Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 108 Wenqi is like a dragon, and the unicorn comes to the world (subscription required)
"The scale of martial arts this year is unprecedented. Although there is an arrangement by the Holy One to expand the army, our country has been prosperous for more than [-] years since the founding of the country, the population is prosperous, the wealth is hidden in the people, the number of folk martial arts practitioners is increasing day by day, and the martial arts is flourishing. This is a sign of great prosperity for the country! "

"Looking at so many young warriors today, they are full of vigor and high spirits, and I feel that I am much younger!"

"Young people are the future of Dazhou. Although they are a little immature, they will become iron-blooded and heroic warriors after going through honing. They will clear the border and enter the Mang Court!"

Mingsheng Hall is the only building in the Confucian Temple that is flush with the main hall of sacrifices. It looks like two fish eyes in the Yin-Yang diagram, each guarding one side.

Sitting in Mingsheng Hall, you can almost overlook the entire Confucian Temple complex. Only important sacrifices, scientific research, and martial arts will be opened.

At this moment, there are quite a few people sitting in Mingsheng Hall, all of whom are important figures of the Great Zhou court.

Emperor Jing sat in the depths of the hall, and had a panoramic view of the examination room in front of him. The lower left and right positions were filled with civil and military officials, and they felt the grand occasion of tens of thousands of warriors taking reference together.

"Mu Chuan, apart from [-]% of the candidates who passed the martial arts exam this year will be sent to the East China Sea and Southern Xinjiang to practice and sharpen, and to replenish the army, [-]% of the martial arts exams will be under the jurisdiction of the Chinese military governor's office to expand the army and send them to the northern border to fight! "

Emperor Jing's breath is like a dragon, and his whole body is full of royal aura. His eyes are far-reaching, and his eyes are as firm as iron, indomitable and full of ambition.

"At the end of last year, I recruited 30 troops to strengthen the military force in the northern border, and wanted to suppress Bei Mang completely with all my strength. It has been half a year now, how is the Ministry of War doing?"

Jinghuang's voice is not loud, but he speaks softly, like a spring breeze, but every word goes straight to the heart, knocks in the heart, makes people feel awe, and is ready to fight.

"Reporting to the Holy Majesty, the 30 new troops have been recruited and are rushing to the Great Wall in the north to receive training. They will be incorporated into the army in a few months, and follow the Holy Majesty to conquer Wei Mang in the north!"

Jiang Shirong got up and replied respectfully.

"So good!"

Emperor Jing nodded in satisfaction, stared at the civil and military officials, and said in a gentle voice, "My dear friends, this Northern Expedition is related to my fortune for a hundred years. I hope you will abandon your personal opinions and selfishness, and work together. Everything is for the state and for the world. Subjects set an example!"

"The ministers will definitely live up to the Holy Majesty's expectations!"

Civil and military officials stood up at the same time and responded loudly.

"Shi Rong, I heard that this year's martial arts competition, you have three sons participating in the martial arts competition, which is very good. They will have grown up on the sixteenth day of the lunar new year, and they can start a family and start a business on their own.

"However, there are many courtiers who are selfish and love their children. They are reluctant to let them enlist in the army and shed their blood for the Great Zhou. They enjoy the state salary in vain but have selfish feelings. You set an example here. The two sons have just turned sixteen. , let them apply for martial arts, I am very pleased!"

Emperor Jing said kindly, "Your son Jiang Li has a lot of advice on the three strategies to control mang. Before Yun Le went to Da Luo for the peace talks, he recommended him many times. I expect a lot from him."

"Your Majesty, the dog is stubborn. Although he has read the books of sages for several years, he has great ambition and talent, and talks a lot. He doesn't have much real skills. Most of the three strategies of making reckless decisions are made by mistake. He just inspired the princess. He has never been on the battlefield, nor has he been in politics. Experience, you can't believe what you say!" Jiang Shirong said loudly.

"Hahaha, Marquis Wu is too self-effacing. Those who Yun Le admires are not too bad. Whether they have real skills or not, after today, they will know for themselves!" Emperor Jing laughed.

"The dog has been greatly loved by the Holy One, and the minister will definitely teach him severely. After this martial arts, he will be sent to the East China Sea to join the army. He will hone his skills and temper against the enemy bandits. He will definitely train a qualified sergeant for the Holy One!" Jiang Shirong Gong salute.

"Father, who is Jiang Li mentioned by the Holy Majesty? Why does the Holy Majesty and Young Master value it so much, but Marquis Wu doesn't seem to like it?"

Behind Huangfu Mu Chuan, the commander-in-chief of the Five Armies, stood a young general in guerrilla armor with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He was only in his early twenties, with a childish face, a restrained expression, and a cautious look, as if it was the first time he appeared on such a grand occasion.

Although he is a fifth-rank guerrilla general, his martial aura is very weak, and he is only in the late stage of Tai Chi. I don't know why he can be canonized with such an official rank.

"Zhen Wuhou's sons all have a mysterious character in their names, but Jiang Li is an exception. I don't know about the situation. I think it's because of his humble background and not being loved by Wuhou!"

Huangfu Mu Chuan shook his head, and immediately taught in a low voice: "Tiehe, there are many rules in the court. If you have any doubts in your mind, you can ask them in court. Don't talk too much, so as not to arouse the displeasure of the Holy Majesty!"

"It's Tiehe who doesn't understand the rules, so he won't dare in the future!"

Zhao Tiehe nodded in his heart.

"You don't need to be too restrained. You have just made great achievements, and the Holy Majesty likes you very much. Before the Northern Expedition, I will teach you martial arts in person. Don't embarrass the Holy Majesty and the adoptive father!" Huangfu Mu Chuan laughed.

"Tie He will live up to the expectations of His Majesty and Yifu!"

Zhao Tiehe nodded solemnly. For some reason, a resolute and calm young man's face suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I don't know if Brother Jiang is alive or not. He was once like this Jiang Li and was not loved by his family. My current status and achievements are all due to Brother Jiang. It would be great if he could enjoy it with me!"

"With such feats and status, his family will look at him differently!"

Zhao Tiehe sighed in his heart, it's a pity that Beimang Wufu is powerful and swallowed the secret medicine, Brother Jiang probably has no chance of survival.

This kindness may only be repaid in the next life.

Zhao Tiehe was thinking in his heart when he suddenly felt the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed. He looked up and saw Jinghuang, Zhenwuhou, Yifu, Mr. Confucian Temple and others seemed to have sensed something, and they were all slightly shocked and surprised looking out of the hall.

"What happened?"

Zhao Tiehe also looked quickly, but the sky in his sight was blue and cloudless, and the vast examination room below Mingsheng Hall, which accommodated tens of thousands of test sheds, was also quiet, except for a Confucian Temple official walking slowly, patrolling the examination room.

But for some reason, it seemed that they had sensed something, and the officials of the Confucian Temple also stopped in their tracks, looking in the same direction in unison.

Zhao Tiehe couldn't see the faces of these officials clearly, but judging from their straight backs and looking up solemnly, something great happened!
"boom!"

At this moment, the entire Confucian Temple shook, and countless bright streamers suddenly appeared out of thin air.

It seems that the entire cloud sky and the entire Confucian Temple have come to life. The sky presents a glass-like luster, countless lotus flowers appear in the world, and auspicious clouds float.

The wind and thunder trembled in the sky, and wisps of mist filled the air, surging with the wind, and the momentum was instantly huge.

Zhao Tiehe was under such a sky, only felt that the sky and the earth suddenly became infinitely broad and deep.

The bell rang in the depths of the Confucian Temple, and heavy sound waves spread leisurely to the distance, spreading so far that it actually aroused all the bronze bells in Shengjing City to ring in unison.

From the top of the sky, a pillar of talent about Zhang Xu crashed down and fell into the examination area, completely submerging a small building.

During the sacrificial ceremony, a jade statue of an unknown old man was also attracted, and the jade-colored brilliance shot out from the old man's eyebrows, reflecting into the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

"Roar"

Roaring like a dragon or a lion resounded in the sea of ​​clouds, a jade-like nine-foot unicorn stepped out of the clouds, circled around the Caiqi Wenzhu, and suddenly opened its mouth, uttering words:

"Today, there is a son of the human race who wrote seven volumes of the military scriptures. The Fa is profound and profound, and the wisdom and wisdom are as vast as smoke. It is a classic of the human race and a shining treasure. Its merits are written down, and the way of heaven is touched. I am grateful for the call of the sage. Disciple, a great virtue, to prove his heart!"

Qilin's voice is as loud as the sea, shaking Shengjing, and the text spreads all over the world.

"Qi, Qilin!"

Zhao Tiehe was so shocked that he almost sat down on the ground.

In Mingsheng Hall, all civil and military officials were also shocked by this sudden scene.

They looked up at the unicorn sacred beast in the sky, their minds were all blank.

Kylin is the saint's mount, carrying the saint to parade the world.

Thousands of years ago, Wen Sheng took 72 sages to feed back the world, and the holy unicorn has disappeared since then.

Everyone in the world thinks that the holy beast's lifespan is exhausted and its soul returns to heaven and earth, but they never imagined that Qilin not only survives in the world, but can even sense the consciousness of the sacred beast being integrated into the heaven and earth.

The article is outstanding, what kind of supreme wisdom and wisdom are contained in it, and the work of martial arts can touch the mind of a saint in the way of heaven!

In Mingsheng Hall, the officials were shocked and ecstatic, and Emperor Jing even stood up from the dragon chair. The place where everyone's eyes converged was the place where they were overwhelmed by the pillars of talent.

The vast pillar of air hangs down from the sky, this is the grace of the saint!

Inside the pillar of air, the phantom of the real dragon flickered faintly and disappeared into the hall together.

In the house, Jiang Li was so focused that he was so focused that he didn't realize that he was being overwhelmed by the literary column of talent like a dragon.

The billowing literary energy contains the rhyme of a real dragon, rushing in from the center of his brows, melting into the flesh, spirit, and soul of his body.

The energy and blood of his whole body are rushing, and the blood energy is as hot as a melting pot, melting everything into it, and creating the only one.

It wasn't until the last stroke was finished that the Qilin's mighty voice fell from the sky and fell into Jiang Li's mind.

"I wrote the holy scriptures of military science, which actually aroused the mind of the sage in the way of heaven, the sage of the sage, the disciple of the sage!"

Jiang Li was also extremely surprised, but soon relieved.

If "Sun Tzu's Art of War" can't arouse the celestial phenomenon, I am afraid that there is no military work in this world that can do it.

Wen Qi entered the body, Jiang Li closed the pen, carefully sensing the changes in himself.

Wenqi is invisible, difficult to capture, and contains the body. It is more of a spirit and belief.

However, it caused his soul to change. The originally colorful and chaotic soul light group became crystal clear and pure at this moment, and all distracting thoughts disappeared, and they were more condensed into diamond-like thoughts, which gathered together.

Although he didn't try it, Jiang Li can be sure that his realm of Taoism will be improved again unconsciously.

This is a natural metamorphosis without practice, which is more pure.

Although there is no obvious increase in physical energy and blood, there is a strange spiritual power contained in it. Every punch is accompanied by the aura of grandeur, justice, and great virtue, forming a vision.

At the same time, compared with the spirit and physical body, the change of true qi is the most significant.

Although Wen Qi is acquired, its origin is still the ubiquitous Yuan Qi in the universe.

Just like the dragon's Wen Qi is poured into the body, the Yuan Qi contained in it will naturally fuse with the true Qi to make it stronger.

Under the guidance of Jiang Li's mind, the true energy flew out of the body from the acupuncture points and pores, and condensed a three-inch-long air blade in his hand.

Condensing Qi into soldiers, this is the characteristic of the sixth realm of Qimai.

If he meets Beimang Wufu who has swallowed the secret medicine to stimulate his potential again at this moment, he does not need to use the supernatural power of Tiangang, and the strength of his energy veins alone is enough to crush and kill him.

"Wenqi is like a dragon, descending from the sky. The vision is grand. It must alarm the court officials in charge of martial arts in the Confucian Temple. Jiang Shirong, as the Minister of the Ministry of War, must be among them. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse!"

Jiang Li scattered the qi blade in his hand, his eyes flickering.

Enriching his body with literary spirit certainly boosted his strength, but once his reputation spreads, he will become famous all over the world, become the focus of many eyes, and even alarm Emperor Jing to summon him in person.

With his great reputation, Jiang Shirong would find it extremely difficult to suppress him, with many scruples.

After all, every word and deed of a disciple of a sage, to some extent, represents the will of Wen Sheng.

A little carelessness will provoke endless criticism.

"Jiang Shirong will not allow me to get out of his control. He will probably shoot me in the examination room to avoid future troubles. Before this incident alarms the Holy One, I must not show up easily!"

Jiang Li glanced at the test paper on the desk, got up straight, and left the dormitory quickly.

Emperor Jing came to the Confucian Temple in person to sit in the martial arts, which was unprecedented since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Except for Jiang Shirong, Huangfu Mu Chuan and other important officials, the outside world knew nothing about it.

Jiang Li naturally had no way of knowing.

When he walked out of the dormitory, the sea of ​​clouds, air, and mist was still surging, and the lotus flowers were floating in the air, with blurred brilliance and beauty.

But the Qilin figure has long since disappeared without a trace.

"It is said in the book that the unicorn is the mount of a saint. I always thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to exist. It's a pity that I didn't witness the real body of the unicorn!"

Jiang Li sighed, without staying too long, strode out of the Confucian Temple, and disappeared into the crowd of onlookers.

"My lord, the presence of the unicorn in this world is an auspicious sign, and this is God's blessing for my great week!"

"It's been a thousand years since Qilin took the place of Wensheng to accept disciples. This kind of thing is too beautiful, and it will become a good story, and it will be passed down for thousands of years!"

"Sage's disciple, who is this person? There is such an astoundingly talented and stunning person among the younger generation of my Great Zhou. In the future, he must be the pillar of the Great Zhou and the pillar of the palace!"

"A test paper on the way of war, which arouses the mind of a sage, what earth-shattering truth and wisdom are written in it!"

"Son of Qilin, this is the real son of Qilin!"

When Jiang Li stepped out of the Confucian Temple, all the civil and military ministers and Mr. Confucian Temple in Mingsheng Temple gradually woke up from the shock of Qilin's appearance.

Everyone knelt down in front of Emperor Jing like a tsunami, congratulating loudly with great excitement.

When the unicorn is in the world, no matter which dynasty it is, it is regarded as an omen of auspiciousness, representing the prosperity of a dynasty to the extreme, and even regarded by the monarch as a symbol of his own virtue.

In the imperial court, among the imperial guards responsible for Emperor Jing's safety, there was one named Qilin Guard.

"Everyone loves to be flat!"

Emperor Jing suppressed the excitement in his heart. Although his breath was deep and his face was solemn, the joy and happiness in his eyes could not be concealed. , bring him to Ming Temple, I want to meet him in person!"

"My lord, I will do it now!"

Zhang Chen'an, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, bowed to accept the order, and hurried out of the hall, leaving Emperor Jing and a group of ministers looking forward, everyone wanted to see the true face of the disciple of the sage, Qilinzi.

Regardless of this young man's background, appearance, and qualifications, his future official career will be smooth sailing, and the family behind him will also be honored and prosperous.

"Holy atonement!"

A moment later, before the figure of Zhang Chen'an, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, appeared in the hall, the sound of panic came from afar.

"Your Majesty, the minister is incompetent. When I arrived on horseback with the officials from the Ministry of Rites, the disciples of the saint had already handed in their papers and left for a long time!"

Zhang Chen'an hurriedly ran into the hall, and knelt down in front of Emperor Jing.

"already left?"

Emperor Jing was slightly surprised, but then he was a little sullen, and reprimanded: "The disciple of the sage has left, what's the use of you coming back to report, since you know which family he is from, just send someone to invite him!"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this minister came back to invite someone!" Zhang Chenan panted heavily, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You mean, the disciple of the sage is a son of Ai Qing's mansion present!"

Emperor Jing was startled when he heard the words, and then Long Yan was delighted: "Chen'an, tell me quickly, whose family is the disciple of the sage!"

As soon as this remark came out, many civil and military ministers present at the same time lifted their spirits.

Dazhou Chonger Lang's heirs, unless the ministers present have a hidden disease that cannot be known to outsiders, no house will have dozens of heirs.

Naturally, there are not a few people who have heirs to participate in this martial arts.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the disciple of the sage is none other than the son of Zhenwuhou, Jiang Li!"

Zhang Chen'an looked at Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong, his face was full of envy, and he congratulated loudly: "Zhenwuhou is worthy of being the backbone of my Great Zhou's martial arts, the tiger father has no dogs, and he has cultivated a saint's disciple for the Holy One, the Great Zhou Qilin! "

"What, he is the son of Marquis Zhenwu!"

"Jiang Li? So it's him!"

"I should have thought a long time ago that the one who can offer three reckless strategies for the Holy One is an ordinary person!"

Qi Qi, the important ministers present, was startled, and with all kinds of complicated eyes, Qi Qi looked at the Shangshu of the Ministry of War and Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Zhenwu!
"what!"

Jiang Shirong's hard face, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, can't help being moved at this moment.

His long and narrow eyes suddenly opened, and an unknown aura burst out from his tall body like a god and demon, soaring straight into the sky, shaking the world.

In the depths of the pupils, the monstrous killing array composed of countless phantoms of knives and guns is also spinning violently at this moment, as if it is about to break through the sky and strangle everything.

"Jiang Li, how could it be him!"

Clenching his fists tightly, Jiang Shirong turned his head sharply, looking at the small hut under the center of Wenqi Wuhai, his face was gloomy and uncertain, but his eyes slowly narrowed.

(End of this chapter)