From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

As the saying goes: Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk.

But there is another sentence that was also lost in danger.

One tenth of the time is sought, nine tenths of the time is lost.

Good advice is hard to give, so as soon as the national war showed signs of ending, a caravan set out from Jiangnan Road and headed north, carrying a large number of exquisite Suzhou and Hangzhou brocades and fine porcelain. Border trade had stagnated for more than a month, and the powerful people in Beimang did not mind paying a slightly higher price to meet the demand.

The Zoujiang Gang has the support of the Lu family, the only remaining one among the top ten powerful families. Ever since Lu Shengxiang was promoted to the position of Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, the Lu family has shown signs of regrouping. This has made the Zoujiang Gang thrive in the south, and even after crossing the Guangling River, they are still respected by all parties.

The Xuan-zi-hao priest of the Lu family personally accompanied this team of up to 300 people, among whom were some scholars who were going out to travel and see the scenery beyond the Great Wall. This was a regular part of the Confucian disciples' practice of traveling thousands of miles.

When passing by Hengshui County, the leader of the Zoujiang Gang went to the upper city to pick up a young boy. The old gang leader had sent him a letter asking him to take care of him, and he took it to heart.

The Lu family's priest did not comment on this. He was a second-rank swordsman and had already traveled around the country. Although the number of first-rank immortals has been booming in recent years, they are still very rare. With his level of cultivation, it is more than enough for him to travel around the world. Even if he is a fourth-rank warrior, it is unlikely that an accident will happen as long as he does not rush around recklessly.

The team of more than 300 people continued to set off. Halfway through, they encountered a group of Yunhui soldiers who were extorting money. Someone said nothing. If it were him, he would never let them go without skinning them twice. There were armies everywhere on the east and west fronts, but only the central line had the most prosperous trade.

"You guys can love each other next time."

The cavalry sergeant weighed the bag of money in his hand, rode away with his comrades, as these had to be paid as tributes to higher authorities. The Yunhui Army consisted of 40,000 infantry and cavalry, and the amount of food, fodder and weapons allocated by the court was sufficient, but it was short of half of the required military pay. As for what went wrong, it was obvious.

This was when the emperor was paying attention to the great victory in Jibei.

The team was as lively as ever and was not disturbed by the appearance of the cavalry. Since the Zou Jiang Gang dared to show up and had the support of a wealthy family, they must have some skills. Not to mention the Xuan-hao priest, the gang leader had a third-rank combat power, and there were 150 gang members, one-third of whom were wearing iron armor that should have belonged to the Jiangnan Dao soldiers. All fifty soldiers were equipped with bows and crossbows.

"It is said that during the Qin Dynasty, it was a capital crime for civilians to privately possess armor, let alone such a large number."

An old man on horseback approached someone, followed by a middle-aged man with a sword in his arms.

"Why does your mask only cover the upper half of your face?"

"Because I need to eat." Jiang Yuan answered perfunctorily, and casually turned a page of the Martial Arts Record on horseback. The words on the phantom of the Arhat's golden body slowly increased, and his body grew taller little by little.

Old man: "..."

This makes sense.

The old man turned around, and the middle-aged man gathered the line to transmit the message.

"I can only see that he is a congenital sword embryo."

"What does this mean?"

"It's hard to tell how talented he is. It's strange."

"First rank?"

"As long as he holds the sword and is willing, it is likely that he can reach any realm he wants."

"The way of the sword is truly mysterious."

"No, he's just weird."

The middle-aged man, who was regarded as a dull person by his peers in the sect, only showed sufficient patience in front of the old man.

As if he had sensed the other party's indifference, the old man thought for a while, then he saw the posture of the little man on the book from afar, and then he suddenly realized.

"My dear friend, I have a copy of Red Sleeves Moves here. It is said to be the secret manual of martial arts of Han Shengxuan, the tenth-highest martial artist in the world. It is also the best martial arts of the Imperial Palace. I have a predestined relationship with you today, so I would rather give it to you than let it lie in obscurity."

The middle-aged man looked normal. The Red Sleeve Technique was one of the fundamental skills of the holy land Forbidden City Villa. After practicing the mysterious finger technique, millions of red lines appeared like sleeves. It was best at cutting off the connection between heaven and man. Twenty years ago, when the Spring and Autumn Period was unified, the King of Northern Liang rode his horse into the world, and the Forbidden City Villa no longer existed. Half of the kung fu secrets were kept in Tingchao Pavilion, and the other half were stored in the imperial palace. Only eunuchs could practice this Red Sleeve Technique.

In front of the two of them, Jiang Yuan ate the ancient book, leaving only the cover blank.

Old man: “…” Good appetite.

Middle-aged man: "..."

It's really strange.

"I'm not at the celestial realm." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

The old man's smile was a little awkward. There was a bit of the county magistrate's luck on the secret book, which was essentially a gift, but if a master got it, it would inevitably reveal the "secret".

"You are in the celestial realm." Jiang Yuan said again.

The middle-aged man drew his sword halfway, but the old man held it down with his hand.

One of the five major sects in Beimang, Qijian Yuefu.

The old man is the Grand Lord Taiping Ling.

The middle-aged man’s real name is Sun Shaopu, the master of the Sword Mansion, who is good at swordsmanship. Because the Taiping Order said that there were no swords in Beimang, he deliberately changed his name to Huang Qing, which means the gap between the old and the new.

This sect is a little peculiar. It is named after 621 ci tune names recognized by the world. In other words, there are 621 people in Qijian Yuefu, among which six ci tune names are the most precious. Both of them are one of them. In this generation, Han Gu became the Crown Princess of Beimang, and Tuoba Qiyun, the eldest son of Tuoba Bodhisattva, got the Busuanzi.

"What do you mean, young friend?" Taiping Ling was puzzled.

Jiang Yuan was too lazy to answer this question. After he left the city, he was waiting for Jie Shuai's siege. But now it seems that it has nothing to do with the two of them. Tai Ping Ling is about to become the imperial teacher of Beimang, but before that, his head is worthless. As for Beimang and Liyang, a real national war might break out because of this. Not only does he not intend to stop it, he actually wants to add fuel to the flames.

"I will teach him sword skills, and you will give him the essentials of Confucianism and Taoism."

The man who had always been serious smiled for the first time.

Taiping Ling was shocked. Who in the entire Northern Mang dared to teach Huang Qing a sword? Even Li Chungang. Deng Tai'a was only better in swordsmanship, but there was no difference in their fundamental intentions.

Jiang Yuan used his fingernail to scratch a white mark on the cover of the Red Sleeves Secret Manual, and then cut off a corner with an oxtail knife.

"The sword master and the sword servant made a difference in thought. The first person who held the sword held the sword in the same way. That's all."

Huang Qing loosened his hand holding the sword and raised it up to catch it.

"how to use."

“You’ll know when you’re about to die.”

On the other side, Taiping Ling took out a copy of the Confucian classic "The Analects of Confucius" from his bag, which was the first time he copied it in his life. Just like the cover, one has to rely on understanding to gain something.

A transaction with no immediate profit or loss was completed quickly.

The three continued to ride their horses and blend into the team.

"Why do you wear a knife instead of a sword, young friend?"

"Do not want to."

Taiping Ling was silent for a while. This guy was really difficult to communicate with, but it seemed that every word he said made sense.

Huang Qing held up the cover paper high, but still couldn't see anything against the sun. He admitted that someone's talent with swordsmanship was at least far superior to his own, so there must be some mystery in it... right?

Jiang Yuan flipped the book left and right while riding on horseback. In the future of the original world line, Xuanyuan Jingcheng of Huishan read a book and found a land immortal. Although the luck of Confucianism was basically in Zhang Fuyao, who lived for 800 years, resulting in the Confucian saints of later generations often being fleeting, it is undeniable that this path is unique.

In addition, it is worth noting that the restoration of Western Chu and the Taiping Order's march to the north both occurred several years earlier than expected.

(End of this chapter)