My enemies became my companions

Chapter 47 What do you care?
After returning home and having dinner, Chen Yi opened the dressing table in the bedroom and put a small box in it.

Yin Tingxue, who was reading a book, couldn't help but feel curious when she saw the fine workmanship of the sandalwood box, which had carvings of phoenix and orchid on it.

"What's in here?"

she asked.

"hairpin."

Chen Yi answered promptly and clearly.

Yin Tingxue tilted her head, not understanding why he suddenly bought a hairpin.

She didn't think that the hairpin was bought for her. A girl is promised to marry at the age of fifteen and given a hairpin and a name. If she is not promised to marry, she will be given a hairpin at the age of twenty. Although she was taken as a concubine, she had never consummated the marriage and perhaps she would never consummate the marriage in the future.

She thought, I am not even twenty yet, I cannot wear a hairpin or take a name.

Chen Yi glanced at the daughter of King Xiang, smiled, and closed the cabinet. To be honest, she had not yet been given a name, so she was still waiting to be married.

Somehow, Yin Tingxue always felt that this fleeting smile had ill intentions.

She turned her head away, no longer looking at him, and silently cast her gaze outside the door, looking towards the direction of Yintai Temple.

In an instant, she remembered the fine snow at Yintai Temple in late autumn and early winter.

She was born at that time, her mother said, and she cried loudly to the sound of falling snow.

My mother always said that there is a sense of Zen when snow falls, which is why she named her "Tingxue".

So, what does the sound of falling snow make? What does the sound of flowers scattering in an instant make?
Yin Tingxue was in a trance.

Chen Yi glanced at the panel and found that he was still five years away from the required amount of true energy. That day would come.

He casually touched Yin Tingxue's head, then glanced at the book in her hand.

It was not some kind of essay or novel, but the Purple Medicine Pill Mirror that he had extorted from Yin Weiying.

She was actually reading this kind of book. Chen Yi shook his head and laughed. After laughing, he sat down on the bed, silently reciting the Shangqing Heart Method and began to circulate it in his body.

Emptying his mind and eliminating all distractions, Chen Yi sunk his true Qi into his Dantian, clearing the acupoints throughout his body, and establishing a connection with the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth.

A sharp pain came up.

Chen Yi hissed and felt the pain of fire burning his bones.

This kind of pain came from the strange poison in his body. Chen Yi was clear about this. The further he advanced in Taoist practice, the greater the obstacle caused by this strange poison.

He suppressed the pain, tried to clear his mind, and continued to sense the Yuan Qi.

The most important thing in Taoist practice is to achieve unity with heaven and earth. The method is to constantly sense the innate primordial Qi, absorb it into the acupoints throughout the body, and then spit it back out to heaven and earth. When Qi gathers, there is life, and when Qi disperses, there is death. The Qi is harmonized by combining them. The Qi of a successful Taoist practitioner is like the surging river, flowing continuously.

There was warmth in his dantian, which was endless and incessant like the tide. Chen Yi's thoughts wandered, up and down, and he had a vague sense of selflessness and transcendence.

When I came to my senses, it was already late at night.

Chen Yi wiped the sweat from his neck, looked down, and found that Yin Tingxue was already asleep.

This sensation lasted for two or three hours.

As for the results…

Chen Yi held his breath, concentrated, and silently recited his mental method. He found that the scene in front of him was about half a second slower in his eyes.

"The results are average, which may also be related to the fact that I am a warrior."

Chen Yi muttered.

When a martial artist practices cultivation, the true Qi in his body flows through the meridians and accumulates in the acupoints, thus occupying the space for Qi long ago.

Therefore, except for the rare sects like Yinjian Mountain that can practice both Taoism and martial arts, most people either only practice Taoism or only practice martial arts.

"I still have to learn the Taoism of Yinjian Mountain."

Chen Yi sighed,
"If I remember correctly, you can only meet her when you get to kill the evil dragon..."

If I remember correctly, in the big plot of the blessing temple, there were three big demons hovering in and outside the capital. The ghost general Deng Ai was one of them, then there was the donkey-headed prince who was said to be the son of Wu Zetian, and the last one was the evil dragon who was the descendant of the Dragon King, the guardian of Buddhism.

To pass the prayer hall perfectly now, it is necessary to eliminate the latter two, as well as the ancestor of the fox demon on the last day of the prayer hall.

After resolving the Day of Sweeping Bandits and Eliminating Demons, he could further gain the Queen Mother's trust and cure the poison in his body.

No matter what... I have to meet Zhou Yitang as soon as possible.

Anyway, she won't remember anything from her past life.

In this life... just be nicer to her.

………………It has been the fifth day since the blessing ceremony. The Taoists from Shangqing Dao and Yinjian Mountain have gathered in the capital one after another. In addition, many mountain and river cultivators have also come to the capital of Dayu. For a time, the three temples and seven shrines are filled with incense and worship, just like a Taoist grand event.

Yuxiuzhuang has been very busy these days.

As a clean party in the eyes of the world, the Ding'an Party has always been favored and praised by literati and poets. Yuxiu Manor is the property of Prince Jing's Mansion, so it naturally became an elegant place for literati and poets.

Dayu has always valued Taoism more than Buddhism. Since Taizu founded the country, Taoist temples have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and each has been passed down for hundreds of years. As long as Dayu exists, they will exist.

Under such influence, the trend of mystical cultivation became more popular among the literati in Dayu. Although Confucianism is a worldly learning, it has attached great importance to the interaction between heaven and man since Dong Zhongshu. The study of prophecies has been popular since the Zhou Dynasty. Today, Dayu pays more attention to ghosts and gods. People of the time sigh that the style of Wei and Jin dynasties has been restored.

In order to please the scholars and men of letters, Yuxiu Manor supported a group of alchemists and taught them the methods of alchemy and Taoism.

However, the growth of Yuxiu Manor was certainly not just due to the praise of literati. There was ink on the pen and blood on the knife. The predecessor of Yuxiu Manor was the second largest martial arts school in Beijing, which had many masters with unique skills. Its eldest son, Feng Luo, was a famous young talent in Beijing.

The autumn wind was brisk. Before the poetry gathering, there were few people outside Yuxiu Manor. Only a group of disciples and guards were patrolling outside the gate.

Inside the manor, Feng Ying, the owner of the manor, sipped tea while occasionally throwing a few pieces of dried meat from a jade plate for the black-haired wolfhound on the ground to enjoy.

Feng Luo sat beside his father, holding a sword, closing his eyes and thinking about martial arts.

"Master, the letter has been delivered, but there is no movement from that person named Min Ning. I guess he is scared."

Not far from Master Feng, the steward said respectfully.

"I've expected this. The Xiangguo case is a big one, and it's also an old one. It was settled during the time of the previous emperor. Even the Lin Party doesn't dare to bring this case up. What's a captain of a guard like him to do?"

Master Feng said calmly.

At this time, his son Feng Luo opened one eye and said:

"Father, I have heard of this man. He is well-known in the capital. His martial arts talent may be no less than that of the former Min Zhenfushi."

"Luo'er, the governor Min you mentioned died in this case. If he dares to continue investigating the case, I'm afraid three generations of his family will die in the same case, and there will be no descendants from then on. Young people are hot-tempered and can't distinguish the important from the unimportant. They don't know what to investigate and what not to investigate. Such people are most likely to die."

Manor Master Feng sneered.

"Master and Young Master are right. This kind of person wears a Jinyiwei official uniform and thinks he is an official. But what kind of officials has the master not seen? This kind of petty official cannot even step into the threshold of Yuxiu Manor."

The steward complimented with a big smile on his face.

Master Feng laughed loudly, drank the tea in one gulp, and threw all the dried meat to the black wolfdog on the ground. The latter ate the meat with big mouthfuls and barked happily twice.

"Speaking of which, how's the latest batch going?"

"My Lord, the elixirs and powders sold very well last time. The latest batch is large in quantity and is at the port. It has been unloaded and will be shipped to your house one after another."

"It's delivered to your house? Very good, very good. By the way,"

Master Feng turned his head and looked at his son.

"Luo'er, you said that Min is a little famous, but how does his martial arts compare to yours?"

Feng Luo smiled. There was no need to be modest between father and son, so he said frivolously:

"I am the disciple of the Master of the Magpie Pavilion. He has no master. No matter how good his martial arts are, they are just so-so."

Yuxiu Manor is located to the west of the capital, close to the outer area, covering a large area, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery. Now it is late autumn, maple leaves are all over the ground, and from a distance, the forest is full of colors.

Two Jinyiwei appeared outside the gate, one following closely behind the other and holding his horse.

The thousand-man army in brocade clothes, riding a tall horse, with a long sword on his waist, came as he crushed layers of withered and yellow fallen leaves.

Several guards on duty immediately became alert. The leader stepped forward, raised his gun, and stopped the two men.

"Who are you? Why are you approaching Yuxiu Manor with weapons? No matter who you are, you are not allowed to disturb our manor!"

The captain did not dismount. He looked down at the guards and then glanced at Yuxiu Zhuang. It was not until the leader asked again that he looked at the latter.

"Why are you carrying weapons near Yuxiu Manor?"

"There's a dog barking inside, go take care of it."

The man said calmly.

The head guard asked in confusion:

"What do I care if there's a dog barking in there?"

Qianhu smiled jokingly, put his slender fingers on the hilt of the knife, and asked:

"Then why do you care if I bring a sword and a soldier?!"

(End of this chapter)