This poem by Xin Qiji's "Book of Anger" is written with a magnificent momentum and a broad artistic conception. Bai Yunqi also recites passionately and unrestrainedly.

This firm spirit of regaining the homeland also deeply infected Long Qingyun. The sound of golden swords and iron horses echoed in his mind. Long Qingyun said with a solemn expression: "Master, only by establishing a powerful heavy armored cavalry unit can we compete with the Tiefutu and Guillizima in Donghan."

Although he was heroic, Bai Yunqi turned around, looked at Long Qingyun's firm and handsome face, and said leisurely: "Qingyun, it's rare that you have such insight and ambition. Zhenyuan Hou Su Wanting is preparing to expand and strengthen the cavalry unit just like you."

Bai Yunqi walked while talking, walked to the chair where Long Qingyun had just sat, sat on another pear blossom and wood chair, and signaled Long Qingyun to sit down. Long Qingyun walked to the desk and picked up Bai Yunqi's cup of tea, handed it to the master with both hands, and sat down himself.

Bai Yunqi nodded slightly and said earnestly, "Since the beginning of the founding of the Kingdom of Da Yong, we have lost the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun. Not only have we lost the northern barrier, but also the Mayuan base. Our Da Yong Kingdom has always been controlled by the lack of cavalry troops, which has led to the destruction of Bei Yong. In the early years of Nan Yong, the court worked hard to govern, but achieved little success. Now Nan Yong has long been singing the wind and the moon, singing and dancing to peace, and has made Hangzhou Bianzhou."

Long Qingyun murmured to himself: "The Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun are the barriers to the north. Our Great Chu State has established its capital in Beijing, which is now the Zhongdu of Donghan. The 'The Emperor of Great Chu is much more energetic than the Emperor of Nanyong."

"What? The emperor guards the national gate. Qingyun, what are you talking about?" Bai Yunqi asked with shock.

Long Qingyun came to his senses and said, "Master, it's nothing. I'm saying that if the capital is set up in the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, the emperor can personally guard the country's gates."

Bai Yunqi smiled, "Although your idea is absurd and naive, it is also a way to inspire the king to be ambitious and work hard to govern."

Then he said, "Don't say that the emperor guards the country's gates, I remember twenty years ago, a doctor from the Ministry of Rites wrote a letter to "Looking north to China and restore the Central Plains" and was convicted for his words and demoted to his hometown. He heard that he died of depression later."

Hearing this, Long Qingyun was stunned, immediately stood up, and said in grief: "That official is my grandfather Liang Qianyi."

"Ah!" Bai Yunqi couldn't help but be stunned and said sadly: "I also heard that even though Liang Qianyi was a scholar, he still insisted on resisting Han. He deeply admired him for his teacher. Unfortunately, Doctor Liang died young, which is a pity."

As he said that, he stood up and bowed to Long Qingyun to show his admiration for Liang Qianyi. He then said, "That was during the Guangzong period. Gu Chaofeng, the Minister of Works, weaved rumors and participated in your grandfather's book. Emperor Guangzong also failed to investigate and easily believed what the treacherous ministers said. Now it is Ningzong Dynasty, and the emperor is still confident and righteous."

"Hmph, you Gu Chaofeng, one day I will ask you to settle the accounts back." Long Qingyun thought to himself. Although the emperor was foolish, Long Qingyun did not complain too much. After all, his grandfather was just demoted and returned home and did not search the house and behead him.

Due to the ancestral system, the Southern Yong Dynasty was quite generous and kind to civil officials, and only demoted officials but not beheaded. Thinking of this, Bai Yunqi looked at Long Qingyun, who was so sad and angry that he understood the truth and did not expose his resentment on the emperor. The emperor was busy with all kinds of things and was arrogant. He misjudged officials unless he was a wise monarch or a monarch, such things were common.

Bai Yunqi continued, "Qingyun, don't impulse to seek revenge from the Gu family for the time being. Then Gu Chaofeng is the father of the current prime minister Gu Jingxiu. The Gu family is a wealthy family in Nanyong, with power in the court, and the army is mixed and cannot be shaken for a while."

"According to reliable information, the representative who represented the West Lake Sword Academy in the 'West Lake Sword Contest' this time is likely to be Gu Jingxiu's second son Gu Baiyu, who is Luo Ziqian's fellow disciple."

While Bai Yunqi was speaking, he couldn't help but think of Gu Jianqiu. He stood up with a serious face, walked to the bookshelf, counted from top to bottom, and counted the ninth book from left to right, then took out the book and waved to Long Qingyun. Long Qingyun stood up and walked over. Bai Yunqi took the opportunity to hand the book to Long Qingyun.

The cover clearly read "Songyang Nine Styles Fist Notes", with the font being wild and vigorous. Long Qingyun took over the fist note and was excited, excited, and gratitude suddenly surged into his heart.

When I opened the first page, I was attracted by the general principles of boxing and completely forgot to thank the master for these etiquettes.

Bai Yunqi saw it and didn't care. He just looked at Long Qingyun with a smile, and his appreciation was beyond words: "Qingyun, you must be familiar with the essence of the boxing classics of the Nine Styles of Songyang as soon as possible. If you have any unclear points, consult as soon as possible. The West Lake sword competition will be held on the ninth day of next month."

"Yeah." Long Qingyun held the book in his left hand, muttering words in his mouth, and gestured with his right hand. He was completely intoxicated and immersed in the boxing score of "Songyang Nine Styles". While the master asked, he responded twice.

Seeing this, Bai Yunqi looked relaxed and said, "The son can teach you." Seeing the huge power of Luo Ziqian's "Thirteen Swords of Chasing Wind" just now, relying solely on the palm technique, Long Qingyun may not be Luo Ziqian's opponent in a short period of time. I went to find my senior brother Mo Tianyu and discussed whether my senior brother would personally teach Qingyun's "Bihai Liuyun Sword".

Bai Yunqi looked at Long Qingyun in the intoxicated boxing score, felt comforted and closed the door and left.

These "Nine Styles of Songyang" can be described as profound and profound. They are divided into eight styles: "Heaven, Earth, Thunder, Wind, Water, Mountains, and Ze". The dragon and Qingyun are intoxicated with it, and before they know it, it was Shen time.

When Long Qingyun saw the word "shan", he gestured, while he was in his mind, the "Paishan Palm" used by Bai Yunqi on the martial arts stage appeared in his mind, like nine mountains and valleys running, and the essence of the boxing classics was also reflected in his mind. Slowly, there were fewer and fewer mountains. Long Qingyun roared and felt the "Baihui acupoint" clear.

Long Qingyun learned medical skills with his father since he was a child. According to the "Acupuncture and Moxibustion Jia Yi Jing", this Baihui point belongs to the "Three Yangs and Five Meetings" and belongs to the Du meridian, which is one of the switches of the Ren and Du meridians of the human body.

At this moment, Bai Yunqi pushed the door and saw Long Qingyun sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed slightly, his face clear, his fist was placed on the ground, his hands were crossing the door, and his hands were crossing the vertically and making moves. Suddenly, it was the "Paoshan Palm" in the Nine Styles of Songyang, which was powerful and decent.

"Good boy, it's progressing very quickly, and he just made a clear whistle." This is a natural release of emotions after integrating the principles of boxing. Bai Yunqi secretly marveled at the high talent of this boy. Back then, I thought about it for half a month before I felt this way.

At this moment, Long Qingyun, who had a clear mind, suddenly opened his eyes, called Master, and continued to immerse himself in the boxing script.

I saw him picking up the fist score on the ground with his left hand, turning a page with his right hand, seeing the wonderful point, his right hand continued to gesture, his eyes closed slightly, and suddenly his face wrinkled, his face was solemn, as if he had encountered a block.

In a moment, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his face was free and his handsome face was extremely firm. After a cup of tea, Long Qingyun opened his eyes and held up the fist script on the ground.

"Hey, Master, what about this ninth posture?" He looked unsatisfied and rushed to the desk. When Bai Yunqi was hung on a pear blossom chair with a cup of tea, he said angrily, only knowing how to practice boxing, and even the master ignored it.

"Master, I..." Long Qingyun stuttered. Seeing his disciple's face flushed in anger, Bai Yunqi burst into laughter: "Qingyun, what's the ninth style?"

Long Qingyun said with a confused look on his face, "Master, why do you have only eight styles? Isn't it called Songyang Nine Styles Fist Notes?"

Bai Yunqi was shocked. This kid would not have finished reading this boxing book in just two hours. He said with anger: "Did you really finish reading these eight styles and understand them? You can demonstrate it to me and let me see it."

Long Qingyun stood in the open room and began to punch, "Heaven, Earth, Thunder, Wind, Water, Mountain, and Ze" wandered through the eight styles one by one. The force of the fist was stretched, and the opening and closing was unobstructed without any sense of blockage. Especially the "Paoshan Palm" was even more refreshing and steady, with the intention of the fist.

Seeing this, Bai Yunqi stood up from the pear blossom and wood chair, walked to Long Qingyun, patted his apprentice's shoulder, and laughed happily, "Good guy, no wonder I have to look at the ninth stance. It turns out that I understand all the eight stances in the first stance."

Then he paused, "Tell me this way, there is no boxing score of the ninth style. The ninth style is a collection of the eight styles in the first, so you can slowly understand it."

Speaking of this, Bai Yunqi was happy and secretly depressed. He got the boxing guide and asked about the ninth stance of the master a month later.

"Master, I'm out, Niu Ben is still waiting for me." Long Qingyun said to Bai Yunqi with a smile.

"There is nothing to ask? For example, do you have any in this boxing book that you don't understand or can't understand? I'll explain it to you." Bai Yunqi stroked his beard under his jaw and smiled.

"No more, Master, I'm out." Long Qingyun said, and handed the fist recipe to the master, turned around and prepared to leave.

"You can accept the boxing guide. By the way, I will take time to go to your master Bo Mo Tianyu's study tomorrow. He has something to explain to you."

"Great! Master." Long Qingyun put the boxing script in his arms and closed the door and left.

Seeing Long Qingyun's back disappear, Bai Yunqi looked relieved. Thinking of his senior brother Mo Tianyu's worries, I hope Long Qingyun can resolve it.

Long Qingyun was in a very comfortable mood today. The Songyang Sword Mansion, which he had been looking forward to for more than ten years, finally passed the exam. Moreover, he was favored by his master Bai Yunqi as soon as he started.

I had been in the master's house for two hours just now, and Niu Ben must have been anxious. Thinking of this, he ran all the way towards the student's bedroom.

Passing through the circular corridor on all sides, with rocks on both sides, opposite the corridors and veranda, the one that catches your eye is a courtyard house. Finally, I saw three large official script characters "Male Sleeping" on the door.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I heard a noise in the courtyard. From a distance, there were more than a dozen teenagers gathered together.

Long Qingyun ran over and saw two extremely strong guys fighting together, still breathing heavily.

The two men, with dark faces, dark arms, tall and handsome, were quite heroic and masculine, but they turned out to be Niu Ben and Wang Gao.
Chapter completed!