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

It is neither classical Chinese, which has a high degree of condensed meaning due to insufficient paper space, nor the vernacular language of Yuan Congqian's previous life in a modern society. Shangshu Jie wanted more than that. Newspapers were just a temporary transitional product published by Da Yan. She wanted Da Yan's books to use vernacular language as well.

Yuan Congqian recalled the contents of "his" petition, and recited the part that supported Jie over and over again in his mind.

If you want to be a knife for others, you must also have the self-cultivation of a knife.

Yuan Congqian picked up a carving knife, cut out this part of the newspaper, keeping it as an example of vernacular writing, and then turned to the next one.

"【Announcement from the Taiwei Mansion】The epidemic is rampant and the people are in turmoil. The Taiwei Mansion deeply understands the people's feelings and is extremely worried. I heard this morning that some people trust folk prescriptions, which may lead to misdiagnosis or even harm their bodies. The Taiwei Mansion hereby announces to remind the people to use medicines with caution and not to blindly follow them. Although folk prescriptions may be effective, they are also often wrong. The prescriptions issued and promoted by the Tianshi Mansion and the Taiwei Mansion have been approved by famous doctors and are safe and effective. The people should take this as a standard and standardize their use of medicines to ensure safety.

At the same time, rumors are easy to arise during the epidemic. Some lawless people may take the opportunity to spread rumors and disturb the people. The people should remain vigilant and carefully distinguish. Do not believe in unconfirmed news. The Tianshi Mansion and the Taiwei Mansion will do their best to protect the people's health! "

Yuan Congqian looked at the two newspaper articles that complemented each other, and his heart suddenly moved. He rolled up the newspaper and walked towards the Imperial College.

When we arrived at the Imperial College, a sign saying "epidemic prevention and rest" had already been put up and there were not many people inside.

Walking up the mountain where the Heavenly Master moved, the lush vegetation still bore traces of the autumn rain that fell yesterday evening, and the number of people gradually increased. Judging from the description in the newspaper, this was just a normal seasonal flu, and it was naturally nothing to the martial arts students who came from martial arts training backgrounds.

The two blue-collar martial arts candidates were carrying their breakfast and eating alone.

There are too many people in front of the Imperial College, so it is not suitable for eating.

Seeing Yuan Congqian, Zuo Xuanliao didn't give him a good look, nor a bad look. He unexpectedly nodded to Yuan Congqian as a greeting. Chen Zhijun wanted to hold Yuan Congqian's hand and talk to him, but considering the epidemic prevention regulations in the capital, he withdrew his outstretched hand in dismay.

"Zuo Xuanliao, please let me ask you a question."

Yuan Congqian said sternly to the blue-haired young boy.

Zuo Xuanliao was not used to Yuan Congqian's tone: "Just ask directly."

"Do you know where this family in the newspaper is from?"

"It's from Guangdefang, which is separated from your Anlefang by half of the capital city, so it's worry-free." Zuo Xuanliao said as he stuffed a fried dumpling into his mouth.

This is the gullible male college student.

Yuan Congqian sighed inwardly.

Whatever he asked, the young man would answer it.

If all the students in Dayan were such innocent and young handsome guys, how could the academic morals be declining?

He looked down again and saw that Zuo Xuanliao had tied another eight-sided sword around his waist, which was exactly the same as the one Yuan Congqian took home. It should be a standard sword. Considering the unit Zuo Xuanliao currently belonged to, Yuan Congqian deduced that the matter was almost certain.

"That family was personally killed by the Grand Commandant's Office, right?"

Yuan Congqian spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Chen Zhijun was choked and started coughing violently.

Zuo Xuanliao's eyes widened, and he placed his hand directly on the Eight-sided Sword: "You!... Are you deceiving me?"

Yuan Congqian chuckled, "I originally thought of it myself, but now I'm tricking you into thinking of it. The capital does not prohibit the carrying of swords, but it strictly restricts the photography and business scale of blacksmith shops. Unless you are someone who is bored and stores several identical swords at home, you can only get them from the Taiwei Mansion."

In other words, after school at the Imperial College, Zuo Xuanliao went to the Taiwei Mansion.

At that time, Yuan Congqian was invited by the people of the Taiwei Mansion. The armored soldiers of the Great Yan Imperial Guards all stopped silently outside the Taiwei Mansion, and the leading soldiers could only walk around in the Taiwei Mansion. The only one who could really get to the side of Taiwei Fu Qianming was Zuo Xuanliao.

One can imagine his status in the Taiwei Mansion.

Yuan Congqian bet that he would know more news, such as which block of the capital the deceased family lived in, which was not mentioned in the newspapers at all. Zuo Xuanliao obviously had no habit of reading newspapers. In his opinion, knowing that the deceased family lived in Guangde Block and how far it was from Anle Block was just ordinary news.

So, male college students are really easy to deceive.

"Why kill them?"

Yuan Congqian looked Zuo Xuanliao straight in the eye and asked in a deep voice.

The capital of Dayan is not a horror movie, and the Taiwei Mansion will not kill people for no reason.

They really killed someone, and Yuan Congqian, who urgently needed to grasp the movements of court officials, had to know their purpose.

Zuo Xuanliao's eyes changed, and after a moment of hesitation, he pointed to the sky and said, "You swear not to tell anyone, and not to say that it was me who said it..."

"Brother Zuo, you..."

"Just say it directly. Mr. Chen and I are not ignorant of tact." Yuan Congqian crossed his arms.

He is very curious now.

He was very curious about why the Taiwei Mansion wanted to kill people and disguise itself as a quack doctor to prescribe fake medicine.

Zuo Xuanliao suddenly lowered his voice and spoke slowly and gently:

"Involving the Xuanwu Gate, the Yi clan is the family of an official from the Ministry of Rites. The Taiwei's younger brother, General Fu Zuo, personally took action, and overnight, not a single person was left alive. His relatives in Shangshu... I'm afraid they will not escape death either, and the entire clan will be exterminated!"

Chapter 14 Bloodstained Capital in September

Implicate the entire clan.

A very absurd, barbaric, extreme, and anti-rule of law word appeared in the year 1053 of the Terran calendar, outside of history textbooks. Even though the countries in central Terra were equally barbaric in their political struggles and did the same as the barbarians, they never included this word in their laws.

Yuan Congqian seemed to be able to smell the strong smell of blood in Zuo Xuanliao's words.

"All, all dead?"

Chen Zhijun muttered to himself.

"All dead."

Zuo Xuanliao said softly.

A household in Dayan was not the same as a household in his previous life. Several men, women and children, hired workers from other cities, wild people from the wilderness who were not registered in the household registration files, and servants who signed a contract for the second half of their lives due to various conditions were all classified into one household.

Overnight, they were all slaughtered by General Zuo of Dayan alone.

Yuan Congqian has never liked Dayan because it is essentially a cannibalistic feudal empire. He also knows that because of the inheritance of kings, princes, generals and ministers, the inherent power of the aristocracy is greater than that of the lower-class people, and the completion of preliminary modernization, Dayan's imperial system will be passed down for a very long time.

But there has never been a moment as disgusting as it is now.

Disgusting smiling and amiable General Fu Qianming, disgusting Left General Fu Tingzhao who slaughters his own kind without restraint, disgusting Emperor Yan who employs them.

No wonder Zuo Xuanliao always looked uneasy, as if he was doubting himself.

Yuan Congqian suddenly thought of a black humor. The news of the Xuanwu Gate Incident that he spread could not be stopped from spreading. Did it become an excuse for Fu Tingzhao to kill people? In the peaceful Da Yan mobile city where even the death penalty has been rare for a long time, directly killing a family can keep the ministers quiet for a long time.

"...Chongzhi. Chongzhi."

Yuan Congqian felt like laughing.

In the palm of his right hand, black ice invisible to others was spreading along the lines of his palm.

In the blink of an eye, all the black ice had disappeared.

One day, Yuan Congqian will personally hang these two people with the surname Fu like slaughtering chickens and dogs, cut off their heads and the heads of the insects in the court of Dayan like them, and send them to the people in the mobile city of Dayan to see, so that they will know that the insects are no different from them after death.

Yuan Congqian guessed that the smiling general was actually targeting him.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey, who will the monkey be scared of?

Will Yuan Congqian wake up one day and find that all his attendants, servants, and female officials have been replaced by the general's people, so that he can monitor himself and Wei Yanwu day and night? No one knows, but Yuan Congqian thinks the Fu brothers can do it.

It is not possible to measure them by human standards.

Zuo Xuanliao walked towards the martial arts field with his sword in his arms in a daze, but he did not walk towards the wooden stakes, but went straight into the wooden house.

"Since he entered the Imperial College's military department, he has never been absent."

Chen Zhijun's voice was a little hoarse, and he also had an absurd smile: "Mr. Yuan, are you surprised and shocked? In fact, this is very normal. If the person who did that to the Qilin yesterday was not you, but someone from a village outside the city, an infected person, what do you think would happen?"

Da Yan only counts the urban population.

The villages in the wilderness were treated with only the most basic humanitarian arrangements, and no human statistics were conducted. They were either dead or kidnapped to other cities to work as low-paid laborers or child brides. Every day was like living in a real horror movie.

"No, you said it wrong."

Yuan Congqian held the sword he had taken out from Yuan's house for practice, went into the martial arts arena, and left a message:

"People in the villages outside the city, as well as those infected, actually have no chance to meet the Qilin tribe in this lifetime."

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The coach is still the short and fat man with a regular triangle shape.

He was still on the stage with his back to the imperial palace, explaining how to use a knife, one moment teaching the basics, the next moment changing the moves.

Yuan Congqian listened very carefully this time.

There are inherent differences between the Terran races. An ordinary cat-headed Filin may have less than one-third of the strength of a Winged Tiger Filin of the same weight and age. The efficiency of practicing basic skills and training the lower body will be dozens of times lower due to the difference in physical fitness in all aspects.

Fengpi, from the Victoria Royal Guard Academy, is of the Vaifan race, a race with terrifying physical fitness. The weapon she uses, the siege spear, is something that operators of ordinary races would never be able to use in their lifetime, not to mention that Fengpi can use the siege spear to "fire continuously", which requires an exaggerated physical fitness.

The good news is that Yuan Congqian also has the privilege of "hard work can be rewarded" and he belongs to the group that can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The coach walked back and forth on the stage: "Why do I always say that you must practice the lower body when practicing anything? You all have elders who practice martial arts in your family, and I'm sure they have told you the reason, but I still want to repeat: If you don't practice the basics, don't practice the lower body, the more masters you encounter, the faster you will die!

How much power can a person's arms and shoulders generate? In Victoria's movies, people usually install iron claws on their wrists. You can try it yourself to see how inefficient the attack is. It's so inefficient that you won't even have time to cry. What about the shoulders? It doesn't seem to be a problem, right?"

Yuan Congqian held the knife and listened silently.

"You are not Vaifan or Drake. Your hands can neither produce amazing power nor release amazing Originium skills. So what are the advantages of hands? They are flexible, stable, and can be used in many ways. Those who try to trick you into practicing swordsmanship are just fooling you.

Explosive force depends on the lower body! To defend against force, that also depends on the lower body! Your sword training is not like dancing, a waist that has been trained for a long time is faster than any sword technique, and the force that can be exploded by pushing the ground with your feet is higher than any sword technique..."

"You, the one with delicate skin and tender flesh, try swinging the knife."

He stood on the high platform and pointed at Yuan Congqian from afar.

The short and fat man flipped down flexibly, walked in front of Yuan Congqian, and signaled him with his chin to draw his sword: "No use of source stone skills, swing the sword."

Yuan Congqian listened to the lecture and thought for an hour, and before he knew it, he was sweating profusely. When he stretched out his hands, they were extremely sore.

bass!

The cold light of the long sword reflected Yuan Congqian's face.

This was the first time Yuan Congqian had used a long sword since his time travel. As soon as he grasped the cold handle, an indescribable sense of familiarity came over him. His fingers adjusted with an inexplicable instinct, and before he knew it, he had already grasped the long sword with both hands, making it exceptionally sharp.

"Okay, I feel it." The coach nodded, "Cut it."

Cut it.

Yuan Congqian's right hand seemed to understand the meaning of the coach's instructions before Yuan Congqian himself.

Yuan Congqian rehearsed various swings and chop moves in his mind. He stared at the wooden stake in front of him and suddenly took a step forward.

The blade drew a semicircle in the air.

The black arc of light appeared again.

With one stroke, the upper part of the stake flew out silently.

In the silence, the coach raised his foot to kick Yuan Congqian's lower limbs but froze in mid-air.

Chapter 15: High Buildings and Far-reaching Dreams

"Good boy, you can learn it right away?"

The coach withdrew his foot and looked at Yuan Congqian with increasing satisfaction.

The faster you learn a move, the faster you will die if you encounter a master. Older candidates will be assigned to the Ministry of War and the Imperial Court, or join the Imperial Guards. Only young candidates will study at the Imperial Academy.

What basics do these young people know about martial arts and swordplay? So the coach emphasizes every day that they should master the basics before thinking about the family swordplay and the martial arts skills taught by the master.

Now, Yuan Congqian gave him a surprise.

The coach was born in the military, and the style he was most familiar with and liked was Yuan Congqian's. There was no need to concentrate so much when chopping with a knife. After chopping, just prepare for the next chop.

"Well done, that's the way it should be cut."

Chen Zhijun was furious, pinching his chin and walking behind Yuan Congqian, "No, this is the way to chop it!"

He didn't care why Yuan Congqian could chop people even though there were no signs of weapons on his hands. After all, Chen Zhijun had hands that were as delicate and tender as the coach said. Three years of knife practice had not been able to make the knife cause more calluses on his hands than a pen.

"The coach explained it very clearly."

Of course Yuan Congqian would not say anything like "It's not turned off, it's on", "The hand is moving on its own", "This black hand is so cool", etc., so he changed the subject.

Obviously, this topic has a great influence on Chen Zhijun.

"The coach has real skills. My whole family practices martial arts, but no one can explain the use of the knife so clearly. You see, there are masters who can cut a large area at a time, and they also start from the lower body and chopping with the knife." said Chen Zhijun.

"Cut off a large area at a time?"

Yuan Congqian thought of Chen drawing his sword.

So is it an Originium skill, or can people really master the True Silver Slash?

However, the Chixiao swordsmanship is not from the Longmen Chen family, but from Wei Yanwu. Wei Yanwu's attainments in swordsmanship can be said to have reached the pinnacle. He can achieve the power of Chen Huijie's Chixiao sword with just his fingers, so it should not be a source stone skill.