Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 203 To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself~~~
"Mr. Lin is joking."

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and her face was thin.

The master, wearing a thumb ring on his finger, raised his hand and picked up the purple clay teapot that was simmering over a small fire in front of him.

"We are involved in the appraisal and collection of antiques; it's a hobby."

“We don’t understand or can’t do anything like the distressed look you mentioned.”

Sitting in the chair, Lin Dao only responded with one sentence.

"I'll add money!"

"Speaking of which," the master put the teapot back and turned to greet Xiao Wang, "How many times have I told you? When distinguished guests come, we must treat them well. Go and get that bag of Baihao Yinzhen tea that costs 12,000 yuan per catty from the cabinet."

"Mr. Lin, I'm so sorry, the newly hired assistant is inexperienced and has been negligent."

Lin Dao smiled but didn't say anything.

The master put on a new purple clay teapot and poured in some fine tea that was said to cost over ten thousand yuan per kilogram.

Pour a cup of tea and place it in front of Lin Dao.

Lin Dao picked up the teacup, sniffed it, and nodded. "Good tea."

Setting down his teacup, Lin Dao said, "Such fine tea, I'd like to buy five catties."

"President Lin is very generous."

The master gave a thumbs up and asked, "Among antiques, what is Mr. Lin interested in?"

"Books and silk".

"Oh." The master nodded. "Ming and Qing dynasties?"

"Shang and Zhou Dynasties".

The master choked on his tea, "Shang, Shang and Zhou?"

"This era is too far back, it's extremely difficult~~~"

"This tea smells wonderful, give me ten catties."

The master put down his teacup, clasped his hands together, and said solemnly, “The Shang and Zhou dynasties mainly used oracle bone inscriptions and bronze inscriptions.”

"The carriers are usually tortoise shells, animal bones, and bronze utensils."

"These things~~~"

"No need for that trouble." Lin Dao simply waved his hand. "Bamboo slips will do, written in bronze script."

"Very well." A hint of regret flashed across the master's face. "What about the content?"

"Sunflower Collection."

The master froze, his expression one of astonishment.

"what?"

Jingkang Time and Space.

Emperor Huizong of Tang, Zhao Ji, stared intently at the stack of bamboo slips in front of him, which bore the marks of time, as if they were priceless treasures.

After many years of long-cherished wish, the day has finally come when our hopes are fulfilled!
At this moment, his heart was surging with turbulent emotions.

Burn incense, bathe, and pray devoutly.

The ten scrolls of bamboo slips were offered on the offering platform.

After performing the grand ceremony of three kowtows and nine prostrations, he solemnly crawled forward on his knees and picked up a scroll with both hands.

It slowly opened, and I stared wide-eyed.

I don't understand~~~
"That's right."

"The methods of cultivating immortality and seeking longevity should not be casually observed."

"Quickly, summon all the Hanlin scholars and scribes!"

Among the Hanlin scholars, many were appointed through connections to gain prestige.

However, there must be some who are truly capable, otherwise the work would be impossible to do.

Soon, someone recognized that the bamboo slips were inscribed with ancient bronze script.

Bronze script is not the script used by people from the Jin dynasty, but rather a script that was popular during the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

These are usually inscriptions on bronze ware, hence the name "bell and tripod inscriptions".

It was only after Qin Shi Huang standardized the written language that the system gradually declined.

"Quick, read it out!"

At this moment, Zhao Ji's mood was even more anxious and eager than that of an eighteen-year-old boy peeking out of the Water Curtain Cave for the first time; he was on the verge of going crazy.

The Hanlin scholar held the bamboo slips, carefully considering each word.

"Sunflower Manual"

Several Hanlin scholars standing nearby were puzzled, wondering, 'Could they be referring to winter melon?'

The flowers of the winter mallow are very small and inconspicuous.

"Kunlun Mountain ~ Jade Void Palace ~ Beneath the Throne of the Primordial Celestial Venerable ~"

"Jialong Mountain ~ Feiyun Cave ~"

"A disciple personally instructed by the Buddha Julusun~"

"The Biography of Tu Xingsun, the Earth Star Lord of the Five Star Lords"

At the beginning, Zhao Ji was filled with excitement.

The very first one is the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Void and Nature of the Jade Purity Sacred Realm, who is the highest deity among the Three Pure Ones!

Later, he fell into the state of Juliusun Buddha, which was not bad.

The Buddha is the Tao.

But in the end, how did he become Tu Xingsun?

This sense of loss is truly speechless.

"That's all."

Emperor Huizong calmed himself down and said, "Earth God is also from a prestigious family."

"The cultivation techniques he taught must be quite good."

The Hanlin Academician continued reading.

"To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself~~~"

The tone suddenly became high-pitched.

Everyone looked at the retired emperor with strange expressions.

Where did this cultivation technique come from? Is it from a demonic cultivator?
Stunned, Zhao Ji rubbed his ears in disbelief. "What did you say?"

"This...this~~~"

The Hanlin scholar was at a loss, and said softly, "That's how it's written."

"impossible!"

Zhao Ji stepped forward and snatched the bamboo slips away.

But he couldn't understand it.

In his anxiety, he decided to go and find the forest path.

He arrived at Maqian Street, familiar with the area, and told his entourage to wait in the alley.

He hurriedly entered the brothel.

Zhao Ji arrived at just the right time; Lin Dao was organizing weapons and ammunition, preparing to deliver gifts to the Jurchens later.

"It looks like it's going to rain, what are you doing here?"

"Teach me, Immortal Master~~~"

Without even glancing at Li Shishi, who was serving him water, Zhao Ji immediately bowed deeply.

This scene also left Li Shishi utterly astonished.

The emperor actually performed a grand salute to Xiang En Gong!
Lin Dao adjusted the gun in his hand and said.

Holding the bamboo slips in both hands, Zhao Ji was filled with fear and urgency.

"Immortal Master, this cultivation method actually requires self-castration first!"

"Ah~~" Li Shishi, who was standing to the side, covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise.

"So what?"

Lin Daohun didn't care, "The immortal techniques, once mastered, allow severed limbs to regenerate; it's nothing more than a trivial matter."

That's what they say.

'But what I'm worried about is, what if it can't be fixed?'

'Wouldn't that make me a eunuch?!'

Zhao Ji's mind raced with a thousand thoughts, when suddenly a brilliant idea struck him. "Immortal Master," he said, "I have heard that those who cultivate immortality possess magical artifacts and elixirs that can aid them in achieving great things."

Lin Dao's hand, which was inspecting the firearms, paused slightly.

He looked over in surprise, thinking, 'You've read fantasy novels too?'

To Zhao Ji, this reaction was undoubtedly solid evidence.

He hurriedly performed another grand ceremony.

"I beg the immortal master to bestow upon me magical artifacts and elixirs!"

"If this succeeds, I will never forget your immense kindness and gratitude!"

Lin Dao, however, didn't respond at all.

"No."

"If you don't want to cultivate, then return what you have."

After saying that, he ignored them, got up, packed his things into a large bag, slung it over his shoulder, and went to push his electric scooter.

Li Shishi hurriedly got into the RV, locked it from the inside, and peered out the window.

Zhao Ji immediately crawled forward on his knees and tried to pull Lin Dao's leg.

"I beg the immortal to help me~~~"

His response was a foot that was over 40 yards in size.

"roll!"

"I'll go get the manual tomorrow. If you don't want to learn it, fine."

In the afternoon, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Dejected, Zhao Ji returned to the palace and went to his bedchamber alone, lost in thought.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window.

The light and shadow intertwined, reflecting off his face, which still bore the shoe print.

I don’t know how long it took.

Emperor Huizong gritted his teeth and stood up.

He kept muttering to himself, as if he were hypnotizing himself and encouraging himself.

"Yes, I can do it! I'm sure I can!"

"On the day the mission is accomplished, the severed limbs will regenerate~~~"

He drew his imperial sword, his hair disheveled, and opened the palace doors like a madman.

Outside, there was lightning and thunder, and the rain was pouring down.

The palace maids and eunuchs standing outside all turned to look at them.

Suddenly, the retired emperor lifted his red robe.

Thunder roared and lightning flashed.

The sword rises and falls!

With one hand on the accelerator and the other holding an umbrella, Lin Dao slowly drove along the Imperial Street.

Knowing the way well, they headed straight for Nanxun Gate.

He was already very familiar with this road.

When passing by the former battlefield, they even stopped to take a look.

The spent cartridge cases were nowhere to be found.

This is understandable; metals were considered valuable in ancient times.

Even in the modern world, there is a recycling price.

In the middle of the Imperial Street, on the Imperial Road lined with fruit trees, the fruit trees that had been knocked down by the Hundred-Ton King were dragged away, and even more fruit trees were cut down and taken away.

I understand that too.

Fuel shortages are starting to appear in the city.

When the Jurchens sealed off the city, firewood and coal from outside couldn't get in. If they didn't cut down trees, they could only demolish houses.

As for the corpses of the people and horses abandoned by the Jin people, they all disappeared without a trace.

This is it~~~
"The city is already experiencing food shortages."

He had seen many such things in the Yonghe and Chongzhen eras.

When there's no food, even white meat is still meat!
Shaking his head, Lin Dao continued on his way.

We stopped the car only when we were about 100 meters outside the Nanxunmen barbican.

Upon seeing his attire of dark armor and white robe, the Jin soldiers on the city wall immediately shouted and ran around in all directions.

These armored men have been slaughtering Jin soldiers for several days, killing and wounding thousands.

For the Jin people, even if they captured a large city of the Song people, they might not have lost so many men and horses.

Even more terrifying are their endless stream of ruthless methods and their terrifying behemoths.

Upon seeing this murderous star appear, he immediately panicked.

Despite the heavy rain, the traces of the incendiary bombs that had burned the city walls were still faintly visible inside the fortified city.

Inside the city gate, a large number of stones were piled up, completely blocking the gate.

It goes without saying that this is used to block the 100-ton truck.

"A response very characteristic of our times."

Lin Dao, behind the mask, smiled. "If I brought a bulldozer, how would you deal with it?"

Bulldozers are a bit inconvenient; excavators would be better.

Dig away all these stones and debris.

He took out the grenade launcher and, amidst the shouts of the Jin soldiers on the city wall, fired eighteen fragmentation grenades in succession.

Chaos erupted on the city walls, and the surviving Jurchens fled into the distance.

Lin Dao held up his umbrella and rode his bicycle up the city wall along the horse path.

The city walls of Bianliang were continuously repaired and reinforced as early as the Tang Dynasty.

During the Song Dynasty, the outer city was expanded and the walls were repaired every year.

As a trunk with strong branches and weak limbs, the width of the city wall alone is several meters high.

"Ok?"

He climbed onto the city wall, parked his electric scooter, got off, and took out a tarpaulin to cover it.

Turning around, I saw hundreds of Jin soldiers pouring out of the city gate tower.

The first Jurchen soldier to emerge carried a bow. As soon as he stepped out into the rain, he fired a heavy arrow and then charged forward, brandishing his weapon.

The heavy arrow struck the scandium alloy armor in the forest, but it was just a loud thud.

Lin Dao opened his waterproof travel bag and pulled out a machine gun.

He held it with both hands and fired directly.

'Zzzzz~~~'

The scorching bullets pierced through the rain and swept over the Jin soldiers.

Blood splattered with rainwater, creating a striking sight.

Following Lin Dao's suggestion, the artisans of the Beggars' Army modified the ammunition belts.

Two ammunition belts, each carrying 200 rounds, were combined and modified into a belt carrying 400 rounds.

As for why it wasn't made longer, it's simply because Lin Dao dislikes various techniques and prefers dense, rapid attacks.

The barrel needs to be replaced after 400 rounds.

Before the ammunition belts were even used up, hundreds of golden statues had already filled the area in front of the city gate tower.

Confined to an area only a dozen meters wide, you can simply sweep back and forth.

From inside the city gate tower, faint sounds of fire could be heard.

Logically, Lin Dao should have gone over to check.

But he didn't move. Instead, he pointed his gun at the fallen Jin soldier and pulled the trigger.

The bullets struck the corpses, splattering blood.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he jumped up and lunged at Lin Dao.

"Trying to ambush me?"

"You're far from good enough!"

(End of this chapter)