My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 168: Conditions for Advancing to the Sixth Rank in Martial Arts

Is this poem “Ode to Willow” about willows?
The one I’m chanting about is you, Lord Liu!

If this poem could be recorded in history books.

I'm afraid Liu Chengqian...

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes turned to Liu Chenggan at the same time.

There was a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Well, once the Yuanyang Army has mastered the battle formation, we will be ready to march."

There was no room for doubt in Emperor Jianhong's voice.

Hear what he said.

Everyone looked at each other.

Li Zhen glanced at Liu Chenggan, who looked as pale as death.

He sighed imperceptibly, his lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing more.

Emperor Jianhong slowly stood up and said, "Let's go back to the palace."

After saying that, he deliberately looked in the direction of Zeng Anmin.

Before leaving, he said two words:
"good."

Then he led his men towards the palace.

"Farewell to Your Majesty."

The rest of the people saluted to his back.

Zeng Anmin bowed deeply.

The wind blows my hair.

Zeng Anmin looked up in a daze and watched the back of Emperor Jianhong as he left surrounded by the crowd.

He slowly straightened his chest.

There was an unknown light flickering in his eyes.

……

Xinghua Tower.

People come and go and business is booming.

The best restaurant in Beijing.

The last fig leaf of Liangyou Chamber of Commerce.

Zeng Anmin sat in the box with a jade cup in his hand.

He took a sip of wine leisurely.

The storyteller's voice came to my ears:

"Speaking of that Minister of Industry Liu Chengqian~"

"Don't show your old face in front of everyone~"

"The words he spews out are not only unpopular with people, but also unpopular with dogs~"

"He, he, he..."

"He slandered the iron-willed Zeng Liangjiang in front of the emperor~"

"Fortunately, Her Royal Highness the Princess has a discerning eye~"

"A poem "Ode to Willow" restores the integrity of Zeng's father and son~"

……

I have to say, this little song is really soothing.

There really is nothing new in the capital.

This incident happened only a few days ago, and the news has spread all over the capital.

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Come on, let's drink." Zeng Anmin raised his glass with a smile.

Wu Qianfeng, who was sitting in front of him, seemed a little reserved.

Wu Qianfeng first looked at the old man who was singing the song in surprise.

Then he lowered his head, with a look of wanting to laugh, but he held it back.

"cough."

Wu Qianfeng coughed dryly, picked up the cup on the table, clinked glasses with Zeng Anmin, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good drinker."

Zeng Anmin gave a thumbs up and praised.

"Master Zeng, you are too kind."

Wu Qianfeng put down his glass shyly, then looked up at Zeng Anmin and asked doubtfully:
"I wonder what Master Zeng wants to see me about?"

He was originally in the military camp, preparing to go to bed as it was getting late.

As a result, someone came to find him and said that Master Zeng was looking for him.

So he rode his horse to the Xinghua Tower.

This Xinghualou is the best restaurant in the capital.

It is very noble.

Ordinary people simply can't afford to spend money here.

"Haha, if nothing happens, then I can't look for you?"

Zeng Anmin chuckled, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Qianfeng and said:

"Can't I ask you to test your progress in your studies?"

Uh.

This sentence brought mixed feelings to Wu Qianfeng.

What made him happy was that Zeng Anmin directly proposed the teacher-student relationship between the two.

Who is Zeng Anmin?

Who in the capital today doesn’t know this?

His Majesty's most beloved young man.

The iron will mentioned by the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.

A genius of Confucianism and Taoism!
Calligraphy, arrows and poetry are all gone.

He is known as the Three Wonders Young Master.

The most talented person in Beijing!!
He has talent, good interpersonal skills, and a good background.

It can almost be said that Zeng Anmin is now the best match in the hearts of unmarried girls in the capital.

"Master Zeng has tested me, and I respect him absolutely."

Wu Qianfeng hesitated for a long time, then raised his head solemnly, used a respectful title, and demoted himself to a disciple.

As he spoke, he also bowed to Zeng Anmin.

"hehe."

Zeng Anmin had no intention of avoiding this gift.

He even accepted it calmly.

For someone like Wu Qianfeng, if you use a gentle approach to get along with him, the effect will be too slow.

An honest man like this who respects etiquette and laws, if you can suppress him with your status, he will naturally tell you everything he knows.

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin nodded calmly, then slowly looked towards Wu Qianfeng's face:

"I have long heard that if you want to master military law, you must first master the art of martial arts."

"I don't know much about the martial arts, so if you have any questions, please tell me everything you have!"

As he spoke, Zeng Anmin had even unleashed the righteous spirit that was cultivated in him by Confucianism.

The intimidating look on his face made Wu Qianfeng's palms sweat subconsciously.

"I will obey my master's orders!"

Wu Qianfeng's expression also turned extremely serious.

"Let me ask you, what is your current martial arts rank?"

Zeng Anmin stretched out his chopsticks and handed the bowl over.

There was even a hint of respect on Wu Qianfeng's face. He took Zeng Anmin's bowl and poured wine for him.

"My disciple is now at the peak of the fifth-grade Breath-Restraining Realm."

"Well, I have heard a little about this."

Zeng Anmin showed a hint of appreciation on his face:
"I've heard for a long time that advancing in martial arts is as difficult as climbing a mountain. You can reach the fifth level at your age, so your talent is considered average."

Uh.

Wu Qianfeng pursed his lips.

But I felt relieved immediately.

Master Zeng practiced Confucianism, so it was normal that he had no talent for martial arts.

"Well, actually, the martial artist that I admire the most is my cousin's husband from seven years ago."

When Zeng Anmin said this, his eyes glanced at Wu Qianfeng unintentionally.

really.

When Wu Qianfeng heard the three words "cousin-in-law", his hand paused slightly.

"When I met my cousin's husband, I was only nine years old. Although we didn't meet often, his handsome and heroic appearance has been etched in my mind for a long time."

Zeng Anmin sighed:
"But I never thought... Alas."

At this point, his eyes sparkled with relief.
"Fortunately, my father used all his strength to protect my cousin's husband."

His tone was also filled with relief.

"Click."

Wu Qianfeng's hands were somewhat out of control.

The jade cup in his hand was crushed between his thumb and index finger.

"What's wrong?" Zeng Anmin pretended to frown and looked at Wu Qianfeng.

Wu Qianfeng pursed his lips in a daze, as if he didn't hear Zeng Anmin's voice.

"Hmm? Why are you so distracted?"

Zeng Anmin reminded him with some displeasure.

Wu Qianfeng looked up in a daze, and seeing Zeng Anmin's unhappy look, he suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly explained:

"My disciple's martial arts realm is not yet stable, and I am unable to control my strength."

"is it?"

Zeng Anmin's brows suddenly raised, and his voice was cold:
"Wu Qianfeng, your master treats you sincerely and has even taught you the top-secret military training methods. But you openly concealed the truth from your master?"

Wu Qianfeng was stunned. He stared at Zeng Anmin blankly.

"The most iconic feature of the fifth level of martial arts, the Breath-Concentrating Realm, is the ability to restrain all the strength in the body. Whether in battle or doing things, not a single bit of strength can be wasted."

"My mind is shaken and I can't control my strength, so I just speak the truth. How can my realm be unstable?"

Zeng Anmin became colder as he spoke.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed outside the box door:
"If that's the case, you can go now. I will just regard it as a mistake. You don't have to treat me as a teacher anymore."

This……

Wu Qianfeng's face flushed.

He looked terrified and wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.

"Master Zeng... I... am not like that..."

Wu Qianfeng had never hated himself for being so tongue-tied as he did now.

"Ugh!"

Wu Qianfeng sighed, lowered his head in resignation, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice:

"Master Zeng... Actually, the cousin-in-law you mentioned, the famous Earl Zhongyuan, the best swordsman in the capital... was my disciple's former senior brother."

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was tricked out.

well.

He pretended to be surprised and looked at Wu Qianfeng with his mouth open.

"what?!"

There was confusion and doubt in his voice.

"Master Zeng, what you just said about the descendant of Lord Zhongyuan... is still alive, is that true?!"

Wu Qianfeng's body was trembling a little, and he looked at Zeng Anmin nervously.

"Why should I coax you?"

Zeng Anmin frowned and squinted his eyes as he looked at Wu Qianfeng, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes:
"You and my cousin's husband...really..."

There was hesitation in his voice.

"Of course it's true!"

Wu Qianfeng was sweating with anxiety. He stretched out his arm and with a "swish", a very eye-catching tattoo was revealed.

The tattoo was in the shape of a bat.

"Back then, I studied under my master and was taken care of by my senior brother..."

Wu Qianfeng's eyes were extremely sincere. He looked at Zeng Anmin:
"Seven years ago, under the persuasion of my master, I went to the martial arts world to gain experience."

"Why did you go to Jianghu when the war was imminent?"

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes and stared at Wu Qianfeng.

"Master Zeng, you don't know that if a seventh-grade martial artist wants to advance to the sixth grade, he must be in a life-or-death crisis to realize his spiritual consciousness and advance to the sixth grade of the Void Realm."

"My talent is just average. It is difficult for me to make any progress under the protection of my master and senior brothers. Therefore, my master suggested that I go to the martial arts world to gain experience."

So that’s it!
A hint of realization flashed across Zeng Anmin's eyes.

“No wonder I’ve been feeling like I’m on the verge of breaking through to the seventh level of martial arts, concentrating my spiritual awareness, and entering the sixth level, but I’m just a little short of it.”

"It turns out that if you want to advance, you need to understand it at the moment of life and death..."

When Zeng Anmin thought of this, his brows were tightly locked.

"How can I have a life or death situation in this capital?"

"No, I have to find a way to gain some experience."

"The benefits of the golden finger when advancing in martial arts are not comparable to those of advancing in Confucianism."

……

Wu Qianfeng looked at Zeng Anmin's frown and thought he was being wary of him.

Therefore, I feel a little sad in my heart.

He pursed his lips, his voice filled with confusion and grievance:
"Who would have thought that after returning from traveling around the martial arts world, I would..."

At this point, he clenched his fists tightly, and his voice was filled with extreme sorrow:

"Senior Brother was slandered..."

"Brother, your martial arts skills are clearly the skills of the Zhongyuan Marquis's family, but King Qi slandered you as the skills of demon blood..."

Ok?
Although Zeng Anmin was thinking in his heart, he was still paying attention to what Wu Qianfeng said.

He finally heard something that interested him.

Martial arts? The magical power of the Zhongyuan Marquis’s lineage?
Zeng Anmin's heart moved slightly.

I think it was just an excuse given to the outside world by the Zhongyuan Marquis’ Mansion in order to conceal the Xihuangtu.

The Wu Qianfeng in front of him was a disciple of Lao Zhongyuanbo and a junior fellow of his cousin's husband. After spending a long time with him, the abnormality of his cousin's husband's body would inevitably be exposed. Fortunately, he used the four words "martial body and supernatural power" to change the excuse.

After thinking it through, Zeng Anmin nodded solemnly and said:
"Fortunately, thanks to my father's efforts, my cousin's husband has been cleared of the charges."

"King Qi also got the retribution he deserved."

Then, he frowned and looked at Wu Qianfeng and asked:

"Since you are my cousin's husband's junior, there are some things that need to be said."

"My cousin's husband was slandered by King Qi. Although King Qi paid the price many years later, it was still not enough in my opinion."

"It takes more than just the King of Qi to slander my cousin's husband."

"King Qi must have some followers, but I have been traveling around with my father for these years and have not been in the capital. The information I know is limited, and I am sure I don't know as much as you who have stayed in the capital."

"So, now tell me everything you know. To commemorate my brother-in-law, the blood of King Qi alone is not enough."

Zeng Anmin's voice became colder and colder as he spoke, and by the end, there was a hint of chill in his voice.

Hearing this, Wu Qianfeng was so grateful that he burst into tears.

He looked at Zeng Anmin with great trembling, and there was even a hint of tears in his voice:
"Does Master Zeng really think so?"

Zeng Anmin looked at him coldly: "When has your teacher ever deceived you?"

Wu Qianfeng is an eight-foot tall man.

In front of Zeng Anmin, tears as big as beans instantly flowed out from his tear glands.

His lips kept trembling.

He looked at Zeng Namin with rapid breathing.

"Master Zeng... If you are willing to avenge my senior brother, I, Wu Qianfeng, will be your slave from now on without hesitation!!"

……

Zeng Anmin didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain here.

It can be seen that Wu Qianfeng has deep feelings for his cousin's husband.

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin looked at Wu Qianfeng solemnly and said, "Let me ask you, who were the officials who were on good terms with King Qi back then?"

"After returning from that war, besides King Qi, was there any other martial arts master who had not achieved a breakthrough for a long time and suddenly received news of a breakthrough? Or, someone's martial arts aura suddenly became different from before..."

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes and looked at Wu Qianfeng indifferently.

Diagram of the Way of Heaven.

Now all four have shown up.

The only person who hadn't appeared was the one with the Xihuangtu map.

He must not let go of any suspicious person.

"When Yinwu came back from the battle against the monster..."

"There are many people who are on good terms with King Qi, but there are two people that my disciples feel are highly suspicious."

"Who?" A gleam of light flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

"The Imperial City Department promoted Ji Qing."

"Duke Ningguo Li Jian!"

Wu Qianfeng looked at Zeng Anmin with burning eyes.

"Ji Qing, Duke of Ning?!"

There was an extremely terrifying gleam in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

Let’s not talk about Ji Qing now in the northern border.

Duke Ningguo... is an old rival.

The Concubine Xi behind Ren Weizhi is the daughter of Duke Ningguo.

The people who secretly connected with the Eastern Religion's spies also had the presence of the Ningguo Mansion...

These are all things.

All of these made Zeng Anmin very interested in the name of Ningguo Duke Li Jian.

"How did you know that the two of them had contact with King Qi?"

But Zeng Anmin has never been a person who only considers one dimension.

While listening to Wu Qianfeng's speech.

He would also subconsciously try to figure out the truth behind the words.

Wu Qianfeng did not notice Zeng Anmin's suspicion. He took a deep breath and said:

"........."

(End of this chapter)