The high cold coming from the far north has not stopped the people of Shengjing City from their enthusiasm and hope for the new year.

The sound of firecrackers continued from New Year's Eve to the early morning of the next day, and a thick layer of red confetti was piled on the ground.

The cold wind picked up and fluttered like red snowflakes, flying all over the sky, but not a single scrap of paper could get close to the three-foot radius of the middle-aged scribe.

Literati who practice Confucianism can gain the awe-inspiring literary spirit into their bodies and possess all kinds of incredible powers.

The scribe who stepped off the carriage was eight feet tall, about forty years old, with a square jaw, clear eyes, sword-shaped eyebrows, and white clothes and black hair that were not tied up. They were flowing in the wind, giving people a feeling of elegance and immortality.

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"Feng Qi, I will stay in Zhenwuhou Mansion for a while. You can pick me up at this time in one month!"

The scribe holds a folding fan, and the sound is ethereal and loud, as if it comes from the sky.

"Feng Qi takes the order!"

The blindfolded man nodded. He lightly jumped onto the carriage, tightened the reins and shouted. The four red horses roared, turned around, and galloped away.

"Thank you Mr. Zuo for coming to the Marquis Mansion in person. If my son Wen's heart had not been hurt by evil people, I would not dare to trouble Mr. Zuo to have to travel and work hard at the beginning of the new year!"

The eldest lady He Loushi came out early, with a smile on her face and a respectful attitude.

Although the middle-aged scribe in front of him is just a white man, he is famous in the literary circles of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is also the Confucian enlightenment teacher of the eldest prince. Together with Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, he is also known as the second master of the East Palace!

"Madam, you're welcome. Brother Jiang is kind to me. Qilinzi is in trouble, and Zuo should help him!" Zuo Shidao slightly cupped his hands, looking humble.

"The Marquis was summoned to the palace by His Majesty early in the morning to discuss the deployment strategy for Beimang. Otherwise, he would have come to greet you!" He Lou said softly.

"The Great Zhou Dynasty wants to start another war? There are constant disputes in the world and the people are suffering. To stop the war with war is not the right choice!"

Zuo Shidao felt pity for heaven and earth, shook his head and sighed. He followed He Lou into the Marquis Mansion. There were already martial arts training servants waiting beside him carrying a sedan.

The two got on the sedan chair, and, surrounded by servants and maids, headed towards Qiluanxuan.

"People from the Confucian Temple!"

Jiang Li stood on the second floor of Lanhong Pavilion and happened to see this scene in his eyes. Although he did not recognize Zuo Shidao, the carriage driven by the blindfolded man had the logo of the Confucian Temple.

Jiang Li has practiced Confucianism since he was a child, so he naturally recognizes it.

"Princess Yunle said that Jiang Xuanlin's literary heart was shattered. It seems to be true. The scribes who just entered the Hou Mansion must have come to suppress Jiang Xuanlin's literary heart!"

Jiang Li's eyes flashed. He had studied hard since he was a child, but he was even deprived of the opportunity to worship the statues of saints in the Confucian Temple.

More than ten years of hard study and hard work have been wasted.

However, Jiang Xuanlin's ambition was weak and his literary spirit was weak. He could not bear the stimulation and destroyed his Confucian future. However, he could invite a great scholar from the Confucian Temple to visit the Marquis Mansion in person to suppress his literary spirit and re-instill his literary spirit.

What a master of Neo-Confucianism, Jiang Shirong, who upholds natural principles and destroys human desires!

Jiang Li held the handle of the knife and walked down to the second floor of Lanhong Pavilion with the knife in hand. From a distance, he saw Jiang Xuanxin walking into the courtyard holding a simple knife.

After half a month of recuperation, Jiang Xuanxin’s injury is almost healed.

With the help of the body-tempering secret medicine Crocodile Jiao Jing Yuan Powder and Baowan, the physical body has improved significantly.

Three days ago, I successfully advanced to the third level of martial arts.

Now he is a Jiao Martial Realm warrior with muscles as strong as a python and bones as strong as iron.

After entering the army, you can directly serve as a small flag and command ten Zhou sergeants.

"Xuanxin, how are you practicing your sword skills?"

Jiang Li sat on the stone steps in front of Lanhong Pavilion, took the lean meat porridge from Chuchu, and blew gently.

The rice grains are white and glutinous, the meat grains are tender and smooth, and the entrance is slightly salty. It turns into a warm current and enters the stomach, making the whole body feel comfortable, as if all the pores in the whole body have been opened.

"Sir, drink slowly, be careful not to burn it!"

Chuchu squatted beside Jiang Li, her eyes sparkling, and she felt as if honey had been added to her heart as she watched her young master drinking porridge.

"Brother Fifteen, I have mastered all the sword techniques "Heng Lie" in the past few days, but the three sword techniques are too profound and I still cannot use them smoothly with my current strength!"

Jiang Xuanxin has a confident smile.

Hearing Jiang Li's question, the young man took out his sword from its sheath, and the cold light flickered, turning into streaks of bright light.

The sword is as sharp as the wind and the action is crisp.

Every move is extremely standard.

Where the blade whines, there is a whining sound.

After performing a set of fierce sword techniques, Jiang Xuanxin stood with the sword in hand. Although his face was slightly red, his breath was smooth and his strength was not diminished.

Compared with his previous state of exhaustion when he mistakenly practiced Taizu Changquan, it was almost a world of difference.

""Henglie" is the introductory sword technique for Sergeant Dazhou. It contains all the basic skills of the sword. You must practice it frequently and don't waste it!"

Jiang Li nodded in approval. In terms of qualifications alone, Jiang Xuanxin was no worse than Jiang Xuanyao, and even slightly better. However, because he was his concubine's son, he had never been taken seriously by Jiang Shirong. He was even secretly plotted by the eldest lady and almost ruined his martial arts foundation.<

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"As for the three movements of the Jue Sword, your physical strength is limited and you cannot exert the full power of the sword technique. In the past two months, you have still focused on tempering your physical body. The martial arts competition will be held within two months. If you can use your physical body before then,

If you have reached the late stage of Jiao Martial Realm, you can also join me to participate!" Jiang Li said again.

"Fifteenth brother wants to join the army in the northern expedition and rely on his military exploits..."

Jiang Xuanxin was slightly startled. He wanted to say something, but when he saw Chuchu next to Jiang Li, he stopped talking.

Not many people in the mansion knew about Jiang Li's entry into Qianjun's uncle's mansion. In addition, the eldest lady strictly ordered it to be kept secret, so Chuchu didn't know about it until now.

Life is not easy for a little girl, so Jiang Li didn't want Chuchu to worry too much about herself, so he deliberately hid it.

"Brother Fifteen, I want to join the army with you and be your right-hand man!"

Jiang Xuanxin has piercing eyes. There are many brothers and sisters who are related to him in the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, but in his heart, he only has one brother, Jiang Li.

With a firm belief in his heart, the young man put away his sword, stretched out his fists, and practiced Taizu Changquan in the courtyard to build up his strength and temper his body.

Jiang Li sat cross-legged in front of the Lanhong Pavilion, using the Lingbao Tianzun's innate energy guidance technique to guide the energy into the body and merge with the acquired energy flowing in the meridians.

Then it was hammered and beaten repeatedly.

The breaths are continuously condensed and compressed, and finally turned into wire-like strands of true energy, returning to the Dantian.

Although he is a Qi and martial artist, he does not want to show his true martial strength.

Jiang Li will participate in the martial arts competition in two months' time as a Qi Meridian practitioner.

The fifth realm of Qi Meridian is the realm of madness. Qi cultivators can burst out the true energy and injure people through the air.

With strong energy, he can rush dozens of steps away and punch through the air, breaking wood and cracking bricks. His combat power is extraordinary.

For the next few days, Jiang Li stayed behind closed doors and devoted himself to practice. Until the early morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the two of them walked out of the small courtyard of Lanhong Pavilion in fancy clothes.

The martial arts examination of the Great Zhou Dynasty consists of two subjects: policy theory and martial arts.

Policy theory examines military strategy, astronomy and geography.

The martial arts subjects compete in strength, martial arts, riding, and shooting.

Jiang Li is a master of both Qi and martial arts. He has the strength of the fourth level. He has great attainments in Taizu Changquan and Henglie sword skills. He can easily pass the strength test and martial arts test.

But I know nothing about horseback riding or archery.
Chapter completed!