Han Ruzi woke up automatically. It was still dark. He turned his head and slowly identified the outline of his wife's head. She was sleeping very well, with a few fingers exposed outside the quilt, as if hiding in the curtain and peeping out.

Han Ruzi got out of bed and put on her clothes quietly. He heard a hazy voice coming from the bed: "It's still dark..."

"I'll get up and sit down for a while." Han Ruzi replied softly, standing there for a while, and hearing no sound on the bed, he slowly walked to the window and sat down, quietly waiting for dawn.

The back flower courtyard of the Hou Mansion has been abandoned for a long time and has not been cleaned up. The grandson of Du’s family took action yesterday to sweep away the snow and set up a rectangular site to teach martial arts here.

Han Ruzi and Zhang Youcai changed into tight-fitting clothes. It was just dawn. The old man Du Motian had not arrived yet. Only Du Chuanyun was waiting there, carrying his hands on his back and looking at the two "apprentices".

Zhang Youcai didn't like the other party's attitude, "Hey, this is not your 'jianghu'. You have to salute when you see Juehou."

"The heaven, earth, the king, the relatives and teachers are the five major masters in the world. Masters are one of them. Standing here, I am the master, you are the disciples, how can there be any rules for the master to salute his disciples?" Du Chuanyun's body stood up even more straight.

Zhang Youcai still wanted to argue, but Han Ruzi raised his hand to signal him to be obedient.

Du Chuanyun nodded and continued, "Du's martial arts is famous all over the world. How many people kneel on the ground and cry to worship our father and father as their teachers. We didn't agree. You two are also a coincidence..."

Zhang Youcai pouted disdainfully.

"I'm not convinced, right? Come on, let's compete." Du Chuanyun rolled up his sleeves. Although it was winter, he didn't wear much, just a layer of cotton coat, and the collar was deliberately opened.

Zhang Youcai is still a little self-knowing, "I am no different. I am just an ordinary eunuch. It doesn't mean anything that can defeat me. If you really have the ability, you will challenge a stronger opponent."

There was no more powerful opponent in the Marquis' mansion. Du Chuanyun insisted on showing off his skills, looked around, pointing to the snow that had not been swept around, "I want to see the real skill. Okay, I'll give you a trick of 'Snowless Trace'."

Du Chuanyun tightly tied his belt, and when he lifted his breath, he ran away, as if he was running horse. In a moment, he arrived under a tree, circled around the tree, ran back, stopped, breathed lightly, and said proudly: "Have you seen it?"

Han Ruzi and Zhang Youcai looked at the ground. There were indeed no footprints on the white snow. Zhang Youcai was still not convinced. He walked over and took a closer look and stepped on it. The footprints were clear, but there were only a very shallow traces where Du Chuanyun ran. "This is not considered a 'no trace'."

Zhang Youcai muttered in his mouth, and was impressed in his heart. He moved forward slowly and checked every trace.

"My grandfather's name is Du Tuotian, and my name is Du Chuanyun. You will know how powerful the light skills of our Du family are. My grandfather also has a nickname, known as "Yijianxian". That is, the sword technique is also very powerful. My nickname is "Zhaodian Feilong"..."

"I'm bragging again." Du Motian walked over and pushed his grandson away, "The name is admired by fellow practitioners in the world. How can you claim to be? If you change one a day, you won't have your own name until you die."

Zhang Youcai turned from behind the tree and said with a smile: "There are footprints behind the tree, you have a rest in the middle!"

"I didn't say I couldn't rest," Du Chuanyun whispered.

Du Tutian smiled and said, "Don't care, my grandson doesn't have a door in his mouth, so he likes to talk nonsense."

"How can Sun Qing's skills be considered nonsense?" Han Ruzi still admired Du Chuanyun very much.

Du Tutian shook his head, "Jianhou has been cheated."

Zhang Youcai happened to run back and asked in surprise: "Has he got something in the soles of his shoes? That wouldn't be as shallow as footprints on the snow."

"Grandpa, why are you talking to them about this?" Du Chuanyun whispered, pulling his grandfather's sleeve and being pushed aside again.

"Have Juanhou watched juggling?" Du Tutian asked.

Han Ruzi shook her head, and Zhang Youcai said, "I have seen that there are monkey-playing, climbing high, dancing swords, and swallowing fire... It's so interesting."

Du Tutian nodded with a smile, "That's right, some people can dance a big sword of dozens of kilograms or hundreds of kilograms, but why don't they go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and make contributions?"

"Yes, why?" Zhang Youcai was very interested.

"Because the sword dance is the sword dance, the battle is the battle, and fighting is the fight. As the saying goes, people who can dance big swords may not even have time to lift the sword when they arrive on the battlefield. When the fierce generals on the battlefield arrive in the alley, they may not even know where the enemy comes out."

"That's right, I thought it was enough to be strong." Zhang Youcai didn't understand much.

Han Ruzi remembered that Meng Feng once said similar things. His martial arts skills were obviously very good, but he claimed that he could not defeat five soldiers. Now, he might not be humble, but said in a roundabout way: He learned martial arts and could not defeat five soldiers on the battlefield, but not in the alley.

"The skill of 'Snowless Seal' is similar to juggling in the world. It can be used to show off and make money. It is used to perform when our grandfather and grandson walk in the world and have no food to eat. If there is a fight, it is a taboo to be slim and flounder."

"It can be used to escape." Zhang Youcai came up with a use for "Taking Xue Wuhen", but Du Chuanyun glared.

"At most, you can run more than ten steps and have the energy, it is better to run faster and longer than to keep your feet on the ground."

Du Chuanyun was getting more and more surprised, "Grandpa, you have already saved all your money. Are you really going to teach them martial arts?"

"Of course it's the real sect. Juehou is not a man from the Jianghu. Don't use the Jianghu trick to deceive people."

As soon as this statement was made, Han Ruzi and Zhang Youcai had a great impression of Mr. Du, and he gave him a favor together, which was considered to be a master.

The martial arts taught by the true master on the first day were extremely simple. He moved his legs and feet, stood there and squatted on the horse stance. When he was tired, he could get up and rest for a while, and then squat again.

Du Chuanyun was revealed by his grandfather and was very unwilling to accept it. He also followed the horse stance with a standard posture, and remained motionless from beginning to end, which put a lot of pressure on the two apprentices and did not dare to get up easily.

In total, Han Ruzi felt soreness in her legs, and Zhang Youcai was even more frowning, not even walking smoothly, "Master, I made a wrong wish, can I not learn martial arts?"

"No, I have to learn it." Han Ruzi couldn't let Zhang Youcai go, otherwise he would appear weaker in front of Du Chuanyun.

During breakfast, Cui Xiaojun kept laughing and was forced to ask Han Ruzi many times before she said, "I remember several brothers at home. They also loved practicing martial arts for a while, and got up early and went to bed late. There were more than a dozen masters who invited them."

"What happened later? They made it?" Han Ruzi asked.

Cui Xiaojun giggled, "No, they practiced for several months and defeated many servants in the mansion. They thought they were very powerful and insisted on disguising themselves and fighting with others. As a result, they were beaten and carried back to the mansion by the servants. It is said that they later shouted that they were the son of the Cui family. If they didn't believe it, they beat him even harder."

Han Ruzi also smiled, "I won't go out to fight, I just want to strengthen my body."

"That's good. I think Master Du is not the kind of liar master invited by the Cui family. They praising my stupid brothers every day and making them self-righteous, so they dare to go out and cause trouble. Later, my mother drove them away."

Han Ruzi thought that there are so many scammers in this world. Chunyu Xiao is said to be a liar, but he cheated more and could deceive the princes and kings into rebelling. Even the great scholar Luo Huanzhang regarded him as a sage.

After practicing for another half an hour after the meal, he still squatted on horse stance. Han Ruzi took a break twice and finally supported her. Zhang Youcai was always fooling around and sat on the ground again and again. Du Chuanyun thought of a solution and placed a piece of dead wood branch under Zhang Youcai's butt. The little eunuch dared not sit down anymore. He was so tired that he stood up and took two steps.

"How many days do you have to practice horse stance?" After the practice was finally over, Zhang Youcai walked around.

"How many days? It's endless. My grandfather is so old that he still has to practice for a while every day." Du Chuanyun jumped around, and his horse stance for half an hour had no effect on him.

Zhang Youcai had a bitter face and regretted it.

Han Ruzi changed her clothes and prepared to welcome the morning visitors.

Although Han Shi, the orphan of Prince Wu, failed to win the favor of his ancestors when he was drawing lots in the Taimiao and missed the throne, he was named the Champion Marquis and took over the Northern Army. In a few days, he formed a confrontation with the elite Southern Army, and was in a very popular position.

Why did such a person come to pay homage to the deposed emperor? Even Yang Feng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't even give Juanhou too many reminders, but just suggested that he receive it normally.

Seventeen-year-old Han Shi is Han Ruzi's cousin. When he came to visit, Juanhou should go out to greet him, but he was also the deposed emperor, and his throne was more noble than the princes and champion.

The minister of the government did not dare to make decisions alone. Yesterday, he went to Zongzheng's mansion to ask his superiors for help. The instructions were: the title was the greatest, and Juehou could only welcome him to the second gate, and he gave a gift to the other party, calling him the "Champion Marquis". He did not need to be called "brother", and he could not call each other "Emperor brother" and "Emperor brother". After entering the hall, Juehou was in the main position and the champion Marquis was in the guest room.

The arrangements of Zong Zheng Mansion are quite detailed, and they are just about to stipulate the content of the conversation between the two.

At the 1st hour of the morning, champion Hou Han Shi came to visit on time. He obviously received guidance and cooperated with Juan Hou in terms of etiquette, as if he had practiced many times.

The two met once in the Taimiao, and they didn't have the opportunity to observe each other carefully until then.

Han Shi looked much more mature than seventeen years old, with a smile on his face and a bit generous. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the portrait of Taizu that Han Ruzi had seen.

The two gave in to each other three times and walked side by side into the main hall. In this case, the Chief of Juanhou Mansion must be present. The champion Hou Hanshi also had officials followed him. After the officials, they were their own personal followers.

At the beginning, the conversation was normal. Han Shi generally thanked the royal family for their help, praised the simplicity and elegance of the Juanhou's mansion, and expressed appropriate envy of Juanhou's leisurely life. Han Ruzi smiled and perfunctorily, thinking that the other party would not have come to observe his own thoughts. Although Han Shi was mature, he did not see through people's hearts at first sight.

Han Ruzi was absent-minded, and the soreness on his legs made him restless. So after hearing a few words, he suddenly realized, "What did the champion Hou say just now? The sentence related to Yang Feng."

Han Shi smiled and said, "I said I had heard of Yang Gong's name for a long time, but unfortunately I had no chance to meet him before. Now the Northern Army lacks a military advisor. Will the unconscious Hou give up?"

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