"咴"
Outside the Zhenwu Hou Mansion, horses neighed.
Twenty government soldiers in bright armor rode tall horses and stood sideways in the streets. Following the order of the Marquis of Wu, they escorted the three princes of the Marquis to the Confucian Temple to participate in the military examination policy discussion.
When Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin walked out of the gate of the Marquis Mansion, the horse servants were already waiting outside with their horses in hand.
An unusually majestic black-maned horse raised its head and roared like thunder, with an equally burly and tall young man sitting on its back.
Seeing Jiang Li's figure, the tall man's thick eyebrows revealed a vicious look in his eyes like a poisonous snake preying on its prey. He bared his teeth and lunged at Jiang Li, eating him alive.
"Jiang Li!"
Jiang Xuanyao immediately shouted violently, and the arm holding the handle of the knife couldn't help shaking. He wished he could kill Jiang Li with the knife right now, cutting him into pieces and cutting him into pieces.
A few days ago, Jiang Xinbai was slapped away by Jiang Li. As his half-brother, if it hadn't been for the replaced divine bone in his body, which had not yet completely merged with his physical body, Jiang Xuanyao would have rushed towards Lanhong with a knife. The pavilion is over.
"Huh, the overall situation is the most important thing. It's important to pass the strategy today and get high scores!" Jiang Xuanyao exhaled deeply and suppressed the impulse in his heart.
"Ninth Young Master is well!"
Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Not seen for more than a month, Jiang Xuanyao's aura and temperament changed drastically, and his whole person showed an unrivaled edge.
Although his state has not changed and he is still in the late stage of Juqing state, there is an indescribable aura in his movements, which makes Jiang Li feel vaguely vigilant and dangerous.
Jiang Li is no longer a weak scholar who has never fought to the death. Since he started practicing martial arts and refining his qi, he has fought against Xiantian realm warriors several times.
But no one could bring Jiang Li such fearful and dangerous energy.
"One month ago, I broke several of Jiang Xuanyao's bones outside the Yinwu Pavilion. Even if he had the treasures of heaven and earth for him to cultivate, he would never be able to recover so quickly!"
Jiang Li's eyes flashed and he paid attention secretly.
There's something wrong with this Jiang Xuanyao!
"You three young masters, the martial arts exams have started at the same time and will end at the Youshi hour. Today, martial arts students from twenty-seven provinces will gather in Shengjing. It's better to start early!"
A soldier from the Silver Armor Mansion rode forward, raised his hands and said.
Different from the Nuhu Guards that Jiang Shirong vigorously trained, the sergeants who escorted Jiang Li and the others to the Confucian Temple examination room today were just the most ordinary soldiers in the Hou Mansion.
The realm of martial arts is mostly Jiaowu and Taiji, but in the army, it is enough to hold low-level military positions such as small flag and general flag.
"Humph, if someone hadn't been dawdling and being as loose as a girl, I would have arrived at the examination room of the Confucian Temple right now!"
Jiang Xuanyao snorted coldly and said, "Let's go!"
"Yes, Ninth Young Master!"
Lieutenant Hong Sheng of the Mansion Military Academy responded with his hands raised and did not dare to say anything.
They also heard a lot about the disputes between Ninth Young Master and Li Young Master.
I vaguely know some truth.
The Nuhu Guards overestimated their capabilities and got involved in the fight between the young masters and young ladies of the Hou Mansion, and they were all killed by the sword in the end. How could ordinary soldiers like them dare to get involved.
Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin got on their horses, and the team began to march towards the Confucian Temple.
Jiang Xuanyao was dressed in a powerful attire, sitting on a horse with his chest held high and his head held high. He had a horizontal sword on his waist. He looked quite heroic as a young general.
He rode in front of Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin, as if he was leading the team and respected him.
Jiang Li didn't care and rode safely behind with Jiang Xuanxin.
As soon as the team walked out of the streets where Wuhou Mansion was located, they kept encountering martial arts students going to the Confucian Temple to take exams.
Like hundreds of streams converging to form a river, it soon became crowded and merged into a stream of people with no beginning or end.
Young warriors with bright eyes, flashing brilliance, full of vitality, and the strength of galloping horses can be seen everywhere, full of heroism and high energy.
Many of the young warriors dressed in brocade robes and attire had so much energy and blood that they almost wanted to rush out of their bodies and wrap around their bodies. They were all in the late stage of the Juqing Realm.
There was even a shadow of a figure with long and deep breathing and endless physical strength. He was actually a martial artist at the Xiantian level.
There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the crowd, and there are many masters, geniuses and talents.
Almost all of the most outstanding warriors of the younger generation of the Great Zhou Dynasty gathered here.
If Beimang's spies succeeded in their poisonous plan that night, at least half of the students taking the martial arts exam would have died.
In the tenth year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the fortune of martial arts was completely ruined.
When Jiang Li and others approached the Confucian Temple, it was even more crowded and crowded.
There are still two hundred and three meters away from the examination room, and there are armored sergeants from Da Zhou controlling all the exits. Non-examination personnel are not allowed to enter or leave the Confucian Temple area at will.
On the pavilions on both sides of the street, there were also sergeants holding powerful crossbows and bows, with sharp eyes scanning all directions.
Once there is any trouble, powerful sergeants will rush out from all directions to control the situation.
"Please borrow it for your trip to Zhenwuhou Mansion!"
Lieutenant Hong Sheng of the Mansion Military Academy rode his horse and came to the entrance of the Confucian Temple area, but did not stop. Instead, he drove his horse forward and shouted loudly.
The hierarchy of the Great Zhou Dynasty was strict, and princes and princes enjoyed various privileges.
As a first-class marquis, Jiang Shirong has made great contributions to the country and is a very popular minister. With the token, the soldiers in the palace can freely enter and exit all places without hindrance except the forbidden areas of the palace.
"The young master of Zhenwuhou Mansion!"
"Wuhou is the best martial artist in the world. He has reached the peak of martial arts many years ago. When he was young, he single-handedly overturned the 30,000 heavy cavalry of Tu Yuan in the Western Regions and nailed Prince Tu Yuan to the throne with one shot. He is really a great example of our great Zhou Dynasty. The number one warrior!"
"I remember that in the last martial arts competition, the person who won the first place in martial arts was Jiang Xuanjing, the second son of Zhenwuhou Mansion. He had only been in the army for a few years. He had been promoted to a fifth-grade guerrilla general and was appointed to a thousand households. He is now stationed in Yunjing Tenth Mansion."
"There are actually three young masters in Zhenwu Marquis Mansion who are taking reference at the same time. Two of them, who look like they are no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, actually have the strength to pass the martial arts exam!"
"A warrior tempers his body and gradually enters its prime state after reaching the age of twenty. It is already very difficult for an ordinary warrior to reach the realm of Jiaowu when he is sixteen or seventeen years old. The descendants of Marquis Wu are indeed no small matter!"
The entrance to the examination room area was crowded with people, everyone wanted to enter the examination room early to familiarize themselves with the environment.
But when Lieutenant Hong Sheng of the Military Academy shouted, almost most of the young warriors immediately moved to both sides without showing any dissatisfaction and were in awe.
Wuhou's reputation is world-famous and he is admired by young warriors all over the world.
Looking at the three princes of the Hou family who were guarded by the soldiers, everyone looked even more envious and amazed.
Jiang Xuanyao is only twenty years old, but he is already a martial artist in the late stage of the Juqing realm. The blood in his body is majestic and vigorous, like a burning furnace, with unlimited vitality.
There is also a release of mysterious coercion that transcends the same realm, making people awe-inspiring and unable to fathom his true combat power.
At this time, riding on the back of a sturdy black-maned horse, he felt even more like a tiger general.
Not only did the young martial artist marvel, but it also attracted the glittering eyes of many women.
The martial arts competition of the Great Zhou Dynasty brought together young talents from all over the world, and it was an unprecedented event. In addition to the warriors and domestic servants who were referred to the Confucian Temple, there were also many common people and dignitaries from the former Shengjing gathered near the Confucian Temple.
Some wealthy families have spent a lot of money to rent teahouses and restaurants near the Confucian Temple. They are looking for young people with ordinary backgrounds but great potential. They invest heavily in subsidizing and marrying off their daughters in order to transcend class and complete the transition from businessmen to businessmen. The transformation of officials.
Many maiden girls and widows who lost their fathers in their early years and from wealthy families would also gather in small groups nearby to secretly look at these extraordinary future military attachés of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Jiang Xuanxin is the youngest. Although his body and bones have not yet matured, as a descendant of Zhenwu Marquis, his figure is unusually strong and strong, and his martial arts level in the early stage of the Tai Chi realm has also attracted the attention of many people.
As for Jiang Li, who was riding a horse and walking in the middle, the attention from the young warrior was obviously much smaller.
Although he has a tall and straight posture and a handsome appearance, he does not have the majestic and powerful blood pressure of Jiang Xuanyao. Even compared to Jiang Xuanxin next to him, his warrior aura is obviously weaker.
Wearing an elegant Confucian robe, he looks more like a scholar than a martial artist.
"snort!"
Jiang Xuanyao straightened his back and looked forward, feeling the awe and reverence in the eyes of the warriors around him, feeling a little proud in his heart.
Being the heir of Marquis Zhenwu is the most glorious thing in the world. He has made great ambitions since he was a child, to be a strong man like his father, to be an official and a marquis, to expand the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and to achieve great achievements.
For martial arts competitions, I am even more determined to win.
Not to mention that he had been carefully taught by famous teachers since childhood, practiced martial arts assiduously, and had extraordinary talent. The six divine bones implanted in his body at this moment gave him bones as strong as divine iron and tremendous strength.
Although he was defeated by Jiang Li, he was almost disabled.
But Jiang Xuanyao's belief and confidence in martial arts were not affected at all.
If Jiang Li hadn't been cunning and careless in his rage, how could he have lost to a bastard who had only been able to refine his Qi for a few months?
The majestic and majestic buildings of the Confucian Temple were getting closer and closer, and Jiang Xuanyao's martial arts beliefs gradually became clearer.
The momentum is getting stronger and stronger.
The rich blood energy rose above, like a cloud of fire.
Martial pulse, cultivate the physical body, and also cultivate the understanding of the mind.
The thoughts are not smooth and the momentum is not strong!
Looking at the gate of the Confucian Temple that seemed to be within reach, Jiang Xuanyao's blood rumbled.
Perhaps due to the fusion of the Divine Transformation Bone, in recent days, his physical body has been significantly strengthened every day, and his energy and blood have become increasingly rich.
If this momentum in his heart has been condensed and burning, the moment he reaches the gate of the Confucian Temple, he will be able to reach the sky in one step, break through the innate realm, and shock everyone.
until……
"Sisters, look, that gentleman in Confucian robes is so handsome, he looks like he stepped out of a painting."
"He is also the heir of Marquis Zhenwu? He has a handsome appearance, graceful manners, eyes like gurgling spring water, and gentleness like a spring breeze. Yes, he looks like the lover in my dream!"
"Yes, his eyes are so deep, like a pool of thick ink that cannot be opened. The style of a Confucian general mentioned in the book should be like this. You can't look at it, otherwise you will fall into it!"
"Ah ah ah, why is he the son of Marquis Zhenwu? If he was born into a poor family, I would ask my father to prepare a generous gift to propose marriage to him now!"
"Actually, you don't have to get married!"
The excited voices of the girls, accompanied by their shifting gazes, gradually converged on the same person from all directions.
The clear and lively tall voice broke through the thick and rough voice of the young warrior.
Jiang Xuanyao frowned slightly and swept his peripheral vision to both sides calmly.
The cheeks of the pretty girl turned crimson, and the spring water in the eyes of the young and mature woman was so moving and fascinating that it made people enjoy it.
It's a pity that everyone stood up for Jiang Li.
Jiang Xuanyao's heart skipped a beat, his breath suffocated, and he suddenly felt like he had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.
Being envied and respected by thousands of young warriors would certainly boost his confidence.
Can……
"Huh, they are just some vulgar mortals. I have great ambitions. Conquest on the battlefield is the destination of a real man. Women will only affect the speed of drawing my sword!"
Jiang Xuanyao clenched his fists and thought to himself.
He turned back to look at Jiang Li. He was very disdainful of the young man's much weaker physique compared to his.
How could such a weak body support the sky of Great Zhou?
Sooner or later, he will die in a woman's belly!
He was disdainful in his heart, but a thought suddenly flashed in Jiang Xuanyao's mind.
It has been three or two months since Jiang Li left the four beauties in his room.
Each one of them is a lovely creature that he has painstakingly selected, considerate, well-trained, and extremely well-behaved...
"call!"
Jiang Xuanyao shook his head vigorously.
I can't think about it anymore.
Thinking about it again, he really couldn't hold back the four-foot-long knife in his hand!
(End of chapter)
