Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 26 The first test of martial arts, Yang Xiu

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Ji Yuan learned a lot from that dream-like experience of refining fate.

The original body was born in Liaodong and grew up in Junzhen.

I have seen thieves looting, and I have also seen frontier soldiers mowing grass.

But for the scene outside the pass, there is still no clear understanding.

All I know is that those remnant tribes of the Hundred Barbarian Dynasty abandoned everything to believe in evil gods, were infected by alien forces, and had degenerated to the point of wanting blood.

They are extremely cruel by nature, and even cannibalize each other.

All dynasties and dynasties have regarded this kind of alienated people as a serious problem and must be eradicated.

"The seventeen guards on the nine sides of the Jing Dynasty, and the three realms of blood exchange are eligible to be selected as elite cavalry. What realm should those princes and Marquises be? This world is very vast."

Ji Yuan felt his horizons suddenly widen.

It was a kind of sudden enlightenment that had truly seen a higher world.

He thought of millions of blood-changing warriors forming an army formation, wearing three layers of talisman armor, with red blood dragon horses under their crotches.

Behind them are thunder cannons, god arm crossbows, iron tire bows, black gold arrows...

What are the six true traditions, the sects of the rivers and lakes.

Everyone must be trembling and bow their heads.

"But then again, Jing Chao has to raise millions of tiger and wolf troops a year, military pay, food, medicine, armor, horses, military promotion... Just thinking about it makes the scalp numb.

His Royal Highness, the crown prince who has supervised the country for 20 years, was able to sort out all these clearly without making any mistakes. "

After his thoughts diverged for a while, Ji Yuanfu began to breathe again.

Qi and blood are driven to flow through the whole body, and the muscles, bones and membranes vibrate.

As the internal training progressed, a complex and detailed human body pattern seemed to emerge in his mind.

The accumulated internal energy has 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 that red color can cover the whole body.

It is inner practice Dzogchen!
It is clear.

Ji Yuan is still far behind, probably only about [-]% completed.

If one simply pursues a breakthrough, it doesn't matter if the level of internal training is lower.

Anyway, after the blood exchange of the three realms, you can cut the marrow through the Book of Changes, and it will make up for it.

But he wants to test martial arts and earn fame, and most of the opponents he encounters are generals.

If you can't achieve great perfection in internal training, you will fall short in the competition.

"There are still [-] points of white Taoism left, which is not enough to improve the "Golden Bell Cover". After the first trial today, I must go to Liulichang."

About half an hour passed, the sound of breathing gradually weakened, and Ji Yuan opened his eyes.

Coach Wei said that low-grade martial arts practice the five internal organs, middle-grade martial arts practice the six internal organs, and high-grade martial arts can master the 360 ​​knots of the human body.

"Through the strict control of martial arts and great pills, the Jing Dynasty firmly suppressed the flood of civilian force, and largely eliminated the prohibition of chivalrous use of martial arts, so that nine out of ten of the world's masters come from the court!"

Ji Yuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion that the means of the sage was to collect soldiers from all over the world to enrich the central arsenal.

This is also the real reason why it is so hard to find an internal refining method in the outer city.

Almost all martial arts secrets belong to the imperial court, and it is difficult to get to them without any connections

So, this brings a serious disadvantage.

That is the monopoly and exploitation of the bottom by the nobles and noble families.

The lecture hall is the most obvious example.

"It's useless to think too much. I'm just a little Tiqi. I can control anything. A saint may not be able to see this layer, but... can't solve it."

Ji Yuan collected his thoughts, put on the cloud eagle robe and prepared to go out.

Second Uncle Ji Chengzong learned that today was the first test in the Tai'anfang Lecture Hall, so he specially asked his aunt to wash it before sending it over.

After locking the courtyard door, I just walked out of the South Gate Hutong.

Ji Yuan saw a large group of people waiting outside with smiles on their faces, including Ping Xiaoliu whom he had seen last time.

"Jiulang! You have to fight for our Tai'an Square!"

"That's right, Brother Nine, if you win the prize, you can eat the pancakes from the old Zhang's stall in the future, free of charge!"

"What nonsense, Jiulang, the majestic official of Beizhen Fusi, can eat my pancakes for free!"

"Jiulang, do you have a sweetheart? My daughter is just at the age of Ji, and she looks beautiful..."

All kinds of earnest words rushed over, killing Ji Yuan by surprise.

He thought to himself, it smelled like seeing him off for the college entrance examination in his previous life.

"Why are ordinary people in our alleys inferior to young masters and young masters? Little Brother Nine will definitely hit! He will definitely hit!"

Ping Xiaoliu hid in the crowd and yelled loudly, causing a crowd of echoes.

"Thank you everyone, I am here to earn fame and fame!"

Ji Yuan smiled, clasped his fists and said:

"We will do our best to live up to everyone's expectations!"

After finishing speaking, the corners of his clothes were rolled up, and he walked on.

The cloud eagle on the robe was trembling, as if it was about to fly.

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The first test in the martial arts hall is horseback riding and archery.

Set in the inner courtyard shooting range.

There are not many candidates.

There are about thirty or forty people in total.

Scattered outside the field.

They were whispering to each other about something.

In the hall, an old man in black and white hair, Shi Shiran, walked out.

Standing up with his head held high, he opened his mouth and said:
"This preliminary test is divided into three types: 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 examinee has three bags of quiver, ten in each bag, and the one who hits the most targets is the winner. "

The old man's speech was full of arrogance, and the inner courtyard was booming, with a strong and firm meaning.

One can tell at a glance that the skill is profound and extraordinary.

He is Chai Qingsong, the head of the Martial Arts Hall in Tai'an Square.

Mainly responsible for admitting candidates, assessing results, and reporting to the Six Departments.

This position is not high-ranking, but it is mostly held by highly respected people from the Imperial Academy and the Imperial Academy, so it should not be underestimated.

"I'll keep in mind what the boss says."

The hearts of many candidates were awe-inspiring, and each of them did not dare to make mistakes, and nodded in agreement.

Everyone knows that 3000 years ago, a hundred schools of thought respected martial arts.

In particular, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism have learned from the directors and achieved the highest achievements.

Most of the unique magical arts in the world today come from it.

Even ZTE's most prosperous military strategist has to admit this fact with a pinch of his nose.

Therefore, don't underestimate Confucian scholars with brilliant heads and poor scriptures.

It is very likely that people will open their mouths to read a beautiful poem, transforming into a boundless sword energy, and defeat a hundred with one.

"Coach Wei, where is the Liaodong boy you praised so much earlier?"

The old man asked with a smile.

"Report to Chai in charge, but the person has not arrived yet."

Wei Yang wasn't in a hurry either, he had plenty of time for the first test.

Unless you give up the exam yourself and don't come directly, you won't be late and miss it.

"I read in the roster that he is a top-notch man with the strength of a tiger? Maybe he will win the first place in the first trial of bow horse riding and archery?"

the old man asked again.

"The first name should not be good. Although Ji Yuan is a son of a military family in Liaodong, he is good at horseback riding and archery, but he may not be very good at it.

As you know, Mr. Chai, the art of archery needs time to hone, and it is difficult to become a master without thousands of bows and targets. "

Wei Yang sighed.

He didn't underestimate Ji Yuan's ability.

It's just that in terms of archery, poor families really suffer a lot.

An ordinary ebony bow costs about 40 taels of silver, not to mention the consumption of arrows.

In addition, you can't just shoot fixed targets, you have to hunt in the mountains every spring and autumn, shooting pheasants, mountain rabbits, flower deer...

After calculating this sum of money, even the ordinary wealthy households in Tianjing City cannot afford it.

"Master Chai, Duke Liang's adoptive son hasn't arrived yet?"

Wei Yang asked with a frown.

"Yang Xiu...this son has a bad reputation, he doesn't seem to be a well-behaved person, how could he arrive early."

The old man shook his head again and again, if it wasn't for Duke Liang's housekeeper coming to ask him, it would be hard to refuse.

He is unwilling to make an exception, skip the registration process, and recruit the other party directly.

"Yang Xiu was expelled from Tianjing by Liang Guogong at the age of 17 and transferred to Xishan Mansion to suppress bandits. At that time, he was at the level of internal training, and he should be a master now."

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help worrying about Ji Yuan.

Rumor has it that the adopted son of Lord Liang was abandoned by his parents when he was young and was raised by a she-wolf.

When he was seven or eight years old, he went down the mountain to steal food, was surrounded by more than [-] villagers on the spot, and was almost beaten to death with sticks.

On the way to escort to see the official, I ran into Liang Guogong's family.

For some reason, he got the great fortune and became a adopted son.

At the age of 12, he practiced Dzogchen externally, and at the age of 17, he entered the level of internal training.

Then it was included in the martial arts list drawn up by the Qin Tianjian, and the comment was "the wolf cares about the prime minister, and the killing is fierce".

"It's rare that our lecture hall can produce a few talents."

The old man looked up at the sky.

It's about time.

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