Two months later.
Biandu.
Yesterday, people all over the city received a notice requiring every household to sweep their houses and dust them, and clean their palaces and roads.
Taking the home as a unit, a general cleaning is carried out every seven days, and there will be regular inspections by specialized personnel in the palace.
Regardless of the size of the house, whether rich or poor, even if it is the residence of a minister, as long as you disobey orders, you will be severely punished.
Although it is a capital city, the homes of ordinary people will be somewhat damaged.
So there were skilled craftsmen carrying tools and going from house to house to help repair the broken tiles, and replace the window paper if the window paper was torn.
The most important thing is that this is free, and all the expenses are paid by Daqian Kingdom. This makes the people who originally complained about missing work due to dust dusting all smile and narrow their eyes.
As for the residences of high-ranking officials, they did not need craftsmen to be present. They themselves organized the servants to renovate it. After all, the officials wanted to replace the herons embroidered on the chest with white pheasants and the geese with peacocks.
Therefore, in the past few days, the topics in the palace have mainly revolved around two.
The first is to ask each other whether this general cleaning of the entire capital is a whim of the emperor, or whether it is to welcome a certain important person.
After a final discussion, most of the people thought it must be a whim. After all, in the prosperous and prosperous Biandu, do you still need to bow your head and flatter others like this?
The second topic revolves around a scholar, and rumors mainly circulate among high-level society.
I heard that this scholar came from Chaoyang Mansion in the far north of Daqian Kingdom. Although the government examination was okay, according to the process, there will be a series of subsequent college examinations, provincial examinations, general examinations, and palace examinations.
But now for some unknown reason, the emperor made an exception and summoned him to the palace in advance, and personally gave him the surname "Wen".
Since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other.
This treatment makes many people jealous, especially those who are studying at the same age.
It's just that for some unknown reason, the emperor never granted official positions to scholars, which made the ministers who were watching the news every day very nervous, and also made those scholars feel a little better.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
During this period of time, the smile on Zhou Jin's face never disappeared. Even if he fell asleep, he would sometimes wake up with a smile.
"Okay, I understand. My dear, please go back and rest." Zhou Jing put a memorial aside.
Although the Minister of War looks like an old man, he is actually a military monk in the Golden Core Realm, so he is full of energy: "Your Majesty, will you stop reading?"
"I've finished reading it. Chengtian Kingdom has dispatched soldiers to the border. I already know it."
"Ah? Chengtian Kingdom's national strength is not inferior to ours. I heard that there are powerful people in the upper five realms to help. This move has to be guarded. Your Majesty, please think twice before making a decision."
"I think the response plan in your memorial is very good. Just follow Aiqing's method."
"But there is no way to deal with the powerful in the old minister's plan!"
"Don't be anxious about this. Just retreat. I'm tired."
Zhou Jing waved his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, saying no more. He actually wanted to tell the important officials in the court that he already had a way to deal with it.
But after all, it didn't work out. I was afraid that if I said too much, it would be funny if I ran out of milk.
Another reason is to use this crisis to pull out some fox tails.
There was no sound in the study, and the Minister of War secretly clenched his fists, then bowed and stepped back.
After the minister retreated, Zhou Jing picked up a seal on the table and tapped it twice with his fingers.
The seal was like ripples on the water. After a while, a slightly older voice came from the seal: "Your Majesty's inquiry today is half a stick of incense compared to yesterday morning."
"Master, please don't laugh at me. Where is that senior today?"
"It's out of the Gobi, probably near Fushan, but senior doesn't like to disturb us, so we can't know the exact location."
"We have just arrived at the boundary of Huashan... How do you think senior and I, Da Gan, can cooperate?"
"Zhong Bo doesn't know. Your Majesty, don't speculate. Da Qian just needs to be sincere and adapt to circumstances."
"It really makes me anxious to wait."
Zhou Jing had no choice but to give up, and then the conversation turned to other places, "Then Xu Yaochen, oh no, Wen Yaochen, why did the Imperial Master prevent me from granting him an official position?"
The seal flashed: "I have talked with him. This person has indeed good talent. However, his temperament is too bad and his behavior is too stubborn. The good jade still needs to be polished slowly."
...
Things must be reversed at their extremes, as heaven and earth dictate.
No one expected that after walking out of the desolate Gobi, there would be rolling green mountains.
The greenery seemed to be overwhelmed by the yellow sand, and began to grow and spread as soon as we left the Gobi.
There are five mountains in a country, which suppress the luck of the four directions and are also places of worship to God.
Covering the mountain is Daqian Xiyue, a majestic mountain with its peak connected to the sea of clouds, overlooking the western border of Daqian.
The night is as dark as water and dotted with stars.
Covering the mountains, somewhere with the same roots as the hills.
Tingwu lay on the ground sleeping, his snoring complementing the sound of insects around him.
Tong Qian had a sweet nap against the pavilion. She was wearing a white robe. The white robe retained all the warmth. The cold wind at night could not erode the child at all.
Not far away, Yi Ning was wearing only an inner lining on his upper body. He was walking on a fist pile and punching non-stop.
Beads of sweat were already overflowing from his forehead, which was very rare for Yi Ning's physique, which showed that he had been practicing boxing for a long time.
"drink!"
With the last move of the basic fist stance of "Naitian Fist", Yi Ning completed today's ten moves.
"Naitian Fist is the core boxing technique of Nayun Sect. It emphasizes strength and length. It is the simplest but effective boxing technique among the basic martial arts skills."
Feeling the slight soreness coming from his muscles, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
"But, even with my physique, one round of boxing takes half a stick of incense. Ten rounds of boxing take five hours. How can ordinary people persevere? Even if they persist in practicing, how can they still have the energy to learn medical skills."
Yi Ning summarized the problem and then began to think of a solution.
The boxing technique was a gift from Uncle Wang. This golden-body martial artist conscientiously explained various precautions in the boxing technique.
After parting ways, Yi Ning began to practice walking and boxing every day.
Wu Fu's innate advantage of not having any training threshold attracted him deeply.
Yi Ning wanted to integrate martial arts into medicine to lay the foundation for creating a medical practice in the future.
Take medicine as the core of practice and martial arts as a means of self-protection.
In order to pass it on to others, he naturally had to experience it personally, so he began to practice walking on a daily basis, improving and integrating it through his own experience.
It's a pity that it is the same as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Every time he punches, Yi Ning can feel the martial arts essence compressed in the muscles, but the essence cannot be retained in the flesh and blood. After a round of rotation, it disappears in the body.
"But fortunately, at least my body can feel the fatigue feedback brought by martial arts. As for the strength test..."
Yi Ning looked at Tong Qian in the distance, "I didn't expect that my disciple's martial arts qualifications are also very good. In just two months, he has become a bronze-skin warrior. Observing Tong Qian's various martial arts training, I can get a lot of feedback." information."
have a break,
Yi Ning started punching again at the top of the mountain, but this time it was not Naoyunquan, but Chinese fitness exercises.
——Ba Duan Jin.
This exercise is divided into eight sections, each section has one movement, hence the name "Ba Duan Jin". The practice does not require equipment, is not restricted by the venue, and is simple and easy to learn.
As he rose from the pose, Yi Ning's body began to gradually relax, his blood flow increased, and the muscle soreness caused by previous martial arts training gradually dissipated.
After a stick of incense,
After Yi Ning relaxed, he started a new round of cloud fist walking.
Until the muscle soreness reappeared, this time he put on a tiger's stance and resorted to Wu Qin Xi.
Yi Ning has been doing this kind of routine for two months, every night.
Whether it's Baduanjin, Tai Chi, or the Yi Jin Jing, the nourishing boxing techniques that have been passed down for five thousand years in China, he has extracted the essence and discarded the dregs little by little.
Yi Ning wants to find the most suitable method to integrate into martial arts among various traditional Chinese medicine health-preserving boxing methods!
