Today I hold the world

The royal city of Liang State is under the Xiyue Mountains on the border of the country, and the entire mountain range is the spring hunting ground for the monarch.

In March, it was the time when the ministers from all walks of life went to Beijing for pilgrimage, and the monarch organized a big hunting for his relatives and subjects.

There was a steady stream of people coming and going outside Wangcheng, Zhong Ziyan and Zhong Shouyi's grandfather and grandson walked slowly among the spring hunting stalls outside the city.

Don't think that only officials are eligible for spring hunting. This is a national custom, and the common people also think it is a sacred thing, but the places where the officials and the people go are different.

Today's royal city is not the former royal city. It was counted as the land of Liang seven or eighty years ago and was ruled by the king of Liang. After the kingdom of Liang was established, it became the capital directly.

The people of Xiyue are fierce and warlike, and they have always been the place where Liang State has the largest military reserve. However, managing the country is no better than managing fiefs.

This is what all dynasties will do. Ordinary people always start a country by force and rule the world with writing.

Zhong Shouyi looked at the spring hunting bows placed in front of the stalls of various vendors, and he liked them so much that he couldn't help but move closer to observe them.

The owner of the stall is naturally hospitable, he looks like a craftsman, he should be in his 50s, with wrinkled skin all over his face, "Little baby, do you like archery?

Look at the bows and arrows made by the old man, phoenix feather bow, ox horn bow, iron wood bow, ivory bow, black bamboo bow, all of them are made of materials that have been polished for more than three years, and they are very hard. "

After bragging to the child, the man bragged to Zhong Ziyan: "This Taoist brother, when choosing a bow for your baby, you have to pick one with the right strength and moderate string strength, otherwise he will fall ill at his age. This Fengyu bow is well-made. There are also vermilion glyphs to complement the beauty, which is especially suitable..."

Zhong Ziyan just listened quietly, not saying much.

He probably knows why Zhong Shouyi likes bows, because the child's father, Zhong Nianqing, his nephew who has never met is a real hunter.

Bow, axe, and deer-cutting knife are the three essential weapon sets for every hunter, and they take action on the prey in three conditions: far, middle, and near.

Zhong Shouyi loved bows, but after looking at them for a long time, his mood suddenly became depressed, and he left the booth slowly.

The two shuttled among the vendors, Zhong Ziyan didn't intend to say anything to comfort and persuade, since the love was born by touching the scene, it will be smoothed over by time.

When boys were teenagers, most of them loved swords, guns, swords and halberds. The reason is the same as that girls like brightly colored cotton and linen dolls, which is passed down by blood genes.

In addition to bows, there are all kinds of weapons here, some are sold by craftsmen, and some are collected and sold by merchants.

The commercial area, which is less than three miles long, is crowded with pavements of all sizes.

The bargainers are all poor people, Zhong Ziyan hears from time to time:

"If you think it's expensive, then you can go to Wangcheng and have a look. This sword is in the hands of those rich men in the city. The price is guaranteed to be 20 taels of silver. Look at this bronze bird pattern..."

"If you don't sell it or sell it, I won't lose money, old Zhang? You can't get back the cost of opening the clay oven..."

"What did you say? Such a small dagger, you ask this girl to charge you two taels? Are you bullying others?"

……

The smoke and fire in the world is basically reflected in the words spoken by people of all colors. On the surface, it sounds like they are talking, but behind it is their control or helplessness over life.

The more you go west, the more lively it is.Because I don't know which official in the city is in charge, a small ring is set up, and all kinds of well-dressed middle-class people are betting money and betting.

The small ring was only fifty feet long and wide, and inside it were two people brandishing swords at each other, stabbing each other and fighting each other, having a great time.

This kind of competition, regardless of life and death, is mostly done by the martial arts master Ding from a wealthy family to play for the sake of eyeballs.

Not to mention Zhong Ziyan, even Zhong Shouyi can see the tricks at a glance. People who have practiced martial arts will either kill them in a fight, or leave an opportunity for the opponent to fight as a sparring partner.

It is easy for two people of equal strength to overplay, so the current competition must have been practiced secretly many times in advance.

When the game ended at noon, some people were happy and some were sad. After all, there is no reason why you can't lose when you gamble with money.

It is about two miles from the spring hunting stall to Wangcheng, and there are many officers and soldiers patrolling the road, but the young people who come and go are not restrained, they should laugh and play on their own.

The grandfather and grandson were forced to stop when they were only five hundred steps away from the Wangcheng.

It happened suddenly. A strong man in a gray robe with a spear on his back confronted a general in full armor. The surrounding crowd was quickly evacuated by soldiers:

"There is an internal dispute in the Tiger Cavalry, the vagrants quickly evacuated, and headed for the north gate along the moat!"

"There was a dispute within the Tiger Cavalry, and the vagrants quickly evacuated and walked along the moat to the north gate."

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When the officials speak, the common people don't necessarily leave. There are many people who care about the affairs of the court, and few people of all kinds who are watching around voluntarily leave.

The road to the east gate was blocked, and Zhong Ziyan didn't intend to change the gate to enter the city, so he simply asked Zhong Shou to take a look at the excitement.

Earlier, some soldiers shouted that this was an internal dispute with the Tiger Cavalry, which meant that the gray-robed man was also a member of the military of the country.

Only to hear the general in armor and wearing a golden crown reprimanded sharply: "Gu Santong, the military order has been issued, why do you disobey it?"

The gray-robed man held a spear in his hand and sneered, "I admire you for treating me with tea, so I won't argue with you.

But since I want to use weapons to speak now, I can't let people underestimate me! "

He swept his spear at the tiger hunting cavalry surrounding him, then jumped three feet, and swung his spear directly at the armored general.

Others didn't know what happened, but some people said that the one who fought with the gray-robed man was a tiger hunter who joined the army. Many people were even more curious about the identity of the gray-robed man.

Zhong Shouyi pointed to the gray-robed man inside who was showing his spear skills to the fullest, and asked Zhong Ziyan: "Grandpa, his cultivation level..."

Zhong Ziyan stroked his beard and nodded, "That's right, he has already entered the Houtian Martial Arts Realm, but he is a rare martial arts prodigy."

This kind of person is definitely a rare force in the mortal world, and which side of the country does not want to fight for it.

In less than fifty rounds, the general in armor had been thrown to the ground with the point of the gun stuck to his throat, unable to move.

The gray-robed man raised his spear and went straight into the royal city.

Seeing that the battle was over, the surrounding people dispersed one after another, those who should enter the city entered the city, and those who should leave the city left the city.

Zhong Shouyi followed Zhong Ziyan through the city gate, and saw the wide city roads. The houses here are randomly picked out, and they are all richer than the richest people in Yuancheng. When they approach the city, they are full of buildings and avenues. The number of people living in various mansions has something to do with the word 'imperial power'.

"Grandpa, with my speed, when will I be able to practice as superb skills as that person?" Zhong Shouyi usually doesn't speak much, but whenever he has doubts, he will definitely ask for advice.

"Seven years." Zhong Ziyan only said a number, not why it was seven years. He didn't need to explain, because in terms of skills, there is no other way except time.

Zhong Shouyi's life is an unnamed jade axe, and the aptitude of the three spiritual roots of gold, fire, and earth is destined to not be too fast in his future cultivation. If he can't make up for his weakness with diligence, the probability of future achievements will not be high.

This is Zhong Ziyan's current opinion. He is deeply aware of the importance of spiritual root qualifications to a cultivator. Whether his grandson can achieve anything in the future may depend on the ability of the jade axe.

To a certain extent, character determines destiny. Through these months of observation, Zhong Ziyan found that Zhong Shouyi has a kind of stubbornness from the bottom of his heart. This kind of thing is a good thing for practice, but it is not a good thing for managing schools.

So he has already decided that if there are no accidents in the future of this child, he can only enter the Palace of Greedy Wolf.

King Liang City is obviously majestic and magnificent. Apart from the official seals, all the high-profile signs in the city are the runes and seals of Xihua Temple. This alone is enough to show how powerful the state religion of Liang State is.

He found an inconspicuous inn to book a room, taught Zhong Shouyi to fill his stomach, and the grandfather and grandson went out for a stroll until night. Unlike the rumors, the curfew at night was only two hours.

On the second day, several Taoist priests inexplicably appeared in the inn, watching Zhong Ziyan openly and secretly. When Zhong Ziyan pretended to have eaten breakfast, one of the young Taoist priests in yellow robes approached Zhili and asked:

"We are the registered disciples of Xihua Temple, and we have been in charge of monitoring Xianglu Street for nearly half a year. Seeing fellow Taoists are not like the members of my teaching, do you dare to ask if there is a branch of the temple to grant the seal?"

What surprised Zhong Ziyan was that patrolling the streets was supposed to be the duty of officers and soldiers, but why a few brats became the ones in charge.

"I've heard that Wang Cheng widely accepts the world's high-level Taoism, so can't I enter the city without a seal?" Zhong Ziyan asked calmly.

Before the young Taoist could speak, the dwarf Taoist with a broken tooth behind him frowned: "Wangcheng naturally accepts the world's high-level Taoists, but are you high-level?"

When the man opened his mouth, it was as if he was biting dog shit. Zhong Shou, who was sitting on the stool, changed his face instantly and stared at him fiercely.

"Little ghost, what are you looking at? My senior brother was ordered to picket the impostor Taoist priests in the city. Your father looks like a dog, but he didn't grant the seal at all, right?"

Zhong Ziyan watched the gang calmly with his hands behind his back, and at the end, he suddenly smiled.