Early morning.

The south gate of the capital has just opened, and the people waiting outside the gate have begun to enter the city one after another.

Recently, there has been a marked increase in the number of people coming to Beijing from all over the world.

Among these people were a large number of traveling merchants, and in second place were many elegantly dressed scholars.

Then there are some men and women dressed in strong suits and rivers and lakes.

In the crowd, several swordsmen dressed in short clothes and carrying short knives lined up with a somewhat restrained expression, ready to enter the city.

These people were obviously a group, the first was an old man with a goatee, and several young men were closely followed by his side, all with the wind and frost of the northwest desert.

"Master, this is the capital? It's a little similar to Xijing, tsk, I just don't know if the entry tax is more or less than Xijing. A rather heroic young man said behind the old man while looking at the walls of the capital.

The old man's eyes widened, and he scolded in a low voice:

"Silence! Later, you will have to collect the blades, and everything will be under the orders of the teacher! ”

As he spoke, he reached out and touched a bag of silver coins in his arms.

They come from a fifth-rate Jianghu sect in the northwest, although it is a small sect, there are only a few dozen people in the door, but the knife skills of the Desert Dao Gate have always been wide open and closed, and their actions are also quite chivalrous, so they are also somewhat famous in the northwest martial arts.

Especially the master of the door, that is, this old man Leng Shahai, who is very good at using the desert sword technique in one hand, and is already a master of the eight grades of martial arts.

And they had also entered the big city of Xijing before, but that Xijing was controlled by the Gongsun clan, and they had to pay a lot of entry tax when they entered the city, and the tax was collected according to the capitation, and at the same time, everyone who entered the city had to be searched, and those with blades must be handed over, and they could only be taken away when they left the city.

When I went to Xijing City a few years ago, Modaomen suffered a big loss, and all the steel knives in their hands were handed over, but what they returned was a few rusty and tattered firewood knives.

wanted to get back his good sword, but was surrounded by the private regiment of the Gongsun clan, and pointed at it with a strong bow and a crossbow.

In the end, Leng Shahai said good things with a smile on his face, and paid a lot of money, so they escaped from the desert knife gate and spent a lot of money to redeem their own blades.

At this time, I heard from the gatekeeper of the Xijing City that it was because they did not pay homage in advance that they had this one.

Because of this, Leng Shahai remembers this incident particularly deeply.

At this time, he was about to enter the capital, so he hurriedly took a bag of silver coins and prepared to make a point, at least not to be replaced.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that they followed the people around them into the city gate, only to find that although the soldiers guarding the gate were obviously elite, they didn't even search their bodies and ask about them, so they let them enter the capital at will.

There were no bribes, no swords, and no entry taxes.

Some of the surrounding vendors who obviously often go in and out of the capital are indifferent, and after entering the city, they hurried to the market.

After everyone in the Modaomen entered the city, they were all a little dazed, and then looked at the elite soldiers who were guarding the city, and they were puzzled.

Can't the other party see that they are Jianghu martial arts people?

Next to them, there are also some people who are obviously from the rivers and lakes or people who come to the capital for the first time, and they are also full of dazed and uncomfortable faces.

A disciple stopped a vendor who was hurrying and asked a few words, and then Xi Zizi ran back to Leng Shahai and said:

"Master, I've made it clear, there is no entry tax in this capital, and there is never a need to hand over the blade!"

Leng Shahai stuffed the bag of silver coins back into his arms, looked at the crowded Suzaku Street in front of him, and said to himself:

"The Emperor...... Is it so big? ”

As the master of the Modao Sect, he had already inquired clearly, the emperor killed Enhai, suppressed the four-way rebels, and razed the officials of the three parties to the three clans.

The big government has to be returned, and he is no longer the rumored puppet emperor controlled by the eunuchs.

There is even news that the emperor has been certified as a martial saint!

But even so, Leng Shahai also got the news from the intelligence organization Baixiaolou in the rivers and lakes, the emperor's series of actions touched the reverse scales of the world's families, and now the nine surnames and ten clans have elected the new emperor and formed a coalition to come to crusade against Emperor Shunlong!

There has already been an undercurrent in this world, and I secretly don't know how many people want the emperor's head, or make trouble in this capital.

In this case, the emperor didn't even enter the capital to inspect it, and let everyone enter the city with swords in hand, I don't know whether to say that it was too conceited or unwise......

Fortunately, this has nothing to do with their Modaomen, they came here this time for another matter.

"Tsk, this Vermilion Bird Street is worthy of the word Vermilion Bird, even the ground of this bluestone slab is with vermilion, I don't know if it is dyed with cinnabar? That's too much money. Leng Shahai's personal disciple Liu Zhihong said speechlessly.

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a "haha" laugh from the side.

Everyone in Modaomen looked over, but they saw that it was a scholar with a bookcase on his back, and when he saw a few people looking over, the scholar arched his hand and said:

"In Ye Huaixiang, Yongcheng, Xiahe East Road, you don't know that this Vermilion Bird Street is not dyed with cinnabar."

Liu Zhihong is also a young man with a lively personality, and at this time he hugged his fists and said curiously:

"Brother Ye, it's not dyed with cinnabar, is it made of bonus? Please also ask Brother Ye to solve his doubts. ”

Ye Huaixiang looked at the people in the Modaomen and said with a smile:

"You're not from the Three Realms of Huangji, are you? Look at the dress, from the Northwest? ”

The three provinces of Gyeonggi-do, Yeoncha-do, and Hadong-do, which are controlled by the court, have been collectively referred to as the three provinces of Huanggi by the people recently, representing the traditional sphere of influence of the imperial court.

Liu Zhihong nodded hurriedly and said:

"Yes, we are from Mobei."

"No wonder you are not familiar with this Vermilion Bird Street," Ye Huaixiang nodded, with a look of sudden realization, "This Vermilion Bird Street was originally a piece of blue, and there was an allusion to the light rain on the Heavenly Street in the previous dynasty, but this red was dyed recently." ”

"As for the dyes...... It is the blood of the 100,000 wolf soldiers of the Bohai State and the criminal officials of the three parties! ”

Speaking of this, Ye Huaixiang's eyes lit up, his mouth was like a river, and he began to tell the people of Modaomen about the battle that happened in the capital a few days ago.

What emperor hung in the air on the spot, showing the posture of a martial saint, and the eight big characters of "Ordered by the Heaven and Longevity Yongchang" appeared behind him, what emperor punched He Xingzu, the general of the northern part of the town, into ashes, and what emperor frightened the 60,000 elite soldiers of the Governor's Mansion of the Right Army to kneel and beg for mercy.

Especially the scene where those rebel criminals rushed into the capital and slaughtered each other with the wolf soldiers of the Bohai State to atone for their crimes, and the blood was flowing on the heavenly streets, as if he was at the scene at the time.

As for the scene that later talked about the criminal officials of the three parties being pushed to the top of the heavenly street and beheaded by the emperor himself, Ye Huaixiang even said that the emperor was the emperor of the ages.

Speaking of the emperor's generation of heroes, Ye Huaixiang was even more relaxed, and he couldn't wait to be a little guard by the emperor's side.

When Ye Huaixiang finished speaking, Leng Shahai on the side smiled slightly and said:

"What this Brother Ye said is true, as if he saw it with his own eyes, but where did he hear it? These secrets can be like a number of treasures, presumably the little brother has relatives who are officials in the court, right? ”

Ye Huaixiang looked at the people in Modaomen with the eyes of looking at the soil buns, and said with a smile:

"A few people who came from other places may not know very well that the saint personally set up the post of 'propaganda officer' in the army, which was specially responsible for preaching the war situation to the people after the war, and there are storytellers, drama and lyricists in the teahouses and restaurants in the capital.

"The great calligrapher Jin Xiqing and the drama man Liu Xian, you all know it, right? These brilliant predecessors were all recognized by the emperor, and they were pulled into the palace to become Hanlin, and then they became the chief officials of various ministries, tsk, it can be said that they have ascended to the sky in one step......"

Hearing these names, Liu Zhihong's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he said:

"Jin Xiqing, Jin everyone? The author of "Shunlong Weifu Private Interview"? He actually entered the court as an official? ”

Ye Huaixiang raised his eyebrows and said happily:

"I didn't expect that "Shunlong Weifu Private Interview" would be transmitted to the northwest? Tsk, the Jin family was promoted to the Hanlin Academy of Hanlin long before the emperor's great politics were returned, and now they are the ministers of the Langzhong. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and arched his hand in the direction of the palace.

At this time, everyone walked all the way, and a towering building had appeared in front of them, with a towering inner city wall, red walls and blue tiles, which was the imperial city.

Under the gate of the imperial city, there seemed to be a lot of people gathered at this time, and the black pressure was overwhelming, not knowing what they were doing.

Leng Shahai then asked tentatively:

"This little brother, this is to take the Enke exam in the capital? It's just that I heard that in this world, nine surnames and ten families have jointly rebelled, raised an army of millions, and even set up an emperor, who will attack the capital in the near future, isn't the little brother afraid? ”

They have also heard about the Enke exam for a long time.

It is said that on the day when the emperor returned to the government, he issued an imperial edict to open Enke, and no matter whether he was born or not, he could participate.

Moreover, the imperial court provided food and lodging, and even travel expenses.

Calculating the time, in the past few days, they have met a lot of scholars along the way, obviously all of whom have come to take the Enke exam.

Hearing Sha Lenghai's question, the scholar was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said:

"The eldest husband was born in the world, and when he carries a three-foot sword, he will not make a meritorious contribution in the world! This is exactly the time when the emperor employs people, and today's saints are invincible in martial arts, so why should we be afraid? ”

"Besides, who is the saint who destroys the world? Is it for the sake of Yourself? Is it for the royal family? No! ”

Ye Huaixiang's voice suddenly became much louder, and the whole person stood majestically with a solemn expression, which immediately attracted the attention of many passers-by around.

Among them, many scholars dressed similarly to him stopped and gathered around.

Just listen to Ye Huaixiang said solemnly:

"The Holy Lord's suppression of the family is for the oppressed people of the world, for the poor students who have studied hard for ten years but have no way out, for the justice of this world, and for us!"

"I'm waiting to read the sage book hard, not to be a master of the tent for the big family, but to show my ambitions, for the rise and fall of the world!"

With Ye Huaixiang's words, the expressions of the scholars and passers-by who stopped around also became solemn, and their eyes were full of excitement.

Sha Lenghai couldn't help but be stunned, the expressions of these people, the kind of high-spirited and desperate looks, he had never seen them in Xijing, nor had they seen them in Mobei.

Although there was a group of ordinary people who didn't know martial arts around, it made him feel high-spirited and unstoppable!

Ye Huaixiang looked around, his eyes were sharp, and he clenched his fists and arched his hand in the direction of the palace:

"The saint will live up to us, and we will definitely live up to the saint and the emperor!"

All the scholars present clenched their fists together, and their voices were like thunder:

"Live up to the emperor's grace!"

(End of chapter)