The years when I explored the fairyland

Xue Nu, the chief steward of the Xue Mansion, may be just a servant, but he represents the face of the Xue Mansion.

Moreover, walking outside, he is more respectable than 99% of the people in Baisha City.

But such a person tore his own head off at a banquet?

Few people would believe this kind of thing, but this time, there were too many witnesses.

Not to mention the big figures whose status is not much worse than Xue Minghua, just the guards and servants, they all saw it.

Of course, the Xue family issued a ban, but it was useless, not at all.

In just a very short time, Xue Nu's miserable death spread throughout Baisha City.

Those ordinary people just watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, but some of the big names in Baisha City knew what it meant.

So, although the wealth of Xuanzhen Temple is tempting, who dares to do it now?

I guess there are really not many.

After getting this news, Chu Zhou finally relieved himself of the pressure after repeated confirmation.

Everything went according to his plan. At least in the short term, no one dared to trouble him.

Of course, this was not enough!

Throughout history, isolating oneself was never a good thing, so he had to do something, such as finding one or two reliable "friends".

Even if it was just reliable for the sake of face.

However, before that, Chu Zhou had one more thing to do.

He finally abandoned all distractions and did not think about any conspiracy. He just took a bath happily, threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in just two or three breaths.

He was really too tired!!

Throughout the time he had traveled through, he had to deal with people and various funeral matters during the day.

At night, he had to stay up all night to find a way out.

He hadn't slept well for a long time.

Before, there was a life-and-death crisis, and the string in his mind was too tight, so he didn't feel anything.

But today, after confirming that the deterrent plan of "killing ghosts" had worked, he couldn't bear it anymore.

And this time, he slept soundly, and when he woke up again, it was already bright outside.

Lying on the bed, his chaotic brain recovered after a long while,

but he didn't rush to get up, but twisted his body, did a few stretching exercises, and then got out of bed.

He walked to the door, opened the door, and saw Xu Cheng and Yi Huai, two little guys, practicing martial arts in the yard.

One closed his eyes and meditated, his body rose and fell slightly, and he was holding a stake to feel the qi.

The other was practicing the three moves of the dragon, fighting vigorously and hard.

On the side, there was a young man who was taller than them, looking at them with envy and admiration.

Perhaps, it was his gaze that made the two little guys work so hard.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yi Huai was the first to turn his head. Seeing that it was his senior brother, he stepped forward.

"Senior brother, you finally woke up? We were going to call you, but Uncle Fan said that you were too tired these days and asked you to sleep a little longer."

Turning his head, he saw the young man approaching again, and said, "This is Uncle Fan's eldest son. He said that you agreed to practice martial arts with us in the future. Is it true?"

"Really!"

Chu Zhou responded and looked at the young man again.

He looked 70% similar to Fan Zhong, but younger, more immature, and darker.

When he met Chu Zhou's gaze, he looked very embarrassed and wanted to say something, but the young man was so reserved that he couldn't utter a word.

After a pause, Chu Zhou asked, "What's your name?"

"Fan, Fan Tiehu, fourteen years old this year."

"Do you know why I asked you to come here?"

"My father told me to follow the Taoist priest, um, the master of the temple to practice martial arts together."

"In the future, come here every morning, I will teach you martial arts, how much you can learn is up to you."

"Thank you! Thank you, the master of the temple!"

"Call me senior brother!"

Fan Tiehu was very excited and almost knelt down. Yi Huai's eyes sparkled and he asked, "Senior Brother, does that mean Tiehu will be our junior brother from now on?

I am not the youngest anymore?"

Chu Zhou glanced at him and knew that this guy was very dissatisfied with him because he was the youngest.

However, he did not deny it, but said: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, bring me a basin of water to wash my face, and bring me the soup for replenishing qi and blood, and notify Sister Li to prepare breakfast for lunch.

In the afternoon, we have to go to Baisha City again, there are some things to do!"

After a series of arrangements, Chu Zhou sent the three little guys away. He looked up slightly and felt that the sun was shining brightly today, which was a rare good day.

...

In the afternoon,

the sun was just right.

Ada harnessed the carriage, and Chu Zhou led Fan Zhong to Baisha City.

The carriage was shaking and the speed was not fast. Fortunately, there was a wide road between Xuanzhen Temple and Baisha City, so it was not too bumpy.

And Chu Zhou lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

Along the way, he saw pedestrians coming and going, some were strong, some were thin, most of them were pushing wheelbarrows, wearing tattered clothes, stepping on straw sandals, and looked hurried.

He saw the withered yellow grass on both sides, the rolling mountains, the hard frozen soil, and the bleakness of autumn.

And along the end of his vision, he also saw the khaki city walls, the soldiers in armor and weapons, the queues of people, and the officials collecting taxes.

Once we entered the city, it became even more lively, with shops open along the street, vendors running for a living, groups of children playing, and busy pedestrians.

All of this was so vivid, diluting Chu Zhou's sense of unreality caused by time travel.

The world is already different.

And he, Chu Zhou, is no longer the Chu Zhou he used to be.

There was no words all the way, and the carriage finally stopped on a main road, in front of a mansion of a wealthy family.

The two stone lions at the door were carved lifelike, and there were two burly men standing in front of the door with their arms folded, looking down at the visitors.

At the gatehouse, there is a plaque with four large characters painted in iron and painted in silver.

——Iron Gun Martial Arts School!

When he arrived at the place, Fan Zhong got off the carriage immediately, walked forward to negotiate with the two big men, and handed over the greeting card.

Chu Zhou, on the other hand, stood in front of the door, looking at the majestic door. Hearing the faint sound of martial arts training, his eyes moved imperceptibly.

During this period, Chu Zhou was certainly not idle either.

He once carefully looked through the original memory, trying to understand the basic situation of the world from the few words of Xuanzhen.

He also chatted with Fan Zhong to get more information during his explanation, and then tried to piece together the whole picture of the world.

It's a pity that neither of them has traveled a hundred miles around. It's unrealistic to expect them to understand things thousands of miles away!

On the contrary, the books in the secret room, the travel notes and stories, gave him more information.

For example, this country is named "Yun", whose full name is the Dayun Dynasty. It has been established for more than 300 years and has four prefectures and twenty counties in the country.

As for its operating system, what impressed Chu Zhou the most was the eight words recorded in a travel diary - the aristocratic family and the sect share the same world!

An aristocratic family is not just a family, but a family as the main body. The huge land, industry, tenants, slaves, family children, and clans form a large network covering all levels of society.

As a result, taxation, corvee labor, and military service were all beyond their control.

When those exiled officials came here, they had to rely on them to manage the place. A typical example was the Xue family where Xue Minghua, the county magistrate of Baisha County, lived.

The main sects of the sect focus on force. They have a complete master-disciple inheritance and extremely strong personal force.

Although force cannot represent everything, with absolute force, you have the ability to say "no", and you can overturn the original order.

Therefore, this combination of civil and military affairs constituted the basic operating model of the Universiade Dynasty.

Of course, things are not that simple. The distinction between aristocratic families and sects is not black and white, but the mutual penetration and competition between you and me.

As for this martial arts hall, it is the end of the martial arts journey and can be seen as an extension of the power of the dynasty and sect.

For example, the owner of the Iron Spear Martial Arts Hall, Wei Jinkui, was once an inner disciple of Husha Pavilion in Tianquan County.

Although he was successful in his studies and opened this martial arts gym in Baisha City after he left school, you can't think that they have lost contact, right?

In fact, the outstanding disciples of the Iron Spear Martial Arts School either take the martial arts examination, join the army, or go to Husha Mountain.

For this reason, large sums of money, treasures and medicines must be offered every year, but nothing should be left behind.

Of course, whenever the Iron Spear Martial Arts Hall encounters something that cannot be solved, the Husha Pavilion cannot shirk the blame.

Otherwise, how could a martial arts gym occupy such a large space on Qianmen Street?

In other words, the martial arts hall is not only a martial arts hall, but also a hero!

on the other side,

Inside the Iron Gun Martial Arts Hall, in the backyard.

A man about forty years old, with a strong back and a strong back, stopped dancing with his gun and turned his head in surprise: "Who are you talking about? Who is coming to visit me?"

The man guarding the gate hurriedly said: "Xuanzhen Guan Chu Zhouchu, the little Taoist priest, I have seen him before, and I will not admit his mistake."

"It's him!"

Wei Jinkui frowned and muttered with some uncertainty: "Why did he come to see me?"

On the side, another man who was very similar to Wei Jinkui but looked younger and had a scar on his face said curiously: "Dad, I heard there are rumors outside that this little Taoist priest Chu took over from his master. Mantle.

A few days ago, the Xue family slave Xue died in his hands.

In full view of everyone, he tore off half of his own head, scaring a group of people to the point where they almost pissed themselves. I don't know if it was true or not? "

Wei Jinkui glanced at the other person: "Fang Jie, how did you know he was the one who did this?"

"We have a lot of martial arts practitioners in Baisha City, but how many of them know the secret arts? Apart from the one from Xuan Zhen Guan, who else can come up with such methods?"

Wei Fangjie was not afraid of his father, and he analyzed it lucidly: "I heard that the little Taoist priest rejected the Xue family's solicitation. He should always have some confidence, right?"

"That's true!"

Wei Jinkui nodded slightly, seeming quite satisfied with his son's analysis. His eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "As for whether it is true or not, we will know soon!"

Turning his head again, he looked at the big man guarding the door and said, "Why are you still standing here? Please come to the living room to serve tea. Don't neglect me."

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