Thinking of this, Jia Chen immediately rummaged through the cabinets in the house, looking for any martial arts secrets.

Unexpectedly, he actually found a sword score of "The Seven-Star Sword of Wudang" from under the bed.

In addition to being surprised, Jia Chen hurriedly opened the reading.

There are 47 styles in this set of sword techniques.

The following are: the immortals guide the way, the flowers hidden in the leaves, the mountain climbing to chase the snake, the tiger hugged the head, the golden rooster stands alone, and the phoenix nods...

After each statement, there are detailed illustrations and texts.

On the last page of the sword score, there is another summary:

The movements of the Wudang Seven-Star Sword are mainly about splitting swords, flipping swords, cloud swords, sweeping swords, pointing swords, and leading swords. They combine the characteristics of Tai Chi swords, Xuanmen swords, and Eight Immortals swords. They pay attention to the swords walking with their own minds, leading the swords with their minds, and the speed is aligned with both hardness and softness.

The Seven-Star Sword's movements are lively and vivid, coherent and swift, and has a long meaning, fully reflecting the hardness and softness of the Liangyi and the flowing water of Tai Chi. It has certain requirements for body skills, footwork, luck and breathing, and belongs to the best sword technique of Wudang.

Jia Chen's eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, this set of swordsmanship was a top swordsmanship.

Does that mean that once you have mastered this set of swordsmanship, you can become a master of swords?

Jia Chen's eyes flashed and he was surprised.

Close the sword book, Jia Chen took out the accumulated money and went to the blacksmith shop to buy a sharp long sword.

This sword is made of fine steel, and the sheathed sword weighs a total of 28 kilograms.

Jia Chen was just a nine-year-old child. He thought he could not carry the sword and could only carry it home.

But unexpectedly, he picked up the sword with one hand, and it was effortless at all, as easy as picking up a feather duster!

The blacksmiths were stunned and shocked when they saw the nine-year-old child picking up a long sword in one hand, and even forgot about the work in their hands.

The owner of the blacksmith shop was also shocked and exclaimed:

"Why is this little baby so strong? Could it be that the reincarnation of King Chu?"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Jia Chen walked out of the blacksmith shop with his long sword in his left hand and walked home like an enclave.

This sword is three feet long, and Jia Chen is less than one meter four in height. If the sword is standing up, it will not be much shorter than him, which makes Jia Chen's appearance of holding the sword a little funny and cute.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves from far to near.

Jia Chen looked in the voice and saw more than a dozen yellow horses sitting upright, with more than a dozen young men wearing strong suits and carrying bows and arrows.

He was surrounded by a middle-aged man, and the other dozen were dressed as the generals of his entourage.

The middle-aged man has a strong figure, a straight nose and square mouth, a bright and bright look, and is powerful without anger. He holds the reins in one hand and presses the knife in the other hand, exuding a powerful aura of looking forward to his mightyness.

When passing by Jia Chen, the middle-aged man exclaimed:

"Whose child is this who can carry a long sword in one hand?"

As he said that, he suddenly tied the reins, turned over and got off the horse, led the horse to Jia Chen, and asked with a smile:

"Boy, who is your last name? Where is your home? How old is this year?"

Jia Chen bowed and said:

"My younger generation's surname is Jia, his name is Chen, and he lives in Ningrong Back Street. He is nine years old this year."

The middle-aged man saw that he was only one meter tall and had a childish face, and bowed his hands like a little adult. He was quite as steady as a young man, and he suddenly felt interesting. He couldn't help but look up at him and smiled:

"It turns out that I am a descendant of the Jia family. I am the Shenwu General Feng Tang, and I am a family friend of the Jia family."

Jia Chen bowed and bowed again: "It turned out that it was Feng Shibo, the famous general of the world, and his nephew was polite!"

Feng Tang smiled and said:

"The nephew is not only strong, but also has a comprehensive and appropriate speech. He is worthy of being the descendant of the second Duke of Ning Rong, and there is a successor to the Jia family!"

Jia Chen said modestly: "Feng Shibo is over-reputable."

Feng Tang waved his hand and said with a smile:

"You don't have to be too humble! Although I have been distracted from the battle formation for a long time, you can see at a glance that your sword weighs at least twenty pounds. You are a nine-year-old baby who can actually pick it up with one hand, and it is easy and easy. It is really a natural divine power that opens my eyes.

I have also seen many generals who are about the same age as you, but I have never seen anyone who is stronger than you. My son Feng Ziying is about the same age as you. He is born with brute force, but he can only lift the sword with both hands. It is far inferior to you."

Jia Chen smiled and said:

"I have been honored to be so proud of Uncle Feng. I have long heard that the son is a civil and military talent. If he has the fate to meet him in the future, he is very willing to become close friends with him."

Feng Tang laughed happily and said:

"Okay, if my son can make friends with a young talent like you, it will be his blessing. The more I look at you, the more I like you, the little doll.

From now on, you can visit our house at any time without having to pay a visit. You just need to tell the door directly that you are my nephew."

Jia Chen bowed and said, "Thank you, Bo Feng!"

Feng Tang originally wanted Jia Chen to draw his sword and play for a few times, but he probably didn't know how to sword skills at all. Even if he drew out the sword and danced a few times, he would just chop and stab him randomly, so he didn't let Jia Chen dance his sword.

However, Feng Tang didn't know that Jia Chen actually had a Wudang sword technique - "Wudang Seven-Star Sword".

When Feng Tang praised Jia Chen, his subordinates could not hide their envy when they looked at Jia Chen.

Feng Tang has always been strict in his military administration and rarely praises his soldiers. But today, he praises this little baby, which is really envious.

Feng Tang chatted with Jia Chen for a few more words, then turned over and said goodbye and left.

Looking at the dozens of cavalry leaving, Jia Chen felt a little happy. If he joins the army in the future, General Shenwu Feng Tang would have a good connection and backer.

But now, the most important thing is to get fame and fortune.

First of all, you have to take the county exam. Once you pass the county exam, you will become a child. But then you have passed the first level. You will also need to go through the government exam, the college exam, the provincial exam, the imperial examination and the palace exam before you can get the title on the list.

When he got home, he put his sword in his hand, and Jia Chen rushed to Jiafu School with his writing bag on his back.

The teacher in the school is Jia Dairu, and the students all call him the great master.

Jia Dairu studied for most of his life before passing the county examination. Now he is in his sixties and is still just an old boy.

Although he was mediocre in his knowledge, he was the only serious scholar in Ning Rong's two mansions, except Jia Jing and Jia Zheng.

The Jia family asked him to be responsible for the opening of children in Jiafu School and teach and solve doubts.

Today, as usual, Jia Dairu recited the Analects of Confucius according to his script and ordered:

"You memorize this passage, I will conduct random checks tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

He had no hope of teaching a few seeds of study. How many of these descendants of the Jia family were playing and playing around all day long?

"Master, please stay!" Jia Chen suddenly stood up and tried to keep him.

Upon hearing this, Jia Dairu stopped in surprise.

The Jia students around him also looked at Jia Chen, curious about why this dull maniac who doesn't like to talk suddenly went crazy?

......

At the same time, on the Grand Canal of Beijing and Hangzhou, a ship was heading north along the Hebei region.

In the cabin, a delicate girl was sitting, stretching out her delicate hand and lifting the bamboo curtain on the porthole and looking out.

She was combed in a lily-divided bun, and several bangs with her eyebrows hanging down on her forehead.

A breeze blew through the reeds and reeds, blowing towards her, waving her beautiful eyelashes as beautiful as butterflies.

She subconsciously narrowed her eyes slightly with affectionate eyes that seemed happy but not happy, and frowned with two delicate smoky eyebrows.

Although he is only six years old, he has already shown a beautiful and elegant face.

There was a sad and sad sound between the vast sky and water.

Lin Daiyu's eyes slowly moved up, and she saw a row of geese sometimes lined up in the character "man" and sometimes lined up in the character "zhi", flapping their wings through the surging sea of ​​clouds and flying northward.

The geese return north and the people look south.

Lin Daiyu felt lost, and a strong sense of homesickness surged in her heart, and she murmured softly:

"I still pity the water in my hometown, and I send my boats thousands of miles away. After I go to the passers-by, I don't know when I will be able to return to my hometown and reunite with my father?"

As she said that, her eyes turned red and a mist appeared in her eyes.

Xueyan, the maid next to her, comforted her:

"Girl, don't be sad. Although we are far away from our hometown and wander in Shenjing, the old lady of Rongfu is your grandmother, and she will not treat you badly."
Chapter completed!