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    “You ……” Demon Buddha Broussonetia was momentarily speechless.

    He couldn’t say that Sect Leader Windsky had deliberately put on such a show in order to curry favor with Simon the Snow Blower, could he?

    “You …… are being sophomoric!” Devil Buddha Broussonetia said in a furious voice.

    “Whether I’ve been sophomoric or not, you know it in your own heart!” Sect Master Feng Tian laughed coldly, “You came here today just to make me give up the Green Immortal and turn to support your great disciple, Liang Gui, to become the new Demon Lord, am I right?”

    The Devil Buddha Broussonetia’s face instantly became very ugly.

    He didn’t expect that Sect Leader Windsky would poke holes in his mind so directly.

    “You …… you’re talking nonsense!” Devil Buddha Broussonetia said in annoyance.

    “Whether I am talking nonsense or not, you know it in your own heart!” Windy Sky Sect Master sneered, “I’ll tell you, I, Windy Sky Sect Master, have always done things openly and honestly, and have never cared to play with those plots and tricks! If you don’t like it, you can leave, I will never force you to stay!”

    “You ……” Demon Buddha Broussonetia was so angry that he was trembling, but he had no words to retort.

    “You …… you wait for me!” In the end, he could only drop a vicious sentence and brush his sleeve away.

    Looking at the back of the departing Demon Buddha Broussonetia, Sect Leader Feng Tian let out a cold smile as a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

    “I’ll wait!” He whispered, his tone cold and piercing.

    “Young Lord, you’re looking for me?”

    Chief Military Counselor Sima Ming was still buried in piles of official documents, and when he saw me come in, he raised his head with a hint of surprise on his face.

    “I’d like to have a drink with Armsmaster, I wonder if I have time?” I asked with a smile.

    “Going to Ma Jia Village?” Sima Ming put down the official document in his hand and asked with interest.

    “Why, does Armsmaster want to go too?” I asked rhetorically with a smile.

    “I would like to go and see just what kind of pinnacle of gold can make you, Young Lord, linger so much.” Sima Ming said with a smile.

    “Armsmaster is joking, I just think that it’s time for you to find some time to relax since you’re busy day in and day out.” I said with a straight face, “Besides, you are the backbone of our Holy Sect, even if you slack off for a day or two, the Holy Sect won’t collapse.”

    “Young Lord is joking, if I were to be lazy for a year and a half, the Sacred Sect wouldn’t have collapsed, that’s what makes people most helpless.” Sima Ming laughed mockingly, then stood up and said, “Let’s go, it’s rare for you, Young Lord, to have this kind of pleasure, I, as a subordinate, will naturally lay down my life to accompany you!”

    “Armsmaster is joking, you are the treasure of our Holy Sect, I wouldn’t dare ask you to ‘lay down your life’.” I smiled and said, “We’re just going for a drink and a chat to relax.”

    “Let’s go then.” Sima Ming said with a smile, taking the lead and walking out of the room.

    I followed him out of the room, but was secretly relieved.

    I knew that Sima Ming had already guessed that my visit to him this time was by no means as simple as just drinking and chatting.

    “Warlord, what qualities should a qualified warlord have, in your opinion?” I asked in a seemingly casual manner while walking.

    When Sima Ming heard this, his footsteps slightly lurched, and he turned his head to look at me, an imperceptible glint of essence flashing in his eyes.

    “This question, when I was young, I often asked myself as well.” He mused for a moment and said slowly, “However, after so many years have passed, I realized that the answer to this question is, in fact, very simple.”

    Yeah, it’s an issue that is as simple as it is complex.

    Just like if someone asked me what qualities a qualified martial artist should possess, I would not really know how to answer for a moment.

    “In my opinion, a qualified military advisor only needs to do one thing, and that is: to be smarter than the enemy’s military advisor, than the enemy’s military advisor!” Sima Ming said word for word, his tone firm and strong.

    I sniffed and froze.

    It’s an answer that I never thought of, yet took for granted.

    “Is it that you feel that this answer is too simple, and even a bit perfunctory?” Sima Ming looked at me and asked with a smile.

    “No, that answer, I think, hits the nail on the head.” I shook my head, sincerely.

    “When I was young, I also like to think about some profound things, always think, a qualified military division, should know astronomy up, know geography down, plan in a tent, win a thousand miles away ……” Sima Ming smiled self-deprecatingly. “However, with the passage of time, I gradually realized that those things, of course, are important, but the most important thing is that you have to be smarter than your opponents, even smarter!”

    “A martial artist on the battlefield can improvise, and can adjust their tactics at any time according to the changes in the battlefield situation. However, a military division can’t! Once the military division makes a mistake, the consequences are unimaginable! Instead of having the entire army wiped out due to their own mistakes, it would be better to die on the way to the charge, at least, that would be a good way to die!” As Sima Ming said this, his tone became a bit agitated, “Therefore, I always caution those of my juniors that they must strive to become smarter! Because, this is about the survival of all of them!”

    I quietly listened to Sima Ming’s words, my heart filled with shock.

    I never thought that this seemingly elegant and easy-going old man, deep down, actually hides such a heavy sense of responsibility and sense of mission.

    “Come, drink!” Sima Ming raised his glass and said with a smile, “Let’s not talk about those heavy topics, today, we’ll only talk about the wind and moon, not matters of state!”

    I smiled and raised my glass, clinking it with his and drinking it down.

    I knew that he had more to say, and I, too, was ready to listen.

    “Young Lord, you came to find me today, it shouldn’t just be to ask me this question, right?” Sima Ming put down his wine glass and looked at me, saying with a smile.

    I smiled and didn’t deny it.

    I knew that he had seen through me long ago.

    “I, for one, would like to know why you are asking me this question?”

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