Chapter 702: So majestic!
Chapter 703 So majestic!
February 26th.
early morning.
The entire imperial capital was very noisy, and the snow on the branches was so bare.
The yellow dog rushed to the road and barked at strangers. When he saw someone bending down to pick up stones, he quickly caught his tail and went back to the house.
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The entrance to the martial arts hall in the west of the city was crowded with people. People gathered together to keep warm, whispering to each other, and talking about it.
The Chinese New Year is spent early, and the Lantern Festival has been going on for nearly ten days. It should be a time to calm down and get to work seriously, but today is the first time for the triennial martial arts competition!
Don't miss this kind of excitement, otherwise the usual chatter will make you feel isolated.
There are five major items in the Dashun martial arts examination.
Strength, skill, shooting, strategy, and fighting.
Among them, strength, strategy, and fighting are the top three. Even if the performance is poor, those who excel in these three can still have a chance to get ahead.
But to the common people, it doesnβt matter whether they are good or bad, the key is to look good! Be shocked!
Therefore, the only thing worth watching is strength!
Policy, needless to say, writing articles, making policy discussions, and playing tactics. Ordinary people cannot read a single Chinese character. They can only write a name. It is really difficult to predict one, two, and three.
I heard that there is a craftsman's shop in the east of the city, supported by the imperial court, specializing in movable type printing and training craftsmen who can read letters. You can learn some pinyin for one or two silver, but it is still far from being able to understand the article.
Skills are all fancy. Everyone is good at swords, guns, swords and halberds. There is no standard. It all depends on the instructor's subjective view. If you don't understand it well, you may be careless and talk about the instructor taking black money to let others hear it. It's bound to cause trouble.
Shooting, this is relatively simple, but the martial artist throws an arrow, and people have to walk a stick of incense for thousands of miles. It is impossible to see which target it will fly to. It is just a competition between people, but no victory or defeat. Just listening to a roll-call, without beginning or end, is not enjoyable.
Fighting, this has to be the last turn, it is too early to say, martial arts master Langyan takes action, blowing winds of several feet at every turn, which is very dangerous, and separated by the instructors and Yu Linwei, they can't see clearly even from dozens of feet away.
Only strength makes the difference!
Grow crops and dry docks.
If you are strong, you are good, and you are awesome!
Why is it a blessing to be able to eat?
If you can eat, you must be strong!
Being able to eat = being strong = having a strong body = being able to make money = having a good family background.
A simple and beautiful yearning.
And the level of victory or defeat in the strength category is clear at a glance, just hold a big pillar one foot high and walk ten steps, which is eye-catching and intuitive.
Itβs understandable and enjoyable to watch.
In the martial arts hall, twenty-five large bronze pillars were lined up in a row. The dense crowd was divided into five queues, holding wooden signs and lining up in order. The Yulin army, wearing strong swords and swords, circled the area to guard to prevent anyone from causing trouble.
The time has not yet come, and officials and instructors at all levels have not yet arrived. The candidates chatted with those in front and behind the queue.
"Brother, your surname is..."
"Where are you from? Why are your eyes so blue?"
"It turns out... I have admired you for a long time..."
"You know, there are ten coaches this year, each with a different identity, and I heard that one of them is Liang Hengwei, who became famous during the New Year!"
"Brother, is the Lieutenant Liang Heng you are talking about the youngest great martial artist in our dynasty?"
"Exactly!"
There was a low uproar.
To say what I heard the most when I came to the imperial capital, it was nothing more than Liang Qu entering the capital by boat, breaking through the 120-foot bloody pillar, and then fighting against Haru Khan in Beiting.
Calluses on ears.
When you visit a brothel, you can hear admiration and yearning from the prostitutes, and they will show their admiration and admiration.
Earn enough face and limelight.
In the presence of such pearls and jade, the twenty-eight-year martial arts examination seems lackluster.
Ranked first.
Does anyone have a beautiful home?
"Heroes come out in large numbers. I'll wait until I'm in my twenties to earn a rank in the wolf smoke. People who are less than 20 are already hunting tigers and can become martial arts instructors."
"If you can admire the three-point style, today's trip will be worthwhile."
"You don't have to start flattering someone before they arrive."
"Hey, hey, hey, it's coming! Don't make any noise!"
Smoke and dust billowed outside the martial arts venue. Several carriages rolled over the green bricks and stopped. There were also people riding tall horses.
The noisy team quickly fell silent.
Officials and coaches at all levels opened the curtain or jumped off their horses and entered the venue one after another.
However, within a short while, there was one person who attracted special attention, firmly attracting everyone's attention.
The red horse came across the river, its clothes flying, the water rippled, like a ball of fire rolling.
In the blink of an eye, the fireball hit the shore.
laugh!
The horse breathed and shook its head, and the white mist billowed.
At the entrance of the martial arts lecture hall, a handsome young man wearing Kui boots turned over and dismounted. His light blue plain robe was close to his body and tied with a white jade belt in the middle. His left hand had a shawl with long sleeves, and his right arm was wrapped in a silver arm armor. On his shoulder The tiger head is particularly delicate, as if you are looking at a fierce tiger!
The most important thing is that there is a small white dragon wrapped around the right forearm of the visitor!
The people of the imperial capital were noisy and shouted, and those who knew him spoke out in public.
"Master Liang!"
Wow!
There was an explosion in the peaceful martial arts hall just now.
"Is he Liang Qu?"
"So majestic! What a good appearance!"
"Dragon? Really a dragon?"
The candidates in the field came from all over the world and knew that Liang Qu was extraordinary, but they had never met him. They fantasized about many situations, whether they were born with strange phenomena or strange appearances.
But you can see with your own eyes that the impact of reality is far more exciting than fantasy!
"I have lived for more than twenty years, and I have never seen such a beautiful civil and military sleeve!"
The so-called civil and military sleeves are like Liang Qu's half robe and half armor.
When wearing it, the civil sleeves are worn on the outer layer, occupying most of the garment, and the martial arts sleeves are worn on the inner layer, leaving only one arm exposed to show restraint.
The fashionable way to wear Dashun.
Ten days ago.
Killing the mirage tiger in the dream gave the little mirage dragon an additional target to drive. At the same time, the mirage tiger appeared as an arm armor, allowing Liang Qu to catch up with a wave of "trends."
The effect of the arm armor is quite powerful, and it has three points of sharpness when shooting. It is like a sharp spear when it is pointed out.
The bloodstone arm armor obtained in Xiangyi County is really useful in Langyan territory and can have a multiplicative increase. However, when it comes to hunting tigers, the bloodstone cannot withstand the huge qi and blood erosion, and has changed from multiplication to addition. It is just right to do it with one hand. replace.
In the martial arts lecture hall.
Meng Qiang secretly marveled.
When I met Liang Qu in January, he was still like this. He was a very honest young man from a foreign country.
How could he put together such an outfit in such a blink of an eye? The young master from aristocratic family can't compare to him.
Tsk tsk tsk.
It really makes people jealous.
In the martial arts arena, the officials reorganized the team.
Liang Qu entered the court, greeted the other coaches, and then turned to see Meng Qiang.
"Commander Meng? Are you going to be the instructor too?"
"I'm not." Meng Qiang shook his head, "I led the Yulin Army to maintain order. There are many people in the martial arts examination. There are fights and fights in the imperial capital every day. They have never stopped in February."
Not a word was said.
Suddenly someone in the martial arts arena shouted grievances, causing a dispute. Later, a certain instructor rewarded him with two big mouths. His mouth and nose bled on the spot and swelled like a pig's head. The instructor dragged him out like a dead dog.
"What's going on?" Liang Qu asked.
"What's going on? He just secretly took drugs." Meng Qiang has rich experience. "There are often people who secretly take drugs during martial arts competitions, hoping to earn an extra two points. They probably give some gifts, thinking that everything will be fine."
"Is there anyone else giving gifts?"
"Yes, they happen every year, and they are arrested every year. In the last term, there was an incident where a coach accepted a bribe, and the grass on his grave was ten feet high."
"Why didn't anyone send me a gift?" Liang Qu was surprised.
"Will you accept it?"
"Won't."
"That's fine then."
"One size equals one size. If he doesn't give it away, how does he know I won't accept it?"
"Brother Liang, Master Liang, who are you? The youngest great martial artist in Dashun, the registered disciple of the Martial Saint, the direct descendant of the Grandmaster, the one who feasted with the Holy Emperor, the future Grandmaster with a guaranteed guarantee and a bright future, you accept this bribe. Is it okay to ruin your own future? If youβre not stupid, you have to give it to someone who looks good at accepting it.β
