"Think twice?"
Jiang Heng was sitting upright, with a solemn expression, looking at the flickering lights in front of him, he said in a deep voice:
"If any warrior at the level of a grand master or grand master dares to assassinate an official of the imperial court, the world will inevitably be in chaos. What's the face of Daxia's law!"
"The military restriction order has been planned for several years, and this assassination made me make up my mind!"
Jiang Cheng was silent.
The so-called Martial Arts Restriction Order is to list the martial artists of each state capital into household registration and join in the control, further reduce the influence of different martial arts forces, nationalize the martial arts classics that have been circulated in Daxia, and open martial arts schools in each state capital at the same time , replacing unregulated gangs, etc.
In general.
The introduction of the Armed Forces Limitation Order is generally correct.
It's just that with the introduction of the Martial Arts Restriction Order, the interests of the major martial arts gangs will inevitably be damaged, and it is foreseeable that the martial arts will be chaotic.
If it's a real prosperous age, it's okay to say.
But now Daxia seems to be thriving, but in fact there is a hidden danger.
Enemy countries are staring at the outside, demons are making trouble inside, the families of the family have hidden evil intentions, and farther away, there are mysterious strongmen who came from the new world...
Jiang Cheng didn't think it was a mistake to launch the military restriction order.
But in all honesty...
The timing is wrong!
"What's Aiqing's opinion?" Jiang Heng's eyes brightened.
"Chen..."
Jiang Cheng originally wanted to say what he thought of, but then he thought about it, and most of the things he could think of, Henghuang in front of him had probably already thought about it.
But he still decided to do it.
So, now, what Henghuang needs is not his own advice, but his own support!
Jiang Cheng paused, with a wry smile on his face, stood up from his seat, and bowed long.
"Wish to be driven by His Majesty!"
"good!"
Jiang Heng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, swept away the haze between his brows, and helped Jiangcheng get up himself.
"Crack!"
Another thunderstorm sounded from outside the window, silver snakes danced wildly, and then heavy rain fell.
…
It was a few days later.
The weather has turned fine, but there is still a faint water vapor in the air. When summer comes, the cicadas are singing, which makes people feel hot and irritable.
this day.
Jiang Cheng came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again, to the familiar corner on the second floor.
Turn around.
Sure enough, I saw the girl in a white dress sitting on a chair, looking down at a thick yellowed ancient book in her hand.
Quiet and indifferent.
There is a reassuring force.
"Master!"
Walking to Jiang Zirou's side, bowing down, Jiang Cheng called out in a low voice.
"Sit down... what do you want me for?"
A smile appeared on Jiang Zirou's face, and he stretched out his hand to pull back a few strands of hair that fell on his forehead.
"Is such that… "
Jiang Cheng pondered for a while, and stated to Jiang Zirou the content of the conversation with Jiang Heng that day, as well as the general terms of the military restriction order.
"You shouldn't have told me this..."
Jiang Zirou's expression was calm, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.
"Sorry, but I hope to get some insights from Master." Jiang Cheng was a little flustered, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice.
"I don't care about the affairs of the court. If you come to me now, what can I think?"
Jiang Zirou lowered his head and continued to flip through the ancient book in his hand.
Jiang Cheng was silent.
It was early summer, and Jiang Zirou was dressed in cool clothes. He lowered his head slightly, and he could see the graceful neck like a swan and the delicate white collarbone.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he looked away.
Jiang Cheng couldn't bear it, and asked again: "Hasn't Henghuang told you about the military restriction order before?"
"No." Jiang Zirou shook his head.
"Then what do you think is the probability of success if the military restriction order is really implemented?" Jiang Cheng asked again.
Jiang Zirou raised his head, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes.
"Zero percent."
"Zero percent!?"
Jiang Cheng was terrified, and his expression suddenly changed.
Although he thought that the implementation of the military restriction order would not be too smooth, he did not think that it would definitely fail. Originally, in his estimation, the probability of success of the military restriction order was about 50%...
"Why is that?" He couldn't help asking.
"Great Xia Wulin seems to have no waves, but it is a bottomless cold pool. I have practiced so far, and in this world of origin, I dare not pretend to be number one in the world. This is one of them."
Jiang Zirou closed the book and continued:
"In today's world, the threat does not come from local warriors, but from lurking monsters and enemy countries around them."
"This is the second!"
"Warriors in the palace have not yet become popular, and masters from the new world are constantly coming across the border. There is more than enough heart but not enough strength. This is the third."
"Then what should we do? Are you persuading His Majesty to withdraw the military restriction order?"
Jiang Cheng asked.
"Change the order from day to day, and lose all majesty." Jiang Zirou shook his head and vetoed.
Then, she suggested:
"The implementation of the military restriction order should not be rushed. Divide and conquer. If you can first unite the scattered people in the world and neutralize the martial arts sects, and then gather forces to attack the powerful families, you can try."
Jiang Zirou gave his own suggestion.
"I see… "
Jiang Cheng's eyes gradually lit up, he got up suddenly, and after bowing seriously to Jiang Zirou, he said goodbye and left.
…
Although Jiang Zirou is not very optimistic about this matter.
However, the military restriction order was still carried out in the arena.
now.
Nanzhou, Daocheng, in a tavern.
There was a lot of discussion.
"You all say that the implementation of the military restriction order is a bad thing, but why do I think it's a good thing!" A muscular man in gray clothes, drunk, stood up from his seat and said loudly:
"I went to the government to order a shield a few days ago. Not only did I get a set of boxing skills, but I can also go to the government to receive tasks every month in exchange for resources and food for cultivation!"
"I, Jiu Mazi, was just a smuggler in a gang before, but once the military restriction order comes out, I can walk on the street in a fair manner, and I have become a person!"
"Dog slave!"
A disdainful sneer came from the corner, it was two young masters who were drinking with their heads down.
"Who are you scolding!?"
Jiu Mazi was originally born as a gangster. Now that he was drunk, when he heard this, he immediately flew into a rage, and picked up the long bench under his buttocks to rush up.
"snort!"
One of the sons stood up.
The body shape is not bad at all, and the blood is billowing, like a blazing furnace.
Seeing the hot atmosphere, the people around immediately started fanning the flames and crowding around.
And just at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded from the crowd.
"Hey... all of you, you interrupted my tea, please be quiet, thank you."
…
Some Calvin, continue in the next chapter.