The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 13: Iron Spear Martial Arts School

Xue Nu, the chief steward of the Xue Mansion, may be just a servant, but he represents the face of the Xue Mansion.

Moreover, when walking outside, he is already more respectable than 99% of the people in Baisha City.

But it was such a person who tore his own head off at a banquet?

If you tell others about this kind of thing, few people would believe it, but this time, there were too many people who witnessed it.

Not to mention the big shots whose status and position were not much lower than Xue Minghua, just the guards and servants were all watching.

Of course the Xue family issued a ban, but it was useless, absolutely useless.

In just a very short time, the news of Xue Nu's tragic death spread throughout Baisha City.

Those common people just watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, but some prominent figures in Baisha City knew what this represented.

So, although the wealth of Xuanzhen Temple is tempting, do you dare to take action now?
I guess there aren't many left.

After receiving this news, Chu Zhou confirmed it again and again and finally relieved himself of the pressure.

Everything was developing according to his plan. At least in the short term, no one dared to cause trouble for him.

Of course, this is not enough!
Throughout history, isolating oneself is never a good thing, so he has to do something, such as finding one or two reliable "friends".

Even if it's just for the sake of appearance, it's fine.

However, before that, Chu Zhou still had one thing to do.

He finally put aside all distracting thoughts and stopped thinking about any conspiracies or tricks. He just took a nice bath, threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep after just two or three breaths.

He is so tired!!

Throughout the time he had traveled through, he had to interact with people during the day and deal with various funeral matters.

I have to stay up all night looking for a way out.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Before, there was a life-and-death crisis hanging over me, and the string in my mind was stretched too tight, so I didn’t feel anything.

But today, after confirming that the deterrent plan of "killing ghosts by warding off evil spirits" had worked, he could no longer bear it.

He slept soundly that night, and when he woke up again, it was already bright outside.

Lying in bed, my chaotic brain regained clarity after a long while.

But he did not rush to get up. Instead, he twisted his body and did a few stretching exercises before getting out of bed.

He strolled to the door, opened it, and saw two little guys, Xu Cheng and Yi Huai, practicing martial arts in the yard.

A man with his eyes closed in contemplation, his body rising and falling slightly, is using the stance to sense the Qi.

The other one was practicing the three moves of the swimming dragon, and he fought with great vigor and energy, looking very hard.

On the side, there was a young man who was taller than them, looking at them with envy and admiration.

Perhaps, it was his gaze that made the two little guys work so hard.

When he heard the door open, Yi Huai was the first to turn his head. Seeing that it was his senior brother, he took a step forward and came closer.

"Big Brother, you finally woke up? We were going to call you, but Uncle Fan said you've been too tired these days, so he asked you to sleep a little longer."

Turning his head, he saw the young man approaching again and said, "This is Uncle Fan's eldest son. He said that you agreed to practice martial arts with us in the future. Is that true?"

"real!"

Chu Zhou responded and looked at the young man again.

He looks 70% similar to Fan Zhong, except that he is younger, more immature, and has darker skin.

When he met Chu Zhou's gaze, he seemed extremely embarrassed. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but due to the young man's restraint, no sound came out.

After a pause, Chu Zhou asked, "What's your name?"

"Fan, Fan Tiehu, fourteen years old this year."

"Do you know why I asked you to come here?"

"My father told me to follow the Taoist priest, um, the temple master to learn martial arts together."

"From now on, come here every morning and I will teach you martial arts. It's up to you how much you can learn."

"Thank you! Thank you, Master!"

"Call me brother!"

Fan Tiehu was so excited that he almost knelt down, while Yi Huai's eyes sparkled as he asked, "Big Brother, does this mean that Tiehu will be our Junior Brother from now on?

Am I not the youngest?"

Chu Zhou glanced at him and knew that this guy was very dissatisfied with him because he was the youngest.

However, he did not deny it, but said: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, bring me a basin of water to wash my face, and bring me the Qi-tonifying and blood-replenishing soup, and notify Sister Li to prepare breakfast at noon.

In the afternoon, we have to go to Baisha City to do some things!"

After making a series of arrangements and sending the three little guys away, Chu Zhou looked up slightly and felt that today was a rare good day with bright sunshine.

……

In the afternoon,

The sun was shining brightly. Ah Da harnessed the carriage, and Chu Zhou led Fan Zhong to Baisha City.

The carriage was shaking and not moving very fast, but fortunately there was a wide road between Xuanzhen Temple and Baisha City, so the ride was not too bumpy.

Chu Zhou lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

Along the way, he saw pedestrians passing by, some were strong, some were thin, most of them were pushing wheelbarrows, wearing tattered clothes, wearing straw sandals, and looked like they were in a hurry.

He saw the withered yellow grass on both sides, the rolling mountains, the hard frozen soil, and the bleakness of autumn.

And along the end of his vision, he also saw the ochre-colored city walls, the soldiers in armor and weapons, the people queuing up, and the officials collecting taxes.

Once we entered the city, it became even more lively, with shops open along the street, vendors working for a living, groups of children playing, and busy pedestrians.

All of this was so vivid that it diluted Chu Zhou's sense of unreality brought about by the time travel.

The world is different now.

And he, Chu Zhou, is no longer the Chu Zhou he used to be.

There was no conversation along the way, and the carriage finally stopped on a main road, in front of the mansion of a wealthy family.

The two stone lions at the door were carved to look lifelike, and there were two burly men standing in front of the door with their arms folded, looking down at the visitors.

At the gate tower, there is a plaque with four large characters written in iron and silver.

——Iron Spear Martial Arts School!
When they arrived at the place, Fan Zhong got off the carriage immediately, walked up to negotiate with the two men, and handed over a visiting card.

Chu Zhou stood in front of the door, looking at the magnificent gate, listening to the faint sound of martial arts training, and his eyes moved slightly.

During this period of time, Chu Zhou was not idle either.

He had carefully looked through the memories of his original body, trying to understand the basic situation of this world from the few words of Taoist Xuan Zhen.

He also chatted with Fan Zhong, and obtained more information from his explanations, and then tried hard to piece together the full picture of the world.

It’s a pity that neither of them has ever been out of the area within a hundred miles, so it’s not realistic to expect them to understand what’s happening thousands miles away!
However, the books in the secret room, those travel notes and stories, gave him more information.

For example, this country was named "Yun", and its full name was the Dayun Dynasty. It had been established for more than 300 years and had four prefectures and 20 counties in the country.

As for its operating system, what impressed Chu Zhou the most were the eight words recorded in a travel note - aristocratic families and sects share the world!
A noble family is not just a clan, but a family as the main body. The vast land, industries, tenants, slaves, servants, servants, and clans form a big network covering all social classes.

As a result, taxation, corvee labor, and military service were all under their control.

When those officials came here, they had to rely on them to manage the local area. A typical example was the Xue family, to which Xue Minghua, the county magistrate of Baisha County, belonged.

The major sects rely mainly on military force. They have a complete master-disciple inheritance and possess extremely strong personal martial arts.

Although force cannot represent everything, having absolute force means having the ability to say "no" and even overturn the existing order.

Therefore, these two, civil and military, constitute the basic operating model of the Dayun Dynasty.

Of course, things are not that simple. Aristocratic families and sects are not divided into black and white, but rather a mutual penetration and competition in which you are in me and I am in you.

As for this martial arts school, it is the very end of the martial arts path and can be seen as an extension of the dynasty and sect power.

For example, the owner of the Iron Spear Martial Arts School, Wei Jinkui, was once an inner disciple of the Husha Pavilion in Tianquan County.

Even though he learned the martial arts successfully and opened this martial arts school in Baisha City after graduation, you can't think that they have lost contact, right?

In fact, the outstanding disciples of Tieqiang Martial Arts School either took the military examinations and joined the army, or went to Husha Mountain.

To do this, large sums of money, treasures and medicine must be offered every year, but nothing can be missing.

Of course, if the Iron Spear Martial Arts School encounters any problems that it cannot solve, the Tiger Demon Pavilion cannot shirk its responsibility.

Otherwise, how could a martial arts school occupy such a large space on Qianmen Street?

In other words, a martial arts school is not just a martial arts school, it is also a local hero!
the other side,
In the backyard of Tieqiang Martial Arts School.

A man in his forties, with a strong build and sturdy build, stopped brandishing his gun and tilted his head in surprise: "Who are you talking about? Who is coming to visit me?"

The man guarding the gate hurriedly said, "I have seen Young Taoist Priest Chu Zhouchu of Xuanzhen Temple before, and I will not make a mistake."

"It's him!"

Wei Jinkui frowned, muttering uncertainly: "Why did he come to see me?"

At the side, another man who looked 80% like Wei Jinkui but younger with a scar on his face asked curiously, "Dad, I heard rumors that this Taoist priest Chu has inherited his master's mantle.

A few days ago, Xue Nu from the Xue family died in his hands.

In front of everyone, he tore off half of his own head, scaring the hell out of everyone. I don’t know if it’s true or not?”

Wei Jinkui glanced at him and said, "Fang Jie, how do you know that he was the one who did this?"

"There are many people in Baisha City who practice martial arts, but how many of them know secret techniques? Apart from the former master of Xuanzhen Temple, are there any others who can use such skills?"

Wei Fangjie was not afraid of his father, and made a clear analysis: "I heard that the young Taoist priest rejected the Xue family's offer, so he should have some confidence, right?"

"That's true!"

Wei Jinkui nodded slightly, seeming to be quite satisfied with his son's analysis. With a gleam in his eyes, he smiled and said, "As for whether it is true or not, we will know in a moment!"

Turning his head again, he looked at the gatekeeper and said, "Why are you still standing there? Please come to the living room and serve tea. Don't be slow."

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