The next day Yang Jian walked into the classroom and saw Liu Pi's elbow still resting in the white cloth pocket on his chest.

He walked over and asked with concern.

"Are you feeling better?"

Liu Pi saw Yang Jian taking the initiative to greet him and said hurriedly.

"It's much better. It's nothing serious. I'm really sorry about that day."

"It's okay, it's okay. We have ourselves to blame for that."

In the evening, Yang Jian walked out of Taixue University and saw Li Shun riding on his horse and holding his own horse in his hand, running towards Taixue University from a distance.

"Hey, Brother Yang, do you have to be in a hurry to go home?"

Yang Jian heard someone greeting him.

When he quickly turned around and saw it was Zheng Yi, he said.

"It's Brother Zheng, is there something wrong?"

"It's like this. We want to invite you to get together, but we don't know if you are willing to honor us."

Yang Jian said.

"Just now?"

Zheng Yi replied

"Yeah, isn't school out now?"

Yang Jian continued.

"Okay, we have just arrived in Chang'an and are living in unfamiliar places. We are feeling lonely. Who else is meeting us?"

"The other one is our friend Liu Pi, do you think it's convenient?"

After Zheng Yi finished speaking, he stared at Yang Jian nervously.

"What's the inconvenience? I'm sorry about what happened the day before we took office, and I want to apologize to him."

Zheng Yi was overjoyed.

explain.

"That's great. It's settled. Liu Pi is still in the school. Let's go and ask him to come."

After saying that, he walked into the classroom and called Liu Pi.

Li Shun was already waiting by the roadside with his horse.

Yang Jian walked over and said to Li Shun.

"We and some classmates are going to get together. You go back and tell the old lady that you don't have to wait for us to have dinner."

Then Liu Pi, Zheng Yi and Yang Jian entered the most famous wine shop on Xuanwu Street while walking and chatting.

Outside the city of Chang'an, there was still chaos and chaos, and everything was desolate.

On Xuanwu Street within the capital, there was a peaceful scene of singing and dancing.

Liu Pi, Zheng Yi and everyone in the restaurant looked like acquaintances as soon as they entered the door and were ushered into an elegant private room.

The three of them were very happy to meet each other, each sitting on one side.

When the food and wine are served, everyone must first give way and take down their chopsticks.

When the wine is full and the ears are warm, he starts to have no scruples.

Liu Pi narrowed his eyes and said to Yang Jian.

"Brother Yang, don't blame me. I still couldn't help but want to ask you about what happened last time. If you feel inconvenient to answer and want to keep it a secret, you don't have to answer. We won't blame my dear brother.

Yang Jian said frankly.

"You are so unhappy, brother, just ask me anything? Why do we have such a secret? Even if there is something really happening, we will not hide it from the two brothers sitting next to each other."

"real?"

Yang Jian replied.

"Of course."

Liu Pi picked up the wine glass and Yang Jian also picked up his own glass.

Liu Pi said after touching the two glasses and drinking them down in one gulp.

"We have been wondering in our hearts. We obviously punched you, but you were fine, but my wrist was swollen. What magical secrets did you use?"

"Oh, haha."

Yang Jian laughed.

"That's it? What kind of magical skill is this? It's just a bit of luck to protect yourself."

Liu Pi thought for a while and shook his head.

"It's not as simple as you said. When you leaned back, it hurt our fingers. When I got angry, I punched you in the back. You don't have back eyes, even if you do.

It’s too late to take precautions. In hard qigong, we have seen that you have to stand upright and dance for a while before you can get enough qi.”

"Well, yes, yes."

Yang Jian nodded.

"You are right. The qigong we learn is indeed a little different from the ordinary qigong we see in daily life, but it is by no means a magical skill."

Liu Pi and Zheng Yi said at the same time.

, "Then how did you learn it?"

Yang Jian said without thinking.

"We have been learning to read and write since we were five years old. At first, we could not sit still and our buttocks were always swaying. The master said that this was not good, so he slowly corrected our sitting posture. My master is a nun.

She said that the first step in spiritual practice is to meditate, and when she was correcting my sitting posture, she passed on this set of sitting exercises she had figured out to me."

Zheng Yi, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

"Then this Kung Fu must be difficult to learn, right?"

The elegant and free-spirited Zheng Yi was a man from Kaifeng in Xingyang. His grandfather Zheng Qiao served as Taichang in the Wei Dynasty.

Father Zheng Daoyong paid homage to Sikong and knew that Princess Pingyang had no son. Seeing Zheng Yisheng's good looks, he made her her queen.

Zheng Yi knew how to ride and shoot, so he envied Yang Jian's kung fu.

"The sitting skills we learned are not difficult at all."

Yang Jian said.

"If you have practiced Qigong since you were a child, and you can fully understand the few key points taught by the master, there will be no problem. If you have never practiced Qigong and have practiced other martial arts, you have to go through a process to learn it, but you can learn it all

Well, you can master the essentials after practicing for a period of time. If you have never practiced any skills, it will take a lot of effort to learn."

Liu Pi asked happily.

"So how long will it take to get to where you are now?"

"This depends on whether you are willing to put in the effort."

Yang Jian said.

“Isn’t it just the four words of learning, practice makes perfect?”

"Well, I say it's not mysterious, but it's actually not easy. If you don't learn it, you won't learn it anymore."

Liu Pi said, raising the wine glass in his hand.

"Come on, let's do it. If you don't fight, you won't get to know each other."

Yang Jian got drunk for the first time when he was 13 years old.

Different year.

The first year of Emperor Gong of the Western Wei Dynasty.

AD 554.

Yang Jian's father Yang Zhong was given the Xianbei surname "Puliuru" by the emperor for his outstanding achievements.

One year later, Pu Liuru, who was 15 years old, was eager to enter the official career from Imperial College.

Another year later, Yang Jian was awarded the title of Regular Attendant of Sanqi, Chariot and Cavalry, General Yitong of the Third Division for his father's meritorious service and was granted the title of Duke of Jixian County.

In the 3rd year of Emperor Gong of the Western Wei Dynasty, 17-year-old Yang Jian was promoted to General of Hussars and added Kaifu.

Yang Jian, who has been promoted all the way, is very proud of himself.

During these three years, Yang Jian had grown from an unexperienced young man to a burly, seven-foot-eight-inch general and court official with unparalleled martial arts skills due to the training of fighting on the battlefield.

Behind the seemingly smooth sailing, crisis has quietly struck this young and successful general.

In the fourth year of Emperor Gong's reign in the Western Wei Dynasty, the Yuwen family, the most powerful family in the Eight Pillar States, became tired of the regent.
To be continued...