I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 193 I'm here to pick up my wife

Chen Zhian sat cross-legged in the room, looking down at the two magical treasures and two long swords in front of him.

"【Nine Scenery Treasure Robe】, 【Mountain Guarding Seal】."

The two spiritual treasures exuded a misty aura, and there was a trace of spiritual energy lingering around, making them look quite mysterious.

"The treasured robe is a first-grade spiritual treasure, of the same grade as my Ye Yuezhou. It can protect my body. With this treasured robe, my body will be much stronger."

"And this mountain seal."

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered.

Among General Qiwei’s treasures, the most precious one, apart from the fourth-grade elixir, is this third-grade Xuanbao.

The treasures in the world are divided into spiritual treasures, mysterious treasures, and supreme treasures from weak to strong, and each spiritual treasure is divided into three grades.

Compared with the first-grade Lingbao, the third-grade Xuanbao seems to be only one grade higher, but it is much stronger.

Chen Zhian flowed his spiritual energy into the Mountain-Suppressing Seal. The complex spiritual patterns in it made Chen Zhian's heavy and solid spiritual energy appear extremely small.

"When you reach the Xuanbao level, if you want to use the treasure, you need to carefully sacrifice and refine it."

Chen Zhian's spiritual energy was like fire, falling into it and burning those spiritual patterns. The progress was a bit slow, but he was not in a hurry.

The strange aura in the Mountain-Suppressing Seal came into contact with his spiritual energy, making Chen Zhian full of expectations for this treasure.

“It is made from fragments of spirit veins, and the seal is a word for “Zhen”, which has extraordinary righteousness and is very effective against demons and ghosts… This General Qiwei is a demon, and it doesn’t seem to fit in with this third-grade Xuanbao.

Maybe she got it by accident, or maybe she got it by killing someone."

Chen Zhian's thoughts were in a mess, but his spiritual energy continued to burn. He continued to refine the mountain-suppressing seal for two or three hours.

It was not until late at night that he slowly opened his eyes.

He just casually threw the palm-sized seal in his hand, which had a ridge as big as a mountain.

The mountain-suppressing seal suddenly hung in the air, emitting a heavy and ancient aura.

Chen Zhian nodded with satisfaction.

"After a rough refining, plus I have twelve divine essences, I can barely use it. But the refining is not thorough, and using this treasure consumes too much energy, and it is also very slow.

To kill the enemy during war, I'm afraid you need an extremely good opportunity."

"From now on, you must continue to make sacrifices and practice every day. Don't slack off."

Chen Zhian took the Mountain Seal back to Shantingyu and put on the Nine Scenery Robe.

A first-grade spiritual treasure does not require time-consuming rituals and refining. Chen Zhian's twelve divine auras fell into it and wandered among the spiritual patterns. The treasure robe suddenly sparkled, and a black long-sleeved robe with cloud patterns embroidered on it appeared, which looked quite suitable for Chen Zhian.

The Jiujing Treasure Robe has nine variations and is also an excellent protective spiritual garment.

As Chen Zhian injected his true essence into it, a mysterious aura suddenly rose up. Chen Zhian could keenly sense that this piece of precious clothing was already covered with spiritual patterns, protecting him.

"It's a pity that activating this precious robe consumes too much energy."

Chen Zhian felt it was a great pity.

But then he remembered that he was only at the third level of innate cultivation.

It is indeed a bit extravagant to use the third level of innateness to activate a first-grade spiritual treasure.

The vast majority of cultivators below the level of innate perfection cannot fully unleash the power of a first-grade spiritual treasure with their own true essence, and first-grade spiritual treasures consume a lot of true essence.

Therefore, many innate cultivators from aristocratic families are unable to use first-grade spiritual treasures to fight.

However, Chen Zhian was only at the third level of innate cultivation, and his true energy was already extremely strong. Although he could not activate a first-grade spiritual treasure wantonly, he could easily use it to defend against the enemy at a critical moment.

"Moreover... I will soon be able to enter the fourth level of the Xiantian realm. By then, my true essence will be much stronger."

Chen Zhian was thinking in his mind.

He then turned his eyes to the other two knives.

When Chen Zhian was fighting against Wei Lingyu, his Douji long sword was chopped into pieces by Wei Lingyu's extremely precious gem sword.

Now Chen Zhian still needs a good knife.

Of the two knives on the table, one came from Wang Yan. It was a long sword that had been forged for 19,000 times. The blade was sharp and cold, and it was quite extraordinary.

The other sword came from General Nanao's treasure.

General Nanao did not practice sword skills, so this long sword named [Akaye] should be her trophy and collected by her.

When the light of Qingshan Tower fell on the Chiye long sword, a blazing aura was transmitted.

"Sixteen thousand forgings, it's still not as good as Wang Yan's [Killing Commandment] long sword."

But Chen Zhian did not hesitate for much. He picked up the red sword, and his true energy fell into it. The Qing Emperor's sword intent flowed, and a murderous aura burst out from this new sword.

"Wang Yan's Killing Sword is too eye-catching, but this Chiye Sword is much safer.

Besides, there is something strange about Wang Yan's knife. "

Chen Zhian frowned and placed a finger on the long sword of [Killing Edict]. When the light of Qingshan Tower mixed with the light of Nanliujing shone down, bursts of bloody aura suddenly burst out from the long sword.

At the same time, the information transmitted from Qingshan Tower also caused Chen Zhian's eyes to change slightly.

"Blood Refining Method."

Chen Zhian shook his head: "The Wang family is famous for its weapon forging... Could it be that all those magic weapons from the Wang family are made with this blood refining method?"

He tilted his head to think about it, then put the knife into the Shanting Jade.

By the end of September, the autumn wind has already become a little chilly.

Chen Zhian stood up and walked out of the room, only to see thick fog outside.

Chen Shuijun sat in the thick fog and wiped his sword.

He placed the three swords on his knees one by one.

Zhu Xia, Qiu Zang... and the Beilu long sword obtained from Xie Wujiu.

At this moment, this famous sword, which originally did not belong to Chen Shuijun, was sleeping peacefully in front of his knees, without any resistance at all.

It seemed as if in just two days, this Beilu long sword was completely tamed by Chen Shuijun.

Chen Zhian walked to Chen Shuijun's side and looked at the famous sword with some curiosity.

"It's called Xuan Dong," Chen Shuijun introduced.

"Dad, Xie Wujiu spent more than ten years refining this famous sword, and you have only spent two days and have already tamed the world's famous sword?" Chen Zhian couldn't suppress his curiosity.

Chen Shuijun replied: "I said, this sword is in harmony with my sword heart.

He was not tamed by me, but was led by my sword heart."

"Swordsman..." There was a hint of envy in Chen Zhian's eyes, and Chen Shuijun became more and more unfathomable in his eyes.

"Now that we have Xuan Dong, can we leave Xuan Tianjing?" Chen Zhian was a little worried: "The day after tomorrow is September 25th, and today the Li family has already started decorating their mansion, and the carriages carrying the dowry are all lined up on Longmen Street.

If we delay any further, I’m afraid…”

"The red beans haven't bloomed yet." Chen Shuijun's eyes were calm and he looked relaxed, but he held Xuan Dong's hand tighter and tighter, and even his finger bones turned white.

Chen Zhian also took out the Yunchuan sword.

The demon seed in Yunchuan's sword was emitting black energy, which was then absorbed by the light of Qingshan Tower.

"I don't know what Xie Wujiu is waiting for. The wedding is the day after tomorrow, but he is not in a hurry and has not given any orders through this demon." Chen Zhian frowned slightly.

Chen Shuijun raised his head and looked towards the direction of the Xie family compound in the north city through the thick fog.

As the autumn wind blew and the clouds moved, he could clearly see that in the Xie family's villa, the thirty-six pear trees had been arranged into a sword formation.

There is a sword seed in each pear tree, which is nurturing sword energy.

“The Xie family’s sword seeds are famous all over the world… This Xie Wujiu used thirty-six sword seeds to breed a sword energy.

The sword has matured, and news about Xie Wujiu should come soon."

The worry in Chen Zhian's eyes remained unchanged.

"Xie Wujiu, Lord Jiaoxiang, Si Yuanyan... and even the Patriarch of the Xie Family."

His thoughts flashed, and he glanced at Chen Shuijun, who had a calm expression.

With so many enemies, how can he, as a father, break through?

And at this moment, the autumn wind blew again.

Chen Shuijun's originally calm expression suddenly changed.

There was a hint of fatigue in his expression.

As his gaze followed the autumn wind, blowing through the clouds and into the sea of clouds.

But on the sea of clouds, he saw a middle-aged Taoist with a sword on his waist, a black gourd in his hand, and looking down at Xuan Tianjing.

His eyes fell on Longmen Street, on Li Mansion, and on Hongdouyuan.

"Daoxuan Sect..." Chen Shuijun muttered to himself, then turned to look at Xiuba Mountain.

On the Xiuba Mountain, there was a young-looking swordsman in green clothes who was also looking up. He had a sword on his waist.

The aura rising from the knife vaguely transformed into a real dragon.

"Those two dragons on Mount Qixia?"

The opportunity of Daoguo was not known only to Si Yuanyan and Xie Wujiu.

The dragons from Daoxuan Sect and Qixia Mountain came quietly, probably for this so-called great opportunity.

"But... this fruit also involves a life." Chen Shuijun drooped his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was at this time.

The demon seed in Chen Zhian's Yunchuan sword once again emitted waves of black mist.

The black mist fell on the light of Qingshan Tower, and the light of Qingshan Tower began to tremble, and then turned into messages that fell into Chen Zhian's thoughts.

Chen Zhian couldn't help but take a deep breath. He looked at Chen Shuijun and said, "Thank you Wujiu... let me go to meet my mother and take her away from Xuan Tianjing."

Chen Shuijun's eyes flashed, and he looked up at the sky again, saw the middle-aged Taoist priest of Daoxuan Sect, and then saw the green-clothed swordsman.

After a few breaths, Chen Shuijun finally stood up.

"In that case, then we won't wait any longer."

"I...will go to Hongdouyuan with you."

Chen Zhian touched the Yunchuan sword, and his eyes became more decisive.

"Since Xie Wujiu asked me to go to Hongdouyuan, he must have made all the preparations. Father doesn't actually have to go. I will just bring mother out." Chen Zhian said.

Chen Shuijun shook her head gently: "When I left Xuan Tianjing eighteen years ago, I told your mother that one day I would come to visit her and leave the Li Mansion with her."

"I made many promises to your mother, but time has passed quickly and I have been unable to fulfill many of them.

And those that are still achievable start with this one.”

As Chen Shuijun spoke, he stood up and specifically told Chen Zhian to wait for a while before returning to the room.

A cup of tea passed before Chen Shuijun walked into the room.

But today, Chen Shuijun was seen wearing a rare white long dress, with a crown on her head and a yellow sparrow sword at her waist.

Now in middle age, and because of the pain of separation for many years, Chen Shuijun already has many white hairs on his temples and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

But when he came over in white, with his calm face, eyes like the deep night sky, and the peaceful aura emanating from his body, he could be described as extraordinary.

Many years of teaching have made Chen Shuijun like a piece of aged jade.

A gentleman, gentle as jade...

This sentence is the most appropriate to describe Chen Shuijun at this moment.

Chen Zhian looked at Chen Shuijun who came with a sword, and thought of the countless names written by Zhian and Shuijun's mother in Hongdouyuan, and his spirit became heavy.

The two walked out of the courtyard.

It was already past midnight and there were some stars in the sky.

The starlight shone on the father and son, casting two slender shadows.

"Should we still climb over the wall?" Chen Zhian asked.

Chen Shuijun shook his head: "No, this time we... go in through the main entrance."

Chen Zhian was confused, but didn't say much.

The two of them walked under the starlight and went all the way to Longmen Street.

Longmen Street is where the nobles live, and there are guards and gatehouses at the entrance of the street.

Chen Zhian saw the guard with a sword from afar, and one hand fell on the Yunchuan long sword at his waist.

An autumn breeze blew by.

Several guards seemed sleepy and lay on the ground.

The two of them walked straight into Longmen Street and arrived at the gate of Li's mansion.

Late at night, the main door of Li's residence was closed, but several large red lanterns had been hung on the door, indicating that there would be some happy events in the residence in the next few days.

Chen Zhian went forward and wanted to knock on the door.

Chen Shuijun said, "Let's just roll the names."

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise in his eyes. But he still did not reject Chen Shuijun...

There are still many disasters facing them, and the Li Mansion is the most inconspicuous one.

So Chen Zhian took a deep breath, and in this bleak autumn wind, in the quiet autumn night, he said loudly: "The Chen family father and son are here to pay their respects."

This loud shout was like a bolt of thunder exploding on Longmen Street.

All of a sudden, lights were lit in many mansions on Longmen Street, and many guards from other mansions, with swords on their waists, walked out of the yard, staring at the two of them, waiting for orders from their masters.

Clouds and mist rolled in the sky, blocking the starlight.

This loud shout woke up countless people.

The same is true for the Li Mansion.

When the lights came on again, several divine auras surged from the Shangshu's house and landed on Chen Shuijun and Chen Zhian.

The door is open.

Another forty guards from the Li Mansion filed out.

Violent true energy burst out from their bodies.

These guards even wore armor...

According to the laws and regulations of Dayu, a second-rank official can maintain 40 soldiers to perform guard duties.

The wrinkles on the armor of these forty soldiers flashed coldly, and the long swords in their hands sparkled brightly, and they repeatedly showed murderous intent towards Chen Shuijun and Chen Zhian.

Even though most of the Li family's power is in Yunzhou, the Shangshu Mansion still has five Yuque disciples and forty soldiers guarding it.

Among these five Yuque, there is even someone who has reached the fourth level of Yuque Xuanchi cultivation. His spiritual energy is like a sword, hanging high in the void.

In the important place in the capital, Dayu is the safest place, and Li Zhuqiu still keeps many strong men.

Behind the weapons and armor... Li Zhuqiu, Madam Li, Li Haiye and many other members of the Li family walked slowly over.

Under the glow of the red lanterns, Li Zhuqiu's face turned ashen and his eyes were extremely cloudy.

He looked at Chen Shuijun and Chen Zhian, father and son, from afar, and the anger in his eyes seemed to devour them.

And in the other mansions on Longmen Street, countless eyes fell silently on the gate of the Li family.

"Chen Shuijun, Chen Zhian, what are you doing?"

"You are the top scholar in the fourth year of Dazhi, and you are well-versed in classics. Don't you know what etiquette is? What do you mean by knocking on my door so late at night?"

Compared to the last time Chen Zhian saw Li Zhuqiu, in such a short period of time, Li Zhuqiu seemed to have become even older, and even his voice revealed an air of old age.

However, Old Lady Li clearly saw the long swords worn by Chen Shuijun and Chen Zhian on their waists.

She frowned and her voice became a little sharp: "The Xuan Tianjing forbids the use of weapons, but you two, father and son, ignored the ban and came here with swords. What exactly do you want to do?"

The five Yuque monks' spiritual energy was suspended in the air, and their magical powers floated in the sky, as if they were already prepared.

The forty guards of the Shangshu Mansion drew the long swords at their waists. The swords flashed sharply and their true energy surged, like a strong wind blowing through Longmen Street.

And at this time... there were many people looking at Longmen Street.

On Xiuba Mountain, the swordsman in green drew out the long sword from his waist. The long sword flew up and turned into a real dragon silently.

The real dragon exhaled clouds and mist and stretched out a dragon claw.

The swordsman in green followed the dragon claw to the dragon's head and sat in the middle of its two horns. There was no cloud or mist on Xiuba Mountain. The light of the crescent moon fell on him, illuminating the scales on the swordsman's body.

He is also a dragon.

Deep in the clouds, Gu Yangzi and Taoist Qizhen stood side by side.

Taoist Qizhen couldn't help but frowned: "This Chen Zhian who comprehended the Dragon Transformation Sutra is actually the son of the Dao Fruit!"

Gu Yangzi looked solemn and said, "That's perfect... Although it's for the benefit of the world, we can't lose the word morality.

If that fruit falls into the hands of evil, it will surely bring disaster to the world.

Since Chen Zhian was extremely talented, when Xuanzong obtained the Taoist fruit, he accepted Chen Zhian into the mountain gate and let him inherit the Taoist fruit.

In this way, although he still feels guilty towards that Daoguo woman, I think he should be able to rest in peace."

Taoist Qizhen shook his head and sighed: "This Chen Zhian may not be a good candidate for refining Dao Fruit."

Tani Yoko turned and looked at her.

Taoist Qizhen talked about her meeting with Chen Zhian at Prince Duanque's mansion.

"The murderous aura of the sword intent that Chen Zhian cultivated is like a cold winter, and the murderous aura is like the smoke of war on a battlefield... To be able to cultivate such a sword intent, the murderous aura in his heart must be extremely strong.

It would be fine if he was a general, but he was just a painter, a young man who had never experienced the joys and sorrows of life.

He has mastered this kind of sword intent, I am afraid..."

“I’m afraid he has bad intentions.” Gu Yangzi frowned, but finally sighed: “In any case, let’s get the Dao Fruit first.

Daoguo...I am not the only one who is plotting. An uninvited guest has come to Xiuba Mountain."

Gu Yangzi said, "Besides, there are countless powerful people in Xuantianjing. If we are discovered by the imperial court, I am afraid we will not be able to take this fruit away."

"We can't take it away, and neither can the others who have learned of the opportunity to obtain the Dao Fruit.

Therefore... this battlefield will eventually be led outside Xuan Tianjing...

Although Chen Zhian and his father's cultivation was ordinary, they could still cause some trouble.

It's just right, we can also take a look at what the Xie family, Si Yuanyan, and the two dragons are planning."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked towards the foot of Xiuba Mountain.

There is a villa of Xie family there.

Xie Maoxing, the head of the Xie family, sat cross-legged in front of a wooden table with a book in front of him.

He clasped his hands in his sleeves, his eyes like a deep, cold pond, calm and undisturbed.

It was not until he sensed Gu Yangzi's gaze that he slowly looked up.

The eyes of these two figures, who were both well-known in the vast world of Dayu, met, and a ray of light flashed by.

On the Chitian Tower in Xuantianjing, Duke Anguo stood with his hands behind his back, smiling brightly.

The black-robed imperial teacher who had just walked out of the palace looked up at the clouds, then looked at Xiu Bashan and shook his head slightly.

Many people secretly planned...

For most people in Xuantianjing, this late-night visit was about a "marriage robbery" by Chen Shuijun and his son.

For example, the Yu Fu Palace and Ming Yue Palace at this moment.

In Yufu Palace, Princess Linglong sat on the bed, her slender figure barely concealed by the light veil on her body. She was no longer sleepy, and asked the female official whom she called Yuxu Nu, "Are you saying that Chen Zhian brought his father to the Li Mansion to pay his respects?"

"In two days, the Si and Li families will be getting married. It's already late at night. What does Chen Zhian want to do?"

"Chen Shuijun and his son were each equipped with a long sword." The female official continued to report.

Princess Linglong's expression changed again, and a hint of worry appeared between her brows.

And the female official continued: “It seems that the two of them want to rob the bride.

But this matter is quite strange, as the cultivation base of Chen Zhian and Chen Shuijun is only at the innate realm.

The word "robbing a bride" is really a bit... difficult for them."

When Princess Linglong heard what the female official said, she didn't even hesitate and gave the order, "Then you go and provide support in secret. No matter what Mr. Chen wants to do... you must lend him a helping hand."

The female official was stunned, but did not ask any more questions. She bowed and was about to leave.

Princess Linglong suddenly stood up, rummaged through the boxes and took out a pearl and threw it to the female official.

"You light up the Far Eye Bead, and I also want to see... why Mr. Chen is so impulsive."

In Mingyue Palace.

Princess Longyue had not gone to bed till late at night. She was standing in the Mingyue Palace, looking into the distance.

Her spirit flowed straight out of the palace and landed on Longmen Street.

Except for these two people.

Wei Liyang and Wei Lingyu from the Anguo Mansion...

Li Guiwan, Xie Beitu, Wang Long, Pei Nanshu, Yan Hemian...

Even Si Chiqiong and Si Yao from the Si family had received the news.

Many eyes were fixed on Longmen Street and on the Chen father and son who looked weak and powerless.

The events of eighteen years ago have never faded, but will blossom and bear fruit tonight.

"Send people to the Inspectorate, the Dali Temple, and the Jingyin Mansion and ask them to come and arrest him."

Li Zhuqiu gave the order and someone immediately left in a hurry.

Chen Shuijun turned his head and looked towards Hongdouyuan.

The towering courtyard wall blocked his view, but could not stop the flowing autumn wind.

The clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the moonlight, which also fell on the Hongdou Courtyard.

"I'm here to pick her up." Chen Shuijun turned around and looked directly at Li Zhuqiu: "I once told you that when your blessings are about to end, I will come to see you and take my wife away."

A sneer was clearly visible on Li Zhuqiu's old face.

Lady Li, who was standing by, had already realized that many of the wealthy families on Longmen Street were watching the show, making fun of the Yunzhou Li family.

So...she gave the order without hesitation.

"They come here late at night with swords on their backs, and they must be up to no good. Catch them!"

At the command of the old lady, the soldiers and armors were mobilized, and the guests of Yuque and the guards in armors were ready to take action.

"Wait a minute."

But the one who stopped them was Li Zhuqiu.

Li Zhuqiu still had a sneer on his face, but he did not let his men take action.

Because he thought of Li Bodu’s words and the wound on Li Bodu’s face.

"Why worry?"

"The Si family will come, and the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, the Supervisory Office... will all come..."

"Chen Zhian has already embarrassed the Li family, so let them make a big fuss about this. No matter how talented they are, they are just two people after all."

As he thought this in his mind, he put his hands behind his back.

"Is the fortune going to end?" Li Zhuqiu's eyes fell on Chen Shuijun. "My Li family's fortune is at its peak. Bo Du is about to enter the Heavenly Palace, Zhou Bai has already entered the Yanglong Temple, and Yin Xi... is going to marry General Rongtian, who will eventually be blessed."

"Chen Shuijun... please tell me, how can my, Li Zhuqiu's, fortune end?"

Chen Shuijun sensed the many divine auras around him and felt countless strange gazes falling on him, but his eyes remained calm, without the slightest fear.

He turned and looked at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian did the same, with one hand on the hilt of Yunchuan's long sword, his aura was fierce.

Even though he only had the cultivation level of the third level of the innate realm, he was not afraid at all when faced with the spiritual energy of so many Yuque monks.

"Because... the Li family's good fortune all comes from Yin Xi." Chen Shuijun finally answered, his long robe fluttering, making him look like an immortal from the mortal world.

“But later, you betrayed her, causing her to remain silent for eighteen years and also cutting off the Li family’s chances.

Therefore, Li Bodu obtained the opportunity of dragon vein but was unable to refine it.

Li Zhoubai joined the Yanglong Temple, but he regarded you as nothing.

Even your life, Li Zhuqiu, which was extended because of me and Yin Xi, has come to an end."

"Li Zhuqiu...don't you realize you're sick? Zhi'an...you go tell Lord Li what's wrong with him."

Chen Shuijun tells the story.

Chen Zhian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Li Zhuqiu carefully. When the mist in the void dissipated, he finally saw...

Li Zhuqiu's face was covered with pus sores, some of which had even broken and were oozing pus and blood, which covered his eyes and made him even more dizzy.

Long time ago...

In his trance, Chen Zhian had already seen the abscesses on Li Zhuqiu's face. At that time, he did not understand what they meant and thought he was seeing things.

"Master Li, don't you notice that there is something growing on your face?"

Chen Zhian frowned: "You are already terminally ill, dying, and even... this disease has blinded your eyes, and even blinded the entire Li Mansion...

You are the Minister of State, so why haven't you asked an imperial physician to take a look?"

Li Zhuqiu frowned and touched his face.

Chen Shuijun shook his head slightly and suddenly blew a breath.

As the breath passed, the clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the light of the stars and the moon, shining on his face.

In an instant, Lady Li, who was standing beside Li Zhuqiu, seemed to be frightened by something and took a few steps back.

At this time, Li Zhuqiu touched his cheek with his fingertips and felt it was uneven and there was even a fishy smell.

"What...is this?" Li Zhuqiu's breathing became heavier and his eyes were filled with fear.

(End of this chapter)