At the Tongwenxuan Inn in the northeast of Ankang, the sound of scholars reading aloud after waking up in the morning was already heard. A young performer named Wang Xiuniang was moving in the courtyard, waiting for Lu Wenke to appear and say hello to him. Ning Ji finished washing,
He skipped across the yard and trotted towards the outside of the inn.
"Hey, Brother Long."
"Wang Xiuxiu."
Ning Ji waved his hand, saying good morning, and walked through the corridor under the courtyard to the front hall.
He trotted out of the inn, moving his head, neck and limbs, and his body began to heat up with his long breaths. He ran along the early morning streets towards the west of the city.
Since he is currently a doctor, he is not suitable for boxing and sword practice in front of others. Fortunately, after experiencing the battlefield experience, his progress and understanding of martial arts have far exceeded those of his peers, and he does not need to do much mechanical work.
Regular routine exercises and complex moves can be dismantled at will. Keeping the body active and sharp every day is enough to maintain one's own fighting strength, so running in the morning can be regarded as a more useful activity.
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It is said that when my father was in Jiangning, he would run back and forth along the Qinhuai River every morning. The residence of Grandpa Qin was also on the road where his father ran, and the two got to know each other. Later, he went to Beijing and did a lot of great work. Again
Later, Grandpa Qin was killed, and my father took action against the Emperor of Wu Dynasty.
Thinking about it this way, running is actually something that makes people excited.
Ning Ji's running seemed easy and casual, but the actual speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he passed by the vendors and pedestrians who had not come out much in the early morning, passed through the door of the shop where the fire was only lit, and passed through.
After the morning market... Even though pedestrians gathered in some places and debris piled up, no one or object collided with this young man who seemed to be running randomly.
One night passed, and the fishy smell on the streets of Ankang in the early morning was much lessened. However, when I ran to the west of the city, I could already see soldiers gathering and yawning in some streets. The traces of last night's chaos were here.
It has not completely dispersed yet.
There were also pedestrians on the street, who occasionally gathered to ask about the progress of last night's events. Some were naturally afraid of the army and hurried past with their heads lowered. However, the army on the road did not have much interaction with the residents. While Ning Ji was running, he occasionally
We can see traces of last night's fighting. According to last night's observation, the gangsters set fire to several buildings during the fighting, and there were also signs of gunpowder explosions. Looking from a distance, the ruins of the burned rooms are still there, but the gunpowder explosions are there.
The situation is no longer clear.
In fact, last night, Ning Ji secretly came out from Tong Wenxuan to join in the fun. However, he was mainly tracking the group of assassins at that time. The east and west sides of the city were too far apart. Waiting for him to sneak up here wearing night clothes
By the way, the surviving assassins had escaped the first wave of roundups.
At that time, a group of arrogant gangsters were arrested and searched for suspicious traces, which made Ning Ji unable to find anything that slipped through the net. After observing the initial fighting place, he determined that this group of assassins
After being clumsy and disorganized, he still left based on the principle of safety first.
The Chinese Army's espionage principles do not encourage assassinations - not at all, but the assassination of important targets must have a reliable plan, and try to use personnel who have received special operations training. Even if there are stupid young people in the world who want to do this
If you do this kind of thing for the sake of justice, as long as there are members of the Huaxia Army, they will definitely advise you.
According to his father, unplanned passion can never compare to planned violence. For Ning Ji, who was in his prime of youth, although he probably didn't like this kind of words deep down, similar examples had been demonstrated countless times both inside and outside the Chinese Army.
Already.
So after dawn, Ning Ji ran over again and openly eavesdropped on some information from people's conversations.
"...bandits entered the city last night to assassinate..."
"...a bunch of bandits with no conscience and no righteousness..."
"... He secretly colluded with Southwest and sold people there, but we suppressed him. However, he took the risk and went into the city to assassinate Duke Dai..."
There were depressed soldiers on the street, as well as wealthy men who still seemed to be arrogant. From time to time, they would speak out some information. Ning Ji mingled in the crowd, and when he heard the word "Dai Gong", he couldn't help but stare with a pair of innocent eyes.
Came out.
"Dai..." He said with curiosity on his face, "Dai, Dai...Grandpa Dai...his old man...is actually in the city..."
The Jianghu Dahao narrowed his eyes. If others asked him about this, he would be wary. But seeing that he was a cute young man, and his words were filled with respect for Dai Gong, he just waved his hand to make amends.
"Ahem...don't ask any more about these things. The bandits are brutal, but most of them have been killed by us. The specific situation...should be announced, don't be anxious, don't be anxious...let's disperse...
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Ning Ji dispersed along with the crowd and ran slowly nearby. He observed with the corner of his eyes for a moment before leaving the street.
After the Southwest War ended, many forces outside were actually learning the Chinese Army's military training methods, and they also paid attention to the effects of the green forest heroes gathered together. However, it was often one or two leaders leading a group of third-rate masters.
Try to enforce discipline and create an elite scout force. Naturally, Ning Ji has heard of this in the military for a long time. After a casual look last night, he knew that these Green Foresters were Dai Mengwei's "special forces".
Previously, this man had a strong body and powerful punches, but his lower body was unstable. He would be a dead fish in the army when it came to cooperating with him. It wouldn't take three swords to kill him with a knife lying on the ground... He thought in his mind, after learning that Dai Mengwei was there.
After Ankang City, I suddenly felt a little bit ready to move.
After that, he ran slowly through a few streets and observed a few people. There were not all masters who couldn't see through the people on the streets, which made him feel a little calmer.
In a place where a house was burned down, the affected residents knelt on the street and cried hoarsely, accusing the gangsters of setting fire last night.
When he ran to the largest vegetable market in Ankang City, the sun had already come out. Ning Ji saw a crowd gathering, and then a vehicle was pushed over. On the vehicle were the bodies of the beheaded bandits. Ning Ji looked among the crowd for a while.
, a pickpocket wanted to steal something from him, but he took it away and threw it into the muddy water at Caishikou.
Running all the way back to Tongwenxuan, the hall was full of scholars and businessmen having breakfast. Lu Wenke and others took a seat for him. He ran over to collect his energy and started grabbing buns. Wang Xiuniang came over and sat next to him: "Doctor Xiaolong does this every morning
Are you running out to exercise? Don’t you doctors have that kind of Five Elements Boxing...Wuxing Opera? Don’t you do it in the yard?"
"It's Wu Qin Xi." Lu Wenke said with a smile, "Has Xiaolong ever learned it?"
"Yeah." Ning Ji nodded, holding the bun in one hand and doing some simple movements with the other hand, "There are cat boxing, horse boxing, panda boxing, monkey boxing and chicken boxing..."
"Ah? Really?" Lu Wenke was slightly confused and asked the people next to him. Fan Heng and others nodded casually and added: "Well, it was passed down by Hua Tuo."
The atmosphere at the table was harmonious, and everyone else was talking about the riot that happened last night. Except Wang Xiuniang, who was clasping her fingers to memorize the knowledge of "Five Animal Fist", everyone was talking about politics happily.
This Tongwenxuan is considered a high-end inn in the city. Most of the people staying here are stranded scholars and business travelers. Most of them did not leave on the same day, so the breakfast exchanges and discussions took a long time. After a while, some people went out in the morning.
The scholar came back with more detailed inside information.
The main body involved in the assassination is already clear. The leader is a gangster who has done all kinds of evil in the Hanshui area in the past few years. He is nicknamed Lao Ba, and the Green Forest people call him "Eight Masters". Before the Jurchens went south, he was famous in this Green Forest.
The "bookkeeper", as long as he is given money, he will commit murder and set fire to anything.
After the Jurchens left, the area under Dai Gong's jurisdiction was already struggling to survive. Now the money-minded Lao Ba joined forces with lawless people in the southwest and secretly opened up routes to traffic people for profit. And under the instruction of "powerful people" in the southwest
I have always wanted to kill Duke Dai and go to the southwest to receive the reward.
Last night, Dai Gong entered the city due to urgent matters and did not bring many guards with him. The old man saw the opportunity and went into the city to assassinate him. Unexpectedly, this action was discovered by the martyrs under Dai Gong's command, and they bravely blocked it. Several martyrs died in the fighting. This happened
When Lao Ba saw what had happened, he immediately abandoned his companions and fled. On the way, he randomly set fires in the city, burning countless people. It can be called crazy and inhumane.
After the failed assassination, the bandit leaders Lao Ba, Jin Chenghu and several others are still on the run. A large number of official documents with pictures and figures have been issued in the city, offering rewards for the capture of the culprits...
After recounting this incident, there was a lot of discussion in the inn. Some people loudly condemned the brutality of the gangsters, some began to talk about the ecology of the green forest, and some began to care about Dai Mengwei's entry into the city, thinking about how to meet him and sell him what he had learned.
, some people also began to discuss the war ahead. After all, if we can discuss some sharp and big plan that is beneficial to the situation ahead, we can get the appreciation of Duke Dai...
At this time, Ding Songnan, who had already reached an agreement with Dai Mengwei on the preliminary plan, was still in a capable short game. He left Dai Mengwei's residence, accompanied a few confidants, went to the north of the city to catch a boat, and left Ankang resolutely.
On the way, he talked about the result of this conversation with a companion. Halfway through, he fell silent slightly, and then said: "Dai Mengwei... is indeed not simple."
"how you said that?"
"...After you go back, select a group of people and I want you to take them with you and prepare to go to Jiangning."
"...That hero conference?" My companion was slightly confused, "Joining in the excitement of the Fair Party?"
"Dai Mengwei is right..." Ding Songnan said, "Some big things will happen in Jiangning in the future..."
"Then we... don't have to go and cheer for He Wen..."
The Han River was long, and the doubts of his companions rang in the cabin, and then Ding Songnan explained to him the reason for this...
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"...Next, something that will determine the future of this world will happen in Jiangning..."
At the end of the afternoon, in Ankang's house, Dai Mengwei walked forward slowly on crutches. Beside him was Lu Zhongming, one of his most useful disciples in the past. This was a middle-aged scholar who was nearly forty years old. I was once in charge of the details of food preparation this time.
"...I care about you. I will lead a team to Jiangning. The heroes Wei He, Chen Bian, and Qiu Changying are all under your control...I thought about it, and you are the only one who can handle it..." Dai Mengwei said.
"...Jiang Ning...Heroes Conference?" Lu Zhongming frowned and thought for a moment, "This matter was not caused by He Wenshi Ren Yahui..."
He was a little hesitant and confused, and Dai Mengwei shook his head.
"This incident has only been reported for a few days. It seems absurd at first glance, but if you think about it deeply, it is not difficult for you to imagine..."
The news of the Jiangning Heroes Conference has recently spread here. Some people are excited, and some are laughing privately. Because in the final analysis, last year there was the first martial arts competition in the southwest. How can we hold one this year? It is obviously a bit small. People are thinking about it.
Moreover, the so-called heroes of the world, although they sound heroic in storytellers, as long as they are in high positions, they already know that it is not these ordinary people who will determine the future of the world. The Southwest holds the world's first martial arts tournament. Taking advantage of the power gained after defeating the Jurchen West Route Army, Ning Yi recruited people to expand the army, and Ning Yi also specially organized the founding ceremony of the Chinese People's Government. Before the real things to be done, the so-called martial arts competition was just one of the sideshows. He Wen wants to do one this year. It is just to get some people who are seeking fame and fortune to join in the fun. It may gain some popularity and recruit a few reckless people to join the group, but could it be possible to take the opportunity to establish a "fair people's government"?
Lu Zhongming lowered his head and thought, Dai Mengwei's crutches walking in front were tapping slowly and rhythmically on the ground.
"...The Jurchens went south four times, Emperor Jianshuo fled to sea, and the Wu Dynasty fell apart. In today's world, it seems that the princes have risen together, and those with some ability have held up a flag, but in fact, it was just a sudden encounter at this time In the chaotic period after the great chaos, everyone could not understand the situation in the world and could not grasp their own position. Some people raised flags but hesitated, while others were loyal and honest on the surface but kept testing in private. After all, the Wu Dynasty had been stable for two hundred years. Whether we will encounter troubled times next, or whether they will merge into one again inexplicably a few years later, no one can guarantee."
Dai Meng smiled and said: "In this way, many people seem to be powerful, but in fact they are just short-lived fake princes... The world is like a big wave washing away the sand. In the next one or two years, these fakes who cannot stand will eventually be washed away.
Go down. South of the Yellow River, Liu Gong, Zou Xu and I are a place where real gold is mined. And the Fair Party, Wu Qimei, and even the small court in Fuzhou will have to decide the winner sooner or later. These things, at first glance,
I can see clearly when I get up."
Lu Zhongming nodded.
"But have you ever thought about a situation that may arise in this world in the future... where the princes from all walks of life are seeking black flags?"
Dai Meng paused for a moment: "Everyone in the world regards me, Mr. Liu, and Zou Xu as one, and the Fairness Party, Wu Qimei and others as another. Moreover, the development of the Fairness Party seems to be chaotic. He is sweeping and expanding, and is more powerful than Black Flag."
In order to be radical, no one will sell their face. Therefore, when we heard that this heroes conference was so absurd, we scholars just laughed it off, but in fact, even with such an absurd conference, the Fair Party still opened its door..."