The Tang Dynasty was still martial, and the status of soldiers was much higher than that of the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties thereafter. In the early stage, when the government military system was implemented, the sons of good families joined the army, and the quality of the soldiers was high, the combat achievements were excellent, and the status of the soldiers was correspondingly high. After the destruction of the Juntian system, the government military system collapsed, the state changed to a conscription system, the status of soldiers was reduced, and the recruits regarded being a soldier as a profession, and the employment relationship between soldiers and the state, the loyalty of soldiers was poor, and the quality of soldiers was uneven.

But one advantage is that it's relatively easy to join the military, and there are not so many rules and regulations.

Otherwise, the owner of the noodle restaurant would not have to spit indiscriminately and fool Li Mao to make a contribution and become famous.

If it had been two years ago, Li Mao might have really agreed to the noodle shop owner to join the army, so that he would have a place to settle down, and he would no longer have to hide in Tibet and be afraid. Although he has no connections in the army and no one to support him, Li Mao believes that he can also earn his head with his fists and feet.

He was born in a small isolated mountain village in Longnan, Gansu Province, less than three miles away from his home, there is a temple that is said to have been built in the middle of the Tang Dynasty.

When Li Mao was four years old, he had a strange illness, and a good person suddenly became demented, and he didn't know how to eat and dress, and he didn't even know his parents. His family sent him to the township health center, but the health center was helpless, and he was sent to the county hospital, which was helpless, and then went to the provincial hospital, but still could not find out the cause.

The people in the village were superstitious, and some people calculated that the feng shui of the old Li family was not good, and he was targeted by the little ghosts in the underworld, and persuaded Li Mao's parents to send him to the temple on the mountain and hand him over to the monks as apprentices. The little ghost in the underworld has the courage to enter the private house to cause trouble, but he definitely does not dare to enter the temple, maybe he will be cured.

With the intention of becoming a dead horse as a live horse doctor, his parents sent him up the mountain. A miracle appeared, and in less than half a month after entering the temple, Li Mao regained his former wisdom and dexterity. The presiding monk of the temple, Monk Tzuyun, told Li Mao's parents that Li Mao's body was weak and his nature was active, so that his mental strength was exhausted, his qi and blood were greatly lost, and his mind was chaotic. He asked Li Mao to stay in the temple and practice Buddhism with him and slowly regulate his body.

From the age of four to eight, Li Mao spent his time in the temple on the mountain behind the village. His master, the monk Tsz Yun, played an excellent short-inch tiger boxing, which is one of the ancient tiger boxing, which pays attention to the strength of the square inch to defeat the enemy, which is somewhat similar to the Wing Chun in the southern boxing.

The short-inch tiger fist moves are simple and clumsy, and the power is fierce, but it is not easy to cultivate, and it is difficult to see the effect without twenty or thirty years of hard work, and in this society where people's hearts are becoming more and more impetuous, there are very few people who are willing to spend twenty or thirty years practicing a martial art.

Li Mao is active by nature, but because of physical reasons, he was restrained by Monk Tzuyun, and he has been with the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha for many years, and slowly grinds out a different heart.

Monk Tzuyun was old at that time, and he felt that his time was short, and he was worried that his stunt would be lost, because he couldn't find a better choice, so he pinned his hopes on Li Mao, taught him everything, never hid his selfishness, and supervised strictly, hoping that he could become a talent as soon as possible and inherit his mantle.

At the age of eight, due to the intervention of the local government, Li Mao had to temporarily "return to the customs" to receive nine years of compulsory education. But as soon as school was out every day, he went straight to the temple to practice martial arts with Monk Tzu Yun. In the 12 years from elementary school to high school, Li Mao continued to practice hard through thick and thin, and by the time he graduated from junior college at the age of 20, he had already practiced a short inch tiger boxing.

With a good kung fu, Li Mao went south and north, really opened a lot of eyes, he worked in a factory, sold barbecue on the street, resold foreign wine, and even worked as a martial artist in the film and television base, because of good kung fu, slowly showed his talents, film appointments continued, income increased steadily, just when the career was smooth sailing, step by step, suddenly came the bad news that the monk Ciyun was critically ill, Li Mao ran thousands of miles back to his hometown, and finally failed to see the last face of the teacher.

It was pouring rain that day, and he stood for a long time in front of the dead wood pavilion where the master meditated every day, thinking a lot. After dealing with the aftermath of the monk Ciyun, Li Mao did not return to the film and television base, he found a job as a security guard in a city not far from his hometown, although the salary was meager, but Li Mao was very satisfied, his plan was to take root in this city where the martial atmosphere was still strong, and establish a martial arts training class, carry forward the short inch tiger boxing, in order to comfort the master's spirit in the sky.

As for the crossing, it was a complete accident, and Li Mao never complained about it, because the monk Tzu Yun had taught him that the way of martial arts was to be in Shuntian, and if there was any, it would be used, and if it was not, it would be convenient. Being a man is the same, people should act according to the mandate of heaven, borrow it if they have power, and do not demand it from heaven, there are people who live wonderfully in any world, and there are poor and pathetic people in any world. People may not go with the flow and be muddy, but it is always not wrong to adapt to the times and seek a place to live.

With a foundation of short-inch tiger boxing, Li Mao is confident that practicing cold weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds should be able to get twice the result with half the effort, and it should be easier to stand out after joining the army.

In the era of cold weapons, the battlefield is extremely cruel, thousands of soldiers face to face, slashing, axe chopping, spearing, arrows, everything is used, a battle down, the casualty rate of low-level officers and ordinary soldiers is high and terrifying, although the strength of individual martial arts can not play a decisive role on the battlefield, but there is better than nothing, strong is always better than weak.

But these are all things of the past, and now Li Mao is already the right middle marquis of Zuojin Wuwei, to be precise, he is already a middle-level officer of the Royal Praetorian Guard, and he is carrying out combat readiness tasks in Gushan Town, Ziqing Road.

"Haha, thank you for the master's mention, I want to go to the city to try my luck first, but there is really no way out, and then follow your instructions to go to the army to serve the country." Li Mao got up and arched his hand to Yang Qi, ready to leave.

"Well, where are you going?" Yang Qi stretched out his hand to grab Li Mao.

"What are you doing?!" Li Mao's brows tightened, very unhappy. He has been practicing for nearly 20 years in short-inch tiger boxing, which pays attention to the size of the place to see the true chapter, close to the enemy is to break the enemy, and break the enemy first to get close, so it is very taboo for others to get close to him.

"Me? Hey, don't be too careful. Yang Qi was sweating profusely when he ate Li Mao's drink, and he couldn't understand why the other party reacted so much, "I don't mean anything else." Recently, there have been a gang of bandits in the county, the government has set up cards everywhere, and the intersection is extremely strict. ”

Li Mao shook his head, Lu Yin didn't have it, but the official certificate did, but unfortunately he didn't bring it with him. This is the boundary of Jiyin County, and if you really want to be caught by the recruiters, although there will be no trouble, it will inevitably be a trouble.

"No, don't worry, don't mess around."

Yang Qi sprinkled salt foam in the boiling water while pointing to a table in the middle: "The tea will be ready immediately, you just sit there, it will be dark in an hour, and it will not be too late for you to leave when the county official has withdrawn the card." ”

The proposal was good, and Li Mao readily accepted it.

Maybe it was because of the water, Yang Qi's fried tea was bitter and unpalatable, and Li Mao only took a sip and put it down. Seeing this, Yang Qi hurriedly brought a pot of wine over, and said with a smile: "After the summer, the rain is too much, the river water is the well water, the water is a little bitter, you are afraid that you are not used to drinking it, try the rice wine brewed by the small shop, and keep it sweet and silky You love to drink." ”

Li Mao smiled: "I don't have any money." ”

Yang Qi said: "Hey, the private wine brewed by yourself is not taxed and worthless, so it should be given away for nothing." ”

Li Mao said: "You can't ask for money if you give it away for nothing, I don't drink a lot." ”

Yang Qi pointed to the corner of the earthen wall: "See, two large urns, how much can you drink?" ”

Li Mao smiled faintly, picked up the wine bowl and tasted it, the wine was soft and mellow, and there was some sweetness. A pot of wine for three taels, Li Mao saw the bottom in a few sips, put the empty wine jug in front of Yang Qi, Yang Qi said: "Good girl, monk, you were kicked out of the temple for stealing wine and drinking, right?" Li Mao smiled: "Talk is counted, add wine." Yang Qi made three or five trips in a row, and seeing that Li Mao drank more and more, he simply took a clay pot and scooped it over, and said to Li Mao: "I, Yang Qi, am a good talker, and I don't charge a penny for the wine money, but don't get drunk and go out and say that I make private wine, causing me to squat in the class room." ”

Li Mao answered, took a bowl and scooped wine to drink. This wine is not high in alcohol, sweet in the mouth, and has a long aftertaste. The more Li Mao drank, the smoother he tasted, and before he knew it, the clay pot had bottomed out again!

For a while, the strength of the wine surged, Li Mao's eyes straightened, and he waved his hands and shouted: "There is stamina, there is stamina." The bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and he himself lay on the table with a "bang", not moving.

Yang Qiwang, who was cleaning up chores on the side, saw that Li Mao was drunk, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stepped forward to check the clay pot, and was shocked, hated and distressed for a while. Exhaled, Yang Qi piled up a smile on his face, leaned over and gently patted Li Mao's shoulder, and called out: "Hey, big man, wake up, wake up." ”

After screaming a few times, but Li Mao didn't respond, the shopkeeper quietly slipped out the door, looked around, and closed the door when he turned around......