Chapter 986: Early Autumn, Prelude to the Song of the Wind (Part 1)
The time at the party was warm and interesting, but everyone had something to do, and they dispersed naturally afterwards. Ning Ji returned home and continued to practice martial arts based on today's insights, and did not monitor the little bitch.
The second day is the Chinese Valentine's Day, a time when women beg the moon for luck and hope for marriage. For men, the main program is to worship Kuixing and pray for fame. The Huaxia Army held many activities on this day, which was the most lively.
This is probably a discount promotion on several designated exam books in the book market.
For example, the price of folding a beautifully printed collector's edition of "Principles of Investigation" into an ordinary rough print, and the quality of the paper alone is very exciting. Since the detailed rules for the exam were only issued yesterday, a large number of scholars went to buy it on this day.
, caused congestion in various specialty stores. All the scholars and celebrities stayed at the nearby teahouse to recognize each other, and cursed bitterly. Some people shouted that this was a conspiracy of the Chinese army, just to divide everyone.
, calling for unity.
Most of the people who openly came forward to buy books were scholars from poor families. Some bought the books and ran away with their heads down, while others were confident and did not care about the accusations of a group of great scholars. By the afternoon of this day, many people gradually appeared and asked others to come forward to "buy on behalf of others."
The Huaxia Army did not stop the situation. The purchase limit for each person here is two sets, one set for personal use, and the other set can be secretly sold to others.
The excitement of the festival accompanies the excitement of the festival. Ning Ji, who was working in the martial arts competition venue on this day, heard the numerous comments from outside. There were also fights among scholars on the nearby streets, causing the crowd to watch inside the venue.
The contestants and warriors all ran out to watch the excitement. When they came back, they sighed and said that the scene was a mess. It was a pity that the Chinese army arrived too early and could not kill anyone.
In the next few days, the wind direction in the city will often be so restless and chaotic. For Ning Ji, the most profound thing is probably the fact that the number of contestants in the tournament has increased significantly.
There are gradually more and more warriors with good skills and skills.
In the outside world, after a month or two of gathering and running in, the leaders of both literati and warriors have made their names through this big gathering. People with the same purpose gradually recognized their companions and gathered together.
In the meantime, there were Confucian scholars who wanted to directly overwhelm the Huaxia Army in knowledge, and they were the most upright in public appearances; some scribes who had strong thoughts in their hearts and became increasingly wary of the Huaxia Army began to sneak under the water and secretly contact like-minded people; some scribes wavered left and right.
, the most idle; there are also a very small number of people who have accepted the Huaxia Army's concepts of the Four People, Observation of Things, Enlightenment, etc., and have begun to oppose those great Confucians - of course, it is not easy to say clearly how many of them are spies.
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In terms of martial arts, several internal masters finally began to show overwhelming strength on the martial arts field, which made Ning Ji slightly more enthusiastic about watching the martial arts competition. However, as the news came out that the Chinese army would select talents for the martial arts competition,
The warrior's desire for expression is even stronger, and accidents often occur that break people's hands and feet, greatly increasing his workload.
Sometimes Nahuang Shan would come over to say hello and chat with him. Ning Ji had already begun to hate these bad guys before they even started doing business.
He worked during the day and wandered around at night, going to Wen Shou Bin to listen to all kinds of weird remarks, and then watching the movements of Qu Longjun, who was locked in the yard all day. As time went by, he found that women are really scary.
Since arriving in Chengdu, Qu Longjun has been locked up in the yard for more than a month. He sees the same scenery every day and does not feel bored at all - Ning Ji has been running around in the mountains since he was a child, learning martial arts from masters.
Watching the military training, I saw that among my childhood friends, there were also girls who had learned martial arts from Aunt Hongti and Aunt Gua. They were always just like boys, and their attacks were vicious. Sometimes they would fight in groups without any scruples.
Ning Ji felt like he had a headache. For these girls, they could still be alive and kicking even if they were left in the wild for ten days without food. According to Qu Longjun, who was locked up in the yard for three days, he would probably cry for father and mother.
He is really specialized in the art...
When the bad guys were talking nonsense and their men didn't take any action, Ning Ji's thoughts became more and more divergent. Looking at Qu Longjun, he didn't want to kill him every day like before.
After he came down from the battlefield, he went to see the families of many deceased comrades in arms. Then he heard that these enemies were coming to cause trouble. He was holding back his anger and pointed at whoever had offended him before he raised the knife with his sword.
Who would have known that after a month of surveillance, all these ambitions would be wasted by the enemies. Sometimes Qu Longjun would be in a daze downstairs, and he would be in a daze upstairs, feeling that these people were really pathetic, annoying and pitiable.
After spending the hottest - and actually not uncomfortable - summer days in this way, on July 13th, Chen Fan, his brother, sister-in-law and others all came over to celebrate his birthday. In the evening, Aunt Gua and his father, who were busy with their busy schedules, also secretly
I came here to encourage him to improve his studies and make progress every day. This was the clear early autumn when he had just turned fourteen.
Time passes day by day, and Chengdu is agitated on the surface, making it difficult for people to see many clues of the chaos...
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In the middle of July, during the Chinese New Year, yellow paper and white flags float in the sky. During the day, occasionally, paper banners with cow heads and horse faces are paraded through the streets.
Qu Longjun counted paper money in the north corner of the yard to pay homage to his father who died at the hands of the Chinese army many years ago.
Memorials of various sizes are also being carried out in various places on the Chengdu Plain. Under the peaceful sunshine, in a prisoner camp near the station of the First Division of the Fifth Chinese Army on the north side of Meizhou, Wanyan Qingjue stood on a high fence.
Inside, I watched the scene of the cavalry gathering and setting off not far away.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened to Han Gou..."
"Is someone coming to save us?"
This prisoner camp is not big, and there are many selected high-level prisoners of war in custody. They already know that they will be taken to Chengdu in half a month to participate in the prisoner dedication ceremony. This will be the most humiliating Jurchen clan in the past forty years.
One of those moments, but it is also beyond imagination.
However, at this moment, a group of Jurchen nobles and generals with sufficient war-mindedness saw that the Chinese army's expedition was unusual. They thought they encountered some unexpected situation, and everyone's thoughts couldn't help but come to life.
Of course, looking at the guards around the camp, they knew that it was impossible to escape. They could only hope that the commander or the god of grain would come up with some good ideas and come to rescue them...
Looking back to Chengdu, in the afternoon, Xigua had packed up her luggage and led a team of guards, preparing to mount their horses and leave Yingbin Road. Ning Yi gave her a message: "Please take care when you go there this time."
"I'm leaving, so take care of yourself. I always feel that some people can't hold it anymore." Xigua held her husband's hand, looking slightly embarrassed, "Otherwise, call Sister Hongti over..."
"There are so many people here, and Chen Fan is watching secretly. What the hell is a mother-in-law?" Ning Yi smiled, "If you leave, it will be easier for them to fall in. Don't worry, what can a few gangsters do?
Come, your man has experienced many battles, and anyone who comes will die."
"...After all, he is the world-famous bloody massacrer." Xigua hesitated for a moment, then laughed.
Ning Yi slapped her: "Okay, don't talk nonsense. Just leave the city in a big way."
The two cherished each other again, and Xigua rode with his bodyguard toward the west gate of Chengdu. Along the way, she could feel the unusual gazes on her.
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At the same time, old man Lu Liutong was sitting at a party as the most important guest. In the courtyard, some young martial artists were competing with each other, and he gave some pointers to some martial arts seniors next to him.
"The most important thing about martial arts is this kind of exchange. Speaking of which, during the Jianshuo period, the fall of the Central Plains also promoted the spread of Northern Boxing to the South. You can see the traces of the North and the South in the boxing styles of these two.
...According to me, yes, it is a good thing, it means there is communication. It is clear, but it is a bad thing, it means there is not enough communication..."
Although he was old, he had considerable knowledge. During the instruction, everyone nodded in admiration. The two young martial artists who received the instruction were even more delighted. They both felt that listening to the words of these martial arts seniors was better than practicing at home for ten years.
At the venue of the martial arts competition, Lu Liutong's son Lu Xiaolun broke one of his opponent's legs with his yellow clay hand. The referee declared him the winner. He was still talking to the opponent, watching the man holding the broken leg and rolling around, and sneered: "Scream.
You can’t dance anymore!”
The young doctor who jumped on the stage to treat the injured person with a broken leg pushed him away, with a cold face and a very unhappy look on his face: "Stop blocking me, you win."
"Hey, his injury can't be cured, so don't waste time, he's lame!"
"Go away."
The young doctor squatted on the ground and began to perform emergency treatment skillfully. Lu Xiaolun's eyes moved. He had broken bones all the time, and he was also good at healing. This young doctor seemed to be very skillful in his skills. He might actually be able to cure the patient.
Eighty percent of the time, these young doctors might be the Chinese soldiers who came off the battlefield - he immediately disliked the cold faces of the Chinese soldiers.
Just like those ungrateful guys from Riba Dao, their eyes are higher than their heads!
After the referee announced the victory, he got off the ring, walked towards the wounded and young doctors who were providing first aid on the spot, stood beside him and said, "Kid, have you ever been on the battlefield?"
The little doctor had some blood on his face, but his eyes were focused and he ignored him. Lu Xiaolun then walked over and used a random area under his feet to bend the man's broken leg again without any sound.
He raised his foot casually, and with a snap, the little doctor's hand came over and pressed it on his thigh for some unknown reason. The force was not strong, but he pressed his legs and feet 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 spoke, he let go. The cold feeling at that moment faded away like an illusion, and Lu Xiaolun walked out of the field.
Cold sweat broke out from behind.
Lu Xiaolun is now in his early fifties. When he was young, he loved to have fun and socialize. Although he traveled around, the occasional friendships really broadened his horizons. Now he is considered to be a good martial artist in the green forest. But at that moment, he
It was even impossible to tell whether the little military doctor blocked him because of intuition or martial arts.
He just vaguely felt that if the opponent had martial arts and had any sharp weapon in his hand, the blood veins in his thigh would have been cut open with just that one blow. Such a vital part was pressed casually, but he was unable to react.
Is it because the other party is highly skilled in martial arts, or because I am careless...
Considering the other party's age, he thought that the most likely possibility was that he was careless.
The early autumn evening light shone on the streets of Chengdu. After meeting a junior brother who was following 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. He walked like this for several days.
On a street with not many pedestrians, the junior brother next to him suddenly pulled him. Lu Xiaolun raised his head and looked forward. A tall man wearing a gray and white turban was coming towards them, his eyes looking at
Not kind.
This man is burly, half a head taller than Lu Xiaolun. His hands have thick joints, and his fists and knuckles are full of calluses. He is obviously a Green Forester with good skills. Lu Xiaolun doesn't care about the other person's size. He has learned all his life.
He was not afraid of hard skills in terms of breaking bones, but some quick movements and sharp weapon skills could pose a threat to him. He looked at the opponent at the moment and cupped his hands.
"Who are you?"
The man walked evenly, shook his fists, and came over: "Lu Xiaolun, the descendant of Old Man Liutong, has been talking about the flaws of Ba Dao 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 also paid attention to the masters who flocked to Chengdu to participate in martial arts competitions during this period, but they had no impression of the person in front of him. The other person's attitude was calm, and he stood in front of him in the blink of an eye, with his hands spread out.
Kai, with that figure, he actually had the aura to swallow up the heaven and the earth. Lu Xiaolun rushed forward.
The two people's arms hit each other hard in the air twice. Lu Xiaolun only felt pain in his arm. He closed his arms and used the skill of an eagle's claw to grab the opponent's left arm. He grabbed it and tried to twist it off. The wind blew from his side.
Howl!
This punch came up along the left side of the ribs. There was a sound in Lu Xiaolun's mind. He felt that his internal organs were churning, and he was about to vomit out the last night's meal. The surging pain spread to his head. The next moment, his eagle claws could no longer grasp it.
The opponent took a step back, punched him in the face, then grabbed him and took a step forward, spinning him and throwing him away.
Lu Xiaolun's body rolled out seven to eight feet on the road, and loess flew up all over the ground. The junior brother who was standing next to him rushed forward, and the big man punched him with a jealous fist, knocking him to the ground and fainting.
past.
Lu Xiaolun spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground and tried to get up, but struggled and failed due to the turbulence in his stomach. The big man had not yet killed him. At this time, he looked at the pair of brothers on the road and finally shook his head:
"Oh, it's just fishing for fame and reputation again..."
"You are, you...are..."
Lu Xiaolun resisted the feeling of vomiting and spoke with difficulty. After living in the green forest for thirty years, he knew that he could be beaten, but he had to know the identity of the person who beat him. For example, he was beaten by Zhou Tong and Lin Zongwu.
Being beaten, being beaten by the inner demon, and not dying after being beaten should be a glorious achievement. The man in front of me is so skilled, how can he remain unknown?
Under the setting sun, the man didn't answer and disappeared across the road in the blink of an eye.
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The figure who beat Lu Xiaolun walked through several streets and arrived outside the competition venue just as today's competition was beginning to end. He found a bamboo hat and put it on, and quietly looked at each person in front of the roadside billboard.
The resumes and deeds of "masters" were used to estimate their martial arts, and they also hoped to see some clues about the strength of the Chinese army, or to find out how powerful the inner demon's martial arts were.
Over the past few days, he has also been carefully looking for companions who might be trustworthy. He thought that the Lu family, who had been praised as the leader of the green forest, and seemed to have some issues with Ba Dao, could be so powerful. Who knew how powerful he could be after a few actions?
Another rat.
Looking at the crowd coming out of the martial arts competition venue, his eyes were a little complicated. He had practiced boxing all his life and loved martial arts. If possible, he originally wanted to join such a competition among masters and explore the world's warriors.
Virtual reality.
But that's okay.
This time, Zuo Xiang Tieyan came to visit him personally and begged him to come out.
A scholar dies for a confidant.
Some small pleasures had to be given up.
This is what Wang Xiangfo thought in his heart.
After watching like this for a while, he walked forward and left the street. On the side of the road, a young doctor who bought a piece of pork head meat walked home and passed by him.
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As the sun sank below the horizon, some people gathered in private.
"...If we don't take action, the Chinese army will finish handling the surrounding matters and enter the city."
"...We met today just for this matter."
"...This afternoon, Liu Xigua led people out of the city."
"...She has to deal with an urgent matter."
"...After the Battle of Southwest, the Huaxia Army captured nearly 40,000 Jin soldiers, and the Han army surrendered zero to hundreds of thousands..."
"...the placement and recruitment of these people, the control of the entire Fourth Sichuan Road, and various aftermaths have exhausted the strength of the Chinese Fifth Army..."
"...They are preparing to take action and hold a military parade in early August to present prisoners..."
“…and resorted to military violence.”
"...It's useless to scold..."
"...It takes time for the Chinese Army to deal with things. Our people are not coming fast. There is a lot of noise outside now. It seems that if we don't take action in a while, these scholars will start fighting among themselves..."
"...If you want to do something, you only have this little time..."
"...Fortunately, something happened to the old Niu Tou next to them..."
"...Ba Dao named Liu came forward to calm the situation. I heard that the First Division of the Fifth Chinese Army also accepted the order and dispatched urgently. As a result, their military strength will be tight for several days..."
"... During the Ghost Festival, the gate to hell will be opened. It's just a few days away... What do you think?"
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There was silence for a long time, and someone tapped his finger.
boom.
"...I will definitely be able to respond to a hundred calls."
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In the yard, Ning Ji, who came back a little late, lit yellow paper, placed the pig head meat in front of him, and paid homage to the three or two people in his memory. The autumn night was even more pleasant, and he had not yet truly understood the meaning of the memorial.
After talking for a while, I ate rice and finished the pork head.
Summer is over, and I am one year older. There is peace outside, which is completely different from the atmosphere before the Jurchens came. There may not be any fighting or killing in the future.