Fisherman's Song Dynasty

The sound of heavy drums seems to be beating on people's hearts, and the clear sound of the piano seems to wash everyone's soul, and although no one has ever heard that song, everyone's blood is boiling at this moment stand up.

Zhao Huan stood up excitedly, clenched his hands into fists tightly in his sleeves, he was just timid and cowardly, but as Xu Zizhen said, the blood of the old Zhao family was still there.

Among the envoys from various countries, the faces of the Jin Kingdom and the Tubo Uighurs were not very good-looking, but the brothers and sisters of the Duan family and Mou Xianting Yelufu listened with great interest. As for the officials behind Zhao Huan, they all showed excited expressions without exception. It is Li Gangyong and other mature and stable people who can hardly contain the agitation in their hearts.

"... brighter than the sun!"

The last word of the last sentence fell, but the lingering sound seemed to still reverberate in the martial arts arena, which could not dissipate for a long time, and at this moment Qi Qigao kicked a flying kick, and finally landed firmly on the ground , the left fist protects the waist and the right fist protrudes forward, bows and arrows under the feet, the head is held high, and the face is full of sharpness. With a beautiful movement, the whole set of boxing is ended.

The entire arena was silent, and suddenly Zhao Huan cheered loudly: "Good!"

This sound was like water droplets falling into a boiling oil pan, and it immediately aroused applause like thunder. Whether it was sincerely or in response to Zhao Huan, all the officials applauded vigorously, while the guards in the audience And the Imperial Army clenched their teeth even more, and some even had tears in their eyes.

No one wants to be a subjugated slave, no one wants to be a traitor, even Wang Fu and Liang Shicheng are no exception, it's just that the general situation is over, and they know more about current affairs than others.

Zhao Huan took a few deep breaths, finally calmed down, turned his head to look at Xu Zizhen, and asked with a smile: "Xu Qing, this song is wonderful, the words are simple and straightforward but touching, it is fresh, could it be Xu Zizhen?" Sir, can’t you do it? Do you have a name for the poem?”

Xu Zizhen replied respectfully: "Back to the official's house, I have shown my shame. This word is not written according to the conventional Ci board. It is a new casual word form. It has a name called "Men should be self-improvement"!"

"Good! What a man should be self-improvement!" Zhao Huan was overjoyed, and praised without words, but just after a few compliments, he found that Wan Yanchang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his heart skipped a beat, and he stopped talking .

The lyrics in Xu Zizhen's song are easy to understand, and everyone can tell that it is inspiring the hearts of the people. Under the current situation, Song people are naturally excited when they hear it, but Jin people are not happy.

Zhao Huan laughed dryly and stopped talking, all the officials also keenly sensed something was wrong, and all of them closed their mouths, but to their surprise, Wan Yanchang suddenly laughed, clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, it really is a good song Good words and good punches, this civil and military academy opened my eyes." After speaking, he turned to the Tubo envoy beside him, "General Nuqi, what do you think?"

The Tubo envoy was the skinny man with gloomy eyes that Xu Zizhen saw. He didn't give Zhao Huan any face at all, and said coldly: "I don't understand the songs of the Song Dynasty. This fist move? It's just a show of fists and embroidered legs."

Nuqi's voice was transmitted directly from the stage to the audience, and everyone in the field could hear it clearly. The martial arts fighters had stopped their momentum and stood in line again, with their hands behind their backs, and they were full of energy. Everyone's eyes were full of anger during the conversation, and even the female students next to them all showed dissatisfaction.

Hundreds of officials secretly looked at each other, and the Tubo envoys began to provoke. Sure enough, today's visit was turbulent, and it was not that simple.

At almost the same moment, everyone's eyes were on Xu Zizhen. They all knew that Xu Zizhen had a bad temper, and those who provoked him would never end well. But today, Shengjia is here, and there are so many envoys. If he dares to turn his face in public There must be no good end, but if he doesn't turn his face, wouldn't it give others a chance to step on him?

But Xu Zizhen turned a blind eye to these gazes, and saluted Zhao Huan still with a smile on his face: "Official, it's rare for you to come to see me in person, sorry for my boldness, please meet with all the students in our academy and say a few hadiths." ?”

Zhao Huan's high-pitched heart was instantly relieved, and he praised Xu Zizhen for his general understanding. If he really turned his back on the spot and fought with the Tubo envoys, Wan Yanchang would definitely help Tubo, and it would be difficult for him then.

Thinking of this, he quickly nodded and said: "This discussion is very good, it is confirmed."

"Thank you, official!" Xu Zizhen thanked loudly, then turned his head and gestured to the audience.

Soon the east and west doors opened wide, and students filed in one by one, just like the female martial arts students. They all wore uniform clothes, Confucian shirts and cloth boots, but no one wore a headscarf, because they were the same as the martial arts students. All of them kept their hair cut. Although they were not as sharp as those martial arts, they had a special temperament.

"Students welcome the holy driver, long live long live long live!"

Confucian scholars also lined up in a square formation when they came to the arena. Martial arts students lined up on their left, and female scholars lined up on their right. A total of more than [-] people went down to worship the mountain at the same time and shouted long live.

Zhao Huan smiled and waved his hands: "Get up, you won't have to bow down today."

"Thank you, official!"

As all the male and female students got up and stood up, Zhao Huan became more and more delighted as he looked at it, he turned his head and asked, "What do you guys think of my college?"

All the officials were flattered, but in fact, most of them were speaking from their hearts. The change of Yingtian Academy to the Civil and Military Dual-education version surprised the world, but now after they visited the scene, they felt that such a change seemed like Really good.

Suddenly, an extremely discordant voice came into everyone's ears lukewarmly.

"But that's it, as I said just now, martial arts are nothing more than flamboyant fists and embroidered legs, are you literary... Huh! You are a scholar who is useless, not to mention what these delicate girls can do."

The sound of praise stopped abruptly, and all eyes were focused on one person, the Tubo envoy Nuqi, with the same disdainful expression on his face.

At the next moment, all eyes were subconsciously turned to Xu Zizhen, but at this moment Wan Yanchang spoke again, and he said with a smile: "General Nuqi, this is the No. [-] Academy of Song Dynasty, what you said is a bit inappropriate .”

Everyone was taken aback, Wan Yanchang would speak for Xu Zizhen?Is this a ghost?

Only Xu Zizhen remained the same with a smile on his face, because he knew that Wan Yanchang's second move was coming.

Sure enough, as soon as Wan Yanchang finished speaking, the situation changed: "Since this place is called a civil and martial arts college, the students in it are naturally talented in both civil and martial arts. You can't tell the depth just by looking at their faces."

Nuzzi said, "I don't believe it."

Wan Yanchang narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fat fox: "Does General Nuqi still want to try their skills?"

Nu Qi's gloomy eyes drifted to Xu Zizhen: "That's exactly what I mean."