The Central Plains reused martial artists from the previous dynasties until the Dayue Dynasty used martial arts to rejuvenate the country to improve the status of martial artists, and after hundreds of years of inheritance, the status of martial artists gradually overwhelmed the literati.

Although this move made Dayue's national strength soar until it swept the world and unified the Central Plains, the side effects it could bring were also not small.

As the saying goes, 'show talent rebels, ten years will not succeed', literati hold a pen in their hands, and most of them are smart people, except for a few words of scolding behind their backs, it will not have much impact on those in power.

And the warriors are holding knives in their hands, and most of them are reckless men who are 'angry and blood-spattered for five steps', and it is common for a person to kill officials and rebel if he does not go well.

When today's son succeeded to the throne, the Dayue Dynasty had become a ranger, and the family of rivers and lakes that had been inherited for hundreds of years even reached the point of despising royal power.

The conflict between them eventually led to the 'Iron Eagle Deer Hunt', which almost destroyed a generation of Jianghu people, and the warriors relented a little and settled a little more to themselves.

However, the practice of martial arts has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are many families in Da Yue's martial arts, and it is impossible to reverse it directly, and in the end, he can only prepare for the establishment of the Investigation Department to supervise the rivers and lakes and green forests, maintaining a tacit understanding and balance with each other.

Practicing martial arts does not mean that you are considered a martial artist if you play a set of Wang Baquan at home, just like the modern 'Wing Chun and Tai Chi', there are more factions than literati, most of them are teachers and apprentices, fathers and sons, and each family has a different style of play.

The children of wealthy families have famous teachers and professors, such as Xu Buling, who can collect all kinds of secret boxing and knife books, but the children of the poor family naturally do not have this ability, and they do not have the talent to worship famous artists, so the only choice is to go to the martial arts hall to learn art.

Chang'an City is the capital of the Great Yue Kingdom, because the streets used to be full of rangers, and too frequent private fights would damage the national prestige, so the imperial court planned all the martial arts halls to Hutai Street in Changle Fang.

The martial arts hall is definitely not as good as the orderly inheritance of the Jianghu family, most of them are registered apprentices of famous teachers, and their status is not very high. But those who rushed to open a martial arts hall in the capital to teach their disciples are definitely not bad.

The twelve martial arts halls on Hutai Street are all masters with unique skills, and they have not changed since the founding of the country before Jiazi.

If you want to stand firm, you have to take half of the other martial arts halls down, this is the rule of the Jianghu people.

The winter night was bitterly cold and windy, and the streets of Hutai were sparsely populated, and only the protégés of each family patrolled around with knives.

The warriors are all temperamental, the civil officials can't learn the same set, and the discipline is too strict and the sharpness is reduced, so there is no fast arrest of officers and soldiers on this street, as long as they don't kill people casually, the court basically won't care.

In a big mansion at the end of the long street, Gongsun Lu walked out of the guest room with a little helplessness on his face:

"This time it's my father who doesn't take good care of me, Brother Zhu doesn't have to take it to heart, this kind of thing will never happen in the future......"

Next to Gongsun Lu was a slender young man, with extremely long arms and calluses on his fingers, dressed in a black robe, with a bit of gloom between his eyebrows, it was Zhu Chenglie, the eldest son of Zhu Manlong, who sat in the Iron Claw Gate.

Hearing Gongsun Lu's words, Zhu Chenglie sighed: "There is no disaster in vain, and you should be unlucky this time." Pity my junior brothers, they died before they left the school......"

Gongsun Lu nodded, but he didn't want to say more. Half a month ago, the case of Fumanlou's private salt was finally suppressed, and the price was that Zhu Manlong handed over a few apprentices to carry the black cauldron and entered the dungeon of the Investigation Department to wait for his fate.

Zhu Manlong's ability Gongsun Lu knows, more than ten years ago he came to Chang'an alone, with a hand of eagle claws to lay down the six martial arts halls to stand firm in Hutai Street, to this day the protégés have been all over Chang'an, and even the wolf guards have many people who are Zhu Manlong's apprentices, and they have a great influence around Dayefang.

Zhu Chenglie is the eldest son of Zhu Manlong, he has a true inheritance, he is also very active, and he is friends with Gongsun Lu. After taking the silver for so many years, he didn't help this time, and Gongsun Lu was a little reluctant.

However, the matter has passed, and it is useless to say more, and after a few polite words, Gongsun Lu resigned from the martial arts hall.

Zhu Chenglie sent Gongsun Lu out of the mansion, stood under the bronzing signboard and watched, until Gongsun Lu's horse disappeared at the end of the street, his face gradually became gloomy, and he snorted lightly:

"Just eating and not doing anything, I have raised it for so many years."

In the martial arts hall of Nuoda, two martial artists walked out, holding their arms with a little contempt:

"Officials are like this, they treat themselves as a character when they wear tiger skins, they really put them on the rivers and lakes, and they don't deserve to shine Lao Tzu's shoes."

"Yes, the officials and families of Chang'an City, except for the seniors of the Investigation Department and Gonggong Jia in the palace, the others are all in a group, and they have a powerful mouth."

When Zhu Chenglie heard this, he raised his hand: "Don't be so crazy, how many masters have been hidden in the imperial court, I saw it ten years ago, even Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain have been beaten and closed the mountain gates, and our line is not enough." ”

As he spoke, he entered the martial arts hall, followed by two martial artists, one of whom frowned and said:

"Fumanlou went wrong, lost a lot of income, and the owner of the museum was not light. The father and son of Gongsun are unreliable, and they don't dare to bring the freight over for a while. ”

Zhu Chenglie walked with his hands behind his back and thought for a moment: "Let's bring the freight first, Li Gongzi and I have a good relationship on Kuishou Street, I can go and say hello to Li Gongzi in a few days." ”

When the martial artists heard this, they all nodded, and they were a lot relieved - Kuishou Street was full of princes and generals, and there were seven in the palace alone. People who do not occupy the first three rows in the early dynasty will not dare to ride horses and cars when they enter Kuishou Street, and the characters who can live in Kuishou Street are naturally reliable.

The area of the martial arts hall is quite large, the night is deep and the snow is falling, the disciple and protégé have already slept, the martial arts platform in the middle has fallen a thin layer of snow, and several lanterns are hanging under the cornices and shaking, and the line of sight is not very clear.

Zhu Chenglie was about to go back to the room, but out of the corner of his eye, he found something wrong, raised his hand to stop the martial artist's footsteps, and turned his eyes to look, but saw a person sitting on the martial arts stage where the martial arts hall was performing.

Dressed in white, with a hat on his head and his face unclear, he sat on the edge of the martial arts stage, his posture was slightly lazy, with a sword on his shoulder and a wine gourd in his hand.

Zhu Chenglie and the two martial artists' faces sank, and their eyes showed a bit of vigilance.

Hutai Street is full of martial artists, and the masters of each family gather to be on their own, and there is no objection to the net, and it is not easy to come in silently.

After Zhu Chenglie looked at it a few times, he walked down the steps and came to the snowy compound, looking at the man on the stage:

"Who are you? Visiting late at night, what's the point? ”

The man on the stage put down the wine gourd, picked the hat with his slender fingers, exposed his chin, and said in a cold voice:

"What do you care?"

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