Liver into a martial arts legend: starting with Embroidered Spring Blade

Chapter 1: Jinyiwei Begins
It's night, and the bright moon is hanging high.

The capital of the Ming Dynasty, Mingshifang, and Jinling Tower.

Under the bright candlelight, a faint smell of blood permeated the air, and dozens of armored and sword-wielding Jinyiwei were scattered throughout the restaurant.

One team was examining several bodies on the ground.

The other team stood behind a young man wearing the general flag uniform, silently watching the other team busy. Everyone had an ugly look on their faces, but they didn't dare to intervene.

After a while, the Jinyiwei team that had been checking the corpse finished their work and gathered around a table in the corner, where they began drinking and chatting.

One of the captains even glanced towards the door and sneered softly, "Are you still not leaving? Are you planning to interfere?"

"What a jerk! You really think you're so great just because you're a general! How dare you challenge Lord Shen!"

"Exactly. He doesn't understand the rules at all. I really don't understand how such a person could become the general flag."

"I'm lucky, what else could it be? Maybe I licked the buttocks of some eunuch in the East Factory, haha!"

"Pfft...you don't say, this is really possible!"

A group of people were whispering, their words full of sarcasm and ridicule.

In the crowd, there was a young man who was also wearing black rattan armor, a conical hat and a black helmet, and holding an embroidered spring sword. He was about twenty years old, handsome, and quite tall.

At this moment, the young man was looking at everything in front of him curiously, with a lot of emotions in his heart.

Not long ago, he was a nine-to-five office worker, and in his spare time he liked to read novels and watch movies to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, on the way to work, I accidentally hit a car.

When I opened my eyes again, I thought I was in a hospital or the underworld, but I ended up in a hodgepodge world of martial arts from past dynasties...

"Ming Dynasty, the sixth year of the Tianqi reign, the Northern Pacification Division Captain Tiqi..."

Jiang Xuan glanced down at the rattan armor he was wearing and the embroidered spring sword in his hand, frowning slightly. "So, I traveled through time and became a Jinyiwei, or even a captain at the lowest level?"

According to the memories left by his predecessor, his position as captain was hereditary.

Simply put, it was passed down to him after his father died.

I have been in office for almost half a year. On weekdays, I basically just slack off in the yamen and have never even caught a thief. Tonight is my first mission.

Moreover, he was also involved in Guo Zhen's case...

After taking a quick look at the situation in the restaurant, Jiang Xuan quickly understood the current situation.

Tonight, while following Shangguan Shenlian on patrol, they received news that a murder had occurred in Jinling Tower.

Everyone rushed over quickly, but before they could investigate clearly, the general Ling Yunkai, who was on duty at the yamen tonight, also arrived with another team, trying to snatch the case from them.

But Ling Yunkai didn't expect Shen Lian to be so tough, arguing with reason, and even using his power to intimidate others, and announced that no one was allowed to move the scene.

At this moment, Shen Lian went to the kitchen to interrogate the survivors, but Ling Yunkai stood there frozen, not knowing whether to leave or not.

After figuring out the situation, Jiang Xuan frowned.

The Dongchang Guo Zhen case? This case is no simple matter...

"What are you looking at?"

At this moment, a man at the table, wearing a small flag uniform and smelling of alcohol, turned around and whispered, "Is this your first time investigating a murder case? Are you nervous?"

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Jiang Xuan subconsciously called out, "Cousin."

Yes, although I became an orphan after traveling through time, I still have relatives.

The man in front of him who reeked of alcohol was his cousin, Yin Cheng, a small flag officer of the Northern Division.

Looking at Jiang Xuan's dazed expression, Yin Cheng whispered comfortingly, "Don't worry, it's just a few deaths. You won't be afraid after seeing this more often."

"I understand, cousin." Jiang Xuan nodded.

Yin Cheng glared: "When working, they call each other by their positions."

"...Yes, my lord."

Yin Cheng finally nodded in satisfaction, made room for a seat, and beckoned, "It'll take a while to finish this. Come, sit down and have a drink."

Jiang Xuan took a seat as instructed.

At this time, a captain beside him sighed, "Last year, there was a natural disaster in Wanggongchang in the south of the city, and tens of thousands of people died. Last month, the emperor fell into the water, and now the eunuch from the East Factory has died. These days, even the capital is not at peace..."

Upon hearing this, someone nearby asked in surprise, "The Emperor fell into the water?"

"You don't know?"

Yin Cheng glanced at him, then tossed a peanut into his mouth and said excitedly, "The Emperor was on a boat trip in Taiye Lake when his newly built treasure ship sank. Several of the eunuchs were fed to the fish. The Emperor managed to rescue them, but..."

"My Lord!"

Before Yin Cheng could finish his words, Jiang Xuan interrupted him by patting his shoulder and motioning towards the door.

Yin Cheng looked back and saw Ling Yunkai holding the Book of Impermanence in his hand and recording something. When he saw that they stopped, he also stopped writing and looked at them.

"What are you writing?" Yin Cheng's face suddenly turned ugly.

Ling Yunkai glanced at Jiang Xuan who had spoken to remind him, then closed the Book of Impermanence. He seemed a little disappointed, and without replying, he turned around, waved his hand, and left with his men.

Seeing this, everyone didn't understand what was happening and broke out in cold sweats.

This bastard was actually recording their conversation!
You know, what they are talking about now is the gossip about the emperor. It’s not a big deal, but it’s not a small matter either.

Once someone catches you and accuses you of slandering the emperor and insulting your ministers, you will definitely be in trouble!
Especially Yin Cheng, who was extremely scared at this moment.

Because he knew what he was going to say next, and that was the powerful head of the East Factory, 'Nine Thousand Years Old' Wei Zhongxian!
If those words were spoken out and this guy recorded them and sent them to the government office, the rest of his life would be over!

"This bastard!"

Yin Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "It's a good thing you reminded me, my cousin. Otherwise, our brothers' future would have been ruined by this bastard!"

Jiang Xuan sighed, "Cousin, drinking can easily lead to mistakes, especially since you're not very careful with your mouth. Be careful with your mouth, it can cause disaster. Try drinking less in the future."

"No more drinking, no more drinking!"

Yin Cheng quickly stood up and threw the wine aside. Although he was a little tipsy, he was now completely sober.

The others also stood up, worked honestly, and dared not talk about anything anymore.

Jiang Xuan shook his head.

In the original drama "The Sword of the Assassin", Yin Cheng was ruined by his mouth.

Now that he has traveled through time, he will naturally not let this happen again.

According to the memories left by his previous incarnation, this cheap cousin was indeed kind to him. After a while, Shen Lian, dressed in a Baihu Feiyu uniform, also returned. However, he probably didn't get any clues, and his face looked a little grim.

"Two of you come with me to carry the body back to the yamen, and the rest of you continue your night patrol."

"Yes!"

Everyone performed their duties and divided the troops into two groups.

Jiang Xuan was also among the group of people on night patrol.

In addition to investigating cases and arresting criminals, the Jinyiwei also had to cooperate with the Wucheng Bingmasi and take turns patrolling the streets at night. However, they were only responsible for major cases. Even if they caught petty thieves, they would call the Bingmasi to take them away.

They were responsible for one of the streets in Mingshifang. Every ten people took turns for one night and would be on duty until the curfew ended, which was around 4:45 in the morning.

Then take a day off the next day.

In total, I can take three or four days off every month.

As long as you don't encounter any special cases, this job is quite easy.

The curfew ended on time at 4:15 am, and nothing else happened during that time.

Everyone returned to the yamen to report to the officer on duty, and then went home to rest. Those who patrolled the streets did not have to participate in the roll call the next day.

After saying goodbye to his cousin Yin Cheng, Jiang Xuan also walked towards home.

My previous home was in the south of the city, not too far from Mingshifang. This place was called Nanyuan Lane, a small alley.

I took out the key and opened the door, and what came into view was a small tiled house with a yard. Although it was not very big, it was still quite quiet.

This is the inheritance left to him by his adoptive father.

Jiang Xuan felt a little emotional.

There are two trees planted in the yard.

One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.

On weekdays, my father Jiang Songlin liked to teach my predecessor to practice sword skills between these two jujube trees.

Perhaps it was because the sight of the object reminded him of someone, Jiang Xuan felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart. He subconsciously drew out the Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand, threw away the scabbard, and under the illumination of the moonlight, began to practice the 'Embroidered Spring Knife Technique' that Jiang Songlin had taught him.

Whoosh...

The blade cut through the air, making bursts of wind-breaking sounds, which sounded extremely clear and pleasant in the night.

"Huh..." After practicing a set of sword techniques without feeling any discomfort, Jiang Xuan felt refreshed and let out a long breath.

But at this moment, a line of small words suddenly appeared before my eyes:
[Martial Arts: Embroidered Spring Blade Technique (Introduction)]

【Progress: 58/300】

Ok?
Jiang Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he wondered if he had seen it wrong.

But after rubbing my eyes, the two lines of small words were still there.

"Is this... a golden finger that time travelers must have?"

Jiang Xuan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Originally, he was a little worried when he traveled to the end of the Ming Dynasty in this martial arts world. After all, his organization was the most dangerous Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty. In the process of investigating cases and arresting criminals, he might encounter a martial arts master at any time and be used as experience by the master.

But if you have a golden finger, the situation will be different.

At least there is an extra layer of security.

Jiang Xuan calmed down and began to study the function of this golden finger.

for a long time.

Jiang Xuan suddenly understood: "So that's how it is..."

He just tried to practice the Embroidered Spring Sword Technique a few more times and finally figured out the function of the golden finger.

As the saying goes, God rewards hard work.

This golden finger is exactly like that.

As long as he calms down and practices the Xiuchun Sword Technique seriously, he will make some progress. When the progress is perfect, he can break through to the next level, which is the minor success stage.

It is roughly equivalent to a proficiency panel, allowing you to see the progress of your swordsmanship anytime and anywhere.

"So, no matter how difficult a martial art is to practice, as long as I have enough time, I can master it to perfection?"

Jiang Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling overjoyed.

You must know that practicing martial arts is the most difficult. Without the guidance of a famous teacher, even if you are given a top-notch martial art, you may not know where to start.

It is not enough to just have guidance from a famous teacher, you also need to have a talent for martial arts.

Take the Xiuchun sword technique for example. Although it is just adapted from the most basic thirteen sword techniques, it is a common skill in the martial arts world and everyone in the Jinyiwei can practice it.

But it’s not that easy to become famous.

My previous life's talent for martial arts wasn't that great, otherwise it wouldn't have taken me so many years to get started.

Now with this proficiency panel, even without the guidance of a famous teacher or the talent for cultivation, he can rely on time to perfect this sword technique.

For a moment, Jiang Xuan was so excited about the future that he even lost the desire to sleep.

Practice sword!

Soon, the mighty sound of sword fighting could be heard again in the courtyard.

Watching his swordsmanship progressing rapidly, Jiang Xuan's understanding and comprehension of the swordsmanship also began to slowly improve, and he couldn't help but become more and more energetic as he practiced.

He didn't stop until the dawn appeared in the sky.

Looking at the system panel again, the proficiency has increased to almost 100, and I can gain about 10 points in an hour.

At this rate, it would take two or three days at most to master the Embroidered Spring Sword Technique.

But feeling the condition of his body, Jiang Xuan decided not to continue practicing.

Practicing martial arts also requires a balance between work and rest, especially external skills.

At this moment, he felt that his physical strength had been almost exhausted, and he was also feeling sleepy. If he didn't rest, he would hurt his body.

Shaking his head, Jiang Xuan put away his knife, went to the well to fetch a bucket of water, washed his body casually, and then returned to his room to sleep.

(End of this chapter)