Author: Long Baoyu

"Okay, I'll tell you!"

Xiang Bao was silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Actually, as long as you enter the inner courtyard, you will naturally know about this matter. This is not considered a leak."

"If you can't break through the blood realm and enter the inner courtyard, you must keep this matter in your stomach!"

Hearing what he said solemnly, Zhao Lin said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiang, don't worry."

Xiang Bao pointed to the practice room, "Let's go inside and talk."

The two walked into the practice room and closed the door.

Xiang Bao thought about it and asked Zhao Lin a question: "We in Yanzhou are located on the border, only a hundred miles away from the Heishui Valley in the north. You should have heard that the Heishui Valley is the territory of the Wushu people."

"Why do you think the two sides haven't been fighting?"

Zhao Lin made a gesture of listening attentively, "I don't know, I have thought about this problem before."

Xiang Bao chuckled twice, "Our Central Plains stretches for thousands of miles and is vast and abundant. Do you think those foreign races can't be jealous?"

"To tell you the truth, before the establishment of the Dai Viet Dynasty, we fought every day and every month. We not only fight with the north, but also with the northwest, southwest, and southeast!"

Zhao Lin nodded secretly, thinking that this was in line with his knowledge of his previous life.

"This matter has to start more than nine hundred years ago."

Xiang Bao touched his chin and said: "Martial arts were not popular at that time, and the highest cultivation level was only in the Qi realm..."

Zhao Lin asked in surprise: "You said that the highest state of martial arts nine hundred years ago was the Qi state, and there was no blood state or Yuan state?"

Xiang Bao chuckled and said, "Yes, I was just like you when I first heard about it. But don't interrupt yet and listen to me."

Zhao Lin raised his hand to apologize and motioned for him to continue speaking.

Xiang Bao waved his hand and continued unhurriedly: "The battle depends on the army, and the combat effectiveness of the army comes down to the soldiers."

"So in the army, those who are good at martial arts and have strong military skills serve as lieutenants or even generals."

"But, personal force cannot affect the situation of the war, especially in large-scale battles. The legendary enemy of ten thousand people is just a legend. In fact, even an enemy of a hundred people does not exist."

"No matter how strong the force is, if you throw it into the battlefield, it won't even make waves."

Zhao Lin nodded while listening, feeling that there would be a turning point here.

Sure enough, I heard Xiang Bao change his subject: "In a certain year, something suddenly appeared in the world. This thing could not be seen or touched, but many warriors with perfect aura could feel the vitality!

"

"It's vitality."

"These warriors began to try to use their vitality to practice, and a few of them broke through to an unprecedented realm: the blood realm!"

"Those who could break through to the Blood Realm at that time were all talented and intelligent people, so they would naturally think about how to practice next. They began to study martial arts and gradually expanded the realm of martial arts to the Yuan Realm, Xiantian."

"Even some wild beasts have absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth and turned into strange beasts."

Zhao Lin was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Is this a resurgence of spiritual energy?

No, I can only practice martial arts, and it might be more appropriate to revive my vitality.

Xiang Bao continued: "For more than a hundred years since then, there have been more and more warriors in the Blood Realm and Yuan Realm."

"This is incredible! Think about it, blood realm warriors are much more powerful than air realm warriors. On the battlefield, it is not impossible to take the head of an admiral in the midst of thousands of troops."

"As for Yuanjing warriors, let alone that. Hundreds of soldiers can be wiped out easily, but if you encounter more than a thousand soldiers, you may not be able to defeat them head-on."

"But Yuanjing warriors are not fools. If you can't beat them, you can leave. If you calm down and continue killing, who can withstand it?"

"At the beginning of the founding of Dai Viet, something happened: Zhu Zhenguo from the north sent 3,000 armored cavalry to sneak attack on the border of Dai Viet."

Xiang Bao said, holding out two fingers, "Two! Our Dai Viet only sent two Yuanjing warriors. It took one night to kill almost all of the three thousand cavalry, and only a dozen of them escaped alive."

"Now that you've reached this point, is there any point in having an army?"

"useless."

Zhao Lin suddenly felt like the sun was clearing from the clouds, and he solved a long-standing question in his mind: Why did Yanzhou, such an important town, not see many garrison troops?

"I understand, then what will be the martial arts competition?"

Xiang Bao didn't answer but asked: "What do you mean by fighting?"

Zhao Lin thought for a while and said: "Money, food, land, population."

“Brilliant!”

Xiang Bao stroked his palm and said: "That's right. Although the army is useless, these things still have to be fought for, so the war continues between all parties."

"Because Yuanjing warriors are too overbearing and can directly kill the king of a country. In the first few hundred years, we have killed countless kings in the countries around Dai Viet, and countless generals have died."

"Of course, several of our Dai Viet emperors were assassinated."

Zhao Lin sighed in his heart, feeling that the Yuanjing warriors were a bit nuclear.

Xiang Bao's mouth went dry as he spoke. He took out the water bag from his waist and took a few sips before adding, "Every country saw that this was not going to work. In the past, it was only the lower-class soldiers who died in wars. They didn't feel sorry for them even if they died."

"Now when a war starts, all the monarchs, commanders, and generals will die. No one can bear it, so we held a court meeting!"

"What is a court meeting? When the monarch and his ministers meet each other, it is a court meeting. Our country is located in the Central Plains, with abundant resources, natural treasures, and outstanding people. We are naturally the king, and the surrounding countries are ministers."

"All parties gathered to discuss and agreed not to fight or assassinate in the future. Whenever a dispute arises, the strongest warriors will be directly sent to compete."

"Who wins: gets money, gets land, gets people, the loser accepts it obediently."

"Since then, there have been very few wars, and it has become a competition between top warriors."

"At first, the competition was only between two or three neighboring countries. Later, it became more and more frequent. The countries discussed again and decided that every three years all the countries would come together for a competition."

Xiang Bao paused and looked at Zhao Lin, "This is the origin of the martial arts competition."

"I see!"

Zhao Lin knew it in his heart.

Things turned out this way, which sounded reasonable, so he smiled and said: "This is good, at least we don't have to fight to kill people, so the martial arts competition is a competition between Yuanjing warriors from various countries?"

Xiang Bao said: "Things are not that simple."

Zhao Lin was puzzled, "How to say?"

Xiang Bao smiled and said, "The warriors of the Yuan Realm are powerful, and the results of their full-strength fights are extremely tragic. After a battle, either death or injury will occur."

"You must know that today is different from the past. Warriors have broken through the shackles, their strength has greatly increased, and their status is naturally respected. They are no longer the hawks and dogs of the court, or the minions of the powerful."

"Especially for Yuanjing warriors, who have already achieved fame and status, and whose status is comparable to that of princes. Why should I fight for you again? Isn't it good to live a happy life?"

Zhao Lin thought that this was indeed the case. Every time he slaughtered dogs for justice, once he gained status, he would no longer have the courage to fight, not to mention risking his own life.

It can be said that for a martial artist to reach the Yuan realm, he has gone through a lot of hardships and experienced all kinds of hardships, which cannot be dismissed by simply benefiting the country and the people.

Thinking of this, he asked: "What happened next?"
Chapter completed!