Zhang Mu looked like an elegant young master on the outside, but he easily lifted him up with one hand. He was completely unable to resist.
Then, he thought of Zhang Mu's method of treating Huang Xu.
If this wasn't the descent of a deity, then what was it?
Such a lord, even if he didn't save his son, he was still worth following!
............
"I'm overjoyed to have Hansheng serve me, I'll drink to my heart's content.”
It was already close to noon. Zhang Mu pulled Huang Zhong and his son into the house and served them a meal. He even ordered someone to call Chen Dao, who had already returned from Runan with his family.
Guo Jia and Xu Chu were naturally together.
Other than Mi Zhu, Zhang Mu's generals and strategists were all present.
Seeing the many dishes on the table that they had never heard of before, Huang Zhong and Huang Xu were greatly intrigued. The latter had a youthful temperament and couldn't help but eat a few more bowls.
Guo Jia saw that Huang Xu was interested, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly said,"Huang Xu, are you willing to take me as your master?”
As expected of the prodigal Guo Jia, always thinking of what to do?
Zhang Mu was stunned for a moment before nodding in his heart. He felt that this matter was feasible.
Although Huang Xu's body had already recovered, he was already in the year of dancing elephants (15 to 20 years old). It would be very difficult for him to achieve anything in martial arts. He would not lose his reputation as a general in the future.
Zhang Mu was even considering finding a second wife for Huang Zhong to practice a few more side accounts.
Not only Huang Zhong, but also Xu Chu, Chen Dao, and the generals who might join him in the future. He had to ensure that he could have more children.
Good genes could not be wasted!
The Cao and Xiahou clans didn't notice this. At least half of Boss Cao's subordinates were clan generals in the early stages, but they were all quite powerful.
Moreover, he had to give these generals time to nurture their children. Otherwise, like in the original track, Shu Han would not be able to take on any of the descendants of the Five Tiger Generals.
He had gone off topic.
All in all, Huang Xu was not suited to be a pure military general. Martial arts could only be a supplement.
He looked very smart and filial. If he took Guo Jia as his master, he might not be able to inherit the mantle, but as long as he learned 50% of his skills, it would not be a problem for him to become a Confucian general in the future.
"Father?"
Huang Xu didn't know how to answer, so he looked at Huang Zhong for help.
Guo Jia's acceptance of a disciple was too sudden, and the young man was momentarily at a loss.
Huang Zhong didn't say anything and looked at Zhang Mu.
Since he had already recognized her as his master, he would naturally follow his lord's wishes.
Zhang Mu smiled slightly and said," Feng Xiao is only twenty years old. I didn't expect him to have plans to take in a disciple. If Mister Shui Jing knew that he had a grand-disciple long ago, I wonder if he would say three good words in a row?"”
Zhang Mu's words were filled with ridicule.
Mister Shui Jing was referring to Sima Hui. He was elegant, knowledgeable, and knowledgeable. He was proficient in the arts of war, classics, and would nurture Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong in the future. He had even evaluated the two of them as " Crouching Dragon " and " Young Phoenix ".
Sima Hui only accepted Pang De Gong's invitation to leave the mountain when Liu Biao established the academy. Before that, he had been teaching at Yingchuan Academy.
Yingchuan Academy was jointly established by all the great clans in Yingchuan. The first dean was Xun Shu. He was known as the Divine Lord and had eight sons. They were known as the Xun Eight Dragons. Xun Yu, the " King's Assistant Talent ", was his grandson.
Sima Hui and the Xun Eight Dragons were of the same generation. He had been the dean of Yingchuan Academy for a period of time and was very famous in Yuzhou.
"It's Mister Shui Jing's disciple!"
Nanyang County was adjacent to Yingchuan County, so Huang Zhong had naturally heard of Sima Hui's name. He knew that Zhang Mu was mentioning his Guo Jia background, so he quickly gave Huang Xu a look.
This was a rare opportunity!
"Greetings, teacher!"
Huang Xu reacted very quickly. He strode into the hall and bowed to Guo Jia.
"Very good!"
Guo Jia smiled and nodded. He then looked at Zhang Mu,"My Lord, Jia is poor. This apprenticeship gift..."
"Good job, Feng Xiao. You're already asking for benefits for your disciple!”Zhang Mu scolded with a smile, but he wasn't angry, casually waving his hand forward.
"Bang!"
A large saber appeared out of thin air in front of Huang Xu, and it descended straight down, sinking deep into the ground.
This scene shocked everyone present, including Guo Jia.
"Sumeru Mustard Seed?"
"Immortal methods?"
This was the first time Huang Zhong and Chen Dao had seen Zhang Mu use such a method.
Creating something out of thin air, wasn't this the means of the gods?
What four generations and three dukes, what descendant of a famous family, what Han clan relative, wasn't this identity weak?
Huang Zhong was shocked, but he was even more determined in his decision.
It was right to be loyal wholeheartedly!
Chen Dao also had some thoughts in his heart.
To be able to follow such a lord, why worry about not having a real man?
Zhang Mu casually showed off his skills and shocked the generals.
“.”Guo Jia was speechless.
His original intention was to get Zhang Mu to send some paper or a few books to show his generous side as the lord, but he did not expect him to show such a hand.
Even if you're an immortal, this is too
Guo Jia didn't know what to say.
Poor ancient people.
If they were living in the modern world, they would at least be able to say something.
"Damn it, he got me."
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