These officials' children cannot be called idiots. Just by looking at the green hair on their bodies, you can tell that they have the reputation of being successful.

In the land of Gyeonggi, those who are able to pass the exams and become famous candidates can also be considered as one of the most talented people in the world.

And they still dared to sneak into the Taiping Guild Hall where the martial arts disciples gathered, which shows that they are not lacking in courage at least.

How could such a person not think highly of himself?

They didn't believe that a young nobleman who became famous by fighting and killing could come up with any absolutes!

There are so many absolutes in history, most of them have been cracked by people, and they are all familiar with them.

If Jia Qiang creates an absolute left by the ancients and thinks that it will be difficult to get them, she will be humiliating herself.

However, after they read the five words "Smoke locked pond willow", their faces became ugly.

But it is not difficult to get the wording right.

The key is the artistic conception, there is no way to pile it up.

They are all arrogant people, and they don't have the shame to post a couplet with a few words, otherwise it will easily become a laughing stock.

Let people laugh at them, and they have no real talent or learning.

The leader looked at Jia Qiang, cupped his hands and said, "We have only a limited knowledge of this couplet, so we can't match it. May I ask, is this a couplet made by Lin Shilang?"

Jia Qiang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter who made the match. What matters is that since you are scholars, you should be busy with your own serious matters. This is a place for Wu Xun's disciples to compete in martial arts, not for It’s a place for unrelated people to watch the monkey show. I won’t send you away.”

"Ninghou, why are you always so aggressive and rejecting people thousands of miles away? Until now, Ninghou has never asked me about our names. Isn't he looking down on people?"

The young scholar at the head looked at Jia Qiang and smiled, his posture was quite graceful.

Jia Qiang shook her head and said: "It has nothing to do with whether you look down on or look down on. As I said before, civil and martial arts have different paths. If I had continued to study, I would never associate with these martial arts disciples today. As a human being, it is best to be more responsible and have a sense of responsibility. Be self-aware. Otherwise, if I have shown you a few battles today, you will think that you are well-equipped in culture, Taoism, and martial arts. When you become an official in the future, you will be dictating military affairs, thinking that you can arrange troops and formations, and ultimately harm others and yourself. By then, , isn’t it our fault?”

"Are you lecturing us?"

The leading scholar seemed to have heard a big joke, his expression changed, and he looked at Jia Qiang with an unkind look and asked.

Jia Qiangqi said: "I am the first-class Marquis of the Ningguo Palace in Dayan. Don't talk about you. Even if your grandfather is here, he is just my subordinate. When you see me, you must pay tribute. Why?" , I can’t teach you a lesson?”

As soon as these contemptuous words came out, the noble disciples, regardless of whether they were from the founding or Yuanping lineage, burst out laughing.

In times of peace, these rotten scholars from official families often looked down upon their noble sons.

Under normal circumstances, these noble disciples may not be able to offend these people.

Because the power to govern the country lies in the hands of civil servants.

Today I saw them being taught a lesson by Jia Qiang, which made me feel very happy.

When these people heard the laughter, all of them looked ugly, waved their sleeves, or snorted coldly, then turned around and left.

Jia Qiang looked at the backs of these five or six people and narrowed her eyes slightly.

The Taiping Guild Hall gathered a group of Wu Xun's disciples and left the country. The two factions of Yuan and Ping were fighting constantly, so the palace would probably not care.

But if we invite a group of scholars to come over, then... many things will become sensitive.

Furthermore, these officials' sons must be the nephews of Jingchu's courtiers. Sooner or later they will confront each other. There is really no need to attract unnecessary attention for them now...

If they want to hold grudges, then let them.

After seeing these people off, Jia Qiang glanced at the guests one by one, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

He said calmly: "Let's stop chatting and get straight to the point. Everyone should hold their own cards and remember the number of cards. When entering the guild hall, any identity as a prince's son will not matter, only recognize this card. Win. A game is worth one point. Win a hundred games. Iron medals are exchanged for bronze medals. Bronze medals are exchanged for silver medals. Win a hundred games against silver medal opponents. Silver medals are exchanged for gold medals. Gold medals, silver medals and bronze medals are ranked separately. Dragon, tiger and leopard three rankings.

In the West Road Courtyard, as long as you have enough status, you can be upgraded to the right card by paying money. In the East Road Courtyard, only your fists have the final say! In addition, if someone feels that his martial arts is ordinary, but he is a wise general, it doesn't matter, the guild hall bought a few in Xishan The top of a mountain was surrounded as a hunting ground. We would go hunting once every three months to determine the outcome based on the number of prey. Finally, I would like to emphasize again that the grievances below can be brought to the ring to be resolved. But who should be resentful because of the victory or defeat in the ring? , poisoning and saping people down below to use dirty tricks, such despicable people will be abandoned by both humans and gods!

We have this arena, firstly, for martial arts training, and secondly, to resolve some grudges. It doesn’t matter if we fight to the death in an upright manner in the arena. In the future, we will actually go to the battlefield together. We are both Dayan’s soldiers. Even if they don’t block each other’s swords, they will exchange lives. , we should also support each other.

What good-for-nothing guy has turned into a personal vendetta? I have nothing else to do but spit in his face and look down on him!

Is there such a person? If there is, leave now to avoid making heroes laugh in the future!"

How could this happen?

How many of the surrounding disciples are immersed in Jia Qiang's idea, yet they still want to be ranked among the "Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard"?

If this person is on the list, wouldn't he become a hero of the world?

Holding the gold medal and ranking first on the dragon list, with such a reputation, it is difficult not to be reused by the court!

There are also people who feel weak, but yearn for the siege every three months, which requires the formation of troops and the use of military deductions!

Maybe it’s only then that you can shine!

Others thought of Jia Qiang's last words. Is it possible that the line of heroes who founded the country and the line of heroes of Yuanping went to the battlefield together to help each other?

Don't think that all soldiers are straight-faced. They are ruthless and vicious when they do something dirty!

The two factions went to the battlefield, fearing that they might not dare to hand over their backs to each other...

Seeing that no one stood up, Jia Qiang sneered and said: "Since there are no such despicable people, let's go in and let's get started!"

A group of sixty or seventy people were either playing with the cards in their hands, or looking around and looking at something. They entered the Yimen of the East Road courtyard. The venue inside the Yimen was cleared, and there was a stone ring in the middle. Hundreds of people were set up around the ring. Put some stones on the bench.

There are several tables in the middle of the front of the arena, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on them.

There was a box on each side of the cases. Jia Qiang put up a pen and wrote his name and the card number "1" on the cases. Then he straightened up and said: "In the box on the left, let go of the national lineage. The box on the right is for Yuan Ping's lineage. Let people randomly select a piece of paper from each box. The number on it is the person who went to battle."

Suddenly Jiang Lin, the grandson of Zhao Guogong Jiang Duo, stood up and asked: "There are only a few people from the founding lineage, enough for us to fight?"

The disciples of Yuanping laughed loudly, and Jia Qiang said calmly: "There are only a few people in the founding lineage, so as long as the winner can persist, he can continue to fight. If they are all defeated, the remaining disciples of Yuanping will fight on their own."

Jiang Lin said with a smile: "You want us to kill each other? Why?"

Jia Qiang sneered and said: "I called you stupid before, but you are really stupid! When the three rankings of dragon, tiger and leopard are released later, if all the children on the list are Yuanping's children, then with this prestige, Yuanping's children will fight against each other in the army The descendants of the founding fathers will also be overwhelming. If you don't want to compete, get out. You shouldn't be called a fool on the list of heroes in the capital!"

Jiang Lin's eyes were about to split when he heard this, and he said: "Don't let me meet you! Otherwise, I will smash your dog's head!"

Jia Qiang didn't even have the time to pay attention to him. With this episode, a group of Yuanping's disciples with malicious intentions stepped forward and put their respective cards into the box.

On the other hand, the descendants of the founder of the country don't look very good.

In terms of boxing and kicking martial arts, they really didn't have the confidence to compete with the mighty Yuan Ping disciples opposite them.

But at this point, it's no better.

Niu Cheng, the eldest son of the concubine Niu Jizong of the Duke of Zhenguo, Liu Fang, the eldest son of Liu Fang of the Duke of Li, Qi Hu, the second son of Qi Jianhui of the Marquis of Xiangyang, Hu Ning, the eldest son of Hu Shen of the Anding Marquis, and Xie Qiang, the eldest son of Xie Jing of the Dingcheng Marquis. More than twenty descendants of the founding heroes, including Feng Ziying, Wei Ruolan and others, also arrived.

After writing down the name and number of cards, wait for the draw.

The next step is to choose a fair person to draw lots.

At this moment, the fifth emperor, Zi Ke, and the king of the county, Li Xuan, jumped out from behind. It was not known when he came in.

He smiled cheerfully and said: "I will whip you for such a naughty thing. Can everyone trust me?"

Although many people were surprised and suspicious of this ridiculous prince's purpose, no one objected in the end.

Li Xuan stepped forward, casually pulled it out of the box on the left, took it out, looked at it, and said with a smile: "No. 13? Who is No. 13?"

I saw Qi Hu, the second son of Qi Jianhui from the Marquis of Xiangyang Mansion, walking out. After cupping his fists, he walked straight onto the ring.

Li Xuan touched and touched the box on the right. After touching for a long time, he was speechless. Then he pulled out a piece of paper and chuckled: "Number 48? Number 48... is not very auspicious." Ah, whose number does this belong to?"

Everyone saw Wang Jie, the Crown Prince of Xiongwu Marquis, walking out with a gloomy expression. After cupping hands with Li Xuan, he also entered the ring.

Shang Zhuo acted as the referee and said loudly: "This time in the ring, we will use martial arts to make friends. Only when the point is reached, no punching in the eyes, no hitting on the perineum, and no continued beating after knocking down. Do you understand? If you don't understand, I will explain it later."

Qi Hu and Wang Jie both shook their heads, indicating that they understood.

Shang Zhuo said loudly: "In that case, let's start!"

Wang Jie twisted his neck, making a crisp sound, and looked at Qi Hu with ferocious eyes.

Although Qi Hu was already considered a good figure among the children of the founding heroes, he had worked hard in the army for three or four years, and had also practiced boxing and kicking with him for several years.

But judging from the momentum alone, Wang Jie's momentum completely overwhelmed Qi Hu.

Qi Hu knew that he could not let Wang Jie continue to laugh at him, otherwise he would not even have the courage to punch after a while.

Thinking of this, Qi Hu roared angrily and hit him with a black tiger style that ripped out his heart.

Wang Jie sneered sarcastically. He could see that Qi Hu had practiced, but it was only so-so. Even if he didn't fish for three days and dry the nets for two days, he didn't put in much hard work.

But he was different. The Yuanping heroes took the founding lineage as their "example" and showed very little leniency towards their own children's martial arts training.

So seeing this punch full of flaws, Wang Jie almost moved to the side easily, and then his right hand was as fast as lightning, and with the same black hand, he punched Qi Hu in the abdomen.

Qi Hu vomited out a pile of offal, like shrimps, and fell to the ground.

When Wang Jie saw this, he laughed sarcastically, gave a thumbs up gesture to Jia Qiang, who was sitting in the front row not far from the stage, and walked off the stage gracefully, accepting the cheers from Yuan Ping's disciples.

Jia Qiang's face was calm. After having Qi Hu lifted down, she nodded to Li Xuan.

Li Xuan started to draw the second round, pulled out a person from the box on the left, and said happily: "No. 17, who is No. 17?"

Jia Qiang saw Xiong Zhe, the son of Xiong Long, the second-ranking son of the Guangde Mansion, standing up, with a round face that could not conceal his nervousness. Jia Qiang shouted to him: "Xiong Zhe, work hard!"

The other descendants of the founding fathers also spoke up to support him.

Xiong Zhe was also a wonderful man and said loudly: "Gentlemen, please warm your wine and wait until I return from killing the general!"

Everyone cheered loudly, but the Yuanping disciples sneered.
To be continued...