Chapter 26 The First Trial of Martial Arts, Yang Xiu and His People
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
Ji Yuan gained a lot from that strange dream-like experience of refining destiny.
He was born in Liaodong and grew up in Junzhen.
I have seen thieves plundering people, and I have also seen border troops mowing grass.
But I still don’t have a clear understanding of the scene outside the customs.
I only know that the remnant tribes of the Hundred Barbarian Dynasty abandoned everything and believed in the evil god. They were infected by the alien power and have degenerated into a state of drinking blood.
They are extremely ferocious by nature and will even kill their own kind and cannibalize their relatives.
Throughout the ages, foreigners like them have been regarded as a serious danger and must be eradicated.
"The seventeen guards on the nine sides of the Jing Dynasty need to change to the third realm to be eligible to be selected as elite cavalry. What realm should those princes and princes of Wu be? This world is very vast."
Ji Yuan felt that his horizons suddenly broadened.
It was a sudden enlightenment of truly seeing a higher world.
He thought of millions of blood-changing warriors forming a military formation, wearing three layers of talisman armor, with red-blooded dragons and horses at their crotches.
Behind them are thunder cannons, divine arm crossbows, iron tire bows, black gold arrows...
What are the six true traditions and Jianghu sects?
Everyone must be trembling and bow their heads.
"But then again, the Jing Dynasty had to raise millions of tiger and wolf troops every year, with military pay, food and grass, elixirs, armor, horses, and military promotions... Just thinking about it makes my scalp numb.
His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, who has been overseeing the country for twenty years, has been able to handle all of this clearly without making any mistakes. He is also a very capable person. No wonder even King Yan, who was born with a vision, cannot compete with him."
After his thoughts dispersed for a while, Ji Yuanfu began to breathe again.
Qi and blood are driven throughout the body, and the skin of muscles and bones makes a trembling sound.
As the internal refining progressed, a complex and detailed human body pattern seemed to emerge in his mind.
Threads of accumulated internal energy have covered the five internal organs, showing a faint red color.
The hands and feet, the front and back of the chest and abdomen, and the spine are also involved.
If only that red color could cover the entire body.
This is the Dzogchen of inner refining!
It is clear.
Ji Yuan is still far behind, probably only about 60% completed.
If you are simply pursuing a breakthrough, it doesn't matter if your level of internal training is lower.
Anyway, after the exchange of blood in the three realms, you can change the meridian and cut the marrow, which will make up for it.
But if he wants to take the martial arts examination and earn fame, most of the opponents he encounters are generals and nobles.
Internal refining cannot achieve perfection, and you will fall short when competing.
"There are still one hundred points of white Dao Yun left, which is no longer enough to upgrade the "Golden Bell". After today's first test, I must go to Liulichang."
About half an hour passed, the sound of breathing gradually became weaker, and Ji Yuan opened his eyes.
Instructor Wei once said that the lower-level martial arts trains the five internal organs, the middle-level martial arts trains the six internal organs, and the upper-level martial arts masters the three hundred and sixty sections of the human body.
"The Jing Dynasty, through its strict control over martial arts and great elixirs, firmly suppressed the proliferation of martial arts among the people, and to a large extent prevented chivalrous men from breaking the law with force, thus ensuring that nine out of ten masters in the world came from the imperial court!"
Ji Yuan couldn't help but sigh at the saint's methods. He really recruited all the soldiers from the world to enrich the central arsenal.
This is also the real reason why an internal refining method is so difficult to find in the outer city.
Almost all martial arts secrets belong to the imperial court, and it is difficult to access them without some connections.
Therefore, this brings a serious drawback.
That is the monopoly and exploitation of the bottom class by elites and noble families.
Jiangwutang is the most obvious example.
"It's useless to think too much. I'm just a little Tiqi. I can't control anything. Saints may not be able to see this level, but... they can't solve it."
Ji Yuan gathered his thoughts, put on the Yunying robe and prepared to go out.
Second uncle Ji Chengzong learned that today was the first test of Tai'anfang Lecture Hall, so he asked his aunt to wash it before sending it over.
After locking the courtyard door, I just walked out of Nanmen Alley.
Ji Yuan saw a large group of people waiting outside with smiles on their faces, including Ping Xiaoliu whom he had met last time.
"Kiuro! You have to give our Tai'anfang a chance!"
"Yes, Brother Xiaojiu, if you win, you can eat the pancakes from Lao Zhang's stall for free!"
"What nonsense? The official of Jiulang Tangtang North Town Fusi can eat my pancakes for free!"
"Kiuro, do you have a sweetheart? My daughter is just about the age of hairpins, and she has a beautiful face..."
All kinds of earnest words came flooding in, catching Ji Yuan off guard.
He thought to himself that it was like seeing him off for the college entrance examination in his previous life.
"How can we ordinary people in the alley be inferior to some young master or young master? Brother Xiao Jiu will definitely win! He will definitely win!"
Ping Xiaoliu hid in the crowd and shouted loudly, causing a chorus of agreement.
"Thank you all, I am here to earn fame and fame!"
Ji Yuan smiled casually, cupped his fists and said:
"We will do our best and live up to everyone's expectations!"
After saying that, he rolled up his clothes and started walking.
The cloud eagle on the robe fluttered, as if it was spreading its wings to fly.
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The first test in the martial arts hall is archery and horse riding.
Located at the inner courtyard shooting range.
There are not many candidates.
Altogether there were about thirty or forty people.
Scattered scattered outside the venue.
They all whispered to each other and discussed something.
In the hall, Shi Shiran, an old man with Eguan Bo belt, black clothes and white hair, walked out.
He stood up with his head held high and said:
"This preliminary test is divided into three targets: fifty steps, two hundred steps, and five hundred steps.
The same is true for bows, ebony bows, white ox bows, and iron tire bows.
Each candidate has three quivers with ten quivers in each bag, and the one who hits the most targets wins."
The old man's words were so powerful that they spread throughout the inner courtyard, and he had a sense of strength and determination.
At a glance, you can tell that his skills are profound and extraordinary.
He is none other than the director of the Tai'anfang Martial Arts Hall, Chai Qingsong.
Mainly responsible for admitting candidates, assessing scores, and reporting to the Sixth Department.
This position is not of high quality, but it is mostly held by highly respected people from the Hanlin Academy and the Imperial College, so it should not be underestimated.
"We will remember what the boss said."
Many candidates felt awe-struck, and no one dared to make a mistake, so they nodded in agreement.
Everyone knows that three thousand years ago, hundreds of schools respected martial arts.
In particular, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism drew on their strengths and achieved the highest results.
Most of the unique magic skills in the world today come from this.
Even the most prosperous military strategists in ZTE have to admit the fact of pinching their noses.
Therefore, do not underestimate the Confucian scholars who are brilliant but poor in their scriptures.
It is very possible for someone to open his mouth and write a beautiful poem, turning out a vast sword energy to fight one against a hundred.
"Coach Wei, where is that young man from Liaodong you praised so highly before?"
The old man asked with a smile.
"I'm reporting back to Manager Chai, but the people haven't arrived yet."
Wei Yang was not anxious and had plenty of time for the first test.
Unless you give up the exam and simply don't come, you won't be late and miss it.
"I read on the roster that he is a top-notch guy with the strength of a tiger? Is he likely to win the first place in archery and horse riding in his first try?"
The old man asked again.
"The first place shouldn't be good. Although Ji Yuan is a son of a military family in Liaodong, he can ride a horse and shoot arrows, but he may not be very good.
Mr. Chai, you also know that archery requires time to practice, and it is difficult to become a master without shooting thousands of times."
Wei Yang sighed.
He didn't underestimate Ji Yuan's abilities.
Only in archery, poor families are really at a disadvantage.
An ordinary ebony bow costs about forty taels of silver, not to mention the cost of arrows, and I can't afford to waste it if I don't have enough money.
In addition, you can’t just shoot at fixed targets. Every spring and autumn, you have to go hunting in the mountains to shoot pheasants, mountain rabbits, spotted deer...
After all the calculations, even the ordinary wealthy households in Tianjing City cannot afford it.
"Chief Chai, hasn't Duke Liang's adopted son arrived yet?"
Wei Yang asked with a frown.
"Yang Xiu... This boy has a reputation for being evil. He doesn't seem to have a follow-the-rules temperament. How could he arrive early?"
The old man shook his head repeatedly. If the housekeeper of Duke Liang hadn't come to ask for help, he wouldn't have been able to refuse.
He was unwilling to make an exception, skip the registration process, and directly recruit the other party.
"Yang Xiu was expelled from Tianjing by Liang Guogong when he was seventeen years old and transferred to Xishan Mansion to suppress bandits. At that time, he was at the level of internal refining. He should be a master by now."
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but worry about Ji Yuan.
It is said that the adopted son of Duke Liang was abandoned by his parents when he was young and was raised by a she-wolf.
When I was seven or eight years old, I went down the mountain to steal food. I was surrounded by more than twenty villagers and almost beaten to death with sticks.
On the way to being escorted to the official, I met Liang Guogong's family.
I don't know why I got such great luck and became an adopted son.
At the age of twelve, he reached the Dzogchen stage of external refining, and at the age of seventeen, he entered the level of internal refining.
Then he was listed on the martial arts list drawn up by Qin Tianjian, and the comment was "the wolf looks at the prime minister and kills fiercely".
"It's rare that our martial arts hall can produce a few talented people."