"The scale of the martial arts competition this year is unprecedented. Although there are arrangements by the Holy One to expand the army, our country has been prosperous for more than 80 years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty. The population is prosperous, the wealth is hidden among the people, the number of private martial arts practitioners is increasing, and the martial arts is flourishing. This is a sign of great prosperity for the country! "
"Seeing so many young warriors today, so energetic and high-spirited, I feel as if I am much younger!"
"Young people are the future of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although they are a little immature, they will become iron-blooded and heroic warriors after hard work, sweeping the border and marching straight into the Mang Court!"
The Ming Temple is the only building in the Confucian Temple that is flush with the sacrificial hall. It is like two fish eyes in the Yin and Yang diagram, each guarding one side.
Sitting in the Mingsheng Temple, you can almost overlook the entire Confucian temple community. Only important sacrifices, scientific examinations, and martial arts will be opened.
At this moment, there were many people sitting in the Ming Temple, all of whom were important figures in the Zhou Dynasty.
Emperor Jing was sitting deep in the hall, with a panoramic view of the examination room in front of him. The left and right seats below were filled with civil and military ministers, experiencing the grand occasion of tens of thousands of military personnel attending the examination together.
"Mu Chuan, in addition to 20% of the candidates who passed the martial arts examination this year will be sent to the East China Sea and Southern Xinjiang to practice and replenish the army, 80% of the martial arts examination will be under the control of the Central Army Governor's Office to expand the army and be sent to fight in the northern border! "
Emperor Jing's aura is like a dragon, and his whole body is surrounded by imperial aura. His eyes are far-reaching, his eyes are as firm as divine iron, indomitable, and full of ambition.
"At the end of last year, I recruited 300,000 troops to strengthen the army in the northern border, so as to completely suppress Beimang. Half a year has passed. How is the Ministry of War doing?"
Emperor Jing's voice was not loud, but he spoke softly and softly, like a spring breeze, but every word went straight into people's hearts and struck their hearts, making them awe-inspiring and alert.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, all 300,000 new troops have been recruited and are rushing to the Great Wall in the north to receive training. In a few months, they will be incorporated into the army and follow the Holy Spirit to conquer Wei Mang in the north!"
Jiang Shirong stood up and replied respectfully.
"So good!"
Emperor Jing nodded with satisfaction, looked at the civil and military ministers, and said warmly, "My dear friends, this Northern Expedition is related to our fate for a hundred years. I hope you will abandon your selfish opinions and work together. Everything will be based on national affairs and for the sake of the world." Subjects, set an example!"
"I will definitely live up to the expectations of the Holy One!"
All the civil and military officials stood up at the same time and responded loudly.
"Shi Rong, I heard that your three sons will participate in this year's martial arts competition. This is good. They will be adults on the 16th day of the lunar month and can start a family and start their own business.
"But there are many ministers who are selfish and love their children. They are reluctant to let them join the army and fight for the great Zhou Dynasty. They enjoy the state salary in vain but have selfish feelings. You have set an example here. Your two sons have just turned sixteen. , let them take part in the martial arts examination, I am very happy!"
Emperor Jing said with a pleasant look: "Your son Jiang Li has a lot of advice on the three strategies to control Mang. Yun Le also recommended it to me many times before he went to Da Luo for peace talks. I have great expectations for him."
"Your Majesty, the dog is naughty. Although he has read the books of saints and sages for several years, he is ambitious and talented, and he talks too much. He does not have much real ability. The three strategies to control the recklessness are mostly made by mistake. He only inspired the princess. He has never been on the battlefield and has no political experience. Experience means that one cannot always trust his words!" Jiang Shirong said loudly.
"Hahaha, Marquis Wu is too self-effacing. The people Yun Le admires are not too bad after thinking about it. You will know after today whether you are really capable or not!" Jing Huang said with a smile.
"Quuzi has received great love from His Majesty. I will definitely teach him strictly. After this martial arts competition, I will send him to the East China Sea to join the army. He will hone his skills and character against enemy bandits. He will definitely train a qualified sergeant for His Majesty!" Jiang Shironggong! Salute.
"Father, who is Jiang Li that the Holy One is talking about? Why do the Holy One and Young Master value him so much, but Marquis Wu doesn't seem to think highly of him?"
Behind the Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army, Huangfu Muchuan, stood a young general wearing heavy guerrilla armor with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
He was only in his early twenties, with a childish look on his face, a restrained look on his face, and a cautious look, as if he was appearing on such a grand occasion for the first time.
Although he is a fifth-grade guerrilla general, his martial power is very weak, and he is only in the late Tai Chi stage. I don't know why he can be conferred such an official rank.
"All the sons of Marquis Zhen Wu have the character "Xuan" in their names, but Jiang Li is an exception. I don't know the circumstances. I think it's because he is from a humble background and is not loved by Marquis Wu!"
Huangfu Muchuan shook his head and then taught in a low voice: "Tiehe, there are many rules in the court. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask again in court. Don't say too much, so as not to attract the displeasure of the Holy Emperor!"
"It's Tie He who doesn't understand the rules. He won't dare to do it anymore!"
Zhao Tiehe was surprised and nodded quickly.
"You don't need to be too restrained. You have just made great achievements, and the Holy One likes you very much. Before the Northern Expedition, I will personally teach you martial arts. Don't embarrass the Holy One and your adoptive father!" Huangfu Muchuan said with a smile.
"Tiehe will definitely live up to the expectations of His Majesty and foster father!"
Zhao Tiehe nodded solemnly, and for some reason, a resolute and calm young man's face suddenly appeared in his mind.
"I don't know if Brother Jiang is alive. He was once like Jiang Li, who was not loved by the family. My current status and achievements are all due to Brother Jiang. It would be great if he could enjoy it with me!"
"With such merits and status, his family will look at him differently!"
Zhao Tiehe sighed in his heart, it was a pity that Beimang Wufu was so powerful and had swallowed the secret medicine, Brother Jiang probably had no chance of survival.
This kindness may only be repaid in the next life.
Zhao Tiehe was thinking in his mind when he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the palace suddenly changed. He looked up and saw Jing Huang, Zhen Wuhou, foster father, Mr. Confucian Temple and others seemed to have sensed something, all with slight shock and surprise. With a look on his face, he looked outside the palace.
"What happened?"
Zhao Tiehe also looked quickly, but the sky in his sight was blue and cloudless. Below the Ming Temple, the vast examination room that accommodated tens of thousands of examination booths was also quiet. There was only one official from the Confucian Temple who walked slowly and patrolled the examination room.
But for some reason, they seemed to have sensed something, and the officials in the Confucian Temple also stopped one after another, looking in the same direction.
Zhao Tiehe couldn't see the faces of these officials clearly, but from the way they straightened their backs and looked up solemnly, it seemed that something big had happened!
"boom!"
At this moment, the entire Confucian Temple shook, and countless bright lights suddenly appeared out of thin air.
It was as if the entire cloud sky and the entire Confucian Temple had come alive. The sky took on a glaze-like luster, countless lotus flowers appeared, and auspicious clouds floated.
Wind and thunder shook in the sky, and wisps of mist filled the air, billowing with the wind, and the sound was instantly huge.
When Zhao Tiehe was under such a sky, he felt that the world suddenly became infinitely broad and deep.
The bell rang deep in the Confucian Temple, and heavy sound waves spread leisurely into the distance, spreading so far that it actually caused all the bronze bells in Shengjing City to ring in unison.
From the top of the sky, a pillar of talents about ten feet thick crashed down and fell into the examination area, completely submerging a small dormitory.
During the sacrificial ceremony, a jade statue of an unknown old man was also attracted. The jade-colored light shot out from the middle of the old man's eyebrows, reflecting into the sky and the sea of literary clouds.
"Roar"
A roar like a dragon or a lion sounded in the sea of clouds, and a nine-foot-long unicorn with a jade-like body stepped out of the clouds, circled around the Caiqi Wenzhu, suddenly opened its mouth, and uttered human words:
"Now the son of a human race has written seven volumes of the Military Sacred Book. The Dharma is grand and profound, and the wonderful principles and wisdom are as vast as smoke. They are classics and dazzling treasures for the human race. Their merits are hanging on bamboo and silk, and they are touched by the way of heaven. I am grateful for the saint's mysterious call, and I appear here today to collect them for the saint. Disciple, I am a great virtuous person, to prove my heart!"
Qilin's voice was as loud as the sea, shaking the capital, and spreading the word to the world.
"Qi, Qilin!"
Zhao Tiehe was so shocked that he almost sat down on the ground.
In the Ming Temple, all the civil and military officials were shocked by this sudden scene.
They looked up at the Qilin Holy Beast in the sky, and their minds went blank.
Qilin is the mount of the saint, carrying him around the world.
Thousands of years ago, the Literary Sage brought seventy-two sages to help the world, and the Qilin Holy Beast has also disappeared since then.
Everyone in the world thought that the holy beast's lifespan was exhausted and its soul returned to heaven and earth, but they never expected that Qilin not only survived in the world, but could even sense the consciousness of the literary saint who merged with heaven and earth.
The article is outstanding, what kind of supreme wisdom and wisdom does it contain, and the work of martial arts can actually touch the thoughts of the saint in the way of heaven!
In the Ming Temple, the ministers were shocked and ecstatic. Emperor Jing even stood up from the dragon throne. Where everyone's eyes converged, they were overwhelmed by the pillars of talent and literature.
The vast pillar of air falls from the sky, this is the grace of the saint!
Within the air pillar, the true dragon's shadow flickered faintly, and disappeared into the cell together.
In the dormitory, Jiang Li was writing and writing with extreme concentration, not realizing that his talents and writings were overwhelming him like a dragon.
The billowing literary energy contains the charm of a true dragon, rushing in from the center of his eyebrows and blending into his body, flesh, spirit, and soul.
Qi and blood surged throughout his body, and his blood was as hot as a furnace, integrating everything into one thing.
It wasn't until the last stroke came to an end that the majestic voice of Qilin fell from the sky and fell into Jiang Li's mind.
"My writing of the holy book on military science actually aroused the thoughts of the literary sage in the heaven, the great virtuous scholar, and the sage's disciples!"
Jiang Li was also extremely surprised, but he was quickly relieved.
If "Sun Tzu's Art of War" cannot inspire celestial phenomena, I'm afraid there is no other military work in the world that can.
With literary energy entering his body, Jiang Li put away his pen and carefully sensed his own changes.
Literary spirit is intangible and difficult to capture. It contains the body and is more of a spirit and belief.
But it caused a change in his soul. The originally colorful and chaotic soul light group became crystal clear and pure at this moment. All distracting thoughts disappeared, and they condensed into thoughts as bright as diamonds, gathering together.
Although he has not tried it, Jiang Li can be sure that his Taoist realm must have improved again without knowing it.
This is a natural transformation without cultivation, which is more pure.
Although there is no obvious increase in physical energy and blood, there is a strange spiritual power contained in it. Every punch struck is accompanied by the aura of majesty, justice, and virtue, forming a vision.
At the same time, compared to the spirit and physical body, the changes in true energy are the most significant.
Although Wen Qi is acquired, its origin is still the ubiquitous Yuan Qi in the universe.
If the Dragon Wen Qi is poured into the body, the Yuan Qi contained in it will naturally merge with the true Qi, making it stronger.
Under the guidance of Jiang Li's thoughts, the true energy flew out of the body from acupuncture points and pores, and condensed into a three-inch long air blade in his hand.
Condensing Qi into a weapon is the characteristic of the sixth level of Qi Meridian, the Soldier Qi Realm.
If he were to encounter Beimang Wufu who had swallowed the secret medicine to stimulate his potential, he would not need to use the Tiangang supernatural power. He would be able to crush and kill him with the strength of his Qi pulse alone.
"Literary energy is like a dragon, descending from the sky. The vision is so grand that it will definitely alarm the imperial officials in charge of martial arts in the Confucian Temple. Jiang Shirong, as the Minister of the Ministry of War, must be among them. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse!"
Jiang Li took away the air blade in his hand, his eyes flickering.
The infusion of literary energy into his body will certainly greatly increase his strength. Once his fame spreads, he will become famous all over the world and become the focus of many eyes. He may even alert Emperor Jing and summon him personally.
With such a great reputation, it would be very difficult and extremely difficult for Jiang Shirong to suppress him.
After all, every word and deed of the saint's disciples, to some extent, represents the will of the literary saint.
A little carelessness will lead to endless criticism.
"Jiang Shirong will not allow me to escape his control. He will probably attack me in the examination room to avoid future troubles. I must not show up easily before this matter alarms the Holy Spirit!"
Jiang Li glanced at the test paper on the desk, stood up, and quickly left the dormitory.
Emperor Jing personally visited the Confucian Temple and took charge of the martial arts competition, which was unprecedented since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty.
Except for Jiang Shirong, Huangfu Muchuan and other important ministers, the outside world knew nothing about it.
Jiang Li naturally had no way of knowing.
When he walked out of the residence, the sea of clouds, air, mist was still surging, the lotus flowers were floating in the sky, their brilliance was blurred, and they were magnificent.
But Qilin's figure had long since disappeared and was nowhere to be seen.
"The book said that Qilin is the mount of the saint. I always thought this was just a legend, but I didn't expect that it actually existed. It's a pity that I didn't see the real Qilin with my own eyes!"
Jiang Li sighed and strode out of the Confucian Temple without stopping too much, disappearing into the crowd of onlookers.
"Your Majesty, the appearance of the unicorn is an auspicious sign. This is God's blessing for me!"
"After a thousand years, Qilin Dai Wen Sheng accepted disciples. Such a thing is so wonderful that it will become a good story and be passed down for thousands of years!"
"Disciple of the saint, who is this person? There is such an amazing and talented person among the younger generation of my great disciples in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He will definitely be the pillar of the great Zhou Dynasty in the future!"
"A military examination paper inspired the thoughts of a saint. What earth-shattering principles and wisdom are written in it!"
"Qilinzi, this is the real son of Qilin!"
When Jiang Li walked out of the Confucian Temple, all the civil and military ministers and Confucian Temple gentlemen in the Ming Temple were gradually waking up from the shock of Qilin's appearance.
The crowd knelt down in front of Emperor Jing like a tsunami and congratulated loudly with great excitement.
When Qilin appears in this world, no matter which dynasty it is, it is regarded as an auspicious sign, representing the prosperity of a dynasty to the extreme, and is also regarded by the monarch as a symbol of his own virtue.
In the imperial court, one of the forbidden troops responsible for Emperor Jing's safety was named the Qilin Guards.
"Everyone loves you!"
Emperor Jing suppressed the excitement in his heart. Although his aura was deep and his face was solemn, the joy and luck in his eyes could not be concealed. "The Ministry of Rites obeyed the order and quickly went to the examination room to see whose son this saint disciple of mine was." , bring him to Mingsheng Temple, I want to meet him in person!"
"Your Majesty, I'll do it now!"
Zhang Chenan, the Minister of Rites, bowed to accept the order and hurriedly walked out of the hall, leaving Emperor Jing and a group of ministers waiting eagerly. Everyone wanted to see the true appearance of Qilinzi, the disciple of the saint.
No matter what the origin, appearance, or qualifications of this young man, his future career will be smooth sailing, and the family behind him will also be glorious and prosperous.
"Holy Atonement!"
A moment later, Zhang Chenan, the Minister of Rites, had not yet appeared in the palace, but panicked voices could be heard from afar.
"Your Majesty, this minister is incompetent. When I arrived on horseback with the officials from the Ministry of Rites, the disciples of the saint had already handed in their papers and left for a long time!"
Zhang Chenan hurried into the hall and knelt down in front of Emperor Jing.
"already left?"
Emperor Jing was slightly surprised, but then became sullen and reprimanded: "Since the saint's disciples have left, what's the use of coming back to report them? Since you know whose son he is, you can just send someone to invite him!"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, this humble minister is here to invite someone!" Zhang Chenan breathed heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"You mean, the saint's disciple is a young master from the residence of an Ai Qing who is here!"
Emperor Jing was startled when he heard this, and then Long Yan was delighted: "Chen'an, tell me quickly, whose family the saint's disciples are from!"
As soon as these words came out, many civil and military ministers present became energetic at the same time.
The great Zhou Chong'er son was the heir. Unless there was some hidden illness that could not be known to outsiders, none of the ministers present had dozens of heirs in their house.
Naturally, there are not a few who have children participating in this martial arts competition.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the disciple of the saint is none other than the young master of Marquis Zhenwu, Jiang Li!"
Zhang Chenan looked at Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, with envy on his face, and congratulated loudly: "The Marquis of Zhenwu is indeed the backbone of my martial arts in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The tiger father has no dog son, and he has trained a saint disciple for the Holy Lord, Great Zhou Qilin! "
"What, he is actually the son of Marquis Zhenwu!"
"Jiang Li? It turns out to be him!"
"I should have thought a long time ago that the person who can offer the three strategies to control the emperor is an ordinary person!"
All the important officials present were shocked and looked at Jiang Shirong, Minister of the Ministry of War and Marquis of Zhenwu, with various complicated eyes!
"What!"
Jiang Shirong's face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, was as hard as a knife and an axe, but he couldn't help but feel moved at this moment.
His narrow eyes suddenly opened, and an unknown aura surged from his majestic body like a god and demon, soaring into the sky and shaking the world.
Deep in the pupils, a monstrous killing array composed of countless phantoms of swords and guns was also violently moving at this moment, as if it was about to break through the sky and strangle everything.
"Jiang Li, how could it be him!"
With a pair of fists clenched, Jiang Shirong suddenly looked back and looked at the small dormitory under the center of the sea of literary mist. His face was gloomy, but his eyes slowly narrowed.
(End of chapter)
