Party time is warm and fun, but everyone has something to do, and then they naturally disperse. Ning Ji went home and continued to practice martial arts according to today's insights, and did not monitor the little dog.
The second day is Qixi Festival, which is a time when women pray to the moon and look forward to marriage. For men, the main program is to worship Kuixing and pray for fame. Huaxia Army held a lot of activities on this day, the most lively was probably the preferential reward activities for several designated exam books in the book market.
For example, the price of folding the exquisitely printed collector's book "Principles of Grid Objects" into an ordinary rough print is just as exciting as the quality of the paper. Since the detailed rules of the exam were only issued yesterday, a large number of scholars went to buy this day, causing congestion in various specialty stores. Many scholars and celebrities stayed above the nearby teahouses to recognize people. There was a lot of scolding, and some people shouted that this was a conspiracy of the Huaxia Army, just to split everyone and call for unity.
Most of the people who came forward to buy the book on the bright side were poor men, some of them bowed their heads and fled after buying the book, and some were righteous and didn't care about the accusations of a group of great Confucians. By this afternoon, there were gradually a lot of cases where others came forward to "purchase on behalf of others", but Huaxia Army did not stop it. The limited purchase amount for each person here is two sets, one for personal use and the other for great use. Take it and sell it to others.
The situation of chickens flying and dogs jumping was accompanied by the excitement of the festival. Ning Ji, who was working in the competition venue on this day, heard a lot of discussions outside. There was also a group fight among the scholars on the nearby streets, causing the crowd watching the competition in the stadium and the warriors to go out to watch the excitement. Couldn't kill anyone.
In the next few days, the wind direction in the city is often so restless and chaotic. For Ning Ji, the most profound feeling is probably that the number of contestants in the martial arts tournament has risen sharply, and the number of martial artists with internal family skills and good art industry has gradually increased.
In the outside world, after a month or two of gathering and running-in, the leaders of both literati and martial artists have made their names through this big gathering, and people with the same purpose gradually recognize that their companions are converging together.
In the middle, there are Confucian scholars who want to directly overwhelm the Huaxia Army in their knowledge, and they are the most upright and above-mentioned; some scribes who have intense thoughts in their hearts and become increasingly wary of the Huaxia Army begin to sneak under the water and secretly contact like-minded people; some scribes sway from side to side , the most idle; there are also a very small number of people who have accepted the Huaxia Army's concepts of the four peoples, the examination of things, and the enlightenment, and began to express their opposition to those great Confucian scholars—of course, it is not easy to tell how many of them are spies.
As for warriors, several masters from the inner clan finally began to show their overwhelming strength in the competition field, which made Ningji's enthusiasm for watching the competition increased slightly. It's just that with the news that Huaxia Army will select talents from the competition, the martial artist's desire to perform is stronger, and there are often accidents that interrupt people's hands and feet, which greatly increases his workload.
Sometimes, Huangshan would come over to say hello to him, almost chatting. These bad guys haven't started to work, Ning Ji has already started to hate them.
Work during the day, hang out at night, go to Wen Shoubin's side to listen to all kinds of strange speeches, and then watch the movement of Qu Longjun, who has been locked in the yard all day. After a long time, he found that women are really scary.
Since he came to Chengdu, this song Longjun has been locked up in the yard for more than a month. Seeing the same scenery every day, he doesn't feel bored. During the army training, there are also girls among my childhood friends. They all learned martial arts from Aunt Hongti and Aunt Gua. They are usually the same as boys, and they are vicious. Sometimes they fight in groups without any scruples. Bogey feel a headache. For these girls, they can live and dance in the wild for ten days without food. According to Qu Longjun, if they are locked in the yard for three days, they will probably cry.
Really specializing in art...
When the bad guys were verbally bullying, and when their subordinates didn't act at all, Ning Ji's thinking became more and more divergent. Looking at Qu Longjun, he didn't want to kill like before.
He got off the battlefield and went to meet the family members of many deceased comrades. Then he heard that these enemies were going to make trouble. He was so angry that he pointed at whoever committed the crime and then stabbed him. Who knows that after a month of surveillance, such ambitions have been wiped out by the enemies. Sometimes Qu Longjun was in a daze downstairs, while he was in a daze upstairs, he just thought that these people were really pathetic, angry and pitiful.
In this way, after the hottest dog days—actually it wasn't uncomfortable—Chen Fan, his brother and sister-in-law came to celebrate his birthday on July 13th. In the evening, Aunt Gua and his father, who are busy with daily affairs, also secretly came to encourage him to learn and improve in the future, and to improve every day. This is the clear early autumn when he just turned fourteen years old.
Time is passing by day by day, and the restless Chengdu on the bright side, people can't see too many clues of chaos...
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In the middle of the seventh month, in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, yellow paper and white flags floated in the sky. Occasionally, during the daytime, there were ox-headed and horse-faced paper-tie parades through the streets.
Qu Longjun ordered paper money in the north-facing corner of the yard to pay homage to his father who died in the hands of the Huaxia Army many years ago.
Everywhere in the Chengdu Plain, there are also large and small sacrificial offerings going on. Under the peaceful sunlight, on the north side of Meizhou, in a prison camp near the base of the 1st Division of the Huaxia Fifth Army, Wanyan Qingjue stood in the high fence, watching the scene of the cavalry assembling and setting off not far away.
"What's wrong?"
"Hangou, what happened..."
"Someone came to rescue us?"
This prison camp is not big, and there are many selected high-level prisoners of war in the middle. They already knew that they would be escorted to Chengdu for a prisoner offering ceremony in half a month. This will be one of the most humiliating moments for the Jurchen family in 40 years, but it is beyond imagination.
But at this moment, a group of Jurchen nobles and generals with full war-mindedness saw that the Huaxia Army's expedition this time was unusual.
Of course, looking at the guards around the camp, they will understand that it is impossible to escape, and they can only rely on the clever tricks of the commander or the god of grain to come up with a good way to rescue them...
Looking back at Chengdu, in the afternoon, Xigua had already packed up and brought a team of personal guards, ready to mount and leave Yingbin Road. Ning Yi sent her a paragraph: "This time, take care of yourself."
"I'm leaving, you also take care. I always feel that some people can't hold back." Xigua held her husband's hand, looking slightly embarrassed, "Or, ask Sister Hongti to come over..."
"There are so many people here, and Chen Fan is watching secretly, what are you mother-in-law?" Ning Yi smiled, "You leave, they are more likely to fall in, don't worry, what can a few bastards do? Come on, your man has been through a hundred battles, and anyone who comes will have to die."
"... After all, it is the blood-handed slaughter of the world." Xigua hesitated, but still laughed.
Ning Yi slapped her: "Okay, don't be rude. Just go out of the city with a big fanfare."
The two cherished each other again, and Xigua and his guards rode towards the west gate of Chengdu. Along the way, she could feel the unusual gaze.
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At the same time, the old man Lu Liutong was sitting at the top of a party as the most important guest. In the courtyard, some young martial artists competed with each other, and he gave some pointers to some martial arts seniors next to him.
"In martial arts, the most important thing is this kind of communication. Speaking of which, during the Jianshuo years, the fall of the Central Plains also relatively promoted the spread of Beiquan to the south. You can see the traces of the north and the south in the boxing frame of these two, it is very clear. ... According to the old man, yes, it is a good thing, it means that there is communication, it is very clear, it is a bad thing, that is not enough communication... "
Although he is old, he has a lot of knowledge because of this. During some pointers, everyone nodded and sighed. The two young warriors who received the guidance were even more delighted, and both felt that listening to these martial arts seniors was better than staying at home to practice for ten years.
At the venue of the competition, Lu Liutong's son Lu Xiaolun broke his opponent's leg with a yellow clay hand. The referee declared him the victory, and he was still talking to the opponent, watching the man roll with his broken leg, and sneered: "I told you to jump, I won't jump!"
The young doctor who jumped on the stage to treat the wounded man with the broken leg pushed him away with a cold face and said, "Don't get in the way, you won."
"Hey, his injury can't be cured, don't waste your time, lame!"
"Go away."
The young doctor squatted on the ground and began to skillfully carry out emergency treatment. The corner of Lu Xiaolun's eyes moved. He beats people and fractures all the year round. He is also good at healing. This little doctor is skilled in his techniques. Maybe he can really cure the other party by 70 to 80%. This young doctor may be from the battlefield. The Huaxia Army who got up and down—he immediately disliked the cold face of the Huaxia Army soldiers.
Just like the ungrateful guys at that day's Ba Dao, the eyes are above the top!
After the referee declared victory, he got off the ring, walked over to the wounded and the little doctor who were giving first aid on the spot, stood beside him and said, "Children, have you been on the battlefield?"
The little doctor's face was stained with blood, and his eyes were focused, ignoring him. Lu Xiaolun walked to the side, casually under his feet, and wanted to silently twist the man's broken leg again.
The foot was lifted up at will, and with a snap, the little doctor's hand came over and pressed on his thigh for some reason, with little strength, but he pressed his leg back in the early stage before he exerted any force. . In an instant, the hair on Lu Xiaolun's back stood up, and the little doctor squatting on the ground looked up like a cold poisonous snake: "What are you doing? Walk better."
As he said that, he let go. At that moment, Sen Han was like an illusion faded away, and Lu Xiaolun walked out of the field.
There was a faint cold sweat behind him.
Lu Xiaolun is now in his early fifties. When he was young, he liked to have fun and make friends. Although he traveled around, the occasional friendship really broadened his horizons. Now he is considered a good martial artist in the green forest. But at that moment, he couldn't even tell whether the little military doctor was blocking him because of his intuition or because of his martial arts.
He just vaguely felt that if the other party had martial arts skills and had any sharp weapon in his hand, then his thigh bloodline would have been slashed. Such a crucial point, I was pressed casually by someone, but I couldn't react. It was because the other party was highly skilled in martial arts, or I was careless...
Considering the age of the other party, he thinks the biggest possibility is that he is careless.
The sun in the early autumn evening shone on the streets of Chengdu. After meeting with a junior and junior fellow who followed him, he walked towards the place where his father attended the party not far away. On the way, he kept thinking about the little military doctor. After walking a few streets like this, on a street with not many pedestrians, the junior brother next to him suddenly pulled him. Lu Xiaolun looked up and looked forward, a tall man wearing a gray-white turban was coming towards them, his eyes were not kind.
This man is burly, half a head taller than Lu Xiaolun, with thick knuckles on both hands, calluses on his fists and knuckles, and he is obviously a Green Forest man with a good art career. Lu Xiaolun doesn't care about the other person's body shape. He has learned to break bones all his life, and he is not afraid of hard skills. However, some of the sharp weapons with quick movements can pose a threat to him. Looking at each other at the moment, he cupped his hands.
"Who is Your Excellency?"
The man walked evenly, shook his fists, and was still coming over: "Lu Xiaolun, the descendant of the old man Liutong, has been talking about the flaws of the tyrant sword in the city recently. Let me try your martial arts. Let me help you."
Recently, Lu Xiaolun and his father participated in various grand events, and he also paid attention to the masters who poured into Chengdu to participate in the competition during this period, but he did not have any impression of the person in front of him. The other party's attitude was calm, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the front, with his hands open, leaning on that figure, he really had the momentum of swallowing the sky and eating the earth. Lu Xiaolun rushed forward.
The arms of the two smashed each other hard twice in the air. Lu Xiaolun only felt the pain in his arms. He closed his arms and took the other's left arm with eagle claws. If he caught it, he would break it. Howling!
The punch came up along the left rib, and Lu Xiaolun's head rang. He only felt that his internal organs were shaking, and he was about to spit out the meal overnight. The surging pain spread to his head, and the next moment, his eagle claws could no longer catch it. The opponent's arm, the opponent took a step back, punched him in the face, then grabbed him and took a step, and spun and flew out.
Lu Xiaolun's body rolled out seven or eight feet on the road, and the loess flew up all over the ground. The junior brother who was standing next to him was about to rush forward, and the big man slammed his fist with a big fist, knocking the opponent to the ground and fainting.
Lu Xiaolun spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground and tried to get up, but due to the constant tumbling in his stomach, he struggled unsuccessfully. The big man still didn't kill his hand. Looking at the pair of senior brothers on the road at this time, he finally shook his head: "Alas, it's making a name for yourself again..."
"You are, you... are..."
Lu Xiaolun resisted the feeling that he was going to vomit all the time, and spoke with difficulty. After 30 years in the green forest, he knew that he could be beaten, but he had to know the identity of the person who beat him. It should be a dazzling record. The man in front of him was so strong, how could he be so silent.
Under the setting sun, the man did not answer, and disappeared on the other side of the road in a blink of an eye.
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The figure who beat Lu Xiaolun walked through several streets and came to the outside of the competition venue, just as today's competition began to end. He found a bamboo hat and put it on, quietly watching the resumes and deeds of the "masters" in front of the roadside billboards, estimating their martial arts skills, and hoping to see some clues about the strength of the Huaxia Army. , or, I hope to find out how strong the inner demon's martial arts is.
Over the past few days, he has also cautiously searched for possible trustworthy companions several times. He thought that the Lu family, who had been trumpeted as the leader of the Green Forest and seemed to have some festivals with the Ba Dao, could be so powerful. Who knows how to do it. Another rat.
Looking at the crowd coming out of the competition venue, his eyes were a little complicated. He practiced boxing all his life and loved martial arts. If possible, he originally wanted to join such a master battle to explore the realities of the world's martial artists.
But it doesn't matter.
This time, it was Zuo Xiang Tieyan who personally came to visit and begged him to come out.
A scholar dies for a confidant.
Some small pleasures had to be put down.
Wang Xiangfo thought so in his heart.
After looking at it for a while, he walked forward and left the street. On the side of the road, the little doctor who bought a pig's head and carried it on his way home and passed him by.
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The sun was sinking into the horizon, and people were gathering in private.
"... If you don't do it again, the Huaxia Army has finished dealing with the surrounding affairs and will enter the city."
"...Meeting today is for this matter."
"... This afternoon, Liu Xigua took people out of the city."
"...she's going on an urgent matter."
"... After the Battle of Southwest China, the Huaxia Army captured nearly 40,000 Jin soldiers and surrendered to the Han Army, with a total of 100,000..."
"... The placement and incorporation of these people, the handling of the entire Sichuan Four Roads, and various aftermaths have exhausted the strength of the Huaxia Fifth Army..."
"... They are going to pull out their hands, and in early August, they will hold a military parade to offer prisoners... "
"...to use military force."
"... scolding is useless... "
"... The Huaxia Army needs time to deal with things. Our people don't come quickly. Now there is a lot of noise outside. Now it seems that if they don't do it for a while, these scholars will have internal strife..."
"... want to do things, only this time... "
"...Fortunately, the old bull next to them, something happened..."
"... The Ba Dao surnamed Liu came forward to quell the situation. The 1st Division of the Huaxia Fifth Army heard that it also received the order and was dispatched urgently. As a result, their strength will be tight for a few days..."
"... Zhongyuan Festival, open the gate of hell. It's just a few days... What do you guys think?"
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Time was silent for a long time, and someone knocked their fingers off.
boom.
"… Surely, I will respond to every call."
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In the yard, Ning Ji, who came back a little late, lit up the yellow paper, placed the pig's head and meat in front of him, and paid homage to the three or two people in his memory. Autumn nights are even more pleasant. He is not yet old enough to truly understand the meaning of the memorial service.
The summer was over, and I was a year older. The atmosphere outside was peaceful, completely different from the atmosphere before the Jurchens came. There may be no more fighting and killing next time.
… disappointment.