Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 406: The Dirty Affairs of the Xie Family

Xie Family, on the north side of Grand View Garden.

You need to take a boat across the lake and pass through a lush bamboo forest to see the small courtyard.

There is an ancient plaque hanging on the gate of the courtyard, with the three characters "Dengchunlou" inscribed on it. The strokes are vigorous and reveal a sense of elegance.

Although it is early spring, the cold has not yet dissipated, and the bamboo forest is still as dark green as ink. The curling white mist from the lake lingers in the bamboo forest, making the villa even more elegant and quiet.

This is the residence of Xie Hong, the master of the second courtyard. Normally, no one is allowed to approach it. Servants come to clean it every day to maintain the cleanliness and tranquility of the courtyard.

Now that Xie Hongyuan has gone to the academy, this place has been empty, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves and the breeze blowing through the hall.

Today, the gate was gently pushed open.

A beautiful woman dressed in gold walked in gracefully, followed respectfully by a young man.

The beautiful woman was wearing an autumn-style sable-patterned Zhaojun suit, with her hands folded at her waist and an emerald green bracelet on her wrist, looking graceful and elegant.

She is the mistress of the second courtyard of the Xie family and Xie Hong’s wife - Mrs. Zhao.

Although she has two children and is over 30 years old, her face is still as beautiful as a girl in her twenties. Today she is dressed up carefully, with her black hair tied into a bun, looking dignified and elegant.

Mrs. Zhao stepped into the courtyard, her eyes slowly sweeping over the blades of grass and trees, then she walked over and fiddled with a pot of chrysanthemums, with a bit of pity in her eyes.

She sighed softly, "It's been a long time since I last saw this yard. This is the chrysanthemum that the master likes the most."

The young man behind her whispered, "Madam, although the master is not here, this place remains the same, all thanks to you."

Mrs. Zhao had a bitter smile on her face, and her white fingertips gently brushed across the desk in the yard.

She looked up at the bamboo forest behind the building and whispered, "But, I have served the master for many years and borne two children for him... In the master's heart, I am not as good as these plants."

The bamboo forest rustled and the white mist lingered, as if testifying to her words.

Mrs. Zhao walked lightly into Xie Hong's bedroom.

The young man followed closely behind, his footsteps so light that they were almost silent, for fear of disturbing the quiet atmosphere.

The bedroom was simply furnished with only a simple bed and neatly stacked books on the carved wooden cabinet beside the bed, with the pages folded meticulously.

Mrs. Zhao turned around and looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes.

Facing her gaze, the young man didn't dare to look up, but just lowered his eyelids and looked at Mrs. Zhao's small and exquisite shoes on the ground.

"Keep your head up."

The young man then dared to look up, revealing a face that looked like Xie Hongxiao.

Mrs. Zhao stretched out her hand and gently stroked the young man's face with her fingertips. Her tone was a little obsessed: "Yes, your nose, eyebrows, lips are like his... Only a little bit of his spirit is so handsome."

The young man's eyes were burning and fearful, his whole body was tense, his hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists, his knuckles were white.

"Snapped--"

Mrs. Zhao slapped the young man hard in the face with such force that his head tilted to one side and his cheek became red and swollen instantly.

Madam Zhao frowned slightly, her tone cold: "Who told you to be so shameless? Dirty bitch..."

Her voice was as cold as ice, making the young man shudder.

"The master's eyes are always cold and superior. How could he be so timid as you are?"

The young man was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees, his voice trembling: “Madam, please forgive me, I…I know I was wrong.

Madam Zhao snorted coldly, withdrew her hand, turned around and looked at the bamboo forest outside the window, with a bit of disdain and disappointment in her tone: "Get out, go back to where you came from tomorrow... Don't stay at the Xie family."

The young man was so frightened that his face turned pale and his whole body was trembling. He was originally the son of a lowly horse slave in the Xie Mansion. His indenture was stamped with a red seal. He had been a slave in the Xie Mansion for generations and did not even have the right to redeem himself. Even if the mistress beat him to death, it was just a common occurrence.

He had lived in a stable since he was a child, surrounded by horse manure, until a year ago when he was spotted by Mrs. Zhao and raised in the second courtyard like a canary.

With fine clothes and delicious food, silk and satin, it seemed as if the dark days had finally seen light. He respected and feared this beautiful lady, and had already worshipped her as a god in his heart.

In the past year, he was able to see Mrs. Zhao only a few days a day, and every meeting made him both excited and afraid.

He naturally knew that he had such an honor because he looked so much like Master Hong, and year after year he deliberately imitated the tone and habits of this second master.

Now when he heard Madam Zhao asking him to return to the stable, he was suddenly filled with panic, as if he had fallen from the clouds into the abyss.

He quickly knelt down and kowtowed, his forehead hitting the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

Blood flowed down his forehead, staining the ground red, but he was unaware of it. He just kowtowed desperately, his voice trembling: "Madam, please spare my life! I know I was wrong! I will never dare to do it again!"

He felt dizzy and his vision was blurry. He could only see Mrs. Zhao's slender figure with her back to him, looking cold and distant.

Mrs. Zhao spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion in her tone: "Go away!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the door, her fingertips gently stroking the emerald green bracelet on her wrist, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

Once the master went to the academy, he didn't know when he would be back. It was all because of Xie Guan from the big courtyard. He wouldn't be able to enjoy his success for long.

He will die soon!

She sneered in her heart, took light steps, and was about to walk out of the bedroom.

suddenly!

A familiar voice sounded behind her, low and majestic: "Madam, did your husband ask you to leave?"

Mrs. Zhao's body stiffened. She felt inexplicably nervous. Her hands unconsciously folded at her waist, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She slowly turned around and saw that the young man had stood up and was looking at her with burning eyes, with a bit of Xie Hong's expression.

"Close the door." The young man's tone was calm, yet revealed unquestionable majesty.

Mrs. Zhao swallowed unconsciously when she heard the voice.

"Why, you don't even listen to your husband?"

He raised his hand and slapped Mrs. Zhao hard in the face with such force that she was knocked to the ground.

Mrs. Zhao's long skirt spread out like a flower. She fell to the ground, covering her face. However, there was no shock or anger on her face. Instead, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Close the door!"

Mrs. Zhao quickly got up and closed the door.

The young man had already sat on the bed in the bedroom.

"Madam, why don't you come and serve your husband in bed?"

Mrs. Zhao walked slowly and timidly, with some hesitation and struggle in her steps.

The young man hugged her, and the warm and fragrant body in his arms made his heart tremble. This was the wife he had been dreaming about, and he did not dare to touch her.

His expression was still as cold as before. With a "swish", he suddenly ripped off Mrs. Zhao's coat.

Mrs. Zhao was immediately panicked. Before she could react, another slap landed heavily on her cheek. Her chest rose and fell violently, and she stopped struggling. Her fur coat was completely removed, revealing her snow-white skin, soft and boneless, like solidified fat.

She exhaled like orchid, her eyes were blurred, and she whispered softly: "Master..."

The young man's eyes were also fiery, the rumor about the lady binding her breasts was indeed true.

What was once tightly bound has now collapsed and turned into two huge mountains, shaking gently.

A big hand couldn't hold it.

Madam Zhao raised her head slightly, her black hair spread out, her eyebrows knitted together, a look of pain appeared on her face, "Master, please have mercy on me."

The young man's eyes were as hot as fire, and he exerted force in his hands, "You gave birth to such an unethical thing, which is bigger than my head... and you dare me to pity you."

"Put your hair up. I have tamed a fierce horse from Longxi Road before... I want to see how Madam looks."

Mrs. Zhao obediently climbed onto the neatly folded bed...

At this moment, the doors and windows of the Chunlou were closed, and outside the rain was pouring down, hitting the lotus flowers in the lake; the suppressed gasps inside were barely discernible.

It is quite elegant to see carps watching the lotus in the rain.

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[The days passed without stopping, and the grass and trees in the yard became more and more lush and green, with a hint of spring. ]

[The Yellow River rebellion gradually subsided in Bianjing as your father led his troops to Jiangnan Road to quell the rebellion.]

[The nine major families in the city continued to sing and dance in peace, and the night banquet in the West Wing did not end until dawn, as if the rebellion had never happened. ]

[Another half a month has passed! ]

[Your cultivation has advanced further, and the realm of the fifth realm of martial arts "Spring Thunder" has reached perfection. You are only one step away from breaking through to "Circling Finger". ]

[The state of "Rolling Finger" is when a warrior refines his innate energy to the extreme and completes the thorough tempering of his physical meridians.]

[After this state, it is the "Snow Mountain" state of the upper three realms. It is necessary to open up the foundation within the Dantian, start injecting true qi, adding stones and sand, and it is also called the "Snow Mountain" state. ]

[After reaching the state of “Rotating the Finger”, all the acupoints in the body are opened up, there is no more stagnation, and one can already look inside the body. ]

[All the pores and acupoints on the body can open and breathe, and the body can breathe even when swimming underwater, and the body can be heavy or light. ]

[You only need to mobilize the energy in your Dantian to grow hundreds of pounds out of thin air, or be as light as a feather, as you wish.]

[At this time, the warrior has escaped the limitation of ordinary warriors who need to breathe when fighting with others. The true qi is long-lasting and there is no longer any sense of obscurity. ]

[Generally, when a cultivator of the Yuanshen Sect or dozens of people are surrounding and killing someone, they will wait for the opportunity to see when the warrior has used up his true energy and take a breath before they start to attack.]

[After twisting the fingers, all the pores on the body can breathe. Why is it called twisting the fingers? It is because the powerful innate energy can be emitted from the hands and even the acupoints. ]

[You sit cross-legged and shirtless in the courtyard, feeling the flow of the true energy in your body. There is still some medicinal power from the blood marrow and bodhi seeds in your body. This time, you are going to use up all of this medicinal power when you strive to reach the "Wrapping Finger" state.]

[You sit cross-legged, your blood and essence are burning, and there are wisps of Buddha light lingering on your body. You make Buddhist hand seals with your hands, but there is a sinister evil spirit hidden in your body. ]

[This is the strange phenomenon manifested by practicing both the "Vajra Indestructible Body" and the "Zixia Cave Demon Sutra". The Buddha and the devil are intertwined, mysterious and unpredictable. ]

[There is only one acupoint in your body that has not been opened yet - the "Tiantai Point" located between the upper Dantian and the Niwan Palace. ]

[You take a deep breath, suddenly open your eyes, and shout: "Break!"]

[The essence and blood agitated, transforming into a long red dragon, rushing straight to the "Tiantai Point". ]

[The Tiantai acupoint opened in response, as if a gate had been opened, and the true energy surged like a river, instantly penetrating the whole body.]

[You feel the power in your body surge like a tide, every inch of your meridians is cheering and leaping for joy, feeling the surging power in your body. ]

[“The realm of winding fingers has been achieved.”]

[You close your eyes and feel the flow of the true energy in your body, as if every strand of power has been tempered and refined, and contains infinite vitality and potential.]

[The cultivation of martial arts can never catch up with the speed of the cultivation of the primordial spirit. You know in your heart that if you want to condense your life, you can only achieve it by combining the tenth level of the primordial spirit, "Yang Shen", with the ninth level of martial arts, "Xuan Dan".]

[With your current progress, it won’t take long for you to reach the ninth level of the Yuanshen realm, “Ziwei Hengjie”.]

[Your speed in cultivating your soul is truly amazing. This may be related to your cultivation of the mind from childhood to now. The clarity and tenacity of your mind allow you to thrive in the path of the soul.]

[If one cultivates his own destiny, he will become the great master of the world, and this is also the pinnacle of all cultivators in the world. ]

[Even Master is at this level. However, there are also differences in strength among the natals.]

[Like Mr. Er's innate power of "Slaying Immortals", which can sever cause and effect, even the Master is somewhat afraid of it. ]

[As for what kind of life force you want to condense, it is closely related to the precious skills you practice. ]

[You stand in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, the sun is rising, and the clouds are bright. ]

[You think to yourself: "The way of destiny is related to the practice of a lifetime. Now I am practicing the Yin Fu Jing, Yang Fu Jing, Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art, Zixia Cave Demon Sutra, and Mr. Er's Nine Swords, which involve the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. Perhaps I can condense a unique destiny."]

[You have taken care of all the affairs in the courtyard, and are about to concentrate on comprehending the Second Master's eighth sword - "Sword Master".]

[This sword and the ninth sword were obtained after years of hard thinking by the Second Master while he was on his sickbed, and the last sword opened the gate to heaven.]

[His realm is so high that it may even surpass that of the masters of the time. It is so mysterious and extraordinary that it cannot be matched by any martial arts in the world.]

[It has been a month since you left the Banquet of Beauties, but you still haven't cracked the Eighth Sword.]

[There is no written record of "Sword Master", only a vague figure left by the Second Master. ]

[In your heart, that figure stands tall, holding a long sword in his hand, vaguely resembling Mr. Er.]

[You can use up your soul power to project this sword-like figure into the courtyard, but it is just like a ghost, real and unreal, and hard to grasp.]

[This sword intent seems to have intelligence, and it can fight you without your command. However, the competition is only about moves, and does not involve the soul or the innate internal force of martial arts. ]

[You gradually understand that if you cannot defeat this figure with sword moves, you will not be able to inherit the Ninth Sword.]

[You tried several times, but even if you tried your best, you couldn't last more than ten moves in his hands, and you were always subdued by him in the end.]

[To be honest, this is the result of your daily diligent practice for a month.]

[The sword in Mr. Er's hand is like an antelope hanging on a horn, or like a fairy from outer space, sometimes soaring above the nine heavens, sometimes lurking under the nine earths, changing unpredictably. I'm afraid it has already exhausted the limits of human swordsmanship.]

[However, I don't know whether this sword intent was left here intentionally by Mr. Er, or it was always like this, but it just makes up for your shortcomings.]

[Although you are a fast practitioner, you lack the experience of actually fighting with others when it comes to fighting moves. This is also your shortcoming.]

[Now that you have this sword-wielding figure, you can practice with it every day, and your sword skills will improve rapidly.]

[You stand in the courtyard, holding a long sword, closing your eyes and concentrating, projecting the sword-like figure again.]

(End of this chapter)