Chengdu City is located in the west of Yizhou, shaped like a gossip map, with the central palace as the core, and a ring extending to the outer city.

After the gradual expansion of the Shu kings in successive dynasties, the current Chengdu city has become a giant city with six rings and eight gates inside and outside. If you add the people of the towns around the eight moats, the population is not less than a million. Even compared with the capital of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States, it is not inferior.

Most of the essence of Yizhou is concentrated in Chengdu City.

During the Three Kingdoms period in Baiya's previous life, Shu Han fought against Wei and Wu with the power of a state. During the period of the Republic of China, most of China fell to the hands of the Japanese invaders, and the military strength in the later period mostly relied on Sichuan, which was the root of China, which shows the strong heritage of Yizhou.

However, Yizhou is a basin, and all sides are high mountains and mountains, and the transportation is inconvenient. This place is not only the basin of Jackie Chan, but also the lock of the trapped dragon. After Shu Han lost Jingzhou, even with Zhuge talent, the two Northern Expeditions in history ended up without a problem.

Just as Baiya came out of the moat with Lu Yuan and others, and not long after passing through the north gate of Chengdu, a brocade-clothed warrior hurriedly walked into the Hongyang Pavilion to the east of the Shu Palace.

The Hongyang Pavilion of the Shu Palace is the place where the sons of the Shu King live, except for the prince and the adult prince, the other uncrowned and feudal princes live here.

After the brocade-clothed warrior passed the guard's inspection, he walked directly to a small building on the far left side of Hongyang Pavilion. The building is unpretentious and elegantly decorated. The brocade-clothed samurai kept going, and soon came to the master's study in the building.

"Lord, the man you told us to pay attention to has entered the city at the north gate at the time of the hour!" the brocade-clothed warrior whispered a word, and then stood outside the door with his head bowed.

"Oh?!Come in and talk about it carefully!" A surprised voice came from inside the building, but the accent was slightly immature.

The samurai pushed the door and entered, only to see a forest of bookshelves in the room, on the left side were Nanmu Tiao Case and the Four Treasures of the Study, and on the right side there was a wide couch. There is a screen behind the couch, and a small table and chessboard are placed in the middle, and two people are sitting on it to play.

The man on the left side of the board was a middle-aged scribe with a thin build and a long beard under his chin. The man on the right was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with a face like a crown of jade, with a less obvious figure-of-eight pattern on his face, and a little cinnabar printed in the center of his broad forehead.

The son was young, without a crown on his head, and had a golden hairpin in his bun.

The most surprising thing is that his right hand is playing with a jade statue of an Arhat, and in addition to the front and back faces of the Arhat, it is similar to the statue of the Dragon and the Tiger in the White Cliff, which is obviously also the right arm bone body relics of Venerable Mogal.

When the brocade-clothed warrior saw the boy, he first gave a salute, and then recounted in detail what the spies had seen.

"Lord, what am I going to do next?"

After listening to the samurai's report, the young man's expression was a little dazed, and he was stunned for a while, which surprised the samurai and the middle-aged scribe in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, but did not give the samurai a reply, but turned to look at the chessboard, and took a black chess piece and placed it on the board.

"Too early, too early......"

The boy muttered to himself, looking intently at the chessboard, but his gaze was unfocused.

The brocade-clothed warrior was a little dazed, but the middle-aged scribe on the opposite side noticed that the young man's fingers were trembling a little just now, and he was suddenly surprised.

Their little master has never been conspicuous in the palace, but only a few henchmen know that this son is precocious and talented. In addition to martial arts, almost anything you learn will do anything.

He urinated in the city at a young age, and used the money from the daily expenses in the palace, as well as a little pocket money usually given by his mother Concubine Yi, to purchase several properties in the city, and in just a few years, he made countless fortunes and became a small gold owner.

In addition, he spent several years subduing the guards around him, and secretly recruited talents to support the dead.

If it weren't for this, the bachelor in front of him who taught him to read would not have chosen a camp early in time and was willing to assist his young student.

"Your Highness, I have conceded!" the middle-aged scribe suddenly smiled and stroked his long hair, and quickly placed a white piece in the corner of the chessboard.

I saw that the chessboard that was originally in a stalemate was suddenly clear after the middle-aged scribe fell. The little prince Dalong was slaughtered, and he lacked skills to return to the sky, and the main reason was that he just put the wrong chess piece, not only slowing down the move, but also tightening himself, which is equivalent to directly raising the white flag and surrendering.

"Sir, take advantage of the danger, this game will not count, come again!" the young prince pretended to be annoyed as he reached out and disrupted the chessboard.

However, the middle-aged scribe did not answer, and glanced at the brocade-clothed samurai standing next to him.

"You don't have to do anything, just don't do it, understand?" The little prince turned his head calmly, stared at the brocade-clothed warrior with burning eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "And ...... The Kowloon Guard who will see that man today ...... Dispose of it!"

“...... The brocade-clothed warrior was shocked, cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and he was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

The middle-aged scribe also raised his eyebrows when he heard this order, but he didn't say anything, and only after the samurai went out did he look at the young prince with some doubts.

"Your Highness, the Nine Dragons Guards are loyal dead soldiers, and it is not easy to cultivate, but they are not those recruited Jianghu guests, why ......"

"I know they are faithful, but they ...... This matter is too important to be taken into account now, so I have to ...... I have wronged them!" the young prince smiled bitterly, looked at the statue of the dragon and the tiger in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he said softly.

"It's my fault, it's unwise to do it when I know I can't do it!

......

Bai Ya accompanied Lu Yuan and others into Chengdu City, and stayed in a house called "Helai Inn" in the third ring road in the east of the city.

The inn was very satisfying because the courtyard was large enough, about a third the size of a football field, enough for a few people to practice martial arts during their stay.

After settling down, a few people saw that it was still early, so they went to their favorite martial arts hall to sign up, and also planned to visit the Chengdu Night Market.

Bai Ya no longer wore a bronze mask on his face, except for a thin and invisible red mark from his left eyebrow to his right cheek, and the other scars were completely gone, and his skin was delicate and fair.

Although the facial paralysis is still the same, the expression is blank, but it feels much more pleasing to the eye than before.

This is also a matter of course, except for the wound on his face that was split by himself, the other small wounds look scary, but they are actually just grit worn out. With the treatment of Healing Bone Cream and Little King Kong Pill, it will naturally return to its original state.

What's more, his body is still young, and with the passage of time, the long red mark is estimated to slowly fade.

After everyone went out, they chatted and strolled, and what surprised Bai Ya was that except for the two girls, Lu Yuan and the three of them had different choices for the martial arts hall.

Lu Yuan chose the Ling Tian Martial Pavilion, while Jiang Wu chose another Zhenwu Dojo. Tang Hunt's choice was the most unexpected, he neither chose Ling Tian nor Zhenwu, but wanted to join a medical hall called "Bao Shan Tang".

"You came together, why don't you join the same martial arts hall together?" Bai Ya couldn't help but wonder.

Lu Yuan and the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother Bai, although we have the same temper, we have different preferences for martial arts. Lu Yuan explained with a smile, "Ling Tian Martial Pavilion is backed by Emei Ling Tian Pavilion, Ling Tian Pavilion is majoring in swordsmanship, and my heart is longing for it. And Brother Jiang Wu Xian is extremely talented, and he has twice the result with half the effort in cultivating hard skills, so he chose the Zhenwu Dojo. ”

"Oh, I remember you said that the Zhenwu Dojo was created by the disciples of Qingcheng, could it be that Qingcheng doesn't have a kendo?" Bai Ya asked in surprise.

"No, Qingcheng Kendo is also thriving, but the Zhenwu Dojo is taught more comprehensively. Jiang Wu smiled and waved his hand, explaining, "Unless you focus on kendo like Brother Lu, the Zhenwu Dojo is more suitable for us." ”

"I see, what about Brother Tang? Treasure Dining Hall is not even a martial arts hall?" Bai Ya looked at Tang Hunt strangely.

"Bao Shan Tang is the industry of Yaowang Valley in Chengdu, and the hall not only teaches medical pharmacology, but also martial arts cultivation. Tang Hunt chuckled and quipped, "The younger brother was seriously ill when he was a child, and although he is not hindered by his life, he is still frail and sickly. Therefore, I want to cultivate the Dan Dao in the Medicine King Valley, and I can live for a few more years!"

Bai Ya suddenly didn't ask the other two girls, they were the same as his brother's choice.

Although women are not necessarily inferior to men, there are many women such as ugly fairy girls in the world, but the difference between men and women's physique is objective, and it becomes more and more obvious after practicing martial arts, so the martial arts families in this world are more patriarchal.

Like Jiang Nan and Lu Qing, they were allowed to follow their brother to the martial arts hall to take the exam, which was already the result of being spoiled by the elders in the family. Other women from other families are more likely to marry each other, and they will marry at a young age and cut off the path of martial arts.

In fact, the two girls are not completely hopeless of being admitted, and if they do well in the literary examination, the martial arts hall will also accept them. Because they are women, the bar for courage and qualifications has been lowered.

"Brother Bai, which martial arts gym do you want to go to next to take the exam?" Jiang Wu asked with a concerned expression.

"Little brother is not in a hurry, he may not be able to make the list this year, if he just registers, then go to the Zhenwu Dojo to have a look!" Bai Ya replied with a smile.

Hearing Bai Ya say this, everyone was not surprised. After a few discussions, everyone got to know each other's skills.

Lu Yuan's foundation is perfect, and he doesn't mention it.

The martial arts of Baiya, Jiang Wu, and Tang Hunt are among the best, but Jiang Wu is born with divine power, and Tang Hunt has a family heirloom secret weapon kung fu and also delves into poisons. The two of them went to the martial arts hall and the medical hall to take the exam, and each of them could add points.

Only Bai Ya has two authentic Buddhist martial arts, but other aspects are unremarkable. Besides, he couldn't pass the literary exam, so he didn't have much expectations for this year's martial arts exam.

He also had his own considerations for choosing the Zhenwu Dojo and not the Ling Tian Martial Arts. He can't do swordsmanship, and he doesn't want to show his boning knife technique, so he doesn't have to expose his true identity. Besides, if you want to learn swords in the future, Qingcheng Kendo is also very prosperous, and it may not be as good as Emei Lingtian Pavilion.

While everyone was talking, a magnificent building with a wide area had appeared at the end of the street, and a pair of huge stone lions in front of the door were looking at this side with angry eyes.

Zhenwu Dojo has arrived!