Chapter 16 The fame of a man should be taken from the sword
The sun is setting in the west, and the dim light shines on the Lecture Hall.
The selected and unsuccessful candidates dispersed.
Or find a place to have a drink to celebrate, or prepare to come back next year.
The fame of being a martial artist is not that easy to earn.
The two cities inside and outside Tianjing have a population of millions, so how many people are practicing martial arts?
There are thirty-six places in total. If you don’t have any special skills, how can you represent our company in the competition?
"Xu Xian, a villain who sees profit and forgets his life, does not have a long-term vision. He knows clearly that Lin is a mean and ungrateful person, but he is still willing to be a dogleg.
He has a broken leg. With such deep hatred, he will definitely go back to Lin Lu and order his arrest."
Ji Yuan thought to himself.
He now has the wooden plaque of a martial arts school candidate to protect him, unless he commits serious crimes such as collaboration with the enemy, treason, and rebellion.
It must be handed over to the Three Justice Division or Heilongtai for trial.
Otherwise, you can meet court officials below the fourth rank without bowing down, and you will not be subject to shackles, shackles, and other prison sentences.
This is the benefit of fame.
The reason why the saint set such rules is simply because he thought that the martial arts in the world would have a way out.
He was not persecuted by corrupt officials, so he was forced to become a powerful bandit who gathered in the mountains and forests.
“In the ten thousand years of Xuanzhou, there has only been one emperor, a saint, a commoner. From being a beggar to a monk, he is now the supreme king in the world who has conquered the world and suppressed the central government.
I heard that the saint did not succumb to the cruel rule of the Hundred Barbarian Dynasty, so he raised the flag of rebellion and summoned the rebel army."
Ji Yuan had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu for the saint who conquered the world from the south and conquered the north.
"If the surname is Zhu, it would be more like it."
Today's great scene governs thirty-nine prefectures.
The saint has been in seclusion for twenty years without attending court.
All the power of the government was in the hands of the prince, and there were several vassal princes who guarded the area.
"Obviously it was a prosperous age of Jiazi, and the country was as solid as an iron barrel, but how could the Jiubian Army Town become like that?"
Ji Yuan shook his head to get rid of unnecessary distracting thoughts.
As soon as I stepped out of the gate of the outer courtyard, I was stopped by a rough voice from behind:
"Ji Jiulang, your family lives in Tai'anfang?"
Ji Yuan turned around and saw that it was the tall and majestic Coach Wei.
He nodded, cupped his hands and said:
"Reporting to the instructor, I rented a house in Nanmen Hutong to stay."
Before Ji Yuan tied up his hair, he lived with his second uncle.
But later he entered Fusi, Beizhen, to fill the gap in Tiqi.
When I got my salary, I simply moved out and lived alone.
"A certain family remembers that there is a good dog meat restaurant in that place. Can we drop by?"
Coach Wei's tone was a little stiff, and he seemed not very good at doing things like showing intimacy and building relationships.
"Then let me do the cooking. It's very cold these days, so I want to eat something good to warm my body and invigorate my blood!"
Ji Yuan smiled slightly, which was very flattering.
No matter in his previous life or in this life, his behavior has always been this way.
If people respect me one foot, I will respect others one foot!
"I saw on your registration book that you are from Liaodong?"
Coach Wei was dressed in a brocade robe, looking like an iron tower and full of power.
"My father is from Jingquan County, Liaodong. He grew up by the Wuding River. He was drafted into the army at the age of thirteen and took root in the military town. Later, he and his second uncle joined He Rulong's garrison as a scout..."
Ji Yuan has long memorized these contents by heart. After all, memorizing identity information is a basic skill for undercover agents.
"It's not easy, it's really not easy! It's bitterly cold in Liaodong. I used to guard Shuofeng Pass with Governor Tan Wenying. Day and night there are intertwined, and the temperature difference is huge.
During the day it is like a steamer, but once night falls, the breath turns to ice.
I once saw a recruit with an egg who almost froze his crotch when he went out to urinate..."
When he learned that Ji Yuan was from a military background and that his father had devoted his life to serving Beizhen Fusi, Coach Wei's eyes softened and his appreciation became stronger.
"I heard that the Chuanyun Mountain and Qingtian Sea in Liaodong were more miserable than Shuofeng Pass. The remnant tribes of the Baiman Dynasty gathered together, and they were already old soldiers if they could survive more than two years.
You can come from such a Shura field, others can't imagine it, but I can guess a little bit."
Ji Yuan did not experience it personally, so he could only say lightly:
"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."
This answer immediately impressed Coach Wei.
You must know that young people are very popular, and if they suffer a little bit, they want to be known to the whole world.
Ji Yuan's perseverance and ability to hide his worries are rare.
“It’s really pure gold and jade, it’s worth cultivating!”
Coach Wei applauded in his heart, but did not say it explicitly.
The two walked side by side, walking very fast, and arrived at the dog meat restaurant.
Just pick a seat and sit down, enjoy the charcoal pot casserole, the heat is rising, and the enticing aroma of meat reaches your nose.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Coach Wei finally got to the point:
"Jiulang, have you ever thought about joining the army? He is as strong as a tiger and has steel and iron bones. He is also a top-notch talent in Jiubian, a place where military strategists often have seeds.
To tell you the truth, I am a guerrilla general under the command of Commander-in-Chief Tan Wenying. Later, my foundation was injured, my energy and blood were weak, and it was difficult to make progress in martial arts, so I followed the arrangement of the Ministry of War and became an instructor at the Martial Arts Hall."
It turned out to be a wounded soldier discharged from the army?
Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows.
The two cities inside and outside Tianjing are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and you can meet powerful characters at any time.
He was not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he was extremely interested in those famous martial arts masters.
Shen Haishi doesn't know who he is, but Tan Wenying is famous.
A first-class official of the current dynasty who entered the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion at the age of only thirty.
Among the seventeen or eight great masters in Jing Chaoluan, he was probably ranked in the top eight.
His skill in killing lives with one hand is extremely astonishing.
Once in Aotouji, Beihai, he beheaded a thousand-year-old giant dragon that caused a storm.
Ranked tenth on the Qintianjian's mountain and river rankings, he is known as the gatekeeper of the master realm.
"Today you have become a sensation. It won't be long before Tai'anfang or the entire outer city will know about Ji Jiulang.
In my martial arts hall alone, there are Zhao Tong, son of Lieutenant Huben, Zheng Yuluo, the auxiliary officer of the Prince's East Palace, and Yang Xiu, the adopted son of the Duke of Liang's family, who has a wolf-like appearance... all of them.
They all come here for fame.
This is a Qingyun road. If you have the reputation of being a military officer, joining the army means being the commander-in-chief. It is easier to be promoted and gain military merit. But without this status, even the close associates of His Highness the Crown Prince have to start as pawns.
If you can win the top prize in martial arts, not to mention, you will be able to choose between Wuhou, Duke, and vassal kings, and you will be able to soar to the sky from now on!"
Coach Wei drank all three jars of Jiannan Shaochun, and now he seemed a little tipsy.
He looked at the expressionless Ji Yuan and sighed:
"Kuro, you have good bones, there is no doubt about it.
But the martial arts competition is already a hunting ground for distinguished people. They don't need to cheat, let alone leak the questions.
He was born with powerful medicines to regulate his qi and blood, build up his muscles and bones, and he inherited top-notch martial arts, which was enough to keep the poor and poor children away.
Moreover, if someone comes forward, it will overwhelm General Zhong Xungui's limelight.
They will definitely make a concerted effort to eliminate them. This is a silent tacit understanding, and it is also a lesson learned from General Zong’s victory nineteen years ago.”
Ji Yuan frowned slightly, he knew that Zong Pingnan was the number one scholar in martial arts nineteen years ago.
The general who came from a poor family participated in the competition, killed and injured many generals, and won the first place in the martial arts competition.
I heard that in the end, he was favored by the nobles in the cabinet, and he was saved from retaliation.
"General Zong was imprisoned in Zhaoyao Mountain by Liang Guogong. After twenty years of hard work, he was finally promoted to Grand Master. Only then was he granted the title of Grand General, taking over the power and guarding one side.
So, Kuro, if you really have great ambitions, you might as well join the army.
A certain family can write a letter of recommendation for you. Governor Tan Wenying is a high-ranking governor, and if you get his favor, your reputation will not be inferior to that of a martial arts judge."
Coach Wei's eyes were bright and he patiently waited for Ji Yuan's reply.
He really cherishes his talent, otherwise he wouldn't be able to talk about the simple and profound things and talk in such a long way.
Daming Mansion, Tianjing City.
It is the central place where powerful people manipulate the situation, and it is destined to be difficult for those with weak legs to get ahead.
How many heroes have fallen into disgrace here, unable to recover.
The soup in the casserole is milky white and bubbling.
Ji Yuan stared at the turning meat and remained silent.
After a while, he shook his head and said:
"Thank you very much, instructor, for your kindness, but please forgive me for being arrogant and arrogant. I cannot agree.
My father killed seventeen bandits and cut off their heads before leaving Liaodong, in exchange for a small banner of Beizhen Fusi. The whole family died and I was the only one left, in exchange for a hundred households.
As the instructor said, this journey... is not easy, so we can't go back.
No matter whether you are a general or a noble, you have to fight to know who is strong or weak.
A man's reputation should be taken from his sword!"