I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 154 Born Noble
August 5th is close to Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chen Zhian was practicing in his house on East Street, sitting cross-legged by the pond in the courtyard.

Dew condensed on the flowers and leaves around his body, like strings of tiny pearls. The lotus leaves in the pond had withered, and the remaining lotus leaves swayed slightly in the morning breeze.

As the sun rose higher, there was a knock on the door.

His spiritual energy flowed and turned into a silk thread, which reached over the wall. He saw that the person who came to knock on the door was actually Lu Shengxuan with a long sword.

Lu Shengxuan frowned, his eyes seemed confused, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Bai Jian was feeding the horses and also looked at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian shook his head: "Today is the day of the duel. Lu Shengxuan already has some doubts in his heart. He still needs to see how many corruptions there are in the Shangyuan Lu family, which he thinks is upright and has strict family rules.

If he can't see me, he will eventually draw his sword and take revenge... Why should I see him now?"

Bai Jian nodded, put down the fodder in his hand, walked out the door and talked to Lu Shengxuan.

Chen Zhian continued to close his eyes and regulate his breathing. The bright yellow innate energy in his innate womb had been refined by half.

The true energy in his body was twice as thick as when he had just entered the innate realm. The twelve divine essences were equally thick as pillars, with strands branching out from them. The golden light flickering on the divine essences was quite mysterious.

Bai Jian sensed Chen Zhian's undisguised aura and couldn't help but marvel at it.

"Your foundation is too solid. You are at the first level of innateness. Your true essence and spiritual energy are even thicker and more solid than those of ordinary people at the third level of innateness."

Chen Zhian exhaled a breath and woke up from his practice.

"Everyone whose name is on the Young Tiger Monument has a profound foundation and is at the Innate Realm. Fighting one or two levels above the Innate Realm should not be a big deal."

For example, Wei Lingyu, who is in his early twenties and at the sixth level of the innate realm, is probably no match for an ordinary cultivator who is at the perfect innate realm and is about to enter the Jade Palace.

Only someone like Lu Zhujun, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, is a few years older than him, and has cultivated the fiery sword spirit, could have a brief confrontation with him.

If they really had to decide the winner, Lu Zhujun would not be able to defeat her.

However, Wei Lingyu was only ranked 130th on the Tiger Young Monument. It was unknown how powerful those who were in the top 100 or even the top 50 were.

Bai Jian heard what Chen Zhian said, but shook his head and said: "Don't underestimate yourself, your foundation is too solid, and your background is already very strong.

If you are an innate cultivator who only cultivates the seventh level of divine essence and only practices ordinary magical powers and profound skills, I am afraid that even a cultivator at the third level of innateness will definitely not be your opponent.

If you use all your strength, and use your sword intent, saber intent, and magical powers, you can kill an ordinary fourth-level innate person with a sword...

Chen Zhian, don't doubt it, among the many characters on the Tiger Cub Monument, you are also a truly strong one.

When the Young Tiger Monument changes its ranking, based on my understanding of your strength, even if you don’t have a behemoth like the Anguo Mansion behind you, you will definitely be in the top 100, much higher than Wei Lingyu’s ranking.”

He said so many words in one breath, and his face looked a little pale, but he still added: "When your name on the Tiger Cub Monument is among the top 100, your lower magical power will be much stronger."

Chen Zhian tilted his head to think about it, then stretched out his hand, with a long sword in his hand.

It was the Luanxiu long sword.

“It’s a pity that this famous sword does not belong to me. After the duel, I have to return it to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Otherwise, with this famous sword handed down from generation to generation, I would also have the confidence to fight against the ordinary Yuque Tianguan."

Bai Jian was immediately amused: "You have a big appetite. The famous weapons handed down from generation to generation...even the people in Yuque Palace are not all possessed by everyone.

Among the 128 famous swords on the Ruo Ancient Sword Store, the Luanxiu sword ranks 24th, and is a true treasure passed down from generation to generation.

If it weren't for this fight, it would be a luxury for you to touch this sword, but you still want to take it for yourself?"

Chen Zhian took back Luanxiu and looked forward to the twelfth-ranked sword hidden by Fu Tingjun in the Fufeng Dragon Palace.

The Luanxiu ranked 24th is already so powerful that it can even allow him to gain the strength to fight in a higher realm. Then how precious and powerful is the sword ranked 12th?

The two talked for a while, and Bai Jian looked outside the door: "Grand Commander Qin is waiting for you."

Chen Zhian got up, mounted his horse, and opened the gate, only to see Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun waiting in the distance.

Behind these two generals, Qin Wenzhuo was wearing a python robe, which was rare for him, and was also riding on a tall horse.

Autumn is fading.

The day when General Yun Ting will be executed is getting closer.

Whether this brave general who slew demons can survive depends on today.

Chen Zhian rode his horse to meet the two men and saluted Qin Dadu Yu.

Qin Wenzhuo's face was solemn. He nodded slightly, then looked up at the sky again.

The autumn sun is high in the sky, a little dim, but it eventually brings out the light.

"It's autumn and the sun is shining brightly, yet we still have to resort to this method to redress our grievances."

Qin Wenzhuo sighed: "The world is like this, the world is dark and cannot be easily changed."

He then rode away towards the north city.

Lu Jing, Zheng Xuanze and Lu Zhujun followed him on horseback.

He was wearing a dragon robe, but he did not ride in a sedan chair. Instead, he rode a horse. I don't know how many people's attention he attracted.

Many people did not know who these people were, but seeing that they were dignified and had extraordinary temperament, they saluted them from afar.

"It's Chen Sijia!"

Someone suddenly pointed at Chen Zhian and shouted.

Pedestrians and common people along the way suddenly became interested, and many people lined the streets to see what the young man who won the top four in the court festival looked like.

Many other scholars also rushed to participate.

The impact of those two poems was far greater than Chen Zhian had expected.

Word of mouth spread quickly, and both sides of the street were filled with people, all looking at them.

Qin Wenzhuo smiled slightly and said, "They don't know that Chen Sijia is a kind and righteous man who is willing to draw his sword for others."

Chen Zhian smiled and suddenly asked, "Grand Commander, what will happen if I lose to Lu Shengxuan?"

"Yun Ting will die." Qin Dadu Yu lowered his eyes and said, "This is determined by the saints, and it cannot be changed."

Chen Zhian was silent.

Qin Dadu Yu raised his head and said, "Everything has a price. Yun Ting is dead. The Dali Temple Shaoqing of the Lu family tortured him privately and forced him to confess. I will cut off his head and let the six surnames of Dayu come to find me."

Chen Zhian became more and more confused.

"Didn't Shangyuan Lu know that Yun Ting was dead and that Grand Commander Qin would be angry? A Junior Official of the Dali Temple is a high-ranking official of the third rank. Could it be that Yun Ting's life is more important than that of a Junior Official of the Dali Temple?"

Qin Wenzhu nodded: "The dignity of the aristocratic family cannot be offended. Yun Ting killed the direct descendant of the Shangyuan Lu family, so his life is more important than anyone else's life.

If one mountain collapses, all the mountains collapse; if the clouds stop, they will not die. The filth hidden by the aristocratic families will probably be revealed by more and more people."

Chen Zhian seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

He looked at Qin Wenzhuo's back and suddenly understood what it meant to be a true gentleman who could be deceived by his own tactics.

Qin Dadu had traveled thousands of miles and seen countless people struggling in the mud to survive. He might have had goodness in his heart. Once he had moral goodness in his heart, carrying the responsibility of thousands of people on his shoulders was like having shackles.

Just like Qin Wenzhuo, he clearly has unparalleled cultivation and a large army under his command, but he can only face the north while enduring the disgust of many dignitaries in Xuan Tianjing.

"General Yun Ting will not die."

Chen Zhian suddenly spoke, his tone filled with sincere admiration.

Qin Wenzhuo nodded slightly and didn't say much.

The four of them then headed straight for the North City.

The venue for the fight is on the Panchi stage.

The saint will also fly over to the Wangxing Palace today, sit on the seventeenth floor of the clouds, and look down at the fight on the Panchi stage.

At this time, there were already many people on the many pavilions around Panchi Terrace.

I wonder how many officials in the court know about this.

Many aristocratic families were eagerly waiting, hoping to behead Yun Ting.

Many people have already come to the Panchi Stage.

Lu Qinghe, the current head of the Lu family, was sitting on one side of the jade platform. Lu Haihui and Lu Shengxuan beside him were turning their heads and looking at everyone.

Lu Haihui and Lu Shengxuan were obviously surprised when they saw Chen Zhian.

Several people dismounted, climbed onto the Panchi Terrace, and took their seats.

The sage has not yet arrived, and the Panchi Terrace seems quite quiet.

Even though Lu Qinghe was only wearing a gray robe, without a tall crown on his head and just had his hair tied up in a bun, he still had an imposing demeanor.

He just sat there, as if clouds were rising around his body, like an immortal in the clouds.

Many court officials would salute Lu Qinghe from afar when passing by North Street and before climbing up the tall buildings in the North City Gardens.

There were also many generals and civil servants who saluted Emperor Qin Dadu.

But in terms of the number of people, he is far inferior to Lu Qinghe.

Qin Daduyu is of a very high rank and has a high level of cultivation, but he is far away in the north and does not want to extend his hand to Xuantianjing. Naturally, his influence is far less than that of the six clans of Dayu.

When Lu Qinghe saw Qin Wenzhuo take his seat, he stood up and saluted Qin Wenzhuo with Lu Haihui and Lu Shengxuan.

But Qin Wenzhu didn't respond at all and just sat there drinking tea.

Lu Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, and he said to the two people beside him: "Qin Dadu Yu is the high wall of the northern land of Dayu, and together with General Fu, he stopped the iron horse and cloud eagle of the northern country.

You two should also pay respect to him and thank him for his protection."

The two stood up and saluted again.

Qin Wenzhu shook his head and finally said, "No need to perform formalities. I have no friendship with the six families of Dayu. If it weren't for these 80 million Dayu people, who knows where the northern troops would have been heading."

Lu Qinghe sighed and said, "With external enemies all around, why is Qin Dadu Yu like this? It's not just Dadu Yu who is protecting Dayu.

If there were no noble families in the world, how could Dayu be so powerful? "

"Strong?" Qin Wenzhuo thought of the poverty in the north, the floods in the southwest, and the bursting of the Huanglong River, which turned countless people into refugees.

I also remembered that now, in the autumn harvest season, the people of Dali were preparing for battle and were going to the north to forage for food.

Where is the strength?
Thinking of this, Qin Wenzhuo turned his head and looked at the huge Xuantianjing.

The capital of Xuantian was prosperous everywhere, with singing and dancing, and countless luxurious mansions. It indeed had the air of a powerful state.

So he smiled and turned to Zheng Xuanze, "General Zheng, do you think our Dayu is strong and prosperous?"

"Having been in the North for a long time, Xuan Ze only knows that many people in the North still don't have enough to eat. Many noble families in the South are hoarding food, and would rather let the food rot in the warehouse than sell it to the North at a fair price."

“I also know that a large area of land in the north was bought by a northern family, improved into medicine, and planted with many medicinal herbs.

However, these medicinal herbs were not supplied to the soldiers in the north because the north was poor and could not afford the prices.

Instead, they will be sold to the three kingdoms of Daxi, to the Western Regions, or even to Daqian."

Lu Qinghe turned and looked at Lu Haihui.

Lu Haihui's face was still pale, and his injuries had not healed, but he laughed: "Without the aristocratic family trade, how can we earn gold and silver from other countries, how can we earn the spiritual nourishment from other countries?

Market management is all about profit. The North is poor, so should the people in other parts of the world sacrifice themselves to support the North? "

Lu Zhujun was in a very hot temper and did not even show any sign of restraint on the Panchi stage. The cups and plates fell on the table with a dull sound.

“The North is actually not poor. There are countless mines in the North, and there are many black spiritual lands that are very suitable for growing medicinal herbs. More than two hundred years ago, these mines and lands were still supporting the people of the North.

But over the past two hundred years, these mines, lands, and even spiritual veins have gradually been occupied by major families.

Especially the six surnames and twelve or thirteen surnames of Dayu, who made contributions to Dayu when the country was founded. The imperial court bestowed grace on them and reduced their tax burdens. The taxes paid by the noble families were still less than those paid by ordinary people.

More and more small families and even poor commoners began to submit to the Six Clans of Dayu. The industries were held by the big clans, the industries prospered, but the tax revenues became less and less.

There are only a few ways left for the people to survive..."

"Lord Lu! The noble families have earned gold and silver from other countries, and earned spiritual cultivation resources from other countries. Has the common people ever benefited from it?"

Lu Zhujun asked coldly.

The three people opposite remained expressionless.

Lu Haihui’s smile did not fade, and he shook his head and said, “When Dayu was established, there was already a difference in blood and names.

There are inherent differences in status among people.

With noble blood, it is easier for them to study and practice, and it is natural for them to occupy more resources.

No matter how many resources a mediocre person possesses, he cannot cultivate an innate state or a jade que. However, the bloodline of the noble families in the world is different... General Lu, do you understand this principle?"

Lu Zhujun hasn't spoken yet.

Zheng Xuanze snorted coldly and said, "Are the bloodlines of the aristocratic families born noble? All the resources for cultivation belong to the aristocratic families, but nowadays, there are few soldiers guarding the border who come from aristocratic families. Even if there are, they are just people like Chu Xiubai.

Since it is useless, then even if you have more Xiantian and more Yuque, what good will it do?"

Chen Zhian had been listening quietly, but at this moment he suddenly smiled.

Lu Haihui, who was about to speak, looked at him with cold eyes.

Chen Zhian shook his head and said, "Bloodline, talent, and bones are cultivated, not born noble.

If the aristocratic families had not monopolized the world's resources, perhaps the people of Dayu would be stronger.

If there were no aristocratic families in the world, perhaps the people of Dayu could all be as powerful as dragons, and Dayu's national strength might be even stronger."

When Lord Lu heard Chen Zhian's words, a hint of emotion finally showed on his originally calm face.

(End of this chapter)