Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 97: The Airbender's Unique Art! (1 words updated today)

"It's no wonder that there are so many martial arts gathered here. There is no quota limit for this year's martial arts. Anyone who meets the conditions can be appointed as an official to lead the army. Once the Emperor Jing's list is published, I am afraid that all the young martial arts in the 27 provinces will be alarmed." !"

Jiang Li led his horse into the forest, facing all kinds of gazes calmly, he looked around the forest from the corner of his eye, and found that although these warriors sat in groups, they were faintly divided into three camps.

Beside the bonfire in the west, there are clear distinctions and orderly ranks.

Surrounded by many retainers and warriors dressed as servants, a young man dressed gorgeously and with extraordinary appearance sat on a wide chair covered with soft animal skins, warming himself by the fire.

The sharp eyes looking at Jiang Li came from here.

Behind this group of people, apart from tall horses with expensive saddles, there is also a luxurious carriage with a large body.

The lights in the car were dim, and the shadows of three women were reflected on the window, shaking from time to time, which aroused people's imagination.

The bonfire in the north was very deserted, only seven young men of similar age in blue robes sat around.

Their breaths are long, their eyes are restrained, under their loose robes, their arm muscles are condensed, and their veins are protruding. They all have good strength and are martial arts from the same sect.

The horses that are matched are tall and vigorous, and there is no one in a hundred.

Jiang Li's experience was too inexperienced to distinguish the sect origins of these sect disciples, so he looked to the south again.

The atmosphere there was the most lively and harmonious, with many young warriors sitting around the bonfire.

The clothes they wear are made of ordinary materials, and although the swords they wear are cold and shiny and wrapped in leather, they are mostly ordinary, and their martial arts are relatively low, which is in stark contrast to the disciples of aristocratic families and sects.

Many don't even have horses to ride.

But everyone was sitting around chatting, chatting, and touching wine cups. It was so lively, and the bonfire was raging. Reflecting on the faces of these young people, they were full of enthusiasm and youthful vigor, and their eyes were full of infinite reverie and expectation for the future.

Jiang Li tied up the horse, went straight to the bonfire in the south, and clasped his fists together: "Please excuse me, my surname is Jiang, and I am also a candidate for the martial arts exam!"

"Across the world, meeting is fate. You don't have to be polite, little brother. Most of us are meeting for the first time, and we didn't arrive before the city gate of Shengjing closed, so we settled down for a while!"

A burly young warrior with thick eyebrows and big eyes laughed, and made room sideways, and the nearby young warriors also returned their salutes enthusiastically.

There is no quota limit for the martial arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there is no competition among the young warriors for reference. Once they pass the martial arts selection in the future, they will all be brothers and sisters who will fight together on the battlefield.

Unlike the military officers who came from aristocratic families and sect forces, these future military officers from civilian backgrounds have no power or resources to support them. If they want to gain a firm foothold in the military and make contributions, they can only make friends and form groups with each other.

This is not only the way of life, but also one of the fundamentals of being an official and general.

Jiang Li joined the crowd and sat cross-legged by the bonfire. He was about the same age as the surrounding warriors, and after a short while, they became acquainted with each other.

"Brother Jiang, I saw that your footsteps are light and you have no traces on the ground. Your martial arts are definitely not low, but the skin on your hands is delicate and has no scars. They are completely different from our rough and brute force. !"

Zhao Tiehe handed a bowl of hot liquor to Jiang Li, a little puzzled: "The Great Zhou is heavy on martial arts, and the great families all hope that the children in the clan will make meritorious deeds and be appointed as princes. Why did Brother Jiang rush to the exam alone?"

"To tell you the truth, Brother Zhao, although I come from a family, I am a concubine, and there is no family protection behind me!"

After drinking the spirits, Jiang Li wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Actually, a black dog accompanied me when I came out this time, but when that guy was in danger, he ran faster than me. I don't know if I'll see you again Opportunity!"

"Brother Jiang, so what if we don't have the support of our family. We warriors temper our bodies and strengthen our aspirations. As long as we go forward bravely, we can create a world by ourselves. You must know that the current Minister of the Ministry of War and Lord Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, were once just like us. People born in poverty, without family protection, are not the same as suppressing the world's martial arts!"

Zhao Tiehe laughed, full of pride, and he smacked his lips: "As for that black dog who doesn't know its guardian and is afraid of death, it's useless to keep it. If I see it in the future, I'll just skin it and stew it!"

"That's the best!" Jiang Li said with a smile.

"Hey, it's easy for Brother Zhao to say, the Great Zhou has established a state for [-] years, and there are hundreds of thousands of civilian military officers, if not millions, but there is only one Zhenwuhou!"

A thin young warrior curled his lips in disdain. He looked at the family team not far away and the beautiful figure of a woman reflected in the window of the carriage, his eyes were full of envy and passion.

"The children of the aristocratic family are full of fine clothes and fine food. They are offered with precious pills, medicinal wine, secret medicine and running water. They lie on the belly of a woman, and their martial arts realm can also rise all the way. Once they enter the barracks, they sprinkle a lot of silver. Enemy, accumulate merit for him!"

Another young warrior sighed, resentful and dissatisfied, which attracted the response and resonance of many young warriors.

"Thousand-year dynasty, ten-thousand-year aristocratic family, if the aristocratic family is not destroyed, these warriors from commoner background will never have a way to rise!"

Jiang Li saw the performance of these young warriors, shook his head and sighed slightly.

The imperial power of the Great Zhou Dynasty is supreme, but the aristocratic clans are deeply rooted, occupying land resources, controlling the inheritance of martial arteries and Taoist arteries, and the forces are deeply intertwined and difficult to eradicate.

When the dynasty was at its peak, they hibernated and obeyed, sending disciples and disciples into the court as officials to serve the court and protect the family.

Once the imperial power declines and the troubled times rise again, they will be the first to rise up, either to compete in the world, or to support the Ming Lord, and enjoy the merits of the dragon.

The monarchs of all dynasties have tried to change this passive situation, but none of them succeeded. Instead, they caused turmoil and even overthrew the dynasty.

The Emperor Zhou of this generation worked hard to rule with great talent and strategy, and had the ambition to unify Kyushu and be an emperor through the ages.

But the sect of the aristocratic family cannot be destroyed, and the road to emperor is hard to achieve!

The young warriors around started a new round of arguments, while Jiang Li got up calmly, found a quiet corner, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and looked inside his mind.

In the battle outside Shengjing City, Jiang Li only "lost" a black dog, but gained ten ghosts and spirits from the Holy Maiden of Virtue, which can be described as a huge profit.

In the future, whether it is to refine these thoughts, or sacrifice them to the golden pages, and obtain the supernatural powers of Tiangang, his strength will be greatly improved.

His gaze wandered around the altar, and finally landed on the brocade silk as thin as a cicada's wing.

The yin spirit of the virtuous saintess woke up, and immediately put away this brocade silk, its preciousness is self-evident.

With a movement in Jiang's heart, his soul power stroked, and the condensed brocade slowly stretched out.

A crane with pure white feathers, elegant and elegant, stretches its wings, flapping its wings to fly, floating on the brocade silk, surrounded by countless small characters and patterns.

The white crane is immoral and powerful, extraordinary and refined.

The green beak is like a sword, the wings are like a fan, and there are thousands of sharp qi blowing down.

Looking from a distance, the crane picture on the brocade silk is like a hidden fairy swordsman, without the fangs and claws of tigers and leopards, but with the supernatural swordsmanship, wanting to break free from the shackles, the sword soars to the sky .

"This white crane is lifelike and has the charm of a real life!"

Jiang Xin's head trembled slightly, and he looked intently. On the position above the crane picture, three large characters were very eye-catching: Jiao Crane Picture!

The position of the font is to the left, and the left side of the Jinbo is also irregular.

The picture of Jiao Crane, there are cranes but no Jiao in the picture, obviously not all of them.

"Jiang Xinbai and Jiang Xinyu have always been inseparable. The crane picture was found on Jiang Xinyu's body. The half of the dragon picture should be in Jiang Xinbai's hands!"

Jiang Li said inwardly that it was a pity, and then concentrated on studying the characters and symbols in the crane picture.

The joy on his face became more and more intense.

"What is recorded on this crane picture is actually a complete qizong unique art. It is not only extremely high-grade, far superior to my hundred-step magic fist passed down by Mo Yunliang, but also contains the complete cultivation method of qizong. Xie Yanke's incomplete version, but the true inheritance of the Airbender!"

Jiang Li was overwhelmed with surprise. Although the inheritance of the world's top-grade martial arts is controlled by the dynasty, aristocratic families, and sects, and rarely leaks out, there are still a large number of them.

But after the inheritance of Qizong was cut off in the late Middle Ages, there is no trace to follow.

The picture of the crane in Jiang Li's hands is enough to make up for the shortcomings of the current Qimai, creating another branch of cultivation that can be on an equal footing with the Wumai.

"Jiang Xinyu has been cultivating in Linghe Castle since she was seven years old, and this brocade silk also contains the inheritance of energy related to cranes. What is the connection between the two?"

"If Linghe Fort has grasped this picture of a crane before, why has no relevant information been circulated?"

Jiang Li had many questions, but in the end they were all suppressed by the joy in his heart.

The inheritance of Qi veins recorded in the Crane Picture is called "Sky Crane Sword Qi", which consists of two volumes.

The Sky Crane Qi Jue in the first volume is the method of Qimai cultivation.

The next volume, the Nine Forms of Tianhe, is the art of attacking the energy channels.

Among them, the Heavenly Crane Qi Jue is not a low grade, the Heavenly Crane True Qi obtained through practice is close to immortality and holy, ethereal and agile, which is extremely extraordinary.

But it still can't be compared with Jiang Li's "Lingbao Tianzun Xiantian Qi Guidance Technique".

The gap between the two is like clouds and mud.

"Lingbao Tianzun Xiantian Qi Guidance Technique" is the supreme method of Qimai.

With the assistance of the golden pages and the Hall of Stars, Jiang Li has fully mastered Qimai Kung Fu, which has already reached a very high level.

Therefore, just by studying and reading it several times carefully, you can fully grasp all the profound meanings of the Heavenly Crane Qi Jue.

It's a pity that his qi meridian realm is limited, although true qi can be released, it can't be condensed into shape, and in the Tianhe nine moves, he can barely practice the first two moves.

"Gentlemen, my son is from a businessman in Linyuan Province. It is also a fate to meet you in this mountain forest when I went to Beijing to take the exam today. I have specially prepared thin wine. I would like to invite you to have a drink together!"

Just when Jiang Li was about to comprehend the nine postures of the sky crane, a middle-aged warrior in black scale armor stood up from the crowd on the west side of the forest, strode forward, and shouted at the civilian warriors sitting around the campfire. Invitation: "My son reads that you all come from poor backgrounds, and it is not easy to practice martial arts. Anyone who attends the dinner will be given a bottle of high-grade medicine to boost their strength in martial arts!"

"Participate in the dinner party, and you will get a bottle of top-grade medicine!"

As soon as the Black Armored Warrior's words came out, the young warriors sitting around the campfire were very surprised, and the originally noisy and lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Precious medicine is an indispensable auxiliary medicine for Wufu to temper his body. It has the functions of replenishing blood, nourishing vitality, and strengthening the flesh and bones.

Not only are the prescriptions scarce, but most of them are in the hands of aristocratic families and sects. The raw materials needed to refine the pills are also extremely precious.

A bottle of ordinary-quality precious medicine can be sold for a high price of more than ten taels of silver in the market.

A top-grade precious medicine, isn't it worth nearly 50 taels of silver?

After being surprised, many young warriors were a little moved.

Although the price of a bottle of precious medicine seems not high, the amount of precious medicine needed for martial arts practice is long and the body is tempered day by day, and it is definitely not affordable by ordinary households.

Many civilian warriors have practiced martial arts for more than ten years, but they have not even taken a single pill. At most, they only cook meat with herbs that replenish qi and blood as a tonic.

Now that the martial arts exam is just around the corner, if he can get a bottle of high-grade medicine, it will definitely increase the realm of his martial arteries slightly, improve his condition, and give him more confidence in passing the martial arts exam.

After only a moment's hesitation, many young warriors couldn't resist the temptation of the precious medicine, they got up one after another, and walked towards the line of merchants in Linyuan Province.

But there are also many warriors who choose to ignore it.

If the young master of the Linyuan merchant is really just a hospitable invitation, there is absolutely no reason for everyone to refuse.

But Heijia Wufu directly proposed the reward for the precious medicine, and the meaning of wooing and buying couldn't be more obvious.

Great Zhou warriors also have their own pride.

"Everyone who declined my son's kindness is commendable, but you will regret it in the future. I was born in poverty, and my body is like duckweed. If I don't cling to a big tree, my life in the army will be extremely difficult!"

Heijia Wufu had expected this situation a long time ago, and he didn't force it. He just sneered and turned to leave.

"Hmph, just a bottle of precious medicine, and I want to buy my heart!"

Zhao Tiehe whispered, he looked around, the two young warriors who had a good conversation with him just now had left at some point.

"Hey!"

Zhao Tiehe shook his head and sighed, just as he raised the wine bowl in his hand, he saw the black-armored warrior who had left before, suddenly went back and walked towards this side again.

"Didn't you hear my scolding and come to trouble me!"

Zhao Tiehe couldn't help being surprised. Although he was a martial artist in the late stage of Taiji realm, he was still as weak as a kitten in the face of a black armor warrior who was two realms higher than himself.

"My son has taken a fancy to your war horse and wants to pay for it. Let's make an offer!"

Unexpectedly, the black-armored warrior crossed Zhao Tiehe and came directly to the edge of the open space, and spoke coldly to two young warriors in their early twenties with their backs leaning on a big tree.

(End of this chapter)