This trend also hit Huiye Mansion. After receiving the official documents from the Ministry of War, Jiang Anyi asked someone to post notices at the city gates everywhere.

There were 10,000 troops in Huazhou, and ten were qualified to participate in the competition. Jiang Anyong came back from the military camp and was very interested in learning about the situation of competing in the military camp to compete in Beijing. The family of four was all martial arts practitioners, and they listened with relish. Siyu even interrupted and asked from time to time.

When Jiang Anyi heard the news, he knew that this competition was to prepare for the Northern Expedition, and most of the experts in the army would be sent to Zhenbei Daying. When he wrote "A scholar, a marquis of ten thousand households", Jiang Anyi was full of hope to be able to leap horses and whip to make achievements and be promoted to marquis, but no matter how he thought about it, as the governor of Huazhou, it was impossible for him to go to participate in the competition.

"Brother, I'm so popular today. No one on the school field is my opponent." Jiang Anyong looked at his brother with no intention. He has been good at martial arts since he was a child. Jiang Anyi taught him five-step fist and laid a solid foundation. Later, Jiang Anyong learned his skills with Master Hong Xin. Although he did not teach him the "Heart Sutra of Subduing Demons", other martial arts masters Hong Xin carefully taught him that Jiang Anyong's martial arts were passed down from Mingpu Temple. Later, Jiang Anyi obtained the true merit of Mingyu in Huangyang Mountain and immediately taught him

Jiang Anyong, Mingyu's true skills are "quiet" skills, and he focuses on the word "guard". Jiang Anyong quickly stepped into the realm of refining essence and qi, and was able to spread his true energy outside his body. It is difficult to hurt him when he attacked him on ordinary attacks. Jiang Anyong often felt that his skills were not as good as Siyu, and he paid more and more attention to fighting on the battlefield, striving to make a brilliant move to defeat the enemy, and he was unlikely to meet an opponent in the garrison. This time, the court held a martial arts competition, and his colleagues in the army encouraged him to go to Beijing to try it. Even Guan Pingzhong believed that he could be at least one hundred.

The court competition was divided into two sides. The left and right soldiers competed for heroism. If they could enter the army, they would be given 100 silver taels of silver. If they could enter the first rank, they would be rewarded with 200 silver taels of silver. If they entered the top ten officials were promoted to the second rank, they would be rewarded with 500 silver taels of silver. If they entered the top three, they would be rewarded with 100 silver taels of silver. If they entered the top three, they would be rewarded with 100 silver taels of silver. If they entered the top three, they would be rewarded with 100 silver taels of silver. The generals who entered the top 100 will be promoted to the red list of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Rites, they would be selected to lead the army in Zhenbei Daying. The great honor of Zheng Xiong's soldiers is one million, and he can enter the top 100 among the million soldiers. Just thinking about it, Jiang Anyong felt excited.

Before Jiang Anyi could speak, Siyu smiled and said, "There are no masters in the garrison? You are the tallest among the shorts. You can try it in Beijing and see if you can get into the five hundred?"

Jiang Anyong said angrily: "With my ability, it is not easy to enter the top 100. Brother, just say this to Siyu, I will also try it in Beijing."

Jiang Anyi said: "You don't have to act for me. I won't stop An Yong's fight. It's a good thing to see the heroes of the world, but I can't live without people here. You have to come back to me after the fight. If you go to the Beimo war, I will blame me."

"Okay, brother, I promise you." Jiang Anyong said with a smile.

Xingshi County, Weizhou, is located on a major transportation road, connecting Dezhou from the east to the east, and heading south to Duanzhou from Lizhou to the north. Qingshui passed by the county and flowed into the Yuanhua River. Water transportation was also very developed. The official roads in the west of the city were constantly carrying carriages, lacquerware, flower tea, and silk trucks flowing endlessly. Hawkers carried baskets and various snacks to sell along the way. A long pavilion of ten miles was built, selling tea and snacks, and long benches were filled with pedestrians resting.

A carriage parked slowly next to a stall next to the pavilion. The yellow-faced man who was driving the car had clear eyes. After parking the car, he threw away the curtain and said softly: "Wife, come down and eat something before leaving.

Well, Xingshi County is ten miles ahead.”

A village girl came out of the car, looking at her pretty eyebrows and eyes, but her skin was dark. The man stretched out his hand and put his hands on the man's hand. The hands were like tender gloves, which were clearly different from her skin. After getting off the car, the village girl glanced at the man's man, and the two found an empty stool to sit down, ordered some pastries and drink tea to rest.

Several men at the next table were wearing strong clothes, hanging swords and hanging swords, and were talking loudly about the martial arts competition in the capital. The yellow-faced man watched and was absent-minded even when his wife asked questions. The village girl threw the rice cake in her hand back into the plate and pouted without saying anything. When the man saw that his wife was angry, he quickly accompanied him. After a while, the young couple started to talk and laugh again.

The group of men came on horseback and headed north. The yellow-faced man looked at Yanchen and came out of the God of God. The village girl held the man's ear with her fingers, turned his head around, and pretended to be angry: "Your soul is about to be lost, and you won't be on the way."

When the village girl got into the car, the yellow-faced man led the horse toward Xingshi County. The village girl lifted the curtain of the car and said, "Why are you still walking towards Xingshi County? Why don't you go back to your soul?"

The man was stunned at first, then he was overjoyed and smiled, "Yan'er, you still understand my intentions. Let's go to the capital to see the fun."

"Who is going to watch the fun? The court held a martial arts competition to recruit talents from all over the world? Why don't you think about taking the opportunity to win fame? If you have a half-time position in the future, it's better to return to your hometown to see my mother and brother." The village girl shrank and shed tears in the car. The yellow-faced man was stunned for a moment, turned his horse's head and headed north.

In the first month of the year, the border is covered with ice and snow. This winter is not very cold for the desert, but the coldest time has come in most desert people's hearts, and their great khan has returned to heaven.

The royal court in Beimo was in a state of depression. After the death of the Khan, the two princes led their subordinates to leave the royal court, and thousands of Canglang people returned to Liman, and thousands of black wolf cavalry supported Kunbo. The original wise kings, Qiequ, Duwei and other officials of the royal court either supported their leader or left, and a war was about to break out.

To everyone's surprise, before Wushi's Khan died, he ordered the five thousand Golden Wolf Army to be loyal to Tizhu Jushi. It was because of the shock of the Golden Wolf Army, and both Kunbo and Liman hoped to be supported by their girls, that they temporarily withdrew from the royal court, which allowed the royal court to maintain temporary peace.

In the golden tent, Tizhu, who grew up into a big girl, looked worried. When the desert touched the situation of war, she was worried. Her father Khan passed away and told her to keep the vitality of Beimo and not allow her two brothers to fight. She made a will in front of the ministers that whoever could go south to seize Zhengdu Yongchang would be the Khan.

When everyone retreated, Ushi took his daughter's hand and called Enhan, the leader of the Jinwolf Army, and asked him to swear allegiance to Tizhu Juci. Enhan was originally a death row prisoner of the Great Khan of the Turtle. After Ushi killed Turtle, he saved his life. Because of his outstanding martial arts, he further attracted him. Among the ministers of the Northern Desert, Enhan was the most loyal person. In front of Ushi, Enhan cut his hair and sweared to swear allegiance.

After Wu Shi's death, Kunbo and Liman wanted to win over the Golden Wolf Army, but they could not impress Enhan and win over the Golden Wolf Army's generals. Enhan and his men killed eight generals in a row to suppress the Golden Wolf Army. Enhan and the remaining generals came to Tizhu Juci and swear allegiance to her. It was precisely because the Golden Wolf Army stood firmly beside Tizhu that the upcoming war in Beimo stopped temporarily.

Before his death, Wushi told Tizhu that he would suppress Kunbo and Liman, rely on Saduism, and let his daughter die on his own.

Later, he asked the Dharma King out of Sadu to do rituals for him, and asked her to ask the Dharma King to be in charge of the royal court so that the Dharma King could ensure that the desert was not in chaos.

Tizhu, who was sad and crying, did not see the worry in her father's eyes. It was easy to ask for a god and difficult to send a god. Wushi has always been close to Sadu Sect. He has both relied on the strength of Sadu Sect and was wary of Sadu Sect invading the power of Khan. Now that his deadline has come, the two sons are incompatible with each other, and his daughter cannot control the situation. Only by relying on the Dharma King can the two sons be afraid and the tribes dare not be disheartened. As for whether the Dharma King will become the lord of the desert, it is no longer a matter for him to manage. After all, the Dharma King is also a native of the desert. Even if he can ensure that the desert does not decline, he is worthy of his ancestors.

As Wushi expected, Dharma King Badorje came to the royal court with dozens of disciples. Under the guidance of the Dharma King, the body of Wushi Khan's funeral was turned into ashes in the holy fire, and dozens of knights sprinkled with ashes to all directions of the desert. At the request of Tizhu Jushi, the mourning people built a three-story temple on Mount Mi, six miles north of the royal court. The golden tent on the upper level was the residence of the Dharma King, the middle level was the residence of the master, the superiors and the venerable, and the lower level was the residence of the practitioners and attendants. Near the sacred mountain, there were small tribes camping around to pray for the blessing of the Dharma King. Countless mourning people were proud to serve the Dharma King and their disciples.

Tizhu stood up. The eighteen-year-old girl was as beautiful as fire, her skin was as white as milk, her golden hair was naturally curled with waves, her beautiful brown pair was so sensational, and the sadness on her eyebrows made people feel pity. The two brothers went one by one, and Wang Ting relied on the Golden Wolf Army to support herself, but the small tribes that originally depended on Wang Ting defected to the Divine Cult, and the worries of Father Khan before his death were gradually emerging.

The curtain was raised, and a general from the Golden Wolf Cavalry gave a gift in front of the tent. Atina, an Aga (a leader of the 100 cavalry, a low-level general) of the Golden Wolf Cavalry. His father Tu He Chu was a little khan from a tribe of 60,000 people, and was one of the few people who supported him. Of course, Tizhu knew that Tu He Chu was the purpose of hoping that he could marry his son Atina.

"Atina, what's the matter?" Tizhu asked.

Atina glanced at Tizhu admirably, touched her chest and said, "Juci, the Dharma King sent someone to invite you to go there, saying that someone brought news from Dazheng, which is important, please go and listen."

Tizhu frowned secretly. The news about Dazheng was not sent to the Khan tent, but the temple informed him in turn. It won’t take long to get the people of the desert to know the temple but not the royal court.

"I understand," Tizhu ordered: "Let General Enhan guard me."

Dharma King Badowje is the 17th generation Dharma King of the Sadu Cult. In the desert language, Badowje means "the god walking on the ground". Tizhu walked into the golden tent, and the Dharma King sat cross-legged on the blanket, signaling her to sit down next to her.

A man in the desert dress was placed next to the Dharma King. The Dharma King introduced: "This is my disciple Kalu. He has been doing business between the desert and Zheng State for many years. He has brought news about Zheng State. Please listen to it too."

Kalu detailed the Zheng State to dispatch 240,000 troops to form Zhenbei Camp to station in Dengzhou and Leizhou. It will take not long to invade the desert north. Zheng State is now preparing to hold a martial arts competition and choose the strong men in the army to enrich the Zhenbei Camp to prepare for the northern invasion.

Tizhu is in a mess, with bad news one after another. How should she deal with it?
Chapter completed!