Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

"A man should die on the battlefield without regrets. If I can only guard the border and never come back in this lifetime, what does that matter?"

"Then I can order the emperor's eunuchs to tamper with your memorial. Listen, I've thought of a few domineering sentences for you: A general is not always subject to the emperor's orders! Or, the true dragon is the one with the strongest soldiers and horses! Guess what it will be like?"

Listening to Yuan Congqian's threats, Zuo Xuanliao wished he could draw his sword and kill the annoying cat man in front of him.

The common dream of martial arts candidates is to achieve merit in life and be famous after death. Just because Yuan Congqian was lucky enough to be born into the Yuan family in the capital, he could play with his dream. Zuo Xuanliao immediately heard the sound of his dream of "supporting Yulong and dying for the king" shattering in his head.

"Mr. Yuan is also a student of the Military Department? He looks unfamiliar."

The little blue man with short blue hair and dark blue clothes leaned forward and stared at Yuan Congqian.

Yuan Congqian pointed at himself, then at Zuo Xuanliao:

"I am the nephew of the True Dragon and the Queen! He is a student of the Imperial Guards' Office and a military candidate, Zuo Xuanliao!

From today on, we hit it off right away, and we regret that we met too late. We agreed to jointly dominate the Imperial College and whip all the students!"

Zuo Xuanliao turned his head away angrily, pretending not to know him.

"It turned out to be Mr. Yuan."

The little blue man effectively extracted the useful information he wanted from Yuan Congqian's words, and he straightened his collar and said, "I am Chen Zhijun from Longmen, a military candidate, and also from the military examination. My father's name is Chen Guangxu, and he is a regular attendant of the imperial guards."

"Nice to meet you."

Yuan Congqian looked at Chen Zhijun very seriously.

He does look a bit like the famous Chen Sir Chen Huijie of the future Longmen Guard Bureau. The hair color is exactly the same, and he has horns on his head. He is probably a dragon species close to the royal family. The future successor who married Wei Yanwu's widow's younger sister, I guess he is him?

It's a pity that the Longmen Chen family is too unknown in the capital, otherwise Yuan Congqian would have included Chen Zhijun in the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

"I know a lot about the Imperial Academy, and I'll study there one year ahead of you two. If you don't mind, I can show you around."

Chen Zhijun's smile and voice are quite gentle, making people feel like spring breeze. He is the kind of person that no one would dislike.

Putting aside the precious jade pendant and sword hanging on his body, in Yuan Congqian's opinion, Chen Zhijun should be a gentle sports student whose popularity in the Imperial College is second only to the young and handsome Zuo Xuanliao. The military candidate was already better than 99% of his peers. His lack of fame in later generations may also be attributed to marrying a widow with a baby.

Even though, the widow was Wei Yanwu's sister, from the royal family of Yan State.

While Yuan Congqian was thinking, Chen Zhijun had already walked towards the stairs with his dragon tail swinging.

There is a mountain in the Imperial College, which was moved by the Tianshi Tumu. The waterfall forms a pool with lotus leaves and stone lanterns floating on it. The water in the pool is then led by several streams all the way to the Imperial College, forming a small stream or a rockery potted plant, creating a scene of mountains and flowing water, which is quite elegant.

After walking along the mountain path, the view suddenly becomes clear.

The top of the mountain was paved with cement to form an extremely flat training ground, with a few wooden houses for faculty and staff scattered around. Only the direction facing Chengtian Gate and the Imperial Palace retained the rocks, with a plaque hanging on it that read "Climbing is strictly prohibited, violators will be expelled."

After all, as long as you climb up high and look far away with a telescope, you can have a clear view of the private life of a real dragon.

Zuo Xuanliao snorted, took off his outer garment, and in the blink of an eye he was submerged among the wooden stakes and martial arts students.

They all practiced with swords, only Zuo Xuanliao used a sword. A sword has two edges, and if one is not used properly, it will only hurt yourself. In today's Yan State, it only exists as a decorative ceremonial tool, worn by officials and children of nobles. It is far less practical than a sword or a crossbow in battle.

Chen Zhijun introduced:

"This is the martial arts arena of the Imperial Academy. Those who want to learn from the instructor can stay in the martial arts arena. Occasionally, there will be celestial masters and nobles coming to teach. The Great Yan Ministry of Industry and the Imperial Palace of Celestial Masters will sometimes come here to test Originium skills, Originium applications and research in this open space."

"What if you don't want to learn?"

Yuan Congqian asked curiously.

Chen Zhijun shook his head. "If you don't want to study, just go home. There is no report card for the martial arts department. If you don't want to go home and want to deal with your clan members, you can go to the dormitory next door and sleep until dusk. It's more like a place that tries every means to make you lazy than to study martial arts."

Chapter 8: Sword and Originium Skills

The coach stood on the martial arts stage, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Look at your fake moves, it makes me want to laugh! Don't think that you are great just because you can fight and beat up a few scumbags on the martial arts exam. If you go to the battlefield, I can beat twenty of you in just twenty minutes!"

Chen Zhijun clasped his fists to Yuan Congqian, took off his coat, and trotted to the center of the field with a long sword in his arms.

Yuan Congqian only had a nobleman's ceremonial sword on him, which was crispier than the crust of the beast of burden dumplings he had eaten that morning. If he really swung the sword, he didn't know who would be injured by mistake. The Yuan family in the capital started out as a celestial master, and they never taught martial arts, so Yuan Congqian could only watch from the sidelines.

The coach was short, and could not even stand out among the military candidates and descendants of military nobles who were about 1.8 meters tall on average. He was only about 1.6 meters tall. But his muscles were very strong, his neck and belly were fat, and his upper body was like a right triangle, which was a sign of extremely well-trained and pure muscles.

The inverted triangle of the wasp waist is just muscles.

Someone in the audience took advantage of the chaos and shouted, "Why does it take twenty minutes?"

The coach laughed: "Because I need to spend a minute to cut off your delicate ears one by one! I can't cut off the flesh on your nose and your eyeballs at the same time!"

He jumped down, landed lightly, pointed at Chen Zhijun who had just entered the arena and said, "You delicate skinned and tender flesh, try swinging the knife."

Chen Zhijun drew out his knife, held it with both hands, and was about to chop forward when he was kicked down by the coach:

"Your lower body training is based on your grandmother's skills. Can you fall down with just one kick?"

The martial arts candidates around him immediately started laughing.

Chen Zhijun's face turned red and white, as if he had opened a dyeing factory.

Being able to be the head coach of the most central and elite martial arts academy in Da Yan, his ability was obviously not exaggerated. He only talked about how to swing the sword, how to keep the lower body stable when swinging the sword, and how to save strength to change moves when swinging, and he talked for an hour.

Even Yuan Congqian felt that he had gained a great deal of insight.

Before the get out of class ended, the coach looked at the students practicing swordplay on wooden figures in groups of three or four, and sighed again: "What am I busy with? They are all young masters from mobile cities. They will never know in their lifetime that spearmen are more reliable in a real fight."

He turned his head and looked at Yuan Congqian who was approaching: "I listened to the class. Do you think it's interesting?"

Yuan Congqian didn't expect that he would notice him.

After thinking for a while, Yuan Congqian replied: "It will be of great benefit."

"Bullshit, you've never even held a knife before. If you practice here for an hour, your parents will have to take you, with your hands covered in blood, to find the Imperial Academy's chief priest!"

The coach sneered and spoke to Yuan Congqian in a tone that was a little softer than in class, but not much: "Is this your first time here? Now is not the time for martial arts candidates to enter the Imperial College. Did your convoy encounter a natural disaster and delay the report?"

"No, he is a student of the Imperial College who was appointed by the imperial court."

"Oh, it was from Yin Bu? Your father made a great contribution in Yumen last month?"

Yuan Congqian thought for a moment and said, "It was erected last year."

"That's not surprising. At least it only took a year."

The coach nodded and continued to ask:

"You are so delicate and tender, you definitely don't have any martial arts skills. What race are you? Can you cast spells?"

The most significant difference between ordinary people and magicians in Arknights is whether they can release their own Originium skills, and everyone's Originium skills are different and varied. Some can control shadows, calcium, cyclones, and some can create explosions in the air and summon giants to help them fight, which is very unsci-fi.

After staying in the feudal empire of Dayan for a month, Yuan Congqian almost forgot that there is actually magic in the world view of Arknights.

Source Stone Skills. Yuan Congqian sighed.

If possible, he hopes that his Originium skills will be very strong.

"Filin tribe. The spell has not been tested."

"Haven't you tested it? It just so happens that the Ministry of Industry's Civilian Cao is surveying Zhuque Street with two students. Wait a minute, I'll go and move his equipment over." The coach smiled and jumped off the platform. He quickly grabbed two huge white instruments that were two people tall and carried them over like a bird.

boom!boom!

The instrument hit the ground with a loud bang that sounded like an explosion from the Ministry of Industry.

Yuan Congqian turned his gaze away from the civilian Cao: "Who is this?"

"It's called the Originium Skill Strong Calibration Spell Rangefinder. I have to move this thing around every day, and it only makes a sound. Simply put, if you put your hand on the handle and it can fire a torrent of spells, it means you have the Originium skill, can cast spells, and enter the Heavenly Master's Mansion without having to go through the martial arts exams."

Yuan Congqian obediently put his hand on it:

"and then?"

The instructor didn't know any Originium techniques, and didn't understand them very well: "Let's see if we can fire it?"

Yuan Congqian held the handle with several keyboards in his right hand, guessing that this was the main body of the rangefinder. He really felt that he could connect with an extremely small object in the handle. This feeling was very strange, as if the handle had become a part of the body and could be used as if it were an arm.

"Can we let it go?" The instructor leaned over.

Yuan Congqian didn't say anything.

Because a chilling pain was rapidly spreading up his right arm.

He had lost the ability to speak due to the pain.

The blue meridians faintly visible from Yuan Congqian's palm were visibly stained with black particles.

The black solid particles were like thick fog, bringing with them bursts of coldness that was even more biting than the severe winter temperature of minus fifty-three degrees. Eventually, this icy feeling flowed toward the handle held in the right hand.

The pale yellow display screen on the handle kept flashing numbers.

Yuan Congqian seemed to see black ice flowers forming on his fingernails.

A white light flashed, and a beam of magic missiles was released by Yuan Congqian, hitting the empty interior of the black instrument. The handle of the rangefinder was like a cat with its tail held, constantly emitting a warning tone in Victorian: "Range error, range error, this error value is 1000.47%, please try to re-zero..."

"Warning, a serious error has occurred in the rangefinder, please return for repair immediately..."

"Huh! Can you really cast spells?"

The instructor seemed to have seen something strange and laughed:

"You are a student of the Imperial Academy who was appointed by the imperial court, and you have a talent for magic. I guess you will soon be able to transfer to the Tianshi Mansion in the capital to learn the art of source stone. You can either go to the Tianshi Mansion to be a celestial master, or be a candle holder. Either way, you will have the hope of wealth and honor for three generations. Congratulations."

Yuan Congqian exhaled lightly and let go of the handle.

The cold pain receded like the tide, leaving no trace.

There is no clear genetic relationship between the types of Originium skills, and the spell talents of brothers and sisters can be completely different. Even the red dragon royal family of Victoria, Drake, who is famous for his fire-type spells, has different fires between different Drakes.

Thinking about the signs when he released his Originium skills, Yuan Congqian suddenly had a guess:

The state when he released the Originium technique seemed a little familiar.

Chapter 9 Nonlinear Motion

Yuan Congqian's right hand seemed to have lifted the dumbbell a hundred times in a short period of time.

The soreness brought by lactic acid was uncontrollably transmitted from the muscles of his right forearm to the nerve center. For a moment, the sensations of numbness, itchiness, and burning sensations stimulated him in turn, making him grimace.

The coach saw it and thought it was just a sign of weakness, so he fired a magic missile and it was useless.

After all, in the eyes of this short and fat man, Yuan Congqian probably had never eaten anything good since he was a child. It was only because his father risked his life to gain a good achievement in Yumen that he could come here to be a student of the Imperial College.

It was considered lucky for his family to have a person with the talent of a magician.

From now on, you can change your fate and make a class leap.

So, the short and fat man just patted little Filin on the shoulder.

Yuan Congqian paused for a moment, looked at the instrument that kept beeping and reporting errors, exhaled, and said, "The instrument is broken."

"Broken?"

The coach frowned, pushed Yuan Congqian aside, and leaned closer to the screen: "Well... no, the machine has always been like this. It even says that the instrument is operating normally. Don't worry, this thing is an obsolete version that Victoria used 20 years ago, and the Ministry of Industry has been thinking about it for a long time..."

Yuan Congqian let out a light exclamation and said no more.

The civilian finally took off his mask of pain and ran over quickly:

"Say less!"

"What do you mean by less talk? Can we develop a domestic rangefinder if we talk about it, or can we develop it only if we don't talk about it?"

The coach got excited.

This was obviously not his first time, as he skillfully chased the tall and thin Min Cao and tortured him.

One is tall and thin, the other is short and fat. They are a classic duo.

Min Cao couldn't stand the harassment from the short fat man, so he ignored him and operated on the flashing red screen in front of Yuan Congqian for a while, saying: "Based on the trajectory and spell traces, the young man's source stone skills have a high demand for a staff. The power is average, and the consumption is large. You need a suitable staff."

"What else? What does the Originium Technique control?"

This is what the coach asked.

Min Cao said, "You want to fly before you even learn how to walk? Only the Sarkaz barbarians in the west can show obvious Originium skills. Your spells have only shown the characteristics of fast, arc-shaped flight and difficulty in observation. It may be ice. For someone like you, it's good enough to cast spells."

I'm so, so cold!

The coach nodded repeatedly after hearing this, pointed at Yuan Congqian's magic trajectory, and started discussing it with the civilians.

Yuan Congqian was beside the Ministry of Industry, carefully observing the instrument that had been reporting errors until now. If he was not mistaken, the instrument was already completely dark, and there was only a split second of error warning when the civil officer pressed the button, so how could there be ballistic mapping of his Originium technique?

There was no sign of the coach's words "normal operation".

"Could it be that the instrument I saw was not the same as the one they saw?"

Yuan Congqian thought to himself that something was wrong.

If the short and fat coach and the tall and thin Gongbu Mincao had not deceived him together, he would have laughed and believed it. This was a manifestation of the deviation of his and the two parties' cognition of the material world in the real world due to some factors. Of course, there is such a thing in Tomorrow's Ark. Yuan Congqian kept snatching the instrument from that person in Sami Pigeon.