Tai'anfang is located on the east side of the outer city. After leaving Nanmen Hutong, cross a cross street and go to the right.

Relying on the official residence of the Dongwucheng Military Affairs Office, it is the martial arts hall.

As he walked along the way, Ji Yuan feasted.

From the ducks in Shangde Restaurant, goose palms, tiger skin meat, to the dragon beard noodles and duck blood vermicelli soup in the street shop.

After eating a few portions of meals, I filled my stomach and calmed my strong hunger after practicing the exercises.

"The external body is strengthened and the internal body is strengthened. These two are complementary. The stronger the body is, the better the effectiveness of the breathing method."

After chewing the last bite of veal cake, Ji Yuan ordered a bowl of water to rinse his mouth.

He wiped his mouth clean and stood next to the food stall set up by the vendor.

This place is facing the gate of the martial arts hall, and cars outside are endless, with flags of different generals and families.

The martial arts test, which is once every six months, is about to begin again.

The generals and nobles from each hill will naturally not be ignored.

The fame and reputation of the martial arts scholar is a suitable starting point.

In the future, no matter whether they join the nine borders of the army or are sent to the state prefecture.

Naturally, it is higher than others.

"Long time no see, Brother Jiu, why do you have the time to eat and drink today?"

Ji Yuan leaned against the wooden beams of the greenhouse that sheltered from the wind and rain, and when his mind was floating, a sound suddenly came from the side.

He didn't move, and he just glanced at the corner of his eyes.

He is a round-faced boy in his twenties, with a good and clever appearance.

The upper body is short-sized with coarse cloth and the lower body is covered with trousers and straw sandals.

"Ping Xiaoliu, why are you not working at Yongding River Wharf? Why are you going to Dongcheng Bingmasi?"

Ji Yuan searched briefly before remembering who this person was.

There are many religions and various people living in the outer city. Several houses in Nanmen Hutong live in various places.

This Ping Xiaoliu, his father is a private salt dealer, and he makes a living with the salt helper.

At a young age, he dropped out of school early and followed him to do business.

He is very clever and talks with a likable voice. If he is not surprised, he should be able to take over his father's family business and become bigger and stronger.

"Brother Jiu, you don't know that several archies in the outer city have been very evil these days, for no reason, and people are dying every day."

Ping Xiaoliu did not hide it and told him frankly.

"In more than a month, three updaters died and two secret prostitutes.

The day before yesterday, my father invited a manager from the Salt Gang to have a drink. He didn't expect to drink halfway through. When it was almost the second day of the day, he couldn't find anyone.

It was not until dawn that I found the body in the stable, half of my face was gnawed, and one leg and two arms were lost. It was so miserable that I hadn't had a meal for a day.

Brother Jiu, you also know that a person’s life is a big deal. If you don’t hurry up and report the case with my father.”

Although Ji Yuan is a tiqi, he is a figure on the official side.

Because he never blackmailed vendors or exploited the people.

It has a good reputation among neighbors.

Therefore, private salt dealers like Ping Xiaoliu did not shy away from anything.

"Die in the stable, with the body separated, the face damaged... Are you encountering a beast?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, feeling strange.

His professional habits in his previous life made him subconsciously analyze the cause of death and find motivation.

"Brother Jiu, the most bizarre thing is, do you know where the manager's legs and arms were found in the end?

My legs were in Anminfang, and my arms were running to Changshoufang. These two yards were separated by seven or eight streets! How damn it!”

Ping Xiaoliu seemed to be in lingering fear, his face looked a little ugly, and he shook his head and said.

“So, it’s dark and it’s night, so don’t go out.

Don’t always take advantage of the loopholes of curfew in the outer city. You only have one life, and you will be gone if you lose it.”

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he instructed softly.

It seems that there may be evil and weird things in this world that are difficult to explain with common sense.

As expected, this case should be handed over to the Beizhen Fushi Department in the end.

"Brother Jiu, you know me. I never go to the brothel to listen to music. I just wait to save enough money and marry the daughter of the Wang family."

Ping Xiaoliu scratched his head, smiled, and asked instead:

"By the way, Brother Jiu, aren't you from the Beizhen Fushi? Why are you visiting the Wucheng Bingma Sect? "

Ji Yuan raised his chin, and a curved curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly:

"Did you see the martial arts lecture hall opposite? I went there."

Ping Xiaoliu widened his eyes, looked Ji Yuan up and down several times, then gave him a thumbs up and said:

"It's worthy of being Brother Jiu! There are not a single martial arts hall and gang in Tai'anfang who dare to walk into the martial arts lecture hall in recent years!

Whether you succeed or not, you are this! The number one character!"

Ji Yuan smiled, not caring about this kind of praise.

The masters of the martial arts school and the gang worship are just people who make a living.

How can I compare to the fact that I have been caring for my body and practicing guns and sticks since I was a child.

Even every year, they hold autumn and winter hunting to fight against the nobles of tigers and leopards?

From ancient times to the present, the situation in the world has been a confrontation between the good and the demon.

Many Taoist traditions and countless sects have given birth to generations of top people with peerless charm.

Until the saint emerged and overthrew the Bai Barbarian Dynasty in one fell swoop.

The group of foreign people were expelled to the 100,000 mountains, and the nine-sided military town was established to make a solid barrier.

After the founding of the country, Jing Chao stepped onto the world of iron hoofs.

He also eliminated all the righteous sects and demon sects.

Since then, the people of Jingchao want to climb the martial arts and forge themselves.

There is only one way.

That is to enter the martial arts lecture hall!

Because the best martial arts and the best elixirs in the world are all in the hands of the court.

"Apart from the six real thrones that bowed to the court early, there are no ones who dare to say that they are masters in the martial arts world."

Ji Yuan restrained his mind, and today is different from the past.

The four words "hawks" in the court represent the will of the saints and the laws of the Jing Dynasty.

It is a reasonable and legal violent institution.

It has more prospects than the inner disciples of the sect and true disciples.

"So, since ancient times, the only way out has been to take the civil service exam."

Ji Yuan thought so, waved his hand to Ping Xiaoliu, and walked towards the martial arts hall with his head held high.

There were two-tall stone sculptures of two tall, with vermilion gates and shiny copper nails, full of majesty.

When Ji Yuan crossed the threshold, the first thing that caught his eye was a piece of yellow mud, paved with blue bricks, and a martial arts training ground that was dozens of feet wide.

There are swords, guns, swords and halberds and eighteen weapons on both sides.

More than a dozen young people dressed up in a strong outfit and had strong qi and blood, either catching and comparing martial arts or practicing alone.

The sound of shouting and shouting is endless.

"What's the matter with the Northern Town Fushi?

A Dian official with two beards asked Ji Yuan.

The martial arts lecture hall is neither a clean yamen nor a fat mansion.

It belongs to a special institution under the six ministries.

The Ministry of Revenue allocates the money, the Ministry of Personnel checks the candidates, and the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice poaches.

As for the Ministry of Industry?

Tiangong Academy, the craftsmen who opened the court, didn’t care about external objects at all.

Except for the martial arts competition once every six months, it will be more lively.
To be continued...