The 108 square meters of Chang'an City are as bright as the sea, and the neighbors are as chessboard roads. Buildings are located in the middle.

The towering imperial city at the end of Zhuque Street is a little taller than all buildings. It looks like an insurmountable wall from afar. The dome of the palace inside can be faintly seen, showing some outlines under the moonlight.

Xu Buling was wearing night clothes and ran through the houses and the walls at full speed, approaching the imperial city quickly like a black shadow.

The imperial city is very large, with sixteen palace gates on all sides. Each gate must have a master. The wolf guards are outside and the secret guards inside, plus the five guards on the surface, surrounded the imperial city from the inside out into an iron barrel formation. It is difficult to enter from outside.

However, Xu Buling was not leading troops to force the palace, so the Imperial Guard naturally did not have to deal with it head-on and avoid the tight defense. Xu Buling of Changle Palace had already stepped on the spot last time, and there were masters but not many, and most of the places were empty.

As night fell, the palace gate had not been closed yet, and the defense was concentrated at the city gate. Xu Buling came to the street adjacent to Yongchangfang and the imperial city. The brigade of imperial guards who were leaning against were patrolling the city walls with strong bows and crossbows, carrying lanterns.

Xu Buling held his breath and calmed himself. He waited quietly for a while until the imperial guards patrolling the city wall were far away and had not yet turned back. He suddenly set off and walked through the wide long street to the city wall. Two daggers slipped out from his sleeves, stabbed into the gap between the wall bricks, and climbed up with the force. He blinked down the wall like a gecko. He listened to the wall and listened to the movement, then turned over and jumped onto the palace wall...

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The night is getting darker.

A green lamp was lit in the imperial study behind Tai Chi Palace, and two red-robed eunuchs stood at the door holding whisks. In front of them was the Tai Chi Palace, and several auspicious beasts on the top of the palace could be seen from afar.

From Zhuque Gate to Chengtian Gate is an outer city, and the imperial guards are stationed there. After entering Chengtian Gate, there are a secret guards with a hundred steps. From Chengtian Gate to the imperial study, the entire Tai Chi Palace is covered with scattered scattered.

Whether it was Dayue or the Daqi in the previous dynasty, there have been incidents of brave warriors or dead soldiers sneaking into the palace city in history. Unfortunately, the wall of Tai Chi palace is three or five meters high, and nearly six thousand steps from Zhuque Gate to the Imperial Study Room. No one has ever successfully passed a thousand steps, which means that even Chengtian Gate has not entered, let alone the harem behind Tai Chi Palace.

It was late at night and as the drums rang out, the gates of Chang'an City closed one after another, and the palace city became quiet and isolated from the prosperous capital outside the wall, forming two worlds.

In the imperial study room, Song Ji stood in front of Queen Cui's portrait, lit three incense sticks and inserted them on the incense table. He looked up at the scroll, his face as usual, as he looked at the ancient well.

Eunuch Jia walked in with a pot of tea, placed it on the table, and comforted him:

"Sir, the dragon body is important. If you have nothing to do in the year, you should rest early."

Song Ji carried his hands on his back and sighed in a faint voice:

"Have Jia Yi found whereabouts?"

Eunuch Jia's cheeks were full of wrinkles and shook his head: "Jia Yi is very talented, but the dead man was born too straightforward. He still couldn't be enlightened after many educations. He may have been used by someone... There are so many good things."

"The queen was close to Jia Yi back then, and even I couldn't do anything to her... Jia Yi was loyal to protecting the master. After the queen left, he probably couldn't let it go. Everyone has their own destiny, so let him go."

"...Jia Yi shouldn't have entered the palace. If he was in the world, he would have achieved success in time and was no less than Lu Baiming and others. It would be a pity..."

When Song Ji heard this, he turned around and sat down in front of the imperial desk, and was silent for a while:

"In recent years, there are indeed no outstanding figures in the world. When I was hunting for deer, my original intention was not to interrupt the backbone of the warriors and turn the world into a stagnant pool. However, those forces in the world, with a large territory and a large number of people, have forgotten their duty and began to think about getting involved in the court. To this day, there are still a group of villains who secretly plan to provoke disputes between the Three Kingdoms and overthrow my world...

... The hero violated the ban with martial arts. I can't control it without being too loose or tight. The head of the Lu family in Donghai did not even dare to leave the Lu family. It was a bit too much to say."

Eunuch Jia nodded slightly. Since ancient times, most kings are conceited and rarely reflect on their mistakes. But Song Ji is obviously not like this. As long as the ministers’ advice is true, even if they point at the nose and scold them, Song Ji will readily accept and correct it.

However, Eunuch Jia disagrees with his opinion on "excessive correction": "Military men founded the country, literati ruled the world, and there were too many martial people in the peaceful and prosperous era. There were many harms but no benefits. If they were not controlled, they would inevitably harm the people in the market. Well... But if the control was too strict, the people in the martial arts world had nowhere to vent their energy, which would also increase the atmosphere of burning, killing, and plundering. Chang'an was singing and dancing in an open face, and there was a serious injury in secret every year."

"The Daxing Martial Arts is a way out for the warriors, but those tourists who are proud of their nobleness refuse to join the army. I can no longer let them rebel and kill each other without interfering with each other. Wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

Eunuch Jia thought for a while: "What people want is nothing more than power, money, fame and character. People in the martial arts world value more fame and character. As long as they enter the martial arts world, they want to occupy a place in the martial arts world. In the past, this "fame" was created by killing, but now they are not allowed to kill, so they can only compete and no one can be convinced...

...The East Sea Lu Baiming's swordsmanship is not as good as Zhu Chu Mountain. The swordsman mentioned the "Sword Saint" in the rivers and lakes, but he only knew the old swordsman Zhu Chou Mountain but not Lu Baiming, because Lu Baiming had never traveled to the rivers and lakes to accumulate reputation. The old slave felt that he could start from this aspect."

Song Ji picked up the teacup and took a sip. Although the matter of martial arts was a trivial matter, as the Emperor of Dayue, he would naturally not slacken in his slackness. After thinking carefully for a moment, he looked at the scroll hanging on the wall:

"During the reign of the late emperor, there were 'Xuanhe Eight Kui', which has been sung in the world. Why don't I personally give the title of 'Zhaohong Ten Kui' and give the title of the martial artist to the world and let the martial artists in the world compete?"

Eunuch Jia walked up to him and nodded, "There is such a saying in the world, but it has never been able to become a climate. As the saying goes, "There is no second in martial arts." If the emperor personally opened the imperial mouth and gave it a plaque, the world would probably be much more lively...

...The people in the market are actually the most popular with the deeds of talented men, heroes and beauties. People work during the day and can relax in a tavern and tea shop in their spare time, which will also help people to calm their hearts."

Eunuch Jia’s words are very visionary. Even if the emergence of modern society, radio, television and other things is the original purpose of making the people at the bottom feel tired and relaxed.

Song Ji also became a little interested, and nodded after a little consideration: "Tomorrow, discuss with Xiao Xiang and others. If it is feasible, then send the edict... If there is no first in literature, the talented man will be spared. As for the beauty in the world... go and find Xu Danqing back to me, give him a pen, and ask him if he will accept it or not."

"That's the candidate for the Ten Martial Arts?"

"I'm not from the world, do you have a suitable person to recommend?"

Eunuch Jia carefully recalled the past and said in a deep voice: "Sword Saint Lu Baiming, Qianrenmen Situ Yue Jin, Prince Su Xu Buling can be on the list. It is difficult for others to distinguish between the top and bottom of the game. It will take a round to know."

Song Ji was a little surprised: "Xu Buling is only eighteen years old, can he enter the top ten in the world?"

Eunuch Jia nodded seriously: "If you become famous at a young age, if you don't get the Dragon Gu, you'll be ranked tenth, and you'll be qualified."

Song Ji knew how to do martial arts, and the master who knew the most was Eunuch Jia, and asked now:

"Which one of you is among the ten people?"

Eunuch Jia's face was full of pleated words and showed a little modesty:

"The old slave is old and can be ranked behind Prince Xu."

Song Ji tapped the table with his fingers and shook his head and smiled:

"Forget it, let outsiders fight for you."

"promise!"

The master and servant discussed for a while, and suddenly a black shadow fell outside the door, and spoke in a deep voice outside the imperial study room:

"Sir, there are guests entering the palace."

The palace gate has been closed, so it is naturally not invited to visit guests at this time.

Since the Iron Eagle Hunting Deer, there have been many people who have sneaked into the palace to take revenge, and Song Ji didn't care.

After Eunuch Jia bowed and bowed, he slowly walked out with the whisk and closed the door...

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