Besides the little kid, two siblings from a juggling troupe also expressed a desire to learn from her. Whether they are martial arts prodigies or not, as long as they have the ability to protect everyone, that's enough.
Yu Shuang readily agreed.
One is teaching, and three is also teaching.
In addition, Yu Shuang also selected two people she found agreeable in the mountain stronghold to train as her subordinates.
Two newly arrived bandits rose from the bottom ranks to become the leader's trusted confidants.
They were successfully brainwashed and wished they could repay the kindness of their upbringing with their lives.
A few days after Yu Shuang's crash course was established, all the disciples graduated as expected.
They were full of passion and lofty ambitions.
I hadn't noticed before, but they turned out to be the legendary martial arts prodigies.
No, he's a genius among geniuses.
Martial arts prodigies all start practicing from childhood, dedicating themselves to it day after day for ten years before achieving mastery.
In just a few days, they became as powerful as those who had mastered martial arts.
What else could it be but a prodigy among prodigies?
Talented horses are common, but discerning judges are rare; they were fortunate to find one.
Is there anything more fortunate than this in the world?
After spending some time training a few prodigies, Yu Shuang let them grow freely.
During this time, she also hastily composed a training manual, which all members of her Black Wind Stronghold could practice in the future to enhance the strength of the Black Wind Stronghold.
After arranging most of the affairs in the mountain village, she became a hands-off manager.
The bandits in the village did not engage in production; they made a living by robbing and looting.
Since Yu Shuang and her group took over the place, the indigenous people have been undergoing physical punishment and rehabilitation. Where would they have time to go out and rob?
Only spending without earning will lead to the depletion of resources.
A local resident ran up to Yu Shuang, said some nice words, and righteously proposed to go out and rob, to pay tribute to the chief, and to contribute to the Black Wind Stronghold.
Yu Shuang slapped him across the face.
"Robbery? I think you're still hung up on your dead boss."
The bandit was terrified and immediately knelt down, repeatedly denying his loyalty.
What a terrible injustice! Waaah…
We are all feeling very insecure because we are living off our savings.
Always wanting to do something to make some money is a basic quality of a bandit.
Even with a slap mark on his face, he still insisted on offering honest but unpleasant advice.
Yu Shuang snorted coldly.
"You think you can just sit around and eat up all the mountains? I think you're all just lazy. From today onwards, everyone from Black Wind Stronghold, go and cultivate the land."
"ah?"
The bandit looked bewildered, and then, without warning, received another slap.
Yu Shuang gave him a positive answer and told him he could get lost.
A bandit, with one side of his cheek swollen and red, slunk away from his leader.
The other bandits watched with relief.
Fortunately, it wasn't them who went to offer slanderous advice.
"So, how does the boss plan to solve the problem of making money? We can't just sit around and do nothing, can we?"
The man miserably informed everyone of the leader's orders.
Everyone looked incredulous.
Clearing land for farming?
They're bandits!
Is the boss trying to clear his name?
How can one whitewash the act of privately reclaiming wasteland for farming without reporting it, paying tribute, or levying taxes?
Black Wind Stronghold has become Yu Shuang's personal fiefdom.
Her orders were absolute decrees, and no one dared to disobey them.
So the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold began their arduous task of clearing land and farming.
That day, two henchmen on patrol arrested two people.
One of them was dressed as a frail scholar. The henchmen saw him wandering around the mountain suspiciously and asking about the prisoners from the acrobatic troupe who had been arrested not long ago.
They have been greatly assimilated during this period and have developed a sense of belonging to Black Wind Village.
The members of the juggling troupe are our own people.
This person definitely has ill intentions!
The henchmen had a sudden idea and were about to capture someone when a man in black appeared out of nowhere, displaying impressive martial arts skills.
The two henchmen patrolling the mountain have been practicing the common martial arts of Black Wind Stronghold for some time now, and they are no longer the same as before.
The two teamed up and fought the man in black for several rounds before successfully subduing him.
Under the shocked gazes of the two prisoners, they were bound hand and foot and taken back to Black Wind Stronghold.
Midway through, the frail scholar set his sights on the two henchmen, intending to recruit them. He used his silver tongue and made grand promises.
The underlings were thrown into disarray by what they heard.
They simply stuffed a smelly handkerchief into the scholar's mouth.
Betraying the leader means only one thing—death.
Your offer is certainly attractive, but we still have to see if we're alive to enjoy it.
Just shut up!
Yu Shuang was very satisfied with the performance of the two henchmen and was in a great mood, so she rewarded them handsomely.
She's gotten used to spending money lavishly lately.
Since it was the indigenous people's property anyway, she didn't care.
The two lackeys were extremely grateful and wished they could give their lives for them.
Waaaaah... The boss is even more generous than the previous boss!!
What is the purpose of life?
Of course, it's for these yellow and white things.
I will never say that the boss has a bad temper again.
They were wrong. They should always look for the reasons within themselves and reflect on their actions.
Yu Shuang gestured.
A henchman ripped the smelly towel out of the weak scholar's mouth.
The frail scholar was already rolling his eyes from the stench and kept gagging.
Then he was doused with a bucket of water and felt completely chilled.
"Are you awake now? Confess quickly, or I can't guarantee I'll have the patience to listen to you finish."
The frail scholar suppressed his anger and revealed his identity and purpose.
It turned out to be a strategist from the Chu King's mansion, named Lan Ruofeng, who had come to inquire about the misfortune of the acrobatic troupe.
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