Mo Qing Ge did not hesitate but nodded in agreement.

  Her calmness made Mu Xiong feel relieved, and he nodded repeatedly: "You really have grown up. Although you can't cultivate, if you can own loyal and dedicated guards, ordinary people will find it hard to take your life. After you choose the candidates for your personal guard, when training them, let Yu He, Hua Yue, those two maids, and Mo Yang that kid come together with them. They are all serving by your side, having more skills is always good."

  It turned out that Lao Ye Zi brought these three people here with this intention.

  Mo Qingge's heart was clear.

  She did not oppose Mu Xiong's decision, on the contrary, she was very supportive of it.

  "After you've chosen your personal guards, I'll have them trained by Uncle Xiong. At that time..."

  "Grandfather, this time, let me choose the personal guard candidate. I want to train them myself." Mu Qingge interrupted Mu Xiong's words.

  "Oh, what!" Mu Xiong reacted, his voice suddenly rising in fright.

  His reaction made everyone around him turn their heads and look over.

  "Cough, cough." Mu Xiong cleared his throat, and after everyone withdrew their gaze, he sternly said to Mu Qing Ge: "Qing Ge, what kind of joke are you playing? What can you train? Training soldiers is not child's play."

  "Grandpa, I'm being very serious." Mu Qingge looked straight at Mu Xiong, her clear eyes calm and composed.

  Mo Xiong's eyebrows furrowed into a knot, as if trying to see through Mo Qing's thoughts, but found that he couldn't understand his own granddaughter anymore.

  "Grandpa doesn't believe me?" Mu Qingge asked back.

  Mo Xiong's heart was filled with bitterness.

  He believed in his grandson, but believing didn't mean Mu Qing Ge could practice well with the sword.

  The setting sun on the desolate plain, Mu Qingge buried the lives of 500 loyal guards. The backlash had already formed in the hearts of the soldiers, if not for her later courage to admit her mistake and endure the two hundred lashes with dignity, she would have won over these soldiers. Who would now be willing to come and serve as her guard?

  But being willing to come and guard Mu Qingge is one thing, accepting her training is another.

  His little grandson is still a bit too young and arrogant.

  Do you really think these soldiers are well-behaved?

  "Singer, this..." Mu Xiong's heart was rejecting it.

  But as for Shang Sun's eyes that were so clear they seemed to see into one's heart, he couldn't say a word of opposition.

  "Since Grandfather trusts me, then it's settled. This time, since the selection is based on my will, let's do it my way. The person I choose won't need to trouble Uncle Xiong; I'll naturally train them myself. If Grandfather still has concerns, why don't we make a bet?" Mu Qingge said smoothly.

  "What's the bet." Almost subconsciously, Mu Xiong was led by Mu Qing Ge.

  What was supposed to be a dignified refusal of Mu Qing's nonsense turned into listening to her terms.

  However, the old man is still unaware at this moment.

  "Grandfather isn't worried about my ability to lead the troops? Why don't we make a bet, three months from now, my 500 personal guards against the remaining generals in your army. The loser has to make a promise."

  Miao Xiong's whiskers twitched, his tiger eyes widened: "You little brat, you really think you're a newborn calf not afraid of tigers. Your mere 500 men, how can they resist my nearly 10,000 strong army?"

  "How would you know if you don't try?" Mu Qingge laughed with a hint of slyness, yet somehow making her words sound believable.

  Muxiong nodded inexplicably, and when he came to his senses, he had already walked to the training ground. Looking at that slender and majestic figure in dazzling red clothes, he only then realized that he had been tricked by his own grandson.

  Tens of thousands of soldiers have formed up in the drill ground.

  The previous vice-generals have already stood on the platform waiting.

  Mochida Keri felt the scorching gazes pouring down on her as Mochida Takeshi stepped up onto the podium.

  These people, the vast majority of them, followed Mu Xiong to the Sunset Wasteland in search of her. Ziran also witnessed with his own eyes the scene of her receiving the punishment of being flogged.

  It's undeniable, that scene was shocking.

  Let these iron men forgive Mu Qingge's recklessness and accept her as their little master.

  Of course, there were also some curious and suspicious glances, as if it was hard to associate the red-clothed handsome young man in front of them with the person described by their comrades as being as firm as iron, as straight as a sword, speaking with certainty, and enduring two hundred lashes.

  Ignoring the various gazes, Mu Qingge took a step forward, his hands clasped behind him, and said in a clear voice: "Today is the day I select my personal guards. Who I am, you all must have heard something about it. Here, I ask one question, if you are not willing to be my personal guard, please take five steps back."

  As soon as the words fell, the training ground was in an uproar.

  Choosing a favorite, isn't it just about choosing someone who is pleasing to the eye? Why is there still this show?

  They didn't even mention them, and the few deputy generals also looked at Mu Xiong with unclear expressions. The latter could only smile wryly and shake his head, letting them be slightly relieved.

  Unable to gauge Mu Qing's thoughts, after a moment of silence, still two or three thousand people hesitated and retreated five steps.

  Perhaps they were unwilling to become Mu Qing's personal guards, or perhaps they felt that becoming a guard was not as good as fighting on the battlefield. But most people still stood in place, filled with doubt.

  For the two or three thousand people who left, Mu Qing didn't even glance at them. Her gaze fell on those who remained and she said again: "Those of you who are over twenty years old, please take five steps back."

  The crowd erupted in an uproar once again.

  Why is there an age limit? Even if there is one, shouldn't it be better to have a higher age? The older you are, the stronger your cultivation realm should be.

  What is this little kid who's still in his childhood doing? Playing with young master?

  Xiong Deputy General shook his head in disappointment and walked quickly to Mu Xiong's side, saying in a low voice: "General, we can't let the young master mess around anymore."

  Mo Xiong's eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Is Sun Er really messing around?"

  After a moment of contemplation, Mu Xiong said to Deputy Commander Xiong, "Let's watch for now and talk later."

  Muxiong's decision, Xiong deputy will not disobey. Could only sigh and retreat back to his colleagues.

  No one came out to stop them, and the remaining 7,000 or 8,000 people retreated again, with more than 5,000 left. The remaining ones were all young men between the ages of sixteen and seventeen to twenty years old. Most of them had been cultivating in the Red Boundary.

  After two rounds of screening, out of 10,000 people, less than 3,000 were left.

  The number of Mu Qing's personal guards is five hundred. That is to say, the selection ratio of the remaining people is five to one or six to one.

  Her gaze, as clear and cold as ice, fell on each of the remaining people. After taking in everyone with her eyes, Mu Qing Ge continued: "Now, those who remain, carry a weight of ten dan and run around the training grounds one hundred times."

  After finishing speaking, amidst the soldiers' bewilderment, she looked at Mo Yang and said: "You go too."

  Mo Yang didn't hesitate, silently nodding his head, and jumped down from the stage, taking on the burden for himself first. His actions made a hint of approval flash in Mu Qing's eyes.

  With Mo Yang taking the lead, the remaining two or three thousand people also started moving.

  Soon, on the vast training ground, a thousand people started running laps.

  One hundred laps, which adds up to nearly a hundred miles.

  Ten catties is equivalent to thirty kilograms.

  If you don't have strong physical strength and willpower, it's really hard to run down.

  In the end, before sunset, there were less than 700 people who truly completed the hundred laps, all of whom collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Mo Yang was among them, but his pale face and tightly pursed lips never uttered a single groan.

  After glancing at the 670 people, Mu Qingge turned to face Mu Xiong and said: "Grandfather, the first round of selection for my personal guard is complete. These 670 people are the candidates for my guard. As for which 170 will be eliminated next, I'll give you the answer in ten days."

  With just a glance, she clearly knew the number of people. It seems that this young master is not as useless as rumored. But what does she want to do?

  Several deputy generals exchanged glances secretly and made various guesses in their hearts.

  Digression

  The teacher said: "Those who don't collect their essays, get out! Run ten laps around the playground!"

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