You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 227 Kyoto Samurai
Li Yu finally finished telling what she had experienced that year.

When the last syllable came out of his mouth, he couldn't help but look around.

He looked around blankly, as if he was avoiding something, and curled up his body.

Trembling with fear, his face full of awe.

After waiting anxiously for a long time and finding that nothing happened, he finally sat back in his original seat.

It was hard to tell whether that expression was one of lamentation or happiness.

There is no natural calamity that can shorten one’s lifespan.

The formation of Juetianduandi is functioning normally.

At this moment, Li Yu felt as if a pair of shackles had been removed from his body, and a deep sense of relief emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Even though Zuo Chen had restored his health, he was still worried that he would return to the brink of death after saying these words. Until today, these invisible restraints on his body finally dissipated with the wind and disappeared completely.

But after relaxing my body and mind, what arose in my heart was not joy, but a feeling of melancholy.

He suppressed his emotions and said to Zuo Chen:

"Master, these are all I know."

"enough."

Zuo Chen nodded.

Li Yu's information is very useful.

The books in the Kyoto Cabinet are filled with information about the past and the future, which doesn't sound right at first glance.

This booklet may have been tainted by someone, and it is difficult to determine whether the contents are true or false.

If he goes to Kyoto this time, Zuo Chen plans to find an opportunity to go to the Cabinet Library to find this book and take a look.

The second was the final blow that killed the capital.

A knife from nowhere...

There are many possibilities.

It is hard to say whether it was from a famous magic weapon, or it could be that a fairy from the past used his magical powers to slash out of thin air and cut off the neck of the capital master.

Zuo Chen is not a physical cultivator, and he is not sure whether the Flower Blooms Instantly technique can withstand a treasure of this level.

I have to be more vigilant in the future to avoid being stabbed in the back.

At last,
That is the most important person who has achieved the three awakenings.

The reason why Li Yu's life span was shortened was because he saw this man's title.

When one’s practice reaches a certain level, the name and title become powerful.

Zuo Chen could occasionally feel that someone was reading his name. If he used the method of "borrowing auspicious words" to pinch it, he could even look along this line.

In other words, if he wanted, he could use "Great Disasters and Dangers" to slap the person who was muttering his name from a distance of thousands of miles.

Of course, this situation can be avoided through various means, just like Zuo Chen now rarely hears enemies muttering his name.

They may specifically avoid their own name and refer to themselves by a special nickname.

"Taoist priest", "Taoist chief".

There are so many Taoists in the world, how can it be said that he is referring to Zuo Chen?

The person who has reached the third level of awakening must have used some magic to add an abnormality to his name, similar to how Zuo Chen labeled his own name with great disasters and dangers. No matter who knows his name, they will be infected with his curse.

Although Zuo Chen can do it, he certainly won't use it like this. He doesn't know how to select now. If he really does this, it will be an indiscriminate range attack, causing more casualties to friendly forces.

This thing is like a plague and is difficult to control.

Back to this person of the Three Awakenings...

Listening to Li Yu's description, Zuo Chen subconsciously thought of the old monk he saw above the sea of ​​suffering at that time.

After digesting the information, Zuo Chen waved his hand, released the surrounding Juetian magic, gathered the liquid in his hand again, and then hid it in his dantian.

"Thank you, Prince Jing, for your guidance."

"What are you talking about? You are so polite."

The two exchanged polite words.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Li Yu called the maid to come and prepare the banquet.

Finally, the barrier in his heart was overcome. Li Yu felt happy and decided to have good food and wine today.

……

The next morning, Zuo Chen was sitting in the newly arranged yard to rest.

After receiving the news and refining the miraculous liquid, there was only one and a half months left, but Zuo Chen didn't know what to do.

Should I go to Kyoto in advance, or travel around Yuzhou?

No idea at the moment.

He looked around again.

Caiyi went to find Guan Jinping, while Luye went back into seclusion after asking Zuo Chen some questions about transformation.

There was no one else around the yard.

simply……

Thinking in his mind, Zuo Chen snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the soundproof barrier fell in the middle of the yard.

After making sure that the noise in the courtyard would not be heard outside, Zuo Chen coughed twice:

"Three awakenings?"

"Fellow Daoist Sanjue?"

"Three awakenings!"

"The bald donkey's third awakening?!"

"Three awakenings~~"

Zuo Chen shouted for a long time inside the soundproof barrier.

Nothing happened.

He curled his lips and sat back in the rocking chair in the middle of the yard.

"You're just bullying ordinary people with no cultivation. Shame on you, shame on you!"

Repeat these two sentences.

Zuo Chen could vaguely feel that the sky was a little red today.

Suddenly, a figure walked in from outside the door. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Li Yu, whose condition had almost recovered. "Master."

Li Yu saluted to Zuo Chen with a smile.

Zuo Chen also jumped up from his chair and saluted Li Yu in return:
"Prince Jing, what is the matter with you coming to see me today?"

Hearing Zuo Chen's question, Li Yu smiled and said:

"Master, a few days ago, the Shulou clan went to Qingzhou. They planned to assist the Qingzhou Shouwang and attack Xuzhou."

"The Kyoto nobles fled to Qingzhou?" Zuo Chen was slightly stunned.

"Yes." Li Yu nodded. "It seems that the King of Shou in Qingzhou couldn't take over Xuzhou, so he asked for help from the world. In the end, he fooled those nobles."

Good guy.

It turns out that Prince Shou has been causing trouble for Xuzhou recently.

"Master, I heard that you seemed to have supported a group of people in Xuzhou before."

"Yes."

"It seems that the person you support has caused a lot of trouble to Prince Shou." Li Yu said: "What are you going to do?"

Zuo Chen hesitated for a few seconds:

"Let's go back to Xuzhou. We're going to Beijing soon. I don't want to be disturbed by fighting behind me when I go to Beijing."

"Is that so?" Li Yu pondered for a few seconds, then clapped his hands:

"I'll let Bai Tang go back with you."

"Ok?"

"Don't be so hasty to refuse," Li Yu said, "My old brother wants to send out troops, so I must also send troops to assist him. It doesn't matter whether I leave early or late, so I might as well follow you first.

"Besides... everyone in Kyoto must be keeping an eye on you, why don't you pretend to stay in the mansion and then go to Xuzhou with the soldiers.

"If those nobles who can only recite poems see you coming out, they will probably be scared to pee their pants!"

Zuo Chen thought about Li Yu’s suggestion.

Ok……

Very interesting!

"Then I'll trouble Prince Jing."

"How can this be considered a trouble?" Li Yu said with a smile.

It was like seeing the nobles pissing themselves in fear.

……

Outside Kyoto, there is a lot of traffic. Today the sun is shining brightly, and the streets are bustling with people. It is very lively.

Several young people were walking along the road. They were all dressed like scholars, with a noble and childish look on their faces.

They all came to Kyoto to take the exam.

"Everyone says Kyoto is great, and the delicacies and wines are so delicious that I am filled with them."

There was an older one among the young people who shook his head and seemed to understand Kyoto very well.

"Brother, this is my first time in Kyoto. I don't know much about Kyoto. Could you tell me about it?"

A young man asked the leading scholar. After hearing this, the leading scholar immediately patted his chest:
"You've asked the right person! Kyoto is such a great place! Fine food and wine, beautiful women and delicious food. As long as you can afford the money, you can get everything."

The leading scholar was very proud, as if he had already experienced the beauty of Kyoto.

"But brother, I also looked when I came here. It seems that there is only this big city nearby. The others are all small towns. Don't other states have many city-states? Can one city be functional?"

The young student asked again. After hearing this, the scholar snorted disdainfully and looked the young man up and down.

"You are so stupid, kid. Do you really think those small towns are real towns? They are all territories of various noble families!"

He pointed to the convoy carrying food on the road:
"These are the high-quality food and various rare treasures offered by the nobles for Kyoto's enjoyment. They are all the best things in the world! So what if Kyoto is not as big as other places? Even if they don't have other places, they still need to offer tribute to Kyoto! This is Kyoto!"

The leading scholar looked very majestic, as if these caravans were not offering tribute to Kyoto, but to him.

The drivers who were pulling goods took one look at the group of young men and just chuckled twice.

The whole world offers tribute?

Where can such a good thing happen!

Ever since the chaos in Kyoto twenty years ago, fewer feudal lords have paid tribute to Kyoto. Most of the feudal lords only cared about eating well themselves. Even if the emperor wanted to take something from the feudal lords, he could only say it was a loan.

This also led to the emergence of many landlords in the outermost circle of Kyoto. They specialized in employing farmers to grow crops. The farmers planted the wheat, and when it matured, they handed over 95% of it to the landlords. They used the rest for themselves, and occasionally sold it for some money. They lived a tight life.

The landlords gave 50% of the grain they collected to the real masters of the town, that is, the lords of the noble families.

The nobles would then carefully select the grain they had received, and choose the best 30% to hand over to Kyoto to be enjoyed by the upper class people there.

Only these businessmen know that although Kyoto appears to be majestic and powerful nowadays, it has actually lost its former spirit and majesty.

Even when there was a food shortage, they would go to Qingzhou to buy food, but they had to pay for it out of their own pockets.

Of course, the leading scholar had no idea of ​​this. In his eyes, Kyoto was still perfect and beautiful.

He continued with his students:
"We are going to the Kyoto Library this time. It is a place that all scholars in the world yearn for! As long as you pass the student exam this time, you can enter the library and become a member. In the future, you can serve as an official in the court. It will be very convenient!"

Hearing him say this, excitement finally showed in the students' eyes.

Isn't the purpose of going to Beijing to take the imperial examination to enter a library for further study and eventually become an official in the court?

Otherwise, why do they study so hard?
"Brother, what does this library look like? I heard from others that it is like a fairyland, surrounded by clouds and mist, magnificent and beautiful. Is it really like this?"

"It's not that exaggerated." The leading scholar twitched his lips slightly. "In the beginning, the library was indeed just one building. It was a small pavilion selected by the capital, where people taught and preached. Later, more noble families joined in, and they spent money to merge the surrounding streets.

"Nowadays, if you just go there for a stroll, you can meet students like you and me. Then you can call me brother."

The students nodded, their hearts full of anticipation.

In their eyes, the library is a glorious place where all kinds of magic techniques in the world can be found and hundreds of magical weapons can be easily obtained.

No matter what kind of magical power it is, as long as the library takes action, it can be destroyed!

It is truly the glory of the world.

……

"What the hell! What kind of magical power is this!"

Inside a pharmacy on Shulou Street, there was an old man in a long robe, puffing his beard and glaring, with a pair of small eyes that seemed to be burning with fire.

He also gathered a lot of old men, and they all looked at each other, at the young man lying on the bed in great pain, as if he was having a nightmare, and were at a loss what to do.

(End of this chapter)