This poem "Book Anger" written by Xin Qijian is majestic and has a broad artistic conception, and Bai Yunqi is also full of passion and heroic and unrestrained.

This resolute spirit of recovering the homeland also deeply infected Long Qingyun. There was a faint echo of the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse in his mind, and Long Qingyun said with a solemn expression: "Master, only by establishing a strong heavy armored cavalry unit can we resist Donghan's Tiefutu and Kidnapping Horse. ”

Although he was heroic, Bai Yunqi, who was already in his mood, turned around, looked at Long Qingyun's determined handsome face, and said leisurely: "Qingyun, it's rare that you have such insight and ambition, Zhenyuan Marquis Su Wanting has the same idea as you, and is preparing to expand and strengthen the cavalry force." ”

Bai Yunqi paced as he spoke, walked to the chair that Long Qingyun had sat on just now, sat on another pear blossom wooden chair, and motioned for Long Qingyun to sit down as well. Long Qingyun walked to the desk and picked up Bai Yunqi's cup of tea, handed it to the master with both hands, and sat down himself.

Bai Yunqi bowed slightly, and said earnestly, "Since the beginning of the founding of my Dayong country, I have lost the sixteen states of Youyun, not only lost the northern barrier, but also lost the Mayuan base, so that my Dayong country has always been subject to the cavalry force is not strong enough, so there is the fall of Beiyong." In the early years of Nanyong, the court had made great efforts, but with little success. The current Nanyong has long been chanting the wind and making the moon, singing and dancing to promote leveling, and directly turning Hangzhou as Bianzhou. ”

Long Qingyun muttered to himself: "The sixteen states of Youyun are the barrier of the north, and our Great Chu State will have its capital in Beijing, which is now the central capital of Donghan, 'the Son of Heaven guards the country', and the emperor of Great Chu is much more ambitious than the emperor of Nanyong." ”

"What?, the Son of Heaven guards the country, Qingyun, what are you talking about?" Bai Yunqi asked with a shocked face.

Long Qingyun came back to his senses and said, "Master, it's nothing, I'm saying that if the capital is set up in the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, the Son of Heaven can personally guard the country." ”

Bai Yunqi smiled, "Although your idea is ridiculous and naïve, it is also a way to motivate the king to be ambitious and strive for governance." ”

Then he said, "Don't say that the Son of Heaven guards the country, I remember that twenty years ago, there was a Lang Zhong of the Ministry of Rites who wrote 'Looking North to Shenzhou and Restoring the Central Plains' and was convicted of his words, demoted and returned to his hometown, and I heard that he died of depression later." ”

Hearing this, Long Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned, immediately stood up, and said sadly: "That official is my grandfather Liang Qianyi." ”

"Ah!" Bai Yunqi couldn't help but be stunned, and said abruptly: "Back then, I also heard that although Liang Qianyi was a scholar, he still advocated resisting Han, and I deeply admired him as a teacher, but unfortunately Liang Langzhong died young, regrettably." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and arched his hand to Long Qingyun to show his admiration for Liang Qianyi, and then said: "That was during the Guangzong period, Gu Chaofeng, the squire of the Ministry of Works, weaved rumors and participated in your grandfather's book, and Emperor Guangzong also failed to investigate, so he easily listened to what the traitor said. Now it is the Ningzong Dynasty, and the emperor is still believing in Mingyi. ”

"Hmph, good Gu Chaofeng, one day I will find you to settle this account back. Long Qingyun thought secretly in his heart. Although the emperor was unconscious, Long Qingyun did not complain too much, after all, his grandfather only went home with a demoted official and did not raid his house and kill his head.

Due to the ancestral system, the Nanyong Dynasty was still quite lenient and benevolent to civil officials, and only degraded officials but did not kill them. Thinking of this, Bai Yunqi looked at the grief and indignation Long Qingyun, this son still understands things, and does not send his grievances on the emperor's head, the emperor has all the opportunities, he is high, and he cares and misjudges officials, unless Ming Jun, for ordinary monarchs, this kind of thing is also commonplace.

Bai Yunqi continued: "Qingyun, don't be impulsive to seek revenge on the Gu family for the time being. That Gu Chaofeng is the father of the current prime minister Gu Jingxiu, the Gu family is a wealthy family in Nanyong, and the power is intertwined in the court and the army, and it cannot be shaken for a while. ”

"According to reliable sources, the representative who participated in the 'West Lake Sword Discussion' on behalf of the West Lake Sword Academy this time is likely to be Gu Jingxiu's second son, Gu Baiyu, that is, Luo Ziqian's fellow disciple and brother. ”

While Bai Yunqi spoke, he couldn't help but think of Gu Jianqiu, with a solemn face, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, counted the third row from top to bottom, counted the ninth book from left to right, and then took out the book and beckoned to Long Qingyun, Long Qingyun stood up and walked over, Bai Yunqi handed the book to Long Qingyun.

On the cover, it reads "Songyang Nine-style Boxing Spectrum", the font is sparse and vigorous. Long Qingyun took over the boxing book, and excitement, excitement, and gratitude suddenly surged into his heart.

Turning the first page, I was so attracted by the general outline of the boxing book that I forgot to thank the master for these etiquettes.

Bai Yunqi saw it in his eyes, and he didn't care, he just looked at Long Qingyun with a smile, and his appreciation was overflowing: "Qingyun, you have to familiarize yourself with the essence of the Songyang Nine Style Fist Sutra as soon as possible, if you have any questions, consult as a teacher as soon as possible, and the ninth day of the next month will be the West Lake Sword Discussion." ”

"Uh-huh. I saw Long Qingyun holding a book in his left hand, reciting words in his mouth, and gesturing with his right hand, already completely intoxicated and immersed in the boxing score of "Songyang Nine Styles".

Seeing this situation, Bai Yunqi's face was calm, "The son can be taught." Looking at the huge power of Luo Ziqian's "Thirteen Swords Chasing the Wind" just now, relying on the palm technique alone, in a short period of time, Long Qingyun may not be Luo Ziqian's opponent. I went to find Senior Brother Mo Tianyu and discussed whether Senior Brother would personally teach Qingyun the 'Blue Sea Flowing Cloud Sword'. ”

Bai Yunqi looked at Long Qingyun in the drunken boxing book, felt comforted, and closed the door.

This "Songyang Nine Styles" can be described as broad and profound. Divided into eight styles of "sky, earth, thunder, wind, water, mountain, and ze", Long Qingyun was intoxicated with it, and unconsciously it had arrived at the time of Shen.

Long Qingyun saw the word "mountain", and at the same time as he compared, the "Pai Shan Zhang" that Bai Yunqi used on the martial arts stage appeared in his mind like nine mountains rushing forward, and his head suddenly rotated like thousands of mountains, and the essence of the Quan Sutra also came into his mind, and slowly the peaks became fewer and fewer, Long Qingyun let out a clear roar, and suddenly felt that the "Baihui Acupoint" was clear.

Long Qingyun studied medicine with his father since he was a child, and according to the record of "Acupuncture A and B Sutra", this Baihui acupoint belongs to the place of "Sanyang and Wuhui", belongs to the Du Mai, and is one of the switches of the human body.

At this time, Bai Yunqi pushed the door in, and saw Long Qingyun sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, his face was clear, his fist was placed on the ground, and his hands were slashing horizontally and vertically.

"Good boy, the progress is fast, and there was a clear whistle just now", this is a natural release of emotions after the fusion of fist theory, Bai Yunqi secretly marveled at the extremely high talent of this son. Back then, I thought about it for half a month before I felt this way.

At this time, Long Qingyun, who had a clear mind, suddenly opened his eyes, shouted Master, and continued to immerse himself in the boxing spectrum.

I saw him, picked up the boxing book on the ground with his left hand, turned the page with his right hand, saw the highlights, continued to compare with his right hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and suddenly his face wrinkled, and his face was solemn, as if he had encountered an obstacle.

In a moment, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his face was smooth, and his handsome face was extremely resolute. After a cup of tea, Long Qingyun opened his eyes and picked up the boxing book on the ground.

"Hey, Master, what about this Ninth Style?" With a look of unfinished business, he ran to the desk, Bai Yunqi was hanging on the pear blossom wooden chair for a cup of tea, and said slightly angrily, he only knew how to practice boxing, and even the master ignored it.

"Master, I'm ......," Long Qingyun muttered. Seeing that the disciple's face flushed anxiously, Bai Yunqi laughed heartily: "Qingyun, what ninth form?"

Long Qingyun said with a puzzled expression, "Master, why is there only eight styles, isn't it called Songyang Nine Style Boxing Spectrum?"

Bai Yunqi was taken aback, this kid wouldn't just finish reading this boxing book in just these two hours. With a sullen face, he said, "Have you really read and understood these eight styles?" ”

Long Qingyun stood in the open place of the room and began to box, "sky, earth, thunder, wind, water, mountain, and ze" eight styles one by one, the fist stretched, the opening and closing were connected, and there was no sense of obstruction, especially the "Pai Shan Zhang" hit was even more hearty and calm, and the fist was dripping.

Seeing this, Bai Yunqi stood up from the pear blossom wooden chair, walked in front of Long Qingyun, patted the apprentice's shoulder, and laughed heartily: "Good guy, no wonder you have to look at the ninth style, it turns out that the first eight styles are all understood." ”

Then he paused, "Let me tell you this, there is no ninth style boxing spectrum, the ninth style is a collection of the first eight styles, and I will slowly comprehend it." ”

Speaking of this, Bai Yunqi was happy at the same time, but also secretly depressed, he got the boxing book back then, and only asked the master about the ninth style a month later.

"Master, I'm out, and Niu Ben is still waiting for me. Long Qingyun said to Bai Yunqi with a grin.

"There's nothing to ask? For example, is there anything in this boxing book that you don't understand, can't understand? Bai Yunqi stroked the beard under his chin and smiled.

"No, Master, I'm out. Long Qingyun said, and handed the fist book to the master, turned around and prepared to leave.

"You can take the boxing book, by the way, tomorrow I will take the time to go to your master Bomo Tianyu's study, he has something to explain to you. ”

"Good Rat, Master. Long Qingyun took the boxing book in his arms and walked away.

Seeing Long Qingyun's back disappear away, Bai Yunqi looked relieved, thinking of his senior brother Mo Tianyu's worries, hoping that Long Qingyun could resolve it.

Long Qingyun was in a very comfortable mood today, and the Songyang Sword Mansion, which he had been looking forward to for more than ten years, was finally admitted, and he won the favor of his master Bai Yunqi as soon as he got started.

After staying in the master's room for two hours just now, Niu Ben must have been in a hurry, thinking of this, he trotted all the way in the direction of the student's dormitory.

Through the circular corridor on all sides, the mountains and stones on both sides are dotted, and the opposite side of the corridor is complete, and what greets you is a courtyard house, and finally you see the three big characters on the door "male dormitory".

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I heard a commotion in the courtyard, and from a distance, there were more than a dozen teenagers gathered together.

Long Qingyun ran over to take a look, and the two extremely strong guys were scuffling together, still panting for breath in their mouths.

I saw the two of them, with dark faces and dark arms, tall and hiding, quite heroic and masculine, but they turned out to be Niu Ben and Wang Gao.