Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 16 A Liangzhou Poem, Full of Shengjing on a Moonlit Night
"Cross step forward and backward punching, elbow crossing, overlord watching the formation and beating the temples, grinding the waist and beating the ribs, Kuixing kicking!"

In the lobby, Jiang Li's movements became faster and faster, his movements were continuous up and down, his punches were like snakes on a mountain, and the loop of hitting the tail and hitting the head was endless.

"Shake the universe and bend the back, step up and lean on the body!"

Jiang Li shouted loudly, his body was moving, and his movement was like a boa constrictor walking and rolling, which was amazing.

"Is this young man a child of Zhenwuhou Mansion?"

"Strange, Marquis Zhenwu is number one in martial arts in the world, how can there be a disciple with such a shallow foundation in martial arts in the mansion?"

"However, he has a very high understanding. I have been in the army for 40 years, and I have seen young heroes like crucian carp in the river, but no one has ever had such an enlightenment. The practice of a stick of incense is enough to compare with ordinary people for three to five months. Already!"

"It's a pity that he has passed the best age for martial arts, otherwise, within 20 years, I will have another young martial artist!"

The old soldiers gradually stopped moving, watching Jiang Li's practice in amazement.

The young man has a unique bone structure and a high level of enlightenment that is rare in the world. He not only fully grasps the essence and essence of Taizu's Changquan, but also integrates their respective boxing artistic conceptions.

Any powerful family that produces such a disciple will do everything possible to cultivate it, and treat it like a treasure in the prosperous age.

How could the Marquis of Zhenwu's mansion let it go, and even went out with only a maidservant who didn't know martial arts to follow.

"Jiang Li, thank you seniors for teaching me martial arts!"

After burning incense, Jiang Li closed his fists out of breath. Although his physical energy was exhausted and his whole body seemed to be soaked in water, he still straightened his clothes and thanked the old soldiers sincerely.

He was born in Zhenwuhou Mansion, and his father was the No. 1 martial artist in the world, but it was in this little-known tavern that he received martial arts inheritance for the first time.

"Young man, you don't have to be polite. Taizu Changquan is not a high-level martial art. Everyone in the army practiced it, and there are countless people with profound attainments!" The old soldier in a brocade robe waved his hand.

"On the contrary, we should thank you for letting us see new hope. If I am a descendant of the great Zhou family, everyone can be like you, so why worry about the world being injustice!"

The burly old soldier laughed happily. He took a jar of wine from the nearby table and drank it like a cow, very happy.

"Brother Jiang, your martial arts foundation is still shallow, and Taizu's Changquan punched three times in a row, which is beyond the range of your physical body. Come, drink!"

The one-armed old soldier took a wine gourd from his waist and threw it to Jiang Li.

"What kind of wine is this?"

Jiang Li opened the cork, and the rich aroma of the wine came out, as if it contained pure medicinal properties. Before he drank it, he felt slightly refreshed.

He held the wine gourd, took a few sips, a warm current circulated in his body, his whole body was warm, and his exhausted strength began to recover rapidly.

This should be a very precious medicinal wine, which combines many rare and precious medicinal materials and is brewed in a special way.

Zhenwuhou Mansion also has this kind of medicinal wine. It is said that there are several varieties, with different effects and grades.

All Jiang Shirong's heirs, distant blood relatives, and even close relatives of several wives and concubines are eligible to obtain it every month.

But Jiang Li had never seen it with his own eyes before today.

"You were born in Zhenwuhou's mansion, and you have never drunk medicinal wine? Who are you, Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong?"

The old soldiers were a little surprised, the Great Zhou was a martial artist, and even if the sons of powerful clans did not join the army and only studied Confucianism, the family would let them practice martial arts and boxing to keep fit. How could it be possible that some people have never even seen medicinal wine.

"Jiang Shirong is the biological father of this junior!"

Jiang Li replied directly, without evasiveness or concealment, he tightly covered the wine gourd, and returned it with both hands: "Thank you, senior, for giving me the wine!"

"It's just a gourd of medicinal wine. The pores of your whole body haven't tightened yet. Drink more to get rid of the cold air!"

The one-armed old man laughed, and directly gave the medicinal wine to Jiang Li, but secretly regretted it in his heart.

The other veterans didn't say much anymore, Hou's family is deep, and there are secrets and grievances that cannot be known to outsiders.

But they admired this well-mannered and well-mannered young man.

"Thank you senior, but the junior is so disrespectful!"

Jiang Li readily accepted the medicinal wine, all the veterans are bold and unruly people, if he refused to accept it, it would be a bit awkward.

"Little brother, if you don't dislike it, it's good to sit at the same table. We old guys, half buried in the loess, look at each other disgustingly. If you join, it will make you more angry!" Jinyi old soldier invited.

"The younger generation can't ask for it!"

Jiang Li gladly accepted the invitation, not to mention that the old soldiers had a love for him to pass on martial arts and wine to him. Jiang Li was imprisoned in the deep courtyard of the Hou Mansion since he was a child, and he knew little about the outside world.

The old soldiers have been in the army for a lifetime, and they have seen a lot. Jiang Li can also learn more about this familiar and strange world through them.

Everyone sat around, drinking and eating meat, talking freely about everything in the world and the past.

Jiang Li was also a soldier on the frontier in his previous life. Although he traveled for several months, his military temperament has not disappeared, and he quickly became friends with the old soldiers.

When the wine was drunk, he stepped on the wooden bench, picked up the wine jar and drank with his head up. He sang Liangzhou poems loudly: "The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately call for it. When you are drunk on the battlefield, Lord Mo laughs. How many people have fought back in ancient times?" !"

In just a few words, an artistic conception of boldness and agitation, soldiers wearing sharp clothes and bravely going to the battlefield is fully displayed.

"What a drunk lying on the battlefield, Jun Moxiao, how many people have fought in ancient times, this is the poem that Da Zhou Erlang should write!"

"Indulgent singing, heroism, such a heart and patriotism, we are ashamed, not as good as a weak crown boy!"

The old soldiers were attracted by the poems and were intoxicated by them. They repeated Liangzhou's words and sentences, recalled the past, gradually became emotional, burst into tears, and finally sang together.

The voices of majestic and unrestrained poems gathered together, rushed out of Yumen Restaurant, and echoed in the Ten Mile Long Street in Shengjing City.

The literati and scholars passing by all looked back excitedly, astonished as heaven and man, and passed on from generation to generation.

A Liangzhou poem, full of Shengjing on a moonlit night.

"Young Master, why are you running? Many people are asking who wrote the poem. If they know it's you, they will definitely bring you a high reputation!"

On the long street in Shengjing, the moon and stars are sparse. Jiang Li returned home with a drink in the night wind. Chu Chu looked back from time to time and saw many scholars and scholars in Confucian robes walking in a hurry, heading towards Yumen Restaurant .

"You and I are trapped in the Marquis's Mansion. We are alone and weak. These useless names will only make our situation more difficult. What's more, I didn't create this Liangzhou Ci!" Jiang Li said.

Just now in the restaurant, the singing voices of the old soldiers were powerful and exciting, and it spread outside the restaurant, and soon attracted some literati and scholars who were moved by the words.

The old soldiers didn't like to chat with these arty literati, and Jiang Li didn't want to be too ostentatious to be feared by the eldest lady, so they bid farewell to each other and left the restaurant together.

It was getting late, Jiang Li and Chu Chu didn't go shopping any more, and returned directly to Zhenwuhou Mansion.

Chuchu ran to boil the water, Jiang Li punched a few more times in the courtyard, and when the energy in his body was exhausted, he used nine breaths of convincing energy to restore his overall state of strength and spirit.

He pushed aside the wine gourd and took a sip of the medicinal wine. The medicinal energy flowed through his whole body, giving him warmth. He could clearly feel that his strength had increased a lot, and the strength of his limbs, waist and abdomen were completely connected.

Unknowingly, he has entered the second level of martial arts, the strength of martial arts.

A sip of medicinal wine is worth more than ten days of penance.

(End of this chapter)