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Listen to advice, and you'll have a full meal.

Yang Silang's eyes lit up when he heard that the imperial examination might be related to the realm after the Taizu Long Fist Steel Dirty Grand Martial Master.

The Copper-Skinned Warrior has been made.

The Iron-Boned Martial Arts Master, following the established procedures, is also making a final push.

Long Yiyan boasted that he could teach the steel-dirty martial arts master himself, but it's hard to say how much of that's true.

But this was the first time the old man had spoken about the realm beyond the Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master. This kind of knowledge was inaccessible to those who were not high-level martial artists.

He understood immediately, took out a five-tael silver ingot, and with a smooth and quick motion, slipped the silver into Long Yi's sleeve.

"Instructor, you know a lot, please say a few more words."

Seeing that he was sensible enough to take out money, Long Yi nodded in satisfaction, put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and said quietly.

"The path of martial arts is difficult; each step is a hurdle, each hurdle a tribulation, fraught with countless hardships!"

"The so-called copper skin, iron bones, steel internal organs, mercury blood, golden marrow, and divine martial saint—this is the martial arts realm of our time."

"The former refers to those who acquire martial arts skills later in life, possessing strength as great as an ox and speed as fast as a galloping horse, but this is still within the range that ordinary people can imagine and accept."

"The latter has already begun to reverse the acquired state and step into the innate state, possessing all sorts of incredible power."

"The Steel-Dirty Grandmaster has an amazing endurance with his five internal organs as one. After that, there is the Mercury Blood Realm. In this realm, the martial artist's physical strength, attack, defense and speed are all improved. But that is secondary. The most important thing is that he can rouse his own blood and qi to exorcise evil and break through demons. For example, the Azure-Scaled Serpent cannot break through the blood and qi of the Mercury Blood Martial Artist when it uses demonic arts."

"To reach this level, it's not enough to just practice stances and punches to hone your physical body; you also need to study martial arts visualization diagrams, visualize the essence of martial arts, and temper your spirit..."

Long Yi suddenly stopped talking.

Yang Silang listened intently and hurriedly asked.

"Hey, don't stop! What's next?"

Long rolled his eyes.

"That's all!"

"What are you thinking? Five taels of silver is only enough to get this far."

Yang Silang said urgently.

"I can pay more!"

Long Yi glanced at his sleeve and turned to leave.

"Young people need to cultivate themselves step by step in a down-to-earth manner. Listening to this now will only make you aim too high and not have a realistic outlook..."

Seeing that the old man was slipping away so quickly, Yang Silang finally realized what was happening.

"Is Long Yiliang really going to let go of the silver right in front of him?"

"This fellow must not know either, but he's unwilling to make things up..."

the next day.

Yang Silang took the opportunity to ask Ruan Mingyuan, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, about matters related to the martial arts examination. He invited Ruan Mingyuan to dinner to celebrate Ruan Mingyuan's breakthrough to become a Copper-Skinned Warrior.

He had asked Ma Qianli and Yan Tiansheng before he came.

Unfortunately, these two rough men were all soldiers who rose through the ranks from the lowest ranks of the army. They didn't understand the ins and outs of the game; they only knew that martial arts graduates could become officials.

If you pay enough money and have strong connections, you can even become a general directly.

Even if they don't become officials, they will still bring glory to their family. Their houses will be three feet higher than those of ordinary people. They can keep servants, receive silver and rice from the government, be exempt from corvée labor and taxes, travel long distances without a travel permit, carry a long sword at their waist, and are allowed to own and store the five weapons, including swords, spears, bows, and shields. They are also allowed to open martial arts schools.

Simply put, a martial arts scholar was considered a reserve official, living well, eating well, being served, and having few burdens, making him much higher in status than an ordinary martial arts soldier.

Of course, with rights come responsibilities.

If the government encounters difficulties or crises, it will mobilize and recruit military personnel with official titles to deal with them, but such a thing may not happen once every ten or eight years.

Ruan Mingyuan indeed knew the inside story of Wu Xiucai and told him more.

He said that nowadays, even if a martial arts scholar doesn't have money, he can't become an official. But many people want to improve their social status and get tax exemptions by becoming martial arts scholars. Even if they don't become officials, they can open a martial arts school, become a guard leader for a wealthy family, or become a militia instructor. That's also a way out.

The exam consists of several subjects, including archery, horsemanship, sword fighting, stone lifting, military strategy, and practical combat.

Many martial arts practitioners with copper skin did not take the martial arts examination, because the examination involved horseback riding and archery, which were indeed unnecessary and inconvenient for some wandering swordsmen.

For example, ordinary martial arts schools wouldn't teach this, because to practice horseback riding you need to raise horses and have an open space, which imposes many restrictions.

However, if you become a martial arts scholar, I will no longer be able to make you a servant. Although a servant is not exactly a slave, it doesn't sound very nice.

If you want to fill a less demanding military officer position later, come find me and I'll look for one for you.

Upon hearing this, Yang Silang approached Long Yiyan the next day and said that he wanted to take the martial arts exam and asked his teacher for guidance.

So he spent another twenty taels of silver, and his daily lessons now included horseback archery and camp map work.

The former requires serious study, while the latter requires rote memorization. In any case, as long as you pass the former, the latter is just a formality.

You've already passed the previous levels. As long as you don't leave the camp formation map blank, you'll pass.

Long Yi happily accepted the silver and readily agreed. It just so happened that the martial arts examination would be held in March, so he was sure it wouldn't interfere with this year's good fortune. He also said, "If you are capable, after passing the county-level examination, you can take the provincial-level examination in the following spring, which will take half a year later."

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Time flies, and a season has passed in the blink of an eye.

The autumn sky is high and the air is crisp.

Xiongshan's chubby little boy, named Liu Ruyi, was born right on time.

According to his agreement with Widow Liu, the first child would be surnamed Liu and the second child would be surnamed Xiong, so this first child must be surnamed Liu.

According to the customs of this world, Liu Ruyi can now be considered a member of the Liu family, and the ancestors he worships also bear the surname Liu.

Inside the private banquet room.

Xiong Shan looked worried. Today he had invited Master Zhu, Yang Silang, Wang Daniu, and Li Erhu for a small gathering, but because of his status as a half-son-in-law, it was not appropriate to hold a large party.

The Liu family held a grand banquet, inviting their relatives and friends to celebrate their grandson's arrival. The banquet was related to Xiong Shan, but not by much.

Seeing his distress, the others asked him why. After all, he had an heir, and even if he didn't say whether the heir would be surnamed Xiong, it was still a good thing.

Xiong Shan said with distress, "After all, Widow Liu is quite old. She gave birth to a big, healthy baby, which injured her body and caused her to bleed a lot. The doctor said she needs to rest for a year or two before she can give birth again."

Now that Widow Liu has hinted at this, she may not necessarily be willing to have children when the time comes.

It seems the second pregnancy is over. Does it even matter whether the child takes the surname Xiong or not?

Everyone could only comfort him, saying that nothing is certain about the future. Perhaps his wife would recover and give birth to twins?

Yang Silang came up with a terrible idea.

If your wife can't have children, you can let your son have them in the future. Your son can have several children, and you can choose one to have the surname Xiong. Isn't that fine?

This is called "the son paying for the father's debts".

Xiong Shan was taken aback, then shook his head abruptly, saying, "No, no, I've made a mess of things myself, how can I let my son get into this trouble?"

In the future, Ruyi will definitely want to marry someone of equal social standing. What if the woman's family asks that the third child take their family name?

These are all troublesome.

His face flushed with the effects of alcohol, he put his arm around Yang Silang and said.

"Fourth Brother, I really regret it..."

"If only I hadn't taken that path..."

"I want to be like you, a bronze-skinned warrior, so I can have children whenever I want, without having to worry about my family's opinion or whether they'll have children or not..."

Wang Daniu was so frightened that he quickly called the shopkeeper to bring him some hangover soup. "Old Xiong, it's fine if you just say those angry words here, but if you go home and blurt them out, you'll be kneeling on a washboard until it's worn out, and you'll cause a lot of trouble."