Chaos in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Chapter 1 Young people don't talk about martial arts

In 349 A.D., the fifth year of Emperor Yonghe of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the winter was very cold and snowed heavily.

The biting cold wind howled in this cold night, and the gentle Jiangnan was turned pale by the north wind.

The wailing of the Western Jin's subjugation is still echoing north of the Yangtze River. The Eastern Jin Dynasty, which has only been established for a few decades, is precarious in this chaotic world and can only lean to the left of the river.

The capital of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Jiankang, Wuyi Lane.

On a snowy night, a fisherman dressed as a man dressed in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a thin bamboo fishing rod and carrying a simple bow behind his back, grandly walked into the center of today's rich and powerful - Wuyi Lane.

In the familiar alley, turn left and turn right, and go straight into the gate of the Wang family. This Wang family is the Langya Wang family of 'the king and the horse share the world'.

The charcoal fire in the house finally kept the once-in-a-century cold wave out of the door.

The fisherman took off the snow-covered bamboo hat and coir raincoat by himself, turned a blind eye to the two people in the house, and said to himself: "God damn it, it's wet and cold, pity the roadside is frozen to death, if this continues, Jiangbei's The refugees are afraid that they will not be able to suppress it.”

And these two men in brocade clothes, one is the young emperor's uncle, Sima Yu, the auxiliary minister who is in charge of the government, and the other is Wang Zheng, the current patriarch of the Langya royal family.

These two are the pinnacle figures of the power of the Eastern Jin Dynasty...

Sima Yu smiled and said, "If Anshi refuses to come out, how will he be like the common people? This is true. Anshi's compassion is truly a blessing for the people of the Jin Dynasty. It is really a blessing to invite Anshi to go to Jiankang after a tiring boat ride in Kuaiji. I have important matters to discuss, and I know I can't invite brother An Shi, so I asked Wang Shangshu to come forward to invite him, and I also asked An Shi to forgive me."

Wang Zheng caressed his long beard and laughed loudly: "Nephew Xie Jiaxian, who is lying high on Dongshan Mountain, lives in seclusion in Kuaiji. How can an old man disturb people's leisure, and how can he not guess that it is the meaning of your Kuaiji king, hahaha."

Xie An sat down by himself and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Slowly said: "The rebel General Xiao Jingwen was besieged by Huan Wen in Zitong County. He will die within three months. Huan Wen will completely control Yizhou. In this way, Jingzhou, Liangzhou, Ningzhou, Guangzhou, Jiaozhou and Yizhou will The upper reaches of the Yangtze River will all be in the hands of Huan Wen."

"When Huan Wen grows bigger, his strength is already the sum of the downstream powers, which seriously threatens the imperial court."

Sima Yu sighed: "That's right, An Shi is like a god, and it is precisely because of this that he asked An Shi for advice. I don't know if An Shi has a solution. Now that the Northern Expedition is imminent, and if Huanwen's Northern Expedition succeeds, Sima's master, who has made great achievements, is in danger. If it fails, the Eastern Jin Dynasty will be in jeopardy with the loss of troops."

Xie An said: "On the way here, I was already thinking about the countermeasures, please make a decision."

Wang Zheng immediately retreated the servants on the left and right, leaving only the three of them in the room.

The three of them gathered together and whispered to each other.

Xie An said: "Firstly, the Northern Expedition is what the people want and it is imperative. However, we can let the General of the Guards Chu Po preemptively attack the Northern Expedition to stabilize the current situation and prevent Huan Wen from sending troops."

"Secondly, send people to incorporate the various tributary militias in the north of the Yangtze River to restrain Huan Wen's excessive strength."

Sima Yu said: "It is true that the only refugees in the Great Jin Dynasty who can fight against the Huanwen Xifu army, but there is no one in the court who can convince the various refugee armies. With the lessons learned from Su Jun's rebellion, how can we recruit the various refugee armies? Will the refugees not make trouble?"

Wang Zheng also sighed: "Firstly, this person must have the ability to convince the refugees, secondly, he must not make Huan Wen jealous and dissatisfied, thirdly, he must have sufficient cultural and military skills to balance the power of the states, and more importantly, fourthly, he must be loyal to the imperial court and the Great Jin Dynasty." Is there really such a talent?"

"Not now, but we can cultivate one!" Xie An said firmly.

"The four prefectures of Henan, Yang, Xu, and Jiang, which are the barriers of Jiankang, are all under the control of the imperial court!"

"Huan Wen didn't have ten years of achievements, so it is impossible to confront the imperial court head-on. In ten years, as long as the various families unite to build momentum, it is enough to support a young talent and incorporate the various refugee armies." Xie An said.

"Sure enough!" Sima Yu excitedly said, "Then how to choose and train this person?"

"First of all, he must be a commoner, because only as a commoner can he enter the refugee army."

"Secondly, his martial arts talents need to be a well-known and outstanding figure among the younger generation, so that he can hold down the vagrant commander..."

……

The three discussed it all night, and it was getting brighter.

Xie An put on the bamboo hat and coir raincoat, got up and said goodbye.

Sima Yu said: "It's hard work Anshi, I don't know when you are going to leave the mountain, the world of Great Jin needs you!"

Xie An bowed his hands to Sima Yu and Wang Zhengyi, and replied: "The momentum of Huan Wen has swept across Jiangzuo, and the nobles of the Jin Dynasty are now all prosperous and all damaged. Naturally, I will do my best, but before the time comes, I will return to my Dongshan Go fishing, hahaha, the prime minister stays, Wang Shangshu stays, the grassroots leave..."

At this time, Yizhou, thousands of miles away, and the Sichuan Basin shut out the cold wind and freezing rain.

Fuling County, in Guanjiabao, Hexi.

A young man resting his chin was staring at the maid beside him...

"Xiao Langjun, you have been looking at me so stupidly for a long time, hurry up and read the book, the master will come back next month to test you..." The girl lowered her head and said shyly.

The boy in front of the desk wiped his saliva and said with a smirk: "Sister Qingchan, you are so good-looking, you are more delicate than Gao Yuanyuan, tenderer than Liu Yifei, more beautiful than Gulinaza, and more beautiful than Di Lieba. Overwhelming Malzahar..."

The girl's face became even redder, and her pair of bright and beautiful eyes quickly closed, not daring to look at the boy again, her head lowered by two points, her jade teeth and vermilion lips parted slightly, and she said shamelessly, "What are you talking about, little man, what are you talking about? What Zaha..."

The young man just woke up like a dream and hurriedly said: "Ahem, Sister Qingchan, I'm sorry, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."

Then he started to wander around the sky again, but the pair of eyes couldn't help but continued to look at the girl...

My God, it seems that good people are rewarded. Such a beautiful little girl is actually my personal maid!

Although his rebirth had a bad start, his soul was possessed by a ten-year-old 'fool' from the Guan family, and he was a commoner!
Every time he sees the maid named Qingchan in front of him, it always makes him forget all his troubles for a while!
Seeing that the young man in front of her looked at her again with a piggy face, the girl pouted angrily and said, "My lord...you don't read books, so I don't need you to grind ink for you. I'll take care of the mistress."

After saying that, he left the room as if fleeing.

The young man waved the folding fan he made himself, looked at the graceful back of the girl running away in a hurry, and couldn't help sighing softly: "I don't know if it's right or wrong to insist on free love..."

The young man named Guan Ziyang was born in 1992 and died in 2022.

The first year of the rebirth of the 'Eastern Jin'.

Maybe it was because he had died once and was reborn in this troubled world, Guan Ziyang could only think about one thing!

How to "Gou survive in troubled times!"

As a reborn person, there is a reason for being so obsessed...

There is no way, although he also wants to "be known to the princes", but this 'Eastern Jin' is not easy to mix!
"Scholars study martial arts, ordinary people study literature, and both civil and military talents become officials..."

"Lu's sword, Gu's sword, the bow of the two kings is unparalleled in the world; Huan's boxing, Xie's leg, Sima's royal palm..."

These two nursery rhymes come from the memories of the aborigines 'Guan Jia Chi Er'!

The Eastern Jin Dynasty is still the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but it is the Gaowu Eastern Jin Dynasty!

Before being reborn, Guan Ziyang was a college student in the Department of History, but faced unemployment after graduation, he had no choice but to take over the class of his grandfather. Relying on the family Tai Chi he practiced since childhood, he has been a Tai Chi teacher in an activity center for the elderly for nearly ten years!

On the surface, this rebirth seems to be a "professional counterpart rebirth", but in fact it is "Yang Guo Reborn Dragon Ball" and "Lv Bu vs. Wolverine", which are completely dimensionality reduction blows!
So Guan Ziyang could only bear the aura of 'Guan Family Idiot', and honestly got up in Guanjiabao in the west of Fuling River...

"Other people are reborn with either a system or cheats! Why don't I have anything!"

"Would it be too cruel for me to use Tai Chi, a health-preserving skill, to break out in this world of high martial arts!"

Thinking of this, Ma Baoguo, the "Master of Hunyuan Xingyi Taijiquan" appeared in Guan Ziyang's mind inexplicably.

The scene where the nose is bruised and the face is swollen shouting "Young people don't practice martial arts, rats are juice".

I can't help but shiver!
Dreaming back at midnight, Guan Ziyang has scolded the thief God countless times, lamenting the injustice of his fate!

But just three years ago, the situation seemed to have ushered in a turning point...

(End of this chapter)