Chapter 55: Two or Three Things About the Martial Ancestor
Half a day later, they finally arrived at Tongning City. Everyone was nervous along the way, fearing that the Juling Pavilion would send people to catch up with them, but fortunately, everything was safe and sound.
It is majestic and towering, much stronger than the small town guarded by the Kuanglang Gang.
As the provincial capital, although Tongning City is within the sphere of influence of Nandoumen, it also maintains the basic dignity of the imperial court.
A few listless soldiers were patrolling and standing guard at the city gate. If they encountered easy-to-bully civilians, they would take some bribes from them, but if they encountered gangsters, they would stay away from them.
Wang Yao and his companions, who were dusty but strong, and even had some bloodstains on their clothes, naturally entered the city smoothly.
There were many people walking in the city, including many martial arts masters, who walked around with swords and knives, but ordinary civilians were not afraid.
This is because the wandering Nandou Sect disciples will make anyone who dares to cause trouble suffer a fate worse than death.
"Alas, in this world, the order of the capital city has to be maintained by gangs. What kind of court is this? They dare to call themselves the Martial Dynasty and establish a country based on military power. How ridiculous."
Wang Yao carefully observed the situation in the city and couldn't help shaking his head, feeling both amused and sad.
"Once we're in the city, Juling Pavilion won't dare act rashly. Everyone should disperse and look for a suitable house first, preferably a large mansion." Zhang Yun breathed a sigh of relief at this time and gave instructions to everyone.
It's easier to talk if you have money. They had previously found a lot of silver and money that originally belonged to the Kuanglang Gang on the disciples of the Juling Pavilion.
In less than half an hour, a broker introduced them to a luxury house. Zhang Yun did not even bother to rent it, but directly spent most of her fortune to buy it.
It was said that the martial arts school and the residence were both available. When Wang Yao arrived at the place and took a look, he felt that the purchase was a very good deal.
The house is not far from the city center and is not remote. It is a mansion that was sold by a high-ranking official of the imperial court.
There is a spacious front yard which can be used as a martial arts training ground, and there are more than ten rooms in the backyard which can easily accommodate dozens of people.
Ordinary disciples don’t have to live in single rooms, as they have everything they need, such as kitchens, toilets, etc. Even if the price may be high, no one will care.
The brothers finally had a home again. Before it got dark, they all worked together to clean up and moved in.
In the middle of the night, Wang Yao tiptoed to the outside of Zhang Yun's room.
The candlelight was still on inside, and it turned out that they hadn't gone to bed yet. They were waiting for me. Wang Yao calmed down.
"Knock, knock, Elder Zhang, Xiaojiu is here to keep his appointment."
Zhang Yun opened the door and let Wang Yao in with a look of relief.
"You're truly incredibly clever. Your previous simplicity was all an act. Even though this story is widely circulated, it's not something I would have thought of immediately."
Earlier in the day, Zhang Yun knocked on Wang Yao’s head three times, and Wang Yao immediately understood what she meant. This was not the story of Bodhi Patriarch knocking on Sun Wukong’s head three times in the previous life.
But what does Zhang Yun mean now? Is there such a story in this world? Wang Yao was terrified when he thought about it and quickly pulled Zhang Yun to sit down.
Before Zhang Yun could talk about tonight's business, Wang Yao asked anxiously, "Elder Zhang, can you tell me the story of the three knocks on the head?"
Although Zhang Yun was a little confused, seeing that Wang Yao seemed very eager to listen, she slowly told him the story.
"This story originated from Emperor Wuzu. When he was young, he took the imperial examinations but failed repeatedly. He ended up writing a novel."
"Ah, is this novel called Journey to the West?" Wang Yao interrupted Zhang Yun.
"Yes, you have heard it. Bingdie said that you usually only focus on practicing hard, and I didn't expect you still have time to read vernacular novels." Zhang Yun's wrinkled old face was full of smiles, because he was also a loyal reader of Journey to the West.
He knows shit. This kid Bian Jiu is just a blockhead. All he does is practice boxing.
Wang Yao confirmed that the founding emperor of the Wu Dynasty, Wuzu, was a time traveler from Blue Star.
So he instantly became curious about this Wuzu. How did this fellow villager become the founding emperor?
"Elder, elder, please tell me more about the Martial Ancestor. I want to hear it." Wang Yao ran behind Zhang Yun and massaged her shoulders.
Zhang Yun had no choice. The future hope of the Kuanglang Gang was Wang Yao. This little thing was nothing. Moreover, maybe the deeds of the Martial Ancestor could even inspire him.
"Martial Ancestor is a legendary figure. He learned martial arts at the age of three, wrote poetry at the age of five, and was proficient in both literature and martial arts at the age of nine.
However, when he was young, he loved literature more and began taking the imperial examinations at the age of twelve. Some of his poems are still popular today."
Well, I would probably be impressed by these poems too, Wang Yao rolled his eyes, this guy has been showing off since he was three years old.
"Later, you should also know that Wu Zu failed the imperial examination until he was eighteen. He began to give up on himself and even locked himself up to write vernacular novels that no one would read."
Speaking of this, Zhang Yun's eyes suddenly became profound and his tone became respectful.
"However, a genius is a genius. The vernacular novels he wrote became an instant hit as soon as they were published. The idea that everyone was reading Journey to the West was no joke at the time.
From kings and nobles to peddlers and hawkers, everyone was crazy about reading his Journey to the West.
Just when his fame was at its peak, the northern barbarians moved southward. The Wen Dynasty, which respected literature, was unable to resist, and the capital fell in half a month.
As the pro-war faction, the Wuzu family was killed, and only Wuzu fled to the south alone.
What does it mean to have a country destroyed and a family ruined? This is it. In this chaotic world, no one cares about Journey to the West anymore, and he even ends up living on the streets.
Wang Yao couldn't help but ask, "Is it so miserable? Isn't Wu Zu a man of both civil and military talents? He shouldn't be living on the streets!"
Zhang Yun's well-prepared emotions were suddenly interrupted by Wang Yao. She turned around and rolled her eyes, saying, "Are you still going to listen? Or do you want to say it yourself?"
Wang Yao quickly apologized and let Zhang Yun continue.
"The prosperous Central Plains, the center of civilization for thousands of years, was ravaged by the iron cavalry of foreign races. However, they did not give up. Instead, they marched south in large numbers, determined to occupy the entire country.
The south will also be lost. At this time, Wu Zu, who is wandering on the streets, receives a secret book from an alien.
This is also known as the most prestigious martial arts book in the martial arts world, the Wordless Heavenly Book. Wu Zu was incredibly gifted and quickly mastered everything in it, including martial arts, commanding troops in battle, and even dragon-slaying techniques!
After hearing this, Wang Yao, who had no idea what was going to happen next, immediately lost interest.
Turning around and sitting across from Zhang Yun, he said helplessly, "Martial Ancestor immediately raised the banner of rebellion. With his charisma, he attracted talented men of letters and martial arts, trained elite troops, and defeated the enemy."
Zhang Yun's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to speak, but Wang Yao continued, "Will the Martial Ancestor then spread his martial arts across the land, thrive for a few years, gather martial arts masters, successfully launch a northern expedition to the Central Plains, annihilate all the foreign races, and establish the Martial Dynasty?"
"You kid, has anyone told you this history? Why do you come here to make fun of me, an old woman?" Zhang Yun was very angry and felt that Wang Yao was playing tricks on her.
Wang Yao felt bitter. He had no idea what was happening before. It was because his fellow villager’s template looked too much like the protagonist. He could guess what would happen next.
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