Gu Cheng and Sun Shiba admired their master very much. They could earn forty dollars even if they went out for a meal.
Gu Zhengchen closed the door and lay on the bed with lingering fears.
Dealing with people at the level of Mu Ying and Zhu Biao is really exhausting, for fear of saying the wrong thing and causing disaster. After all, standing behind them was Zhu Yuanzhang, an emperor who was difficult to fathom and uncertain.
Judging from today's contact, Zhu Biao is indeed "filial to friends and kind". He does not carry the dignity of a prince and looks aloof, but is a gentle man and a polite corporal.
As for Mu Ying, she is quiet but not taciturn. She is intelligent and not so resolute in temperament. When she is excited, she likes to grab people and swing them around. Next time, she needs to keep a distance.
In the evening, Liang Jiajun finally waited until Gu Zhengchen came out. He smiled and stepped forward to ask questions. It meant that as long as we are rich and noble, we should never forget each other. To explain it in a layman's terms:
Give your brother a hand.
Gu Zhengchen elaborated on the matter and made it clear: "Just like that, Mu Ying wants to exchange martial arts for the skill of saving people. Think about it, if I have martial arts skills and a sword hanging on my waist, I will encounter horse thieves and salt gangsters in the future... …”
"You, a martial arts prodigy?"
Liang Jiajun smiled very fakely.
With a body like yours, who can't even walk four miles in one breath, you still want to learn to be a ranger?
Gu Zhengchen made a big offer: "Brother Liang, if you want to practice martial arts together, I can help introduce him."
Liang Jiajun shook his head repeatedly: "I'd better read more about the Four Books and Five Classics."
The next day, Mufu training ground.
Mu Ying pointed to the weapon rack: "Knives, spears, swords, axes, bows, which martial arts do you want to learn? Forget about the bow. My son took that little bow back. Anyone who touches it will cry."
Gu Zhengchen examined it and realized that it was impossible to defend himself without a few tricks. The Ming Dynasty was not that safe and stability maintenance work had to be done.
A domineering knife?
Forget it, no one can be overbearing.
The gun of the King of Weapons is pretty good, but this thing is about strength, and just my arms and legs...
ax?
This thing can't be learned. My profession is not to chop wood and melons, not to mention this thing is too violent.
Gu Zhengchen walked to the weapon rack and took off the sword.
Black paint scabbard, bat sword pattern.
Red sword tassel, black line hilt.
Canglang——
The sword came out, and a cold light dazzled the eyes.
The pupils were slightly condensed, and the frost patterns on the sword were revealed.
The sword is three feet long and sharp.
"It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has never been tested. I show you today, who will do anything unfair?"
Gu Zhengchen pulled out his long sword, stood it in front of his chest, and said solemnly: "The fragrance of the sword is the true character of a man. If I want to learn, I will learn this swordsmanship!"
Mu Ying nodded slightly and looked at Wu Rong: "Teach him."
Wu Rong stepped forward, took the sword from Gu Zhengchen's hand, and said seriously: "Watch it."
Just as Gu Zhengchen nodded, the five soldiers moved lightly, swung their swords, and said plausibly: "Where the sword points, the body will follow! The sword moves lightly, and it moves in without sealing or fighting!"
The sword light flashes, the moves are sharp, and the movement is agile.
It can be seen that Wu Rong is a master.
Wu Rong stood up with his sword put away, then walked towards Gu Zhengchen, handed over his sword, and said, "Let's practice."
Gu Zhengchen's eyes widened: "Have you finished teaching?"
"It's over."
"What's the first move?"
"I……"
"Left leg or right leg, where is the sword pointing?"
"Be careful with the sword! How about we change to a toy sword and learn first?"
Mu Ying raised her hand and touched her forehead. It was over, she had to coax the child again. Not long after, Mu Sheng cried again. Who had snatched his wooden sword again? There was no end...
An hour later, Wu Rong was sweating profusely as he looked at Mu Ying who was drinking tea. This guy is not a martial artist. He can’t even remember which foot to step on. He just wants to show off with a sword and look cool...
Mu Ying lowered her head to look at the art of war. No matter what, she has already surrendered her magical power to save people. She has to learn every move and a half. As the leader of the guard, who will come if you don't come? Can't I come?
The five soldiers have been on the battlefield and killed many Tatars, but it is rare to be as tired as today. After two hours of training, they are already exhausted mentally and physically.
Gu Zhengchen gritted his teeth and persisted. He couldn't learn one thing at a time. There were many mountains in Jurong. What if a bandit showed up, what if there was a bully, what if...
No matter what, you need to at least know a set of combos.
After lunch, Wu Rong summoned the guard Zhang Pei on the grounds of feeling unwell and asked him to teach a martial arts prodigy. Zhang Pei was overjoyed. This was a good job.
After half an hour, Zhang Pei wanted to run away.
I have never seen someone so undisciplined. He is a martial arts prodigy. Damn, he is not a loser like this.
Gu Zhengchen was also depressed. He had obviously seen it for a while, but his hand was useless...
Practicing martial arts is never easy, not to mention that Gu Zhengchen couldn't even keep up with basic physical fitness and relied on his breath to support himself.
When I came back the next day, my steps were still messy and my sword usage was terrifying...
Three days later, little Mu Sheng began to despise Gu Zhengchen. He hid in the distance and watched. This guy first snatched his bow and then his sword...
On this day, Huagai Palace.
Song Lian, a scholar at the Hanlin Academy, held the scroll in his hand, walked forward, and said to Zhu Yuanzhang who was listening carefully: "The court is the foundation of the world. The king is the foundation of the court. The heart is also the foundation of the king. The king can If one's mind is straight, clear and clear, and nothing can confuse him, then he can give orders without any fear, and the court will be in good order..."
Zhu Yuanzhang listened carefully and was taught attentively. When he heard what he heard, he picked up his pen and wrote it down.
Governing a country is different from founding a country and fighting for it. It requires wisdom. The best way to gain wisdom is to read books, listen to lectures, master the experience of previous generations, learn from history, and learn from the rise and fall of other dynasties, so that you can govern the Ming Dynasty well.
Zhu Yuanzhang put his pen down again.
I don't study much, and my education is not high. Many scholars look down on me and feel that joining the imperial court will lose my status. They say "a prince is willing to be humiliated for a long time, and all slaves are promoted together." This is a different way of calling me a slave who has turned over.
There are still some people who are waiting for the Yuan Dynasty to counterattack, waiting for our country to be destroyed by the Tatars, and return to the Yuan Dynasty.
The inspector said that two Confucian scholars, Xia Boqi, his uncle and nephew from Guixi County, Guangxin Prefecture, Jiangxi Province, had their left big fingers amputated so that they would not be used by the Ming Dynasty!
Okay, you all admit that the Yuan Dynasty is the destiny, but you don’t admit that the Ming Dynasty is the destiny!
Each and every one of them would rather kneel at the feet of the Tatar barbarians in the Yuan Dynasty than be used by me, Zhu Yuanzhang. In this case, you are not an obedient citizen of my Ming Dynasty, nor a subject of my Zhu Yuanzhang!
Your parents can give birth to you, but your life is mine!
If you don’t want to listen to Ming Dynasty, then die!
Cut off your heads and ransack your homes!
Song Lian saw that Zhu Yuanzhang was already wandering around the world, so he had no choice but to shut up: "Your Majesty, today's sutra feast is over."
Zhu Yuanzhang came back to his senses, looked at the somewhat old Song Lian, stood up and said, "It's my fault today. I was distracted during the banquet. I will eat one less bowl of rice today as a punishment."
Song Lian quickly said: "Your Majesty has so many things to do every day, how can you reduce your meals?"
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and walked towards Song Lian: "Mr. Song is the prince's good doctor and has the responsibility of teaching and supervising. How do you think the prince's performance has been in the past six months?"
Song Lian did not panic, and replied slowly: "The prince has cultivated diligently, and has developed a Confucian style. He treats others with sincerity, treats virtuous people with courtesy, and is full of opinions. He is good at discovering the shortcomings of others and encouraging corrections..."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction: "The prince has made great progress. I am very pleased. You Mr. Donggong have worked hard. It is the Mid-Autumn Festival in three days. You should drink it with your family."
Song Lian was grateful: "Old minister, I would like to thank Your Majesty for the blessing of reunion."
"Go down."
Zhu Yuanzhang walked towards Long'an, preparing to handle government affairs. The expert came with the eunuch Wang Yue to bring tea and asked: "Where is the prince?"
"Back to Your Majesty, I went to Mu Mansion."
"Looking for Muying, the two brothers are really close."
"Your Majesty, I heard that the prince went to Mu Mansion to watch over the people and practice martial arts."
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head and was a little curious: "Watch Gu Juren practice martial arts? If I remember correctly, Gu Zhengchen is just a scholar."
Wang Yue lowered his head and replied softly: "Maybe this is the case, so there is something worth seeing..."
Zhu Yuanzhang understood, laughed loudly, stood up and said, "I will change into casual clothes and go to Mu Mansion to have a look."
Mu Mansion.
Zhu Biao couldn't stop laughing. Gu Zhengchen was good at reading, but he really didn't have any talent in martial arts.
I have been practicing for five days, and I don't even know how to move a combo. I can hold a sword, but I can't keep up with my feet, and my flaws are too big. If I really have to fight with someone, I won't be killed by someone with a sword.
Looking at the messy pace, he really cares about his hands and not his feet.
Zhu Biao looked at the training ground. There were some wooden piles inside, and a pit was dug underneath. The top was covered with fishing nets. Not far away, there was a single-plank bridge-style plank. To the south, there was a wooden wall, and several The high and low wooden bars asked Mu Ying in confusion: "Why are there so many miscellaneous objects in this training ground?"
Mu Ying took a look and sighed helplessly: "Gu Zhengchen thinks that he can't do well in sword practice because his physical fitness is too poor. This is all what he asked for, and he said anything to strengthen his physical fitness."
"Don't you think that you are not a martial arts material?"
Zhu Biao was a little curious.
Mu Ying hissed: "Your Highness, he has a strong temper. Look, the guards who taught him have changed to eighteen, but he has never given up. If we tell him directly, I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it. Let's just pretend we don't know. , anyway, he will go to Jurong to be the county magistrate after the Mid-Autumn Festival, not many days away..."
Zhu Biao thought about it. Scholars would be embarrassed. Saying that he is not good is not a slap in the face.
Although Gu Zhengchen is not a martial artist, he is a good civil servant. I have benefited a lot from talking with him about the past and present in the past two days. In addition, this person is not as flattering as other East Palace officials. He is cautious in everything and speaks directly. Comfortable.
Seeing Gu Zhengchen put down his sword, Mu Ying said to Zhu Biao, "Just watch, he has started special training."
Just as Zhu Biao was about to nod, he saw Gu Zhengchen looking over and shouting: "Brother Dalang, come over and train together."
"Call me?"
Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment.
Gu Zhengchen wiped the sweat from his forehead and moved his wrist: "Yes, you kid must exercise..."
"hiss."
Mu Ying took a deep breath, how dare you speak to the Ming Prince like this, you, you are too bold...
