The prince is very fierce

The Central Plains began to focus on the use of warriors in the previous dynasties, until the Dayue Dynasty used martial arts to rejuvenate the country and improve the status of warriors. After hundreds of years of inheritance, the status of warriors gradually overshadowed the literati.

Although this move greatly increased Dayue's national power until it swept the world and unified the Central Plains, the side effects it brought were also considerable.

As the saying goes, "It takes ten years for a scholar to rebel." The literati have pens in their hands, and most of them are smart people. Apart from nodding behind their backs and swearing a few words, they cannot have much influence on those in power.

But what warriors hold in their hands is a sword, and most of them are reckless men who are like "when a man is angry, blood will be splashed five steps away". It is common for someone to kill an official and rebel if he doesn't get his way.

After today's emperor succeeded to the throne, the Dayue Dynasty has become a knight-errant spirit, which has been passed down for hundreds of years to the Jianghu family, even to the point of despising the royal power.

The conflict between them eventually led to the "Iron Eagle Hunting" that almost destroyed a generation of Jianghu people. The warriors restrained themselves and became a little more content.

However, the style of martial arts has been passed down for hundreds of years. Dayue established a country with martial arts and a large family, so it was impossible to directly reverse it. In the end, he could only build the Criminal Investigation Department to monitor the rivers and lakes, maintaining a tacit understanding and balance with each other.

Practicing martial arts does not mean that you are a martial artist just by playing a set of Wang Ba Quan at home. Just like modern Wing Chun and Tai Chi, there are more sects than literati schools. Most of them are masters and apprentices, fathers and sons. Everyone's playing styles are different.

Children from rich families have famous teachers and professors, such as Xu Buling, who can collect all kinds of secret boxing and sword manuals. However, children from poor families naturally do not have this ability, and they do not have the talent to become a famous master. The only option is to go to a martial arts school to learn art.

Chang'an City was the capital of the Dayue Kingdom. Because the streets were once full of knights and private fights were too frequent and undermined the country's prestige, the imperial court planned all martial arts schools to be located on Hutai Street in Changlefang.

The martial arts school is definitely not as good as the well-ordered martial arts families. Most of them are registered apprentices of famous masters, and their status is not very high. But those who rush to open a martial arts school in the capital to teach disciples are definitely not bad at it.

The twelve martial arts gyms on Hutai Street are all masters with unique skills. They have not changed since the founding of the country before Jiazi. You can go to one of the martial arts schools and only if you can establish yourself in Hutai Street can you be qualified to open a martial arts gym.

If you want to stand firm, you have to defeat other martial arts schools by half. This is the rule of the Jianghu people.

The winter night was bitterly cold, and there were only a few people on Hutai Street. Only disciples from various schools patrolled around with knives.

Military men have bad tempers and cannot learn from civilian officials, and strict control also reduces their spirit. Therefore, there are no police officers and soldiers on this street. As long as they don't kill people casually, the court will basically not interfere.

In a large house at the end of the long street, Gongsun Lu walked out of the guest room with a bit of helplessness on his face:

"My father didn't take good care of me this time. Brother Zhu, don't take it seriously. This kind of thing will never happen in the future..."

Next to Gongsun Lu is a slender young man with extremely long arms and calloused fingers. He is wearing a black robe and has a hint of gloom between his brows. He is Zhu Chenglie, the eldest son of Zhu Manlong who sits in the iron claw gate.

Hearing Gongsun Lu's words, Zhu Chenglie sighed: "It's no coincidence that this is unlucky. It's pity that my junior brothers died before they even left the army..."

Gongsun Lu nodded, but it was hard to say more. Half a month ago, the Fumanlou salt smuggling case was finally suppressed. The price was that Zhu Manlong handed over several apprentices to take the blame and went to the dungeon of the Criminal Investigation Department to wait for punishment.

Gongsun Lu knew Zhu Manlong's abilities. He came to Chang'an alone more than ten years ago, and with his eagle claws, he knocked down six martial arts schools and stood firm on Hutai Street. Today, he has disciples all over Chang'an, even among the Wolf Guards. Many of them are Zhu Manlong's disciples, and they are very influential around Dayefang.

Zhu Chenglie is the eldest son of Zhu Manlong. He has received a true inheritance and is also very lively. He is considered a good friend of Gongsun Lu. After taking money for so many years, Gongsun Lu felt a little sorry that he couldn't help this time.

But the matter has already passed, and there is no point in talking more. After Gongsun Lu said a few polite words, he said goodbye and left the martial arts hall.

Zhu Chenglie saw Gongsun Lu out of the house and stood under the gilded signboard to watch. It wasn't until Gongsun Lu's horse disappeared at the end of the street that his face gradually darkened and he snorted lightly:

"All you eat and do nothing, you have raised for so many years in vain."

In Nuo Da's martial arts hall, two martial arts masters came out, crossing their arms with a bit of contempt:

"Officials are all like this. They treat themselves like a nobody even though they are wearing tiger skin. If they are really put in the world, they are not worthy of polishing my shoes."

"Yes, the official families in Chang'an City, except for the seniors in the Detective Department and Eunuch Jia in the palace, the rest are all wimps, and they only have one mouth to talk about."

When Zhu Chenglie heard this, he raised his hand: "Don't be so crazy. It was revealed ten years ago how many masters the imperial court has hidden. Even Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain were beaten and closed. Our profession is not enough." "

As he spoke, he entered the martial arts hall, followed closely by two martial arts masters. One of them frowned and said:

"Something went wrong in Fuman Building, which caused a huge loss of profits. The owner of the hall is very angry. Gongsun and his son are unreliable. They won't dare to deliver the goods for a while. What do you think of the arrangement, Master?"

Zhu Chenglie walked with his hands behind his back and thought for a moment: "Bring the freight here first. Mr. Li from Kuishou Street and I have a good relationship. I will just go and say hello to Mr. Li in a few days."

When the martial arts masters heard this, they all nodded and felt a lot relieved - all the people living in Kuishou Street were princes and generals, and there were seven in the palace alone. People who don't occupy the first three rows in the morning meeting don't dare to ride horses and ride in Kuishou Street. People who can live in Kuishou Street are naturally reliable.

The martial arts hall is quite large. It is late at night and snowing heavily. The disciples have already gone to bed. A thin layer of snow has fallen on the martial arts stage in the middle. Several lanterns are hanging under the eaves and swaying, so the view is not very clear.

Zhu Chenglie was about to go back to his room, but he noticed something wrong with the corner of his eye. He raised his hand to stop the martial artist. He looked around and saw a person sitting on the martial arts stage in the martial arts hall.

He was wearing white clothes and a hat on his head, so his face could not be seen clearly. He sat on the edge of the martial arts stage with a slightly lazy posture, a sword on his shoulder, and a wine gourd in his hand.

Zhu Chenglie and the two martial artists looked gloomy, and their eyes showed a bit of vigilance.

The streets of Hutai were full of martial artists. The masters of each family gathered to guard against each other. It was a dragnet, and it was not easy to get in silently.

After taking a few glances, Zhu Chenglie walked down the steps and came to the courtyard covered with falling snow. He looked at the man on the martial arts stage:

"Who are you? What brings you here so late at night?"

The man on the martial arts stage put down his wine gourd, raised his hat with his slender fingers, and said in a cold voice:

"What's your business?"

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