Fang Xie was deeply touched by Shen Qingfan's entry into the ninth rank in one battle. He already knew that the fastest way to quickly increase his strength was to continue to fight. A person nestles at home and studies hard every day, with a high level of realm, but he can run rampant in the world before going out. In the previous life, there were examples of martial arts masters being knocked down by bricks. If you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten. Although it is a bit one-sided, it is not unreasonable.
So, the next day Fang Jie left the Marquis of Sanjin Mansion and returned to the Academy of Martial Arts.
Many students in the Academy of Martial Arts did not leave due to various reasons, such as students from far away places, the 15-day class break is not enough time for them to go home. There are also some students who simply stay in the courtyard and chat with their companions because they are short of money and have no money to go out to socialize, which is also a pleasure.
Most of these students who stayed at the Academy of Martial Arts were from military background. And the most special one is Xie Fuyao from the Xie family in the south of the Yangtze River. He is not a person who has no money to go out to have fun, nor does he have no relatives and friends in Chang'an. But he didn't go out to spend time and drink like other children from rich families, but quietly read books and practiced alone. Because most of the people who stayed in the yard were quite repulsive to him, so Xie Fuyao seemed a little lonely.
When Fang Jie found him, he was reading a book under the rockery in the garden behind the Martial Arts Academy. There is a library in the Yanwu Academy, and students can borrow it. Most of these books were donated by successive professors themselves, and some were donated by the army and rewarded by the emperor. More than a hundred years later, the number of books in this library is quite spectacular.
What Xie Fuyao was reading was "Wanjiantang Sword Record". Last night, he just heard Shen Qingshan talk about Wanjiantang. Seeing such a book in Xie Fuyao's hand, Fang Xie couldn't help but wonder about it a lot. Many years ago, the overlord of the Jianghu in the Central Plains had a very strong curiosity. But this book was not written by the people of Wan Jiantang, but sorted out by people in Jianghu.
"You have the Wudang Three Never Practice, why do you want to read the Sword Record of Wanjiantang?"
Fang Jie sat down beside Xie Fuyao and asked.
Xie Fuyao smiled, closed the book with a snap, and asked back: "You are accompanied by a lovely wife and a beautiful woman, why do you come back to me?"
Fang Jie said with a smile: "Hands are itchy, if you want to beat someone, you want to get beaten."
"So you just come back here and use me as a sandbag?"
"Don't be funny..."
Fang Jie rolled his eyes at him and said: "Actually, we know who's sandbag is the best. If you want, you can beat me black and blue at any time."
"hypocritical."
Xie Fuyao glanced back and said: "If you don't give a reason, I won't be bothered to be your training partner. If I don't leave the Martial Arts Academy, I just want to live a quiet and free life for fifteen days, and you want to bother me Don't make up any excuses, just say something sincere and move me, otherwise you should go back quickly, I will continue to read."
"I have a woman."
Fang Jie looked at Xie Fuyao and said seriously.
Xie Fuyao was startled, and then said with some annoyance: "You came all the way here just to show off?"
"No… "
After being silent for a while, Fang Jie said more seriously: "I can't beat her..."
Xie Fuyao was stunned again, then looked at Fang Xie sympathetically and patted him on the shoulder: "My condolences."
Fang Jie curled his lips: "Can you be a little sympathetic?"
"All right… "
Xie Fuyao stretched his waist and said with a smile: "Even if your reason is still sincere, it doesn't matter if you have a reason. There is a saying... If you want to gain something, you must give something."
Fang Jie gritted his teeth and said, "More than ten taels of silver, don't talk about it!"
Xie Fuyao smiled brightly: "Yesterday, a new dish was added to the cafeteria of the Martial Arts Institute. Although it is the middle of winter, the bamboo shoots of Ding Dingzhu in the south of the Yangtze River at the beginning of winter are just when they are transported to the north. Eat less of this stuff, I was very kind when I met in the cafeteria yesterday, I asked the cook in the cafeteria that it costs nine taels of silver to cook a bamboo shoot banquet, do you think it was a coincidence?"
"What's delicious about that thing? It's not as refreshing as chicken, duck and fish."
Fang Jie said seriously.
Xie Fuyao raised his eyebrows: "Will you please?"
"please!"
Fang Jie gritted his teeth and nodded, and then added: "Don't care about the drinks!"
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There are dozens of martial arts training grounds, large and small, the largest one can accommodate hundreds of people, and the smallest 30 people can't fit. Fang Jie and Xie Fuyao found a relatively secluded place where no one would disturb them. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and most of the students who stayed in the yard went to the streets to play. It was the busiest time, and it was quite rewarding to wander around without spending money.
According to the rules, Fang Jie should go to pay New Year's greetings to relatives and friends. But he didn't have any relatives in Chang'an City, and as for Luo Weiran, a cheap uncle, Fang Xie didn't think he could find him. Last night, the serial murderer had appeared. It was presumed to be Fang Henshui, the arrester who came to the capital from a small county in the south of the Yangtze River. In addition, Hou Wenji set off for the northwest early this morning, and Luo Weiran was left alone with all the affairs of the Ouchi guards, and he was busy.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, His Majesty and the Queen will take the concubines, princes and princesses of the harem to the Taimiao to worship their ancestors. Then he had to take all the civil and military officials to the Ming Altar to pray for the people, and Luo Weiran must accompany him.
After much deliberation, there are not many people in Chang'an who need to be polite. Fang Jie wrote a few greeting cards early in the morning and asked the servants of the Marquis of Sanjin to send them out, one for Prince Yi Yang Yin, one for Minister of Rites Huai Qiugong, one for Minister of War Zong Lianghu, These few people treated him well, and some officials who had contacts also gave a copy. Anyway, those grown-ups have to follow His Majesty today, and they may not be able to come back until dark, so it's fine to send in the invitation card to express their hearts.
It's just a matter of etiquette, and it's just a matter of being polite. Fang Jie doesn't have the money to give big gifts now, and when he bought greeting cards, he wasn't even willing to pick the most expensive bronzing copybook.
Xie Fuyao fought against Fang Jie for the first time, Sixiang Fingering used the spring method to blow the wind and send out thunder. The other two changes are Autumn Rain and Winter Frost.
There are many small changes in these four fingerings. If I really study all of them, I'm afraid I can write a book. All the cultivation methods are in the word "enlightenment", and if a stupid person can learn one transformation, it is the ultimate. Smart people can naturally understand more. Wan Xingchen, the master of Wanjian Hall, claims to be able to master all dharma with one method. He has practiced swordsmanship all his life, but he has no master of all kinds of magic in the world. This is the difference between people, and it cannot be made up by hard work.
Xie Fuyao's four-element fingering technique is infinitely varied, and it is similar to the saying that Dao produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. Just the fingering of Chunfa Fufeng can produce many changes.
"Do you want to fight, or teach you the Liangyi Sword first?"
Xie Fuyao took off his robe, stretched his muscles a few times and asked.
He promised Fang Jie to teach him the Liangyi sword, but then Fang Jie disappeared from everyone's sight. The official statement of the Yanwu Academy is that he is retreating in the back mountain, but he is actually practicing in the prison of the Ouchi guards. Wudang Mountain is said to have the most powerful three methods, one is Taiji, the other is two, the other is three, and the four is elephant.
But Fang Jie really didn't have much interest in swords, what he loved most was knives.
"Of course we should fight first."
Fang Jie smiled, then punched Xie Fuyao in the chest. Xie Fuyao moved away to one side, raised and stretched his left index finger. Several fingers rushed towards Fang Jie like a snake crawling forward rapidly. The biggest feature of this spring method is to control the enemy, and the finger strength is relatively gentle.
Fang Jie had experienced the power of this finger force, so he didn't dare to be careless. Last time, it was because Xie Fuyao didn't know that his air pockets hardly opened or even sea of air, Chunfa Fufeng could seal others but couldn't seal Fang Xie. But now that Xie Fuyao already knew Fang Jie's physique, he slightly changed Fufeng's fingering, changing the sealing of air points to sealing of meridians.
Relying on his body shape, Fang Jie moved extremely fast, dodging one after another trying to get close. How could Xie Fuyao give him such a chance again, raising his left middle finger means Xia Fa Jinglei, raising his ring finger means Autumn Falling Rain. In fact, if he hadn't fought desperately, Fang Jie really had nothing to do with Xie Fuyao.
An hour passed like this, Xie Fuyao couldn't seal Fang Xie and couldn't knock him down, Fang Xie couldn't get close to Xie Fuyao's body, and he couldn't do anything about him. In the middle of winter, both of them were sweating all over, but it was extremely enjoyable.
Tired from the beating, he took a break and went to the cafeteria to drink.
"Did Zhang Kuang and Mo Xidao also take to the streets to watch the excitement?"
Fang Jie asked while wiping his sweat.
"Or maybe."
Xie Fu shook his head and said: "Mo Xidao saw it yesterday, but Zhang Kuang didn't see it."
Fang Jie hummed, thinking of Zhang Kuang's embarrassment when he borrowed money from him that day, his heart felt a little sour. The students from the frontier army were especially poor. Their salaries were not as good as those of the soldiers, and if they had a little more communication, the money handed out by the court was simply not enough.
"Anyway, I'll come to fight with you every day in the future, and I'll just see the two of them fighting together."
Fang Jie smiled and stopped thinking about crazy things.
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As the emperor went to the Taimiao to worship the ancestors, the civil and military officials were not allowed to enter the Taimiao, but they had to accompany them. When the emperor and empress brought the nobles in the palace to worship their ancestors, the adults stood in order outside the Taimiao. The Sui Dynasty promoted filial piety, so naturally no one would dare to be careless in such a solemn ceremony.
Luo Weiran, the commander of the Ouchi Guards Department, stood on the steps and frowned slightly looking at the dark crowd outside.
"Have people been sent out?"
He asked Meng Wudi, the deputy commander of Ouchi's bodyguard department.
Meng Wudi leaned forward and said: "I sent out, I asked Qianhuyue and the three provinces to lead the team, and I set off last night. I guess it will take two months to reach Jiangnan at the earliest. I am afraid that it will take two months to reach Jiangnan. Spring is blooming."
"Don't relax in the capital."
Luo Weiran said: "That person was injured, so he will definitely find a hidden place to recuperate during this period of time. Search all the places in Chang'an City where people can hide. After all, he is not a fairy and will not fly into the sky to escape."
Meng Wudi hummed and said: "There is one more thing. Recently, a new killer organization has appeared in the rivers and lakes of Gyeonggi Province. The origin is unknown. Three cases have been committed. Song Zhenshan, the master of the Laishui Iron Fist Sect, was killed. Feng Tai, the head of the word stick, was killed, and Liu Ta, the leader of Zhongyitang in Xiangzhen, was killed. It should be the same gang. People in the martial arts in Gyeonggi Province plan to jointly investigate and find this killer organization recently.
Luo Weiran nodded and didn't pay much attention to it: "People in the Jianghu solve the affairs of the Jianghu by themselves. This kind of killer is only looking for money. I have annoyed the martial arts in the entire Gyeonggi Province, and I have a good life in a few days."
at the same time.
A hidden courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing.
Qin Liuqi, who always had a gentle and warm appearance, led a young man with a gloomy face into the door, and ordered the courtyard door to be closed tightly. He took the young man all the way to the backyard, and said as he walked: "Your Highness attaches great importance to you. This yard is full of loyal subordinates to His Highness. You get along well with them. With your ability, it is natural for you to want to stand out. Not difficult."
The young man hummed, frowning, and carefully looked at the yard.
When they entered the backyard, two men in purple suits guarding the door bowed their heads to salute Qin Liuqi. Qin Liuqi waved his hand and asked, "Where is Captain Zhang?"
The gatekeeper replied respectfully: "I went to Bazhou today, and brought a group of newcomers to practice their skills."
Qin Liuqi nodded and said, "Let your leader come to see me, and I'll bring him a master."