"It's no wonder that so many warriors have gathered here. There is no quota limit for the martial arts examination this year. Anyone who meets the conditions can be appointed an official and lead the army. Once the Emperor Jing's list is published, I am afraid that all the young warriors from the twenty-seven provinces will be Alarmed!"
Jiang Li led his horse into the forest and calmly faced the scrutiny from all kinds of eyes. He looked around the forest with his peripheral vision and found that although the warriors were sitting in a group, they were faintly divided into three camps.
Next to the bonfire in the west, there is a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority, and orderly hierarchy.
A young man with gorgeous clothes and extraordinary equipment was surrounded by many warriors dressed as retainers and servants. He sat on a wide chair covered with soft animal skins and warmed himself by the fire.
The sharp gaze looking at Jiang Li came from here.
Behind this group of people, in addition to tall horses wearing expensive saddles, there was also a luxurious carriage with a wide body.
The lights inside the car are dim, and the shadows of three women are reflected on the window, shaking from time to time, which attracts people's imagination.
The bonfire in the north was very deserted, with only seven young people of similar age in green robes sitting around.
Their breathing was long and their eyes were introverted. Under their loose robes, their arm muscles were condensed and their veins were bulging. They all had good strength and were martial artists from the same sect.
The horses he is equipped with are tall and strong, and they are all excellent horses.
Jiang Li had too little experience to distinguish the sect origins of these sect disciples, so he looked south again.
The atmosphere there was the most lively and harmonious, with many young warriors sitting around the bonfire.
The clothes they wear are made of ordinary materials. Although the swords they wear are of superb cold light and wrapped in leather, they are mostly ordinary. Their martial arts realm is also relatively low, which is in sharp contrast to the children of aristocratic families and sect disciples.
Many didn't even have horses to ride on.
But everyone was sitting around chatting and clinking wine glasses. It was so lively. The bonfire was blazing, reflecting on the young faces. They were full of enthusiasm and youthfulness, and their eyes were full of infinite reveries and expectations for the future.
Jiang Li tied up his horse and walked straight to the bonfire in the south, clasping his hands in his fists: "Excuse me, my surname is Jiang, and I am also a candidate for the martial arts exam!"
"We are so far apart that meeting each other is fate. Don't be polite, little brother. Most of us are meeting for the first time. We were unable to arrive before the gates of Shengjing were closed, so we settled down for a while!"
A young martial artist with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a strong body laughed, and turned sideways to give up a position. The young warriors nearby also returned the greetings, very enthusiastically.
There is no quota limit for the Great Zhou Martial Arts Examination, and there is no competitive relationship among the young warriors who are referred. Once they pass the martial arts examination selection in the future, they will all be brothers who will fight together on the battlefield.
Unlike the military attachés who come from aristocratic families and sects, these future military attachés who come from civilian backgrounds do not have the support of power and resources. If they want to gain a foothold in the military and make achievements, they can only make friends and stick together.
This is not only the way to live in the world, but also one of the fundamentals of being an official and a general.
Jiang Li joined the others and sat cross-legged by the campfire. He was similar in age to the warriors around him, and after a while, they became familiar with each other.
"Brother Jiang, I see that your steps are light and there are no traces on the ground. Your martial arts level is definitely not low, but the skin of your hands is delicate and scarless. It is completely different from our rough and brute style. Your family background is extraordinary, and you must be from a wealthy family. !”
Zhao Tiehe handed a bowl of warm liquor to Jiang Li and was a little puzzled: "During the Great Zhou Dynasty, all the great families wanted their children to make meritorious deeds and become generals. Why did Brother Jiang rush to take the exam alone?"
"To be honest, Brother Zhao, although I come from a noble family, I am a concubine and have no family protection behind me!"
After drinking the strong drink, Jiang Li wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Actually, there was a black dog accompanying me when I came out this time, but when that guy was in danger, he actually ran faster than me. I don't know if we saw him again. Opportunity!"
"Brother Jiang, what if we don't have the support of our family? We warriors have tempered our bodies and strengthened our ambitions. As long as we move forward, we can create a world single-handedly. It should be noted that the current Minister of War, Jiang Shirong Jiang, the Marquis of Zhenwu, was once just like us. Being from a poor background and without family protection, it is not the same to suppress the world's martial arts!"
Zhao Tiehe laughed loudly, and he smacked his lips with pride: "As for that black dog that is afraid of death and doesn't know its owner, it is useless to keep it. If I see it in the future, I will just skin it and stew it!"
"This is the best!" Jiang Li smiled.
"Hey, it's easy for Brother Zhao to say that. In the eighty years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, there were only one hundred thousand civilian-born military attachés, but there was only one Zhenwuhou!"
A thin young warrior curled his lips in disdain. He looked at the procession of aristocratic families not far away and the silhouette of a woman reflected in the carriage window, his eyes full of envy and passion.
"The children of aristocratic families are well-dressed and well-fed. They are provided with precious pills, medicinal wine, and secret medicines as if they were flowing water. Lying on a woman's belly, the level of martial arts can also rise all the way. As soon as they enter the military camp, a lot of silver is sprinkled, and the sergeant under the command is killed without risking his life. Enemy, accumulate merit for him!"
Another young warrior sighed, angry and dissatisfied, which attracted the echo of many young warriors.
"Thousand-year-old dynasty, ten-thousand-year-old family, and the family will never be destroyed. These warriors born from common people will never have a way to rise!"
Jiang Li saw the performance of these young warriors in his eyes, shook his head and sighed.
The imperial power of the Great Zhou Dynasty was supreme, but the aristocratic sects were deeply rooted, occupied land resources, controlled the inheritance of martial arts and Taoism, and their influence was entangled and difficult to eradicate.
When the dynasty was at its peak, they were dormant and obedient, sending disciples and disciples to serve as officials in the dynasty, loyal to the court and protecting the family.
Once the imperial power declines and troubled times arise again, they will be the first to rise up, either to compete in the world, or to support the Ming Dynasty, and enjoy the merit of following the dragon.
The monarchs of all dynasties have tried to change this passive situation, but no one has succeeded. Instead, it has caused turmoil and even the overthrow of the dynasty.
This generation of Zhou emperors worked hard to govern, had great talents and strategies, and had the ambition to unify the nine states and become the emperor for eternity.
But if the family sect is not destroyed, the path to becoming emperor will be difficult!
The young warriors around him started a new round of arguments, while Jiang Li stood up quietly, found a quiet corner, closed his eyes to rest, and looked inside his mind.
In the battle outside Shengjing City, Jiang Li only "lost" a black dog, but gained ten ghost thoughts from the virtuous saint, which can be said to be a huge profit.
In the future, whether he refines these thoughts or sacrifices them to the golden pages to obtain Tiangang supernatural powers, his strength and means will be greatly improved.
His eyes wandered around the altar, and finally fell on the brocade silk as thin as cicada wings.
The virtuous saint's Yin Shen awakened and immediately put away this brocade silk. Its preciousness is self-evident.
Jiang Li's heart moved, and under the caress of his soul power, the huddled brocade silk slowly unfolded.
A crane with pure white feathers, elegant and elegant, stretches its wings and is about to fly. It floats on the brocade silk, surrounded by countless small characters and patterns.
The White Crane Immortal has an upright and extraordinary demeanor.
The green beak is like a sword, the wings are bright like a fan, and thousands of sharp qi are scattered.
Looking from a distance, the crane picture on the brocade silk resembles a hidden fairy swordsman. He does not have the fangs and claws of a tiger or a leopard, but he has the transcendent swordsmanship. He wants to break free from the shackles, and his sword flies through the nine heavens. .
"This white crane is lifelike and has the charm of a real creature!"
Jiang Li's heart trembled slightly, and he looked intently. Above the crane picture, three big characters were very eye-catching: Jiaohe Picture!
The font position is to the left, and the left side of the brocade silk is not regular.
The picture of a crane shows a crane but not a dragon, which is obviously not the whole picture.
"Jiang Xinbai and Jiang Xinyu have always been inseparable. The crane picture was found on Jiang Xinyu, and the half of the dragon picture should be in Jiang Xinbai's hands!"
Jiang Li secretly thought it was a pity, and then concentrated on studying the words and symbols in the crane picture.
The joy on his face became more and more intense.
"What is recorded on this crane map is actually a complete secret art of Qi Zong. Not only is it of extremely high grade, it is far superior to the Hundred Steps Divine Fist taught to me by Mo Yunliang. It also contains the complete cultivation method of Qi Zong. It is not a martial arts saint of the Han Dynasty. The incomplete version presented by Xie Yanke is the real Qizong inheritance!"
Jiang Li was extremely pleasantly surprised. Although the inheritance of top-grade martial arts in this world was controlled by dynasties, aristocratic families, and sects, and rarely leaked out, it still existed in large numbers.
But since the Qi Sect inheritance was cut off in the late Middle Ages, there is no trace left.
The crane picture in Jiang Li's hand was enough to make up for the shortcomings of Qi Meridian in this world and create another branch of cultivation that could be on par with Wu Meridian.
"Jiang Xinyu has been practicing in Linghe Castle since she was seven years old, and this brocade silk also contains the inheritance of energy related to cranes. What is the connection between the two?"
"If Linghe Fort had this crane picture before, why has no relevant information been circulated?"
Jiang Li had many questions, but in the end they were suppressed by the joy in his heart.
The inheritance of Qi recorded in the Crane Picture is called "Heavenly Crane Sword Qi" and consists of two volumes.
The first volume of Tianhe Qi Jue is a method for Qi channel cultivation.
The next volume of the nine movements of Tianhe is a Qi pulse attack technique.
Among them, the Heavenly Crane Qi Jue is of a very high grade, and the Heavenly Crane Qi produced through cultivation is as close to an immortal as it is to a saint, ethereal and agile, and extremely extraordinary.
But it still can't be compared with Jiang Li's "Lingbao Tianzun Xiantian Yiqi Guidance Technique".
The gap between the two is like cloud and mud.
"Lingbao Tianzun's Innate Qi Guidance Technique" is the supreme Qi pulse technique.
With the assistance of the Golden Page and the Star Hall, Jiang Li fully mastered the Qi Meridian Technique and reached a very high level.
Therefore, just by studying it carefully and reading it several times, you can fully grasp the entire secret of Tianhe Qi Jue.
It's a pity that his energy realm is limited. Although his true energy can be released, it cannot be condensed and formed. He can only barely practice the first two moves of Tianhe's nine moves.
"Dear heroes, my young master comes from a businessman in Linyuan Province. He went to Beijing today to take the exam. It is a fate to meet you all in this mountain forest. I have specially prepared a small amount of wine, and I would like to invite you to have a drink with me!"
Just when Jiang Li was about to master the nine postures of Tianhe, a middle-aged warrior wearing black scale armor stood up from the crowd on the west side of the forest, strode over, and shouted to the civilian warriors sitting around the campfire. Invitation: "My son, I would like to remind you that all of you are from poor backgrounds and it is not easy to practice martial arts. Everyone who attends the dinner will receive a bottle of top-quality medicine to enhance their strength in martial arts!"
"If you attend the dinner, you will get a bottle of top-grade treasure medicine!"
As soon as the black-armored warrior spoke, the young warriors sitting around the campfire were all surprised, and the originally noisy and lively atmosphere suddenly became silent.
Precious medicine is an indispensable auxiliary medicine for martial artists to temper their bodies. It has the function of replenishing blood, nourishing vitality, and strengthening flesh, blood, roots and bones.
Not only are the prescriptions rare, most of them are in the hands of aristocratic families and sects, and the raw materials needed to refine the treasure pills are also extremely precious.
A bottle of ordinary quality medicine can be sold in the market for a high price of more than ten taels of silver.
Isn't it possible that a top-grade precious medicine might be worth nearly forty or fifty taels of silver?
After being surprised, many young warriors were a little moved.
Although a bottle of precious medicine seems to be inexpensive, the amount of precious medicine required is not a small amount, and it is definitely not something ordinary households can afford due to the long years of martial arts training and the daily training of the body.
Many civilian warriors have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, but they have never taken even a single treasure pill. At most, they only cook meat with herbs that replenish qi and blood.
Now that the martial arts examination is coming, if you can get a bottle of high-grade treasure medicine, your martial arts realm will be slightly improved, your condition will be improved, and you will have more confidence in passing the martial arts examination.
After only a moment's hesitation, many young warriors could not resist the temptation of the precious medicine. They stood up and walked towards the queue of Linyuan Province merchants.
But there are also many warriors who choose to ignore it.
If the Linyuan Merchant's young master is really just a hospitable invitation, there is absolutely no reason for anyone to refuse.
But the black-armored martial artist directly proposed the reward for the precious medicine, and the intention of bribery was very obvious.
The warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty also had their own pride.
"You are very grateful for your refusal of my young master's kindness, but you will definitely regret it in the future. You come from a poor family and your body is like duckweed. If you don't rely on a big tree, life in the army will be extremely difficult!"
The black-armored martial artist had already anticipated such a situation and did not force it. He just sneered and turned to leave.
"Hmph, just a bottle of precious medicine, but you still want to buy my heart and soul!"
Zhao Tiehe whispered in a low voice. He looked around and saw that the two young warriors with whom he had a pleasant conversation just now had left at some point.
"Why!"
Zhao Tiehe shook his head and sighed. As soon as he raised the wine bowl in his hand, he saw the black-armored warrior who had left before suddenly left and returned, walking towards this side again.
"You shouldn't have heard my curse and come here to cause trouble for me!"
Zhao Tiehe couldn't help being surprised. Although he was a martial artist in the late Tai Chi realm, he was still as weak as a kitten when faced with a black-armored martial artist who was two realms above him.
"My young master has taken a fancy to your war horse and wants to pay for it. You two can set a price!"
Unexpectedly, the black-armored warrior crossed Zhao Tiehe and came directly to the edge of the clearing. He spoke coldly to two young warriors in their early twenties, who were leaning against a big tree.
(End of chapter)
