Zhang Ji and a group of candidates who passed the main examination took the bus to Tokyo. When I left the city, the villages I passed were all dilapidated. Within easy reach of the city and the countryside, on both sides of a moat, it is like a world away. Such a huge psychological gap made all the young talents who were righteous and pointing out the country shut up.

In the car sat a half-old man in his fifties, who had been taking the exam for most of his life, but he had not yet passed the exam. This time, the exam continued. Life is endless, the struggle is endless, this old man still talks about the exam, and he still has the head. The old man is from Qingzhou, surnamed Meng, with a single name and a wild character, and the number of rivers and lakes is Qingye.

The old man looked at the little brother beside him, very confident, and also had a sense of right and wrong. He is always so confident, even if he sometimes stumbles by memorizing scriptures, he will always give himself a round. After all, when you are old, when you are older, your health is not as good as that of young people, this is a common talk. But the old man still has a young heart that has helped the country to take every test seriously. He often said that there was a celebrity on his ancestors, named Meng Jiao, who wrote the "After Dengke". He said, this poem is well written, this poem has written out the sadness and prosperity of half a lifetime, and the ups and downs are brought out, which is very majestic. At this time, he would continue to memorize the poem. The expression on his back to reciting the poem was as if he had written it himself, impassioned and unquestionable.

In fact, he also has an identity, that is, a swordsman, a swordsman who cultivates outside the court. There is no imperial court certification, but the power should not be underestimated. There are many guests who practice swordsmanship, and gradually the swordsmanship is also exquisite, and the cultivation is the eye that begins to enter the court. Because of the strength, if you can compete with the swordsmen in the system, you must be taken seriously. One is because he has attracted exquisite sword moves and spells for his own use, and the other is because he can't let them become big and threaten the dynasty.

In fact, the imperial court is also worried. Although there are many of them, their power is not large, and their strength is not enough to compete with the imperial court. But Rao is so, the timid and cautious dynasty must first put them on the record. Otherwise, when the chaos comes out one day, I don't know who it is, and I don't even have a good hand.

The Hui sect sent the imperial painter Liu Xi to give them a record. In order to alleviate the conflict between the government and the people, Huizong adopted a soft method, that is, to paint their portraits and hang them in the palace, so that they could be any swordsman in the future, and they could be regarded as people who ate imperial food and took public money. So six of the thirty swordsmen from the southeast and northwest gathered at the West Lake in Hangzhou, and the portrait of Liu hissed. At that time, it was rumored to be a good story, representing the highest level of the government and the people. In fact, only the thirty-six know best whether this is glorious or not. Meng Ye inquired, thirty-three of the thirty-six people were Luodi Xiucai, and only three of them were specialized in sword training, and they couldn't participate in the martial arts exam for various reasons, so they could only seek fame outside the temple.

Liu Xi's painting is incredible, and the literati swordsmen in the four seas know it, and it was called "Thirty-six People of Jianghu" at that time, and it formed a "Jianghu Sword School", and they gathered in West Lake to drink and discuss swords on the fifth day of May every year. Anyone who can't squeeze into the dynasty swordsman system wants to be famous in this "Jianghu Sword School". However, although these thirty-six people are not royal swordsmen, their strength should not be underestimated. The thirty-six people each have their own swordsmanship routines and different moves, but they always belong to the debauchery faction who wanders the rivers and lakes and wanders the world.

"Young people should work hard to learn and share worries for the country!" said the old man in the car.

Zhang Ji smiled and said: "Of course, if you can get high school, you will definitely share the worries of the saint." He asked again: "At such an age, the old gentleman has taken the exam many times?"

Meng Ye smiled, revealing his front teeth in yellow and white, and said, "The old man has been taking the exam for half his life, and he has never seen any strong winds and waves." Just talking about sword practice, it can be regarded as passing the ghost gate in cultivation. Even if it's a killing, I've killed it. At the beginning, because of saving a little woman in Liaodong, he killed three Liao soldiers in a row in a fit of rage, and escaped the pursuit of Liao swordsmen before fleeing to Guannei. But even so, as soon as I entered the examination room and saw the number board, I couldn't help but tremble my legs, sweat on my back, and the ghosts made the gods worse.

When everyone saw this, they all laughed, but they didn't expect this half-old man to speak so pleasantly.

Zhang Ji said with a smile: "Sir, before the exam, you will prick your legs with an awl, so that the pain may be able to get rid of your fear." ”

Everyone said, "It makes sense."

"Is it useful? Xiaoyou, are you really not bad for this method?"

"Brother Nian, this is useful!

The crowd hurried for a day in this easy conversation. I had already walked half the way, and I arrived in Caozhou at night. The bus rests at the post station, and the scholars can stay overnight here free of charge.

Meng Ye and Zhang Ji were assigned to a room.

After talking during the day, the two of them hated to get up late. Especially when Zhang Ji knew that Meng Ye was also a swordsman and was famous among the thirty-six people, admiration arose. And Meng Ye also likes the young man in front of him very much, because he is talented, his academic ability is already considerable at a young age, and his poetry is also like a dragon's sword, and he wants to accept this young man as his son.

The two of them are lying on the bed, and you and I are very much like father and son. This kind of relationship between each and every one is the best way for a father and son to get along. However, once it is really father and son, this relationship is extremely inappropriate, as if they are not born to complement each other. So you can see that while father and son cannibalize each other, there are many old friends.

Meng Ye said: "Zhang Jixian's nephew, if you want to learn swords, you can learn from me." I think you're a good seedling, and I don't know if you'll be able to enter the Royal Swordsman. ”

Zhang Ji's heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered that the person with the sword came, so he told Meng Ye about it.

After Meng Ye heard this, he became curious. The royal swordsman cannot get out of the country, and if he wants to get out of the country, there is only one way, and that is to die. This person was able to evade many superb cultivators and run to the territory of Shandong, and he should have extraordinary ability. But such a high-ranking person has not heard of it, and it has not even caused a sensation, could it be that the government is afraid of leaking the news?

Nothing is known.

Zhang Ji lay on the bed, calmly thinking about his future plans. I took the imperial examination first, and then I repaired the sword. His dream is actually the same as Li Brown's. It's just that Li Brown stood in front of him and became a stepping stone, and he had to clear the road. There is a way that if people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, not to mention that in this troubled world, if you don't think about yourself, it is equivalent to suicide. Gentleness and frugality make everyone want to, but once the system is destroyed, empty words and white teeth advocate is useless, even if the gentleness and frugality are written in front of the court, and the love for the emperor and the dynasty is written in every corner of the market, there are corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and the regulations are not strictly enforced, and what is written is all fart.