I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 123: Innate Qi, Sixth-Rank Heavenly Skill [Monthly Tickets Plus]

In the courtyard room.

Chen Zhian injected his spiritual essence and true energy into the Qiankun bag, and then he carefully walked around according to the many spiritual patterns on the Qiankun bag, and a stream of spiritual essence fell into the Qiankun bag.

Chen Zhian clearly sensed what was in the Qiankun bag.

There is a thumb-sized jade pendant in the Qiankun bag. The jade pendant is pure white and has no carvings. It even seems to emit a slight fluorescence.

Chen Zhian took out the jade pendant and injected his true energy into it. He immediately sensed a beating breath in the jade pendant.

The aura was thick and mysterious, and seemed to be filled with extremely strange power.

"Innate Qi."

Chen Zhian showed some joy on his face.

The innate energy is quite precious. If he didn't have this sitting ceremony, he would have to think of many ways to obtain the innate energy, and it is very likely that he would owe a large sum of favor to the boss of Xirenju.

If favors accumulate, it will become more and more difficult to repay them in the future.

There is a high possibility that I will become an illegal worker in Xirenju, and from now on I will have to go back to run the store and pay off Qu Jun’s debt.

He put away the jade pendant with satisfaction and then placed it on the two secret books.

One of the secret books had yellowed pages and some of the ink had blurred, but there were no missing words and it was still clear enough to read.

[The mysterious and profound truth of Ziqing is expounded].

The smile on Chen Zhian's face became even brighter. He opened the cover of [Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen] and saw the two words [Daoxuan] clearly on the first page.

"【Purple Purity Mysterious Micro-Chanzhen】, a sixth-grade heavenly skill, actually originated from Daoxuan Sect."

Chen Zhian's eyes lit up slightly. Daoxuan Sect was the leader of the Three Mountains and Two Sects, and was also the largest Xuanmen in Dayu. It was ranked seventh in the world on the Xuanmen Monument.

There are countless powerful people in the sect, even a real person with good fortune, which can be said to be a prosperous inheritance.

Since this heavenly power came from Daoxuanzong, it was naturally a gift from Daoxuanzong to the Dayu court.

Tonight, he asked Emperor Zhaofu for a heavenly skill on the seventeenth floor of Wangxing Palace. This [Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen] originated from this.

The sixth level of heavenly skill sounds like it is at the bottom of the list and cannot be considered precious.

But in fact, just the two words "Tian Gong" can be said to be extremely precious.

The reason why the aristocratic families have been able to prosper for so long and flourish in Dayu for hundreds of years is that, in addition to the countless resources for cultivation being monopolized by them, most of these precious heavenly skills have also become their private collection.

For an ordinary person to acquire a supernatural skill is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Because of this, ordinary cultivators, if they do not have great opportunities, can only rely on aristocratic families or mysterious sects.

The value of the sixth-grade heavenly skill is far greater than that of the first-grade magic skill.

Why do you see it?

Si Yuanyan, the General Rongtian and the Marquis of Shafo, led the Yujia Army and made two great achievements, namely the capture of Tiefo Pass and Lihe River, for which he was awarded the title of marquis for his military exploits.

The saint of the time personally bestowed upon the Si family a third-grade heavenly skill and a third-grade supernatural power for inheritance.

From this we can see that the value of high-level supernatural powers and magical abilities is comparable to that of a general.

Emperor Zhaofu bestowed this [Purple Purity Mysterious Micro-Expounding Truth] on Chen Zhian, but did not register it in the [De Tian Si], which means that this technique was only bestowed on Chen Zhian and only Chen Zhian could practice it, and it could not be passed on to others.

In this way, the value is naturally much smaller.

But for Chen Zhian, this sixth-grade heavenly skill solved his urgent problem.

He glanced through [Ziqing Xuanwei Chanzhen] and found that the [De Tiansi] who was in charge of heavenly skills and supernatural powers in the palace had carefully considered the reason why he chose this heavenly skill to reward.

"The threshold for practicing this technique is when the Jade God of Unpolished Jade constructs the Innate Fetal Palace."

Chen Zhian nodded with satisfaction.

There are five levels in the White Jade Cicada Shell Chapter.

He has already cultivated to perfection in the fourth level, but the fifth level of the White Jade Technique only transforms the Niwan Palace into the innate fetal palace so that the innate qi can enter it and then completely step into the realm of cultivation.

However, the innate cultivation techniques that came after that were not recorded in the White Jade Cicada Shell chapter.

With [Purple Purity Mysterious Micro Explanation of the Truth], Chen Zhian no longer needs to practice the fifth level of the White Jade Cicada Shell, but can directly practice the first level of [Purple Purity Mysterious Micro Explanation of the Truth] to build the fetal palace, absorb the innate energy, and thoroughly step into the innate realm.

Apart from this Tiangong, another book looked much newer, the ink was very clear, there was no smell of damp leaves, and there were not even many wrinkles in the book, which meant it must have been written in recent years.

This is a sword technique.

It is a first-grade profound skill, which is even higher than the second-grade profound skill of the twelfth level of Badu Beiqu that Chen Zhian practiced.

"This is a sword-drawing technique."

Chen Zhian glanced at the cover: "Fourth update of the sword technique."

Four more updates?

Chen Zhian thought of General Zhutian's famous sword which had cost thirty thousand forgings.

"It seems that this sword-drawing technique was also created by General Zhutian."

Chen Zhian was also satisfied with the reward he got from the sword fight.

The sword-drawing technique and his Badu Beiqu sword technique have similar uses, and sometimes it can even kill the enemy unexpectedly with one strike.

If practiced well, coupled with Chen Zhian's powerful true energy and his heavenly drum magical power, he can often defeat the enemy without having to fight.

"Moreover... this [Fourth Sword Method] can be integrated with my Sword Method of Stopping War, making it even stronger."

Chen Zhian thought silently.

A ray of innate energy, a first-grade profound skill, and a sixth-grade heavenly skill. Just these three rewards made Chen Zhian feel that this court session would be of great benefit to him.

The rewards for poetry and painting were not as important to Chen Zhian as the first three treasures.

But it is equally precious.

For comparison, Chen Zhian got a painting and opened it.

This is a painting. Chen Zhian unfolded the scroll and took a look at it.

He saw that in this painting, the vast ocean occupied most of the surface, with layers of ink smudged to outline the grandeur and depth of the ocean.

A full moon hangs high above the surging sea, and its cold moonlight spreads over the misty sea surface.

Chen Zhian looked at it carefully and suddenly let out a light exclamation. This scene appeared in his mind. Then, the bright moon hung high in his mind, shining brightly and falling on the twelve divine auras in the Niwan Palace.

His spirit suddenly became more active.

[Picture of Moon over the Western River] was painted by Sun Zhongyu, the secretary of the Imperial Secretariat.

Moreover, this picture is actually a visualization picture and is extremely valuable.

"What a generous move." Chen Zhian marveled at it and began to admire the Secretary of the Central Secretariat.

Sun Zhongyu was the most famous painter in Dayu. Emperor Zhaofu promoted him to the position of Zhongshu Sheren because he liked his paintings.

Shen Haohao had told Chen Zhian that Sun Zhongyu had extraordinary attainments in calligraphy and painting, and also had a high level of cultivation. Unexpectedly, during this court ceremony, Sun Zhongyu would actually take out a visualization picture as a reward.

only……

Chen Zhian watched the scenery of Nanliu. In an instant, the brilliance of Nanliu filled his mind, which was much brighter than the moon of Xijiang.

"Unfortunately, this visualization picture is of no use to me and its value is not very high."

Immediately, Chen Zhian's eyes fell on the last reward.

It is a set of four treasures of the study: pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The four treasures of the study were neatly placed in three large boxes, all made of thousand-year-old sandalwood. The boxes alone were probably worth a hundred taels of silver.

In the first box, there was a piece of river god paper with a lot of words written on it, and then introduced this set of four treasures of the study. The set of twelve pens were all Duanyang purple hair pens, made by Zhang Wang, the patriarch of the Zhang family, a famous pen-making family in Duanyang Prefecture. He was the top pen-making master in Dayu today, and his set of purple hair pens often sold for thousands of taels of gold, which was extremely expensive.

The ink comes from the Liujian Li family on the banks of the Liujian River, and is also top-quality ink ingot.

As for paper, needless to say, there were six stacks of River God paper.

The inkstone is even more precious, as it is a relic of Daxi, and the words "Daxi" are engraved on it.

"If we sell this set of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, I'm afraid this set of Duanyang brushes and the inkstone in the Daxi Palace will be worth two thousand taels of gold."

Chen Zhian carefully read the four rewards, plus the sixth-grade heavenly merit bestowed by Emperor Zhaofu, and finally gained confidence in the future innate path.

"If that's the case, why bother to rest? Let's go to Baiyujing and practice these two techniques."

The Jade Capital map in Chen Zhian's mind slowly opened, and his consciousness was about to fall into it...

His ears moved and he suddenly heard something.

Chen Zhian heard a woman crying and a tired voice gently comforting her.

Then... before Chen Zhian could react, he heard the sound of a sharp blade entering flesh and blood gushed out.

The woman cried louder and louder, from sobbing to choking, and then to wailing.

Chen Zhian stood up, walked out of the yard, passed the intersection of Fusang Street, and saw a surprising scene on Tianyang Street leading to the imperial palace.

He saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, covered in blood, crying loudly and crying heartbreakingly.

Next to the woman, a man in his fifties or sixties was holding a sword in his hand. His throat was severed and blood was gushing out.

People from afar have gathered around.

Several doormen who were looking at the lanterns also poked their heads around the corner and looked here.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of soldiers guarding the intersection of Tianyang Street came running from a distance.

Before these soldiers arrived, they were already shouting at the people who had gathered around them.

"Go away!"

"Disperse, don't gather in a crowd!"

"roll!"

When the common people who had just gathered saw the troops, they immediately scattered, leaving only the girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, crying while holding the corpse.

The woman's eyes were filled with despair. Seeing the army approaching from a distance, she suddenly took out a stack of paper from her long sleeves, threw it into the sky, and then tried to pick up the dagger in the dead man's hand.

Chen Zhian was about to do something.

Then the woman saw that even if she tried hard to pry open the corpse's hands, she could not do it and could not take out the dagger from the corpse's hand.

So she tried to lift the dead man's arm and use the corpse's hand as the hilt of her sword.

Chen Zhian kicked out a fallen leaf casually, and the sword intent surged. The fallen leaf hit the corpse's arm, causing the arm to shake.

The girl was already feeling exhausted, and now with the external force, she could no longer hold on and let the arm slip out of her hand and fall on her.

The girl fell down and looked at the sky helplessly.

Even if she died, she couldn't die.

At this time, the soldiers had already arrived, and one of them grabbed the corpse with one hand, just like grabbing a dead cat.

There were a few others who were collecting the straw paper that was falling from the sky.

Another person casually grabbed the woman and asked her a few questions loudly, then said to the person next to him, "Notify the government office to come and arrest her."

Chen Zhian thought about it, stepped forward, and picked up a piece of straw paper from the ground.

A soldier in the distance saw Chen Zhian taking the toilet paper and was about to shout to stop him, but then he saw Chen Zhian turn around and walk towards Fusang Street in the imperial city.

When he saw the doorman on Fosang Street bowing to Chen Zhian from afar, he stopped and turned away.

Chen Zhian took the straw paper in his hand, stepped into the yard and opened it.

But on the straw paper, there were only a few dozen words written in blood.

But just these dozens of words seemed to have cost a lot of blood.

Every time he wrote a few words, the bloodstain gradually faded, and then new blood was added. It can be said that every word was written with blood.

Chen Zhian read it carefully, frowned again, and focused on the last line of text.

"Yun Jiang is innocent, I hope the saint will show mercy.

Lin Hu is a lowly person, and is willing to die in the hope that the great men in the imperial city will take notice of him."

"General Yun?"

Chen Zhian shook his head, somewhat admiring Lin Hu's firmness.

He committed suicide in front of the imperial city by slitting his throat with a sword without any hesitation.

Even the girl of seventeen or eighteen seemed to be begging desperately and never backed down. She died on that main street as she wished.

Dozens of pieces of paper were scattered and landed in a busy place, so they must have been picked up by ordinary people.

Those weapons arrived a little late, so I'm afraid we won't be able to collect all of them.

Tomorrow, perhaps this matter will spread and be passed on by word of mouth among ordinary people.

"But, are the things on this paper true?"

Chen Zhian thought carefully. No matter whether it was the man named Lin Hu or the girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, they both looked dressed in ordinary clothes, had panicked expressions, and looked exhausted. They must have dared to come to Xuan Tianjing on the day of the imperial ceremony.

He came here specially and was willing to die with a sword in hand.

This matter... must be somewhat true.

"The clouds stopped..."

Chen Zhian silently recited the name on the paper, feeling as if he had heard it somewhere before.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered that he and Jiang Feiliu were sitting on the sixteenth floor of Wangxing Palace.

Jiang Feiliu once mentioned the name of Yun Ting.

Chen Zhian thought about it for a while, and finally put down the blood letter in his hand.

This matter has nothing to do with him and it won't consume his mind too much.

His consciousness fell into Baiyujing, but after just a few breaths, it came out again.

Chen Zhian got up from the octagonal pavilion, returned to his room, carefully ground the ink, picked up the pen and wrote a letter.

"The person is already dead. General Yun, I don't know who she was, nor do I know whether the story is true or not. But if the woman is arrested by the government office, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the truth to come out..."

While Chen Zhian was thinking, he wrote down everything he had seen and heard today in a letter.

He originally wanted to attach the letter written in blood, but after thinking for a while, he copied the letter written in blood and stuffed it into the envelope together with the letter.

He went out of the yard, summoned a porter from Foshan Street, and handed him another piece of silver.

"Send this letter to Prince Duanque's mansion on Jiuguan Street." Chen Zhian gave careful instructions.

The concierge hesitated.

Chen Zhian added: "Just say it was sent by Chen Zhian from Fosang Street. The gatekeeper at the Prince's Mansion should know about it."

The concierge hurried away.

ps: Yesterday's monthly ticket was added

(End of this chapter)