The cabinet discussed the matter about scholars serving in the military. At this extraordinary time, half of the Ming Dynasty was in turmoil. Although the Grand Secretary felt that it had improved the status of military personnel in vain and was unhappy, it became a consensus among the top leaders that needed to cultivate talents with both civil and military affairs. Therefore, the cabinet collectively approved it and issued an edict.

The Ming Pao also published this edict on the front page, and also published an editorial "The Ming Dynasty calls on all talents of civil and military affairs."

Chongzhen felt relaxed and comfortable, so he thought of leaving the palace in vain. With Wen Tiecheng and Zhao Yijun's dozen guards, he disguised himself as a dozen of them.

When he arrived at the most lively teahouse in Nanjing, Qingfeng Mingyue Tower, Chongzhen stopped and wanted to listen to the discussions in the market. In front of Wen Tiecheng and Zhao Yijun protected him. Chongzhen strode into the teahouse, and the waiter quickly shouted:

"Three guests, please come upstairs!"

The waiter took Chongzhen and the other two to the table on the corner of the second floor to sit down. Chongzhen saw that there was an empty table beside it, and the entire building was full. Then several guards occupied the empty table. The guards glanced at the audience with vigilant eyes and were ready to take out the pistol in their arms at any time, so that the emperor could not have any surprises.

I heard a storyteller was telling the story of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" at this moment. Isn't this a pirated copy of Jin Yong and Jin Daxia's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? I felt quite funny in my heart. The storytelling jokes chosen by the storyteller are of course the most popular plot. I didn't expect that all the people of the Ming Dynasty would also get the tricks of the Jin family's martial arts! Speaking of which, after the series of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in "Ming Pao", "Ming Pao" was printed repeatedly, and the circulation increased explosively.

It seems that spiritual opium is always a magic pill. "Men don't look at Jin Yong, women don't look at Qiong Yao", and Aunt Qiong Yao's mouth is the only one that is the one that is behind.

The young men on the next table were listening and talking, and one of them said, "Mao Pijiang's talent is really good. The martial arts novels are written in a superb way. I have read the serialization of Ming Pao below, but I am not satisfied. I still can't help but listen to Tan San again and again. Haha!"

Another said: "The storytelling sound and emotion of Tan San's storytelling are vivid and vivid. Mao Pijiang's novels are of course nonsense. Tan San's storytelling has another charm, which can be said to be complementary."

Before Wang Chengen could recite the novels in Jin Yong, he could only find Editor Mao, tell the plot outline, and then introduce Jin Yong's style. Mao began to write martial arts. Since this editor Mao's surname is "Mao", he directly took the copyright of Jin Yong's novels more than 300 years later. This serial martial arts was just to start the tricks that "Ming Pao", but the Mao family "pirated" "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" by Wang Chengen became very popular. Now even the peddlers and pawns talk about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Another person said: "I don't know if the world has such skills in novels. If I have such skills, why are I afraid of the Qing soldiers?"

A young man with a round face lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the current emperor's kung fu is unfathomable. Even Wu Sangui, who is the bravest of the three armies, cannot walk in front of the emperor for three rounds. This is what the next Jinyiwei relative told me. It is said that the emperor's light skills are also incredible. With a leap, he can fly over the palace. Even so many soldiers and generals of Li Zicheng cannot stop the emperor."

A sissy young man said, "I heard that the emperor issued an order to allow scholars to serve in the military this time, to select scholars with smart qualifications as disciples. After learning for a few successful husbands, he can become generals and ministers."

At this time, three young men who looked like scholars came up from the downstairs. One of them was wearing a square scarf, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, sunny and handsome, which made people feel like a good impression at first glance. The scholar in the middle was wearing a small hat, a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, a melon-shaped face, a white and red face, and a thin waist. He looked like a woman dressed in a man. The young man who was on the back hand wore a long sword with a slightly black face, a stubborn face. Although he was young, he had a strong aura. After the three of them came up, they saw that there was no empty table, and then they saw that there were only three people sitting on a table in the corner. The fake young man in the middle immediately ran over, bowed to Chongzhen, and said:

"Three young men, can you make it easy to squeeze and let the three of you sit together at a table?"

Zhao Yijun glared at him and was about to refuse, Chongzhen smiled and said, "The three young masters don't have to be polite. Anyway, the next three people listen to the storytelling, and the six people listen to the storytelling, please sit down!" As he spoke, he waved his hand and asked Zhao Yijun to give up one position. The fake young master was not polite, and quickly called:

"Brother Yan, Brother Yang, come here quickly, you can set up a seat here."

The one who was called Brother Yan came over and said with a polite manner: "I'm sorry for being disturbed! I'm the next surname Yan, this young master's surname is Jiang, and this young master's surname is Yang. I wonder what the three of them are called?"

Chongzhen was depressed and no one could talk. When he happened to have three companions, he smiled and said, "Young Master Yan, you are polite. My surname is Gong. One of these two surnames is Wen and the other surname is Zhao. Fortunately, you will be happy! Lucky! Please sit down!"

After sitting down for a while, the fake young master spoke first: "Brother Yan, I heard that this storyteller's martial arts are so amazing. Is there really such powerful skill in the world?"

Young Master Yan replied: "There are mountains outside the mountains in this world, and there are people outside the people. I think there are strange people outside the world, so I would rather believe that there are them!"

The young man named Yang said, "The words of novelists are mostly nothing and should not be believed in them all. The martial arts masters are already famous in the world, but I have never heard of any martial arts master as saying as a calligrapher."

The fake young master was very upset when he heard the words and said, "It is rumored in the world that the emperor's martial arts are superb. Is this fake? Brother Lin came to the capital to join the army this time, and he wanted to be a disciple under the emperor!" Seeing Chongzhen staring at him, he felt a big heart in his heart, and then shouted, "Brother Gong must be from Nanjing. I heard that the emperor can fly over the eaves and walk on the walls and have two rattles in his hands. This is a good example. I wonder if Brother Gong has heard of it?"

Chongzhen thought to himself that he could fly, but he had to ride a hot air balloon. He was not a double dart in his hand, but a double gun. He was exaggerated, but he was almost always in line. It can be seen that rumors in the world are not without any basis.

Chongzhen looked at Wen Tiecheng and thought to himself that most of the contributions of Wen Tiecheng were from Wen Tiecheng. Wen Tiecheng saw Chongzhen looking at him, and smiled. Chongzhen turned his head and said with a smile: "This young master Jiang, if you believe in the rumors, you will have them, if you don't believe in them, you will not. The emperor's kung fu has heard of them. However, even if the emperor is superb, he still lost half of the country, which shows that the courage of ordinary men is not worthy of. As we can see below, if all scholars are as martial as Mr. Yang, and the Ming Dynasty does not rely on literature and suppress martial arts, there will be hope of the Northern Central Plains in the future!"

The fake young master raised his eyebrows and scolded, "You Mr. Gong, dare to doubt the emperor's martial arts skills! You said that you have the skills of martial arts? Do you have the skills of a three-legged cat? Why don't you let me come over and let me teach you a lesson so that you can't be so arrogant and dare to underestimate the heroes of the world! Come on, see the real sign under my men." It turns out that this girl is actually a fan of Chongzhen and was very harmful to the Chongzhen myth made up by Wen Tiecheng and his group of people.

Wen Tiecheng saw that the female was going to be fucked with the emperor, and his thoughts changed and said, "This young master Jiang is a small place. If Mr. Jiang wants to ask for martial arts, he will have a suggestion. Rumors have in the world that the emperor once wrestled the arm of the Liao King Wu Sangui, and Wu Sangui was the bravest of the three armies. Everyone knows that he was defeated by the emperor. Why not imitate this today? How about Mr. Jiang's wrestling arm with my young master?" Wen Tiecheng knew that Chongzhen's kung fu was a master, but he did not know the truth of the other kung fu, so he wanted to attract Miss Jiang to get into a trap.

The female shouted, "Come on, I am afraid that I will not be able to wrestle my wrist!" She stretched out her jade wrist and put on a proud posture.

Mr. Yan smiled and said, "Brother Jiang, please wait. It's better to let Brother Gong get down and learn about Brother Gong's masterpiece. If you lose, it's not too late for Mr. Jiang to take action again. Brother Gong, I'll ask for advice!"

The fake young man laughed: "Brother Yan is already better than the one below. If Brother Gong wins, he will admit defeat. But if Brother Yan wins, he will not say that Brother Gong has to follow him and accompany him."

When Chongzhen saw this girl's innocent look, he admitted that he was not as good as Mr. Yan, but he would not take advantage of him like Mr. Yan. But after speaking, he couldn't help but feel a little rude. Wen Tiecheng was about to speak, but Chongzhen winked and immediately replied: "That's good! Mr. Yan, please!"

The guards on the next table saw that they wanted to wrestle their wrists, fearing that something unexpected happened. The two guards took out pistols from their arms and covered the pistols with long gowns. It turned out to be the tricks committed by thieves on the bus in later generations. Fortunately, Wang Chengen dared to teach such tricks, and was promoted by Wen Tiecheng. Therefore, the guards would carry a long gown with them, regardless of whether they were hot or cold. When they were out, they put on a long gown with them, and the pistol was hidden under the long gown, and the gods and ghosts didn't know it.

The tea cups on the table were packed up and made room for Chongzhen and Young Master Yan to wrestle their arm. When they saw that there was a lot of fun here, the six young masters who were talking over there stretched their necks. After a while, the other good people on the table simply surrounded them, making the guards feel as if they were facing a great enemy. Wen Tiecheng was sweating in his heart, so he had to stop the onlookers three feet away. However, he wanted the onlookers to retreat, but no one of them retreated.

At this time, Tan San's storytelling had to stop, and the hot spots in the entire teahouse suddenly moved to the wrestling competition that was originally in the corner.

After Chongzhen and Young Master Yan held their right hands tightly, they leaned forward. The tomboy volunteered to become the referee.

"One, two, three, start!"

Mr. Yan practiced the thorny and bone-bone-bone-breaking hands, and his wrist power was freely operative, and he had a lot of experience in the strength and strength of the arm joints and the method of running the strength of his arm and joints. Chongzhen still relied on the wrist grabbing skills he had practiced in later generations, and also relied on the daily arm strength and wrist strength strengthening training after traveling through time, and was also unafraid of fear. After all, the research on the force of the arm and wrist in later generations was more professional. Chongzhen repeatedly discussed with Coach Qian, who had previously wrist wrist training, so the combination of force and skills began to show his power. It was only a moment ago that Mr. Yan felt that his wrist was pushed and crooked, and his wrist could not be exerted. A strong force was pressed, and his wrist could not be exerted. The arm fell to the right and was about to be pressed down. Mr. Yan gritted his teeth, and an internal force reached his arm, but he held his arm down. Chongzhen originally

After successfully snatching the wrist, he could press down the opponent's arm with one force. Unexpectedly, the young man was strong and he could hold his arm down. He didn't have enough energy. If he was exhausted, what would he be the younger opponent? He had to take the risk and restrained the arm's strength. When Mr. Yan saw that there was a chance, he immediately exerted force and wanted to press Chongzhen's arm down in one fell swoop. Seeing his arm back to the midpoint bit by bit, Chongzhen's arm was pressed down at an angle. Mr. Yan was still pressing down hard and was about to finish his efforts. Suddenly, he felt that his wrist was pushed, twisted and pulled by the other party again. Then a great force broke out on the other party's wrist and pressed it violently. This time, he could no longer bear the force, and his arm fell down and hit the table. With a click, the table could not withstand the force and actually broke a table leg.

At the moment, a group of lively people cheered loudly and were having a lot of fun. However, the stalemate time was still too short, and the crowd was still unsatisfied, but they had to disperse one after another.

Chongzhen took the risk of using his wrist explosive power and inertial impact force to rush past the stalemate point, and then he put down his opponent's arm. He shouted in his heart that if this young man was not in a hurry to press down his arm, as long as he held his arm down and adopted the consumption tactic, he would definitely lose.

Mr. Yan was defeated and had not figured out how he defeated, but he was convinced and said immediately: "Brother Gong is amazing! I admire him!"

When the fake young master saw that even Mr. Yan was not an opponent, Mr. Yang was a boxing technique, so he was not as good as Mr. Yan when it came to wrestling his wrists. Of course, he could only admit defeat. He couldn't help but look at Chongzhen with a little admiration, so he said with ease: "Brother Gong, I have offended him so much below. Please forgive me!"

Chongzhen had just won a lot of danger, but when he saw this seemingly unruly tomboy who was happy, he smiled and said:

"Thank you! This young master Yan just didn't know how to grab the game, and was lucky enough to win a game. Young master Yan really has great potential."

"Where are you? I'm not good at learning skills, so thank you Brother Gong for your advice."

"Young Master Yan, you are polite! You are here from Nanjing. If you have any needs in the future, you might as well find Butler Wen." I thought to myself, I wonder if this fake Mr. Jiang wants to imitate Mulan and join the army, so there is a chance to watch it.

The story about the emperor winning a master of grappling with his arm at "Qingfeng Mingyue Tower". After all, the paper cannot keep the news and spread the following day.

The shopkeeper of Qingfeng Mingyue Building is a smart person. Since then, he has set up a new "armor wrestling" event in the teahouse. Every day, Tan San will set up three "armor wrestling" competitions after finishing his storytelling. The winner will be awarded. Later, he accepted bettors to buy horses, making a "Qingfeng Mingyue Building" extremely popular. Later, he had to buy the property next door and expand the venue three times, so he could only deal with the guests who came to hear the storytelling to watch the event.

As for the table where the emperor wrenched his wrench and made his legs lame, the lame leg had not been repaired. The table was surrounded by red silk and placed in a conspicuous position in the teahouse. A bronze plaque was placed on the table, with the letter "His Majesty Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty won the wrench and the victory on a certain day of the month."

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Chapter completed!