Chapter 666: Merit From Heaven

Chapter 667 Merit from Heaven

The Beiting envoy came up like this, like a floating scoop in a water tank, pressed down before it could rise, without any water foam.

The meaning is self-evident.

Clouds and breezes.

Great face!

If the Holy Emperor is happy, will there be less reward during the New Year?

What is hard to get but easy to lose is time; what is hard to turn around when time comes is a matter of time.

People outside all say "it is better to go to the frontier with a spear than to join the Yulin Army", but the family knows their own business. It is really difficult to make merit in the Yulin Army, fighting mosquitoes in summer and frost and snow in winter. You can't rely on connections and you can't become a master. You have to rely on your seniority to endure.

Maybe before you can get seniority, your old man will die first, and then go back to inherit the title, which is glorious on the surface.

Meng Qiang went to Liangqu at night for two purposes.

First, meet Liang Qu, test the other party's quality, confirm that it is correct, and lead people to meet in Tianyu Guard. Everyone can get to know each other and arrange tactics against the enemy appropriately.

King vs. King, general vs. general.

The youngest must fight against the youngest, and there must be no accidents.

To win, you must win beautifully and neatly.

Nine wins in nine battles have completely different meanings from eight wins and seven wins.

Otherwise it won't work.

There is nothing to say, the capable ones are promoted and the mediocre ones are demoted. Immediately replace them with Tianyu Guard. When Beiting asks about it, directly let Liang Qu claim illness and hang up the sign of exemption from battle.

Second, make a friend.

More friends mean more roads, more enemies mean more walls.

Even if the fight is ordinary, it does not prevent Liang Qu from cultivating a high realm, and the future is promising.

The eighteen-year-old big hunting tiger is famous, and the world knows it before early summer.

Who among the nobles in the whole capital does not want to invite Liang Qu to his house to sit and get to know his boy?

The Marquis of Ji'an and his men have been bragging about it in recent days.

"Nine out of ten Beiting geniuses can break the smoke of war and hunt tigers, but that was in the summer. More than half a year has passed, and now they have already turned twenty. Beiting is not stupid, and will definitely seize the age advantage and require people of the same age group to compete.

The people we can send out are generally under the age of twenty-three or even twenty-four. There are people in the Tianyu Guards of the entire imperial city, and we can still find a few, all of whom are your candidates."

"Why twenty-three, twenty-four?"

Liang Qu was puzzled.

How come there are both zeros and whole numbers?

"Guessed." Meng Qiang explained, "I said before that the other side chose the timing carefully, specifically to kill our morale. The New Year's Day at the end of January and the preliminary selection of the military examination at the beginning of March, only one month apart. It just so happens that the military examination in our dynasty selects the twenty-eight constellations of the wolf smoke, and the military examination is not only based on success or failure, but also on scores."

"Scores?"

"Captain Liang Heng doesn't know?"

"I have a bad background. I struggled to survive when I was young. After that, I entered the martial arts world and was appointed as the eighth-rank He Bo by your majesty, so I don't know much about the content of the military examination."

"There is no difference between heroes and sons. Lord Liang is a native of Dashun, which is already the best background."

Liang Qu was respectful.

In just half an hour of conversation, it can be seen that Commander Meng is very motivated. No wonder he can still become a captain in the Yulin Tianjun with so many masters.

"I've just realized this. Commander Meng, please continue."

"The Dashun Martial Arts Examination only accepts people under 30 years old. It is divided into five major events: strength, skills, archery, strategy, and fighting. The score ratios are different. Finally, the comprehensive score is used to rank the candidates. Three years is used as a limit, and there is an additional age ratio bonus.

For example, in the fighting event, if a 27-year-old cannot beat a 30-year-old, he may still be able to surpass the opponent by virtue of the age bonus points.

Twenty-four against thirty, the bonus points are higher. The sea Yaksha you fought against in Huangzhou actually won very few games in the opponent's fighting event, and he surpassed the opponent by virtue of the triple age bonus points.

The opponent wants to be fair in name and want to seize the advantage, so he will definitely make such a request."

Liang Qu nodded.

Reasonable.

Since Beiting is angry, he will naturally make a big one.

In the name of defeating you with your rules, maximizing benefits.

After a long discussion.

Meng Qiang felt dry and took a sip of tea.

"What do you think, Lieutenant Liang Heng?"

Liang Qu thought for a while and thought it was no big deal.

If the Beiting envoy did not jump, everything would be fine. He quietly blended into the ranks of the officials and finished the job.

Jumped.

Not afraid.

Fight if you want to.

"What plans do you have for Commander Meng?"

"It's the New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow. It's better to do it early than late. It's too late today, so tomorrow morning at the Yulin Army's martial arts field in the north of the city, I'll take you to compete with several candidates to get a feel for it.

Don't say anything that looks down on you. If this is done, it's not just your credit. If this is not done, it's not just you who will suffer."

"Okay!"

Meng Qiang drank the tea and said goodbye.

On the Jishuitan, a figure was floating on the water.

Liang Qu looked out and watched.

I hadn't noticed where Meng Qiang came from before. Now I see, it seems that he got on a pleasure boat somewhere?

Xu Zishuai put down the grilled fish: "A Shui, what's going on? The Yulin Army is here to recruit people?"

"Not much, I can stay at home and get good luck from heaven."

Liang Qu was happy.

...

January 27th.

Early morning.

Mist covered the place.

The door plaque with the words Liangzhai was wiped off the mist and hung high on the door beam.

Long Yao counted out two pieces of silver and gave money to the workers who hung the plaque, causing the craftsmen to shout "fairy".

It was still a while before Chenchen arrived.

Liang Qu was not in a hurry to go to the martial arts arena. He put on his clothes, took Yuanmu and Fubo, walked out of the door, and rushed to the east of the palace.

The eaves were continuous, the streets and alleys were crowded, and red lanterns were hung everywhere. It was a festive atmosphere. Walking on the road, I was infected by the atmosphere and didn't feel the cold.

The emperor put down his pen and took a holiday on the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, and all officials in the imperial capital took a day off.

As a result, the second generation, who were usually there, was much less and nowhere to be seen.

The old men were all on holiday at home, and the sons of the nobles could not go out to fool around, so they had to stay at home to study and practice martial arts.

The Imperial Horse Administration.

Sigh.

The horseman led out the blood-red Chishan, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed over the reins.

The majestic and broad chest was covered with dense scales, and silver light flowed with the rise and fall of the horse's hooves. The red horse raised its head and exhaled long breath, as if it was swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, which lasted for a long time.

After several days, the third-grade Chishan was promoted to another level!

The mounts of the gods in the sky sneaked down to the earth, and they were not comparable to ordinary beasts.

This dragon-blooded horse, ordinary martial artists may find it difficult to deal with it!

"A second-grade dragon-blood horse, it can cross mountains and rivers. From now on, you can travel by land from Pingyang to the imperial capital. It will probably take less than ten days to get to the imperial capital. You don't need to feed or drink water during this period. It is a real precious steed!"

Ten days!

Liang Qu was secretly shocked.

He knew very well how far the imperial capital was from Pingyang.

At this time, a short journey of ten days was really no different from traveling two prefectures apart!

"If the second-grade horses are like this, what about the first-grade and super-grade horses?"

"From the imperial capital to Nanzhili, without carrying heavy objects, it takes five days for the first-grade horses to travel day and night. Only the Wolf Smoke Martial Arts Master can ride them. As for the super-grade horses, I don't know much." The groom said an astonishing number, "There are not many super-grade dragon blood horses in the entire imperial capital. Most of them are used for breeding. Ordinary grooms cannot see them. Moreover, since the disappearance of the Dragon King of Jianghuai, the court has also had many difficulties in breeding itself. Sometimes, it is not willing to reward one horse in a year, which can barely maintain its own number."

"So that's it, thank you!"

Throwing out the reward silver.

Liang Qu jumped on the horse, looked at the right direction, and drove Chishan to jump into the pond and headed for the martial arts field in the north of the city.

Swish!

Water splashed on the hoof.

Circles of ripples formed a line.

The red blood horse, wearing a cloud thunder robe, stepped on the river, and all the cruise ships on the river were amazed.

The window of the boat was wide open, and the dresser was leaning forward with her fingers entwined with her black hair, wondering which handsome boy he was.

"Here he comes!"

At the martial arts arena in the north of the city, many Tianyu guards raised their heads one after another and saw the red horse galloping across the river.

The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and the water was rolling like smoke, just like a ball of blood and fire rolling on the river.

Majestic!

"What a boy who loves to show off."

Someone curled his lips.

Meng Qiang patted his shoulder: "If I were an eighteen-year-old martial artist, I would also love to show off. Let's not talk about other things, let's hold a ten-day buffet first!"

Everyone laughed.

"We don't eat buffets, we have to let the commander invite us to the best restaurant!"

"If that's the case, why not."

"Although it hasn't been done yet, it doesn't prevent the commander from treating us first!"

"I thought about it, let's go, go forward to greet him, don't let people think that we are rude people in the imperial capital."

...

The cold wind blew, and the dry branches flicked snowflakes.

Meng Qiang cleared out the Yulin Army's martial arts arena, leaving only the ceremonial guards in the Chen Hall on the first day of the first lunar month.

There were a total of 26 people.

According to age, they were between 23 and 40.

Knowing that Beiting had the intention of making a move, Meng Qiang sent people to find the officials of the Honglu Temple early and asked about the number of Beiting's envoys.

After that, he stayed there for two days, especially at mealtime.

Based on this, he roughly guessed which nine people would make trouble, and arranged the troops based on age and weapons.

Basically, one person corresponds to two Tianyu Guards, one regular and one candidate, in case of emergencies.

The opponents are of different ages, which is undoubtedly a good calculation, winning by different ages and even genders.

Good thing.

Wear less and more.

It is far worse than nine people winning all nine games.

If one person wins all, it can only mean that Dashun has a monster, which will make people feel lucky, but if nine people win all nine games, it means that the younger generation is crushing!

Everyone has more credit.

As for whether there are enough people.

With the key link of twenty years old filled, Meng Qiang is not afraid of the rest.

The Tianyu Guard has always selected the best from the best, and the best is in front of them.

If all the young people from Nanjiang and Beiting come, the Yulin Tianjun may be stretched.

Beiting alone is not enough!

"Liang Heng, let me introduce Hua Qingdu, twenty-three years old, entered the tiger hunting at the age of twenty-two, and his realm is equivalent to yours. He is born with feather bones and good at shooting. He has three true art-level archery skills, all of which have been practiced to perfection and have been integrated.

He is especially good at sudden attacks and has defeated a great martial artist in the middle realm of the tiger hunting with one arrow. He is not bad in close combat. Regardless of the realm, his archery skills are the best in the entire Tianyu Guard."

Hua Qingdu is very tall, at least 1.9 meters, carrying a tall bow, with broad shoulders but not burly, and his arm span is particularly prominent, with both hands over his knees!

"Awesome!"

Liang Qu is sincere.

He is a master of three true arts and archery, and he is truly gifted.

He is now only practicing the "Falling Star Arrow", and spends most of his time practicing. He really doesn't have much time to polish his martial arts. He has barely achieved great success, but is far from perfect.

Especially the transformation of dragon tendons and tiger bones into catching dragons and subduing tigers, which is enough for anyone who does not exceed the realm too much, just relying on strength.

So Liang Qu became "lazy", and the time acceleration of the mirage insect is now rarely used, and it is all saved to go to the fairy island to hone his true energy.

This person should be the strongest person under the age of 23 in the Yulin Heavenly Army, right?

Hua Qingdu looked at the big bow behind Liang Qu and recognized his origin at a glance: "The Yuanmu bow of Uncle Liu of the Northern Army, I saw it at home two years ago, but it was not so powerful. I guess you raised it. Let's have a chance to learn archery."

"Okay!"

Continue to introduce.

"Li Bingzhong, good with spears, four out of twenty, his level is the same as yours, but he has no martial arts..."

Liang Qu didn't dare to underestimate him.

He has no martial arts skills, but he is a 24-year-old martial arts master with amazing talents.

"Zhang Shaofan was born with a gold-melting hegemonic body and a semi-supernatural power. He is twenty-three years old and has a much higher level than you. He went to the hunting tiger realm and buried a magical seed. He also became a gold-melting hegemonic body. When he became a great martial artist, he just Twenty-one, one true martial art is perfected, and one true martial art is perfected.”

The hill moved sideways.

Look upward.

Zhang Shaofan is about two meters tall, with a bronze complexion and a resolute face, giving people a metallic luster, like a metal sculpture.

"Demi-supernatural power?"

Liang Qu looked at Meng Qiang.

Meng Qiang held Zhang Shaofan's shoulders.

"For those who are born with martial bones, their martial bones will grow as their strength increases. Therefore, in a battle, when all conditions are equal, most of them can dominate.

However, some martial arts bones can be cultivated through external interference, and their growth rate is much higher than that of ordinary martial arts bones. When the Fusion King Body is born, it does not show its power. At fourteen or five years, it is even worse than ordinary martial arts bones.

But the advantage is that it can swallow various minerals to strengthen the defense and strength of its own bones, and it can almost be regarded as a magical power. Therefore it is called semi-supernatural power. "

The armor of a fist, the teeth of a beaver?

Awesome.

After all, Dashun has young talents, and there are so many masters in the imperial capital.

If Liang Qu doesn't show up, even if Beiting wins, it won't be easy.

"Without the sudden appearance of Lieutenant Liang Heng, Beiting would have made such a move this year. The barbarian we greeted was probably Shaofan. I came to you today to discuss with one of the three.

In our internal order, under the age of 24, Zhang Shaofan is first, Hua Qingdu is second, Li Bingzhong is third, and Liang Hengwei wants to enter. He does not need to beat Zhang Shaofan, but only needs to beat Hua Qingdu, and we will let If you go ahead, you can't win..."

Meng Qiang's meaning is straightforward.

It’s a matter of Dashun’s face and nothing can go wrong.

Taking this credit, it is undoubtedly a huge risk for the Yulin Army to digest it alone. At least it must be first internally.

Hua Qingdu took the long bow from his back, wound it and adjusted the tightness.

Liang Qu raised his hand to stop him.

"No need, let's compete with Brother Shaofan. At least you won't catch anyone's tongue, right?"

"good!"

Meng Qiang cheered.

Letting Liang Qu deal with Hua Qingdu was a sign of respect for the eighteen-year-old great martial artist.

It would undoubtedly be better for the other party to take the initiative to deal with Zhang Shaofan.

As the saying goes, there will be no words left unturned.

…

Honglu Temple.

New Year's Day is approaching.

The whole posthouse was noisy and all kinds of accents were heard.

There are no fewer than dozens of envoys from small countries gathered here, all waiting to offer congratulatory gifts and then wait for "increased prices in return."

For ordinary people, the names of many countries are very convoluted and difficult to remember.

Not to mention that a mission can range from a dozen people to hundreds of people. Together, there are thousands of people. Just eating, drinking and eating every day is a huge expense, and a lot of people have to be specially allocated to pick up manure.

In the past two days, the two delegations even exchanged insults over trivial matters, which escalated into a group fight.

What started as two small countries eventually got out of control and turned into a big fight involving more than a dozen missions. Afterwards, the Habayashi Army came to suppress it.

It really embarrassed the officials of Honglu Temple.

In the residence of the diplomatic mission in Beiting.

The chilling wind cuts into pieces the dead branches.

Everyone was sharpening their knives and practicing seriously, preparing for the battle on the first day of the first lunar month.

Before you become a master, you have never refined hundreds of scriptures, and there is a gap between relaxing for three days and persisting in ascetic practice.

However, there is one person with a different style of painting.

The fat man who stood like a mountain gorged on meat, and the golden butter dripping from the whole roasted lamb filled a basin.

"You are from the barbarian tribe, are you all so good at eating?"

"Asu, don't bother me!"