At three o'clock in the Yin hour, in Chang'an City, the Tang Dynasty government performed martial arts.
The morning fog has not yet cleared, and uniform shouts can be heard in the martial arts arena.
Three hundred disciples dressed in black attire stood in formation, the standard iron swords in their hands glowing coldly under the rising sun. On the foot-high flagpole on the side of the field, a large black flag embroidered with crossed swords rustled in the morning wind.
"Lunge! Stab!"
The teaching coach Cheng Meng's voice is like a bell. He is Cheng Yaojin's distant nephew. He has a beard, broad shoulders and a round waist. He stands on the general's platform like an iron tower.
"Ha!"
Three hundred swords came out at once, the sound of breaking through the air was like ripping silk.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
