"After more than a decade, the soldiers from that year had been changed to the newer generation. Equipment and gears that had not been replaced for many years had all become rusted and broken.

"Up until a few years ago, the Western Region rebelled, the imperial court had no other solution but to allow the Marquis of Order to take on this mission during trying times and start the Black Iron Camp anew.

To say that Marshall Gu took command of Black Iron Camp, it is better to say that he has once again trained a group of elite powerhouses in the Western Region. If you have the opportunity, it is better for you to learn his current style of writing."

Chang Geng was startled: "Teacher Shen has seen the Marquis' writing from his later years? "

Shen Yi laughed: "Although they are rare, occasionally one or two pages circulate in the market, all claiming to be authentic and genuine. Whether they are the real deal or not, I do not know. "

He said this while blowing at the white steam, placing their meals on the table. Knowing his manners, Chang Geng stepped over to help. As he was carrying the bowl of porridge, he passed by Shiliu. The man reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

Chang Geng grew faster than an average teenager; his stature was already bigger than his peers. Even though he was still lacking some flesh and bone, he was already catching up with his young yifu in height, so just by tilting his head up a bit, he could already look directly into Shiliu's eyes.

Shiliu actually had a pair of signature peach blossom eyes, only when his gaze was scattered would one notice this, because as soon as they became focused, his pupils seemed to become a pair of endless black abyss, hidden deep in dark clouds where one could not see the bottom.

Chang Geng's heart jumped, he lowered his voice and deliberately used the title he usually did not use: "Yifu, what is it?"

Shiliu said casually: "Children should have fun, don't go all day thinking about trying to be heroes, has there ever existed a hero that had a good ending? All you need is food on the table and a roof over your head, a worry-free life is the best kind of life to live, a little bit short on the budget or a bit too much downtime is nothing to worry about."

Shen Shiliu playing dumb was a usual everyday occurrence. He rarely ever spoke of anything sensible, but the moment he did, it was to splash cold water on Chang Geng immediately.

Shiliu was but a sickly blind-deaf, as a matter of course, he did not have any plans or ambitions in life, nor did he have any determination. But how could any young person listen to these non-motivational words?