From the previous dynasty to the Dayue Dynasty, the status of warriors was promoted to the Dayue Dynasty. After hundreds of years of inheritance, the status of warriors gradually surpassed that of literati.

Although this move caused Dayue's national strength to soar until it swept the world and unify the Central Plains, the side effects it could also bring are also quite significant.

As the saying goes, "Scholars rebel, but they will not succeed in ten years." Literati holds pens in their hands, and most of them are smart people. Apart from nodding behind their backs, they will not have much impact on those in power.

The warriors hold a knife in their hands, and most of them are reckless men who are angry and blood splashed in five steps. It is common for a killer to rebel if they are unhappy.

After Zi succeeded to the throne today, the Dayue Dynasty had become a heroic spirit, and the aristocratic families that had been passed down for hundreds of years had even reached the point of despising the royal power.

The conflict between them eventually triggered the "Iron Eagle Fighting Deer" that almost destroyed a generation of people in the martial arts world. Only then did the martial artists restrain themselves and became a little more at ease.

However, the style of martial arts has been passed down for hundreds of years. Dayue established many generals and families with martial arts, and it is impossible to reverse them directly. In the end, he could only build a green forest for the Investigation Department to supervise the rivers and lakes, maintaining tacit understanding and balance between each other.

When practicing martial arts, it is not to say that even a martial artist will be considered a martial artist when he is fighting a set of turtle punches at home. Just like the modern "Wing Chun and Tai Chi", there are more schools than literati, most of which are masters and disciples, fathers and sons, and each family has different fighting styles.

The children of wealthy families have famous teachers and professors, such as Xu Buling, who can collect all kinds of secret boxing and knife scores. However, the children of poor families naturally do not have the ability, and they do not have the talent to become famous scholars. The only choice is to study art in the martial arts school.

As the capital of Dayue, Chang'an City was the capital of Dayue. Because the streets were full of wanderers, and the frequent private fights would damage the prestige of the country, the court planned all the martial arts halls to Hutai Street in Changlefang.

The martial arts school is definitely not as good as the orderly inherited and inherited by the aristocratic families. Most of them are registered disciples of famous teachers from various schools and their status is not very high. However, those who are rushing to open martial arts school to teach their disciples in the capital will definitely have no bad skills.

The twelve martial arts halls in Hutai Street are all masters with unique skills. They have not changed since the founding of the country before Jiazi. One by one, one by one, and only if you can stand firm in Hutai Street can you be qualified to open a martial arts hall.

If you want to stand firm, you have to kill other martial arts schools halfway down. This is the rule of the people in the martial arts world.

The wind was biting cold in the winter night, and there were sparse figures on Hutai Street, only students from various families patrolled around with their knives.

Military people have a big temper, and they can't learn the civil servants' style, and they have too strict control and have their temper removed them. Therefore, there are no constables and soldiers on this street. As long as they don't kill people casually, the court will basically not ask about it.

In a big mansion at the end of the long street, Gongsun Lu walked out of the guest room with a little helpless look on his face:

"This time my father is not taking care of me. Brother Zhu, don't take it to heart. This kind of thing will never happen in the future..."

Next to Gongsun Lu was a slender young man with very long arms and fingers covered with calluses. He was wearing a black robe and a bit of haze between his eyebrows. He was Zhu Chenglie, the eldest son of Zhu Manlong, who was sitting in the hall at the iron claw gate.

Hearing Gongsun Lu's words, Zhu Chenglie sighed: "For a disaster, I think I am unlucky this time. I pity my junior brothers, who died before they even left the army..."

Gongsun Lu nodded, but he was not good to say more. The case of Fumanlou Private Salt was finally suppressed half a month ago, and the price was that Zhu Manlong handed over several apprentices to take the blame and went to the dungeon of the Investigation Department to wait for the detention.

Gongsun Lu knew about Zhu Manlong's ability. More than ten years ago, he came to Chang'an alone and used his eagle claws to defeat the six martial arts halls and stood firm on Hutai Street. Today, his disciples have spread all over Chang'an. Even among the Wolf Guards, many of them are Zhu Manlong's disciples, and they are very powerful around Dayefang.

Zhu Chenglie is Zhu Manlong's eldest son. He has obtained a true tradition and is very active. He is a good friend of Gongsun Lu. After receiving the money for so many years, he has not helped him this time, so Gongsun Lu is also a little sad.

However, the matter has passed, and it is useless to say more. Gongsun Lu said a few polite words and said goodbye and left the martial arts hall.

Zhu Chenglie sent Gongsun Lu out of the mansion and stood under the gold-plated sign to watch. Until Gongsun Lu's horse disappeared at the end of the street, his face gradually became gloomy and he snorted lightly:

"It's useless to just eat and not do anything, so I've been in vain for so many years."

In the huge martial arts hall, two martial artists walked out, holding their arms with a little contempt:

"Everyone who is an official is like this. He wears tiger skin and treats himself as a character. He really puts it on the world and doesn't deserve to shine shoes for me."

"Yes, the officials in Chang'an City, except for the seniors who were expelled from the Investigation Office and Eunuch Jia in the palace, they were all cowards and were just awesome."

When Zhu Chenglie heard this, he raised his hand: "Don't be so crazy. How many masters have been hidden in the court? I saw it ten years ago that even Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain were beaten to the gate of the mountain. Our ability is not enough."

While speaking, he entered the martial arts hall, and two martial artists followed closely, one of them frowned and said:

"There was a problem with Fumanlou and lost a lot of money. The owner of the museum was very angry. Gongsun and his son were unreliable and they were not afraid to transport the freight for a while. How do you arrange it?"

Zhu Chenglie walked with his hands behind his back and thought for a moment: "Take the freight first. Mr. Li from Kuishou Street has a good relationship with me. I can just go and say hello to Mr. Li in a few days."

When the martial artists heard this, they nodded and felt much more relieved. Kuishou Street lived in all the kings, princes, generals and ministers, and there were seven royal palaces alone. People who did not occupy the first three rows of morning court would not dare to ride horses and carriages when they entered Kuishou Street. The people who could live in Kuishou Street were naturally reliable.

The martial arts hall is quite large, and the night is dark and it is snowing heavily. The disciples have already gone to bed. The martial arts stage in the middle has fallen thin layer of snow. Several lanterns are hanging under the eaves and swaying, and their vision is not very clear.

Zhu Chenglie was about to go back to the room, but he found something wrong from the corner of his eyes. He raised his hand to stop the martial arts master's footsteps. In a blink of an eye, he saw someone sitting on the martial arts stage in the martial arts hall.

He was wearing a white dress and a hat on his head and couldn't see his face clearly. He sat on the edge of the martial arts stage, with a slightly lazy posture, leaning on his shoulder with a sword and a wine gourd in his hand.

Zhu Chenglie and the two martial artists looked dark, and their eyes showed a little alert.

Hutai Street is full of martial artists, and masters from all walks of life gather to guard themselves, without objection to the net of heaven and earth. It is not easy to come in silently.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Zhu Chenglie walked down the steps and came to the snow-filled courtyard, watching the man on the martial arts stage:

"Who is your Excellency? What's the point of visiting late at night?"

The man on the martial arts stage put down the wine gourd, picked up the hat with his slender fingers, exposed his chin, and his voice was cold:

"You're in charge?"

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