Chapter 37: My heart is hard to understand and no one knows
"Your Majesty, since you are the daughter of that woman, it is not impossible for you to refine the life-extending elixir." The man in white bowed and said.
The person sitting there didn't say anything when he heard this, but just held his chin with his hand, as if he was deep in thought.
"She's actually that woman's daughter? Didn't that woman use her blood as a sacrifice to curse Your Majesty, causing His Majesty's current condition? How is she still alive?" A charming woman walked out of the darkness, kneeling on one knee and bowing to the person sitting. "How about I capture her and present her to Your Majesty, either killing her or cutting her into pieces, to appease His Majesty's anger?"
"No!" The man in white quickly stopped them. "Not to mention that the Yuanqing Sect has a mountain defense formation that prevents us demons from entering, the fact that the girl can refine the life-extending elixir alone means we can't do anything to her."
"Then kidnap her and make pills for you every day. If she doesn't obey, she can also entertain me on weekdays." The charming woman fiddled with the dagger in her hand, which was intriguing.
“No!”
The man in white spoke out to stop her again, and the charming woman couldn't help but feel depressed.
"This is not allowed, and that is not allowed. Could it be that you have other thoughts about her?" The woman said this with a provocative look on her face.
"I'm different from you. Not everything can be used as a plaything." The man in white scornfully glanced at the enchanting woman, then turned and bowed, cupping his fists as he addressed the seated figure. "Back then, that woman did use this woman as a sacrifice to harm Your Majesty, yet now, I don't know why she's still alive. Furthermore, according to my investigation, that woman passed away sometime later. In my humble opinion, it's better for us to wait a while."
Upon hearing this, the person sitting on the seat moved slightly, and after a moment he waved his hand downwards, and the man in white bent his body and disappeared.
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After a few days, 70% to 80% of the snow on the mountain melted, leaving only a small amount. As if reluctant to leave the world, they huddled together and fought stubbornly.
After a snowfall, the mountains seemed to have been washed clean, becoming moist everywhere, and even the streams became turbulent.
This snowfall delayed many days of training, but Han Yang from the Hufeng Hall informed the outer disciples that the martial arts performance at the end of the month would be held as scheduled.
Many disciples complained upon hearing this. The mountains had been closed to snow for a while, so classes hadn't started. They'd been so busy enjoying themselves that they'd completely forgotten about cultivation. But this was the decision made by the sect leader and the elders, so no one could do anything about it except intensify their training.
Of course, just as there are those who are free and easy, there are also those who work hard in secret.
Cheng Xi remained calm about this.
The first martial arts performance had a great impact on him. When he thought about the previous incident in the kitchen, he felt that there was a huge gap between himself and others.
Even when the mountain was closed, he never slacked off and continued to meditate and practice martial arts every day to comprehend the truth.
Since childhood, his master at the escort agency had taught him a lesson: living in turbulent times, the world is treacherous, life is like a chess game, and life is like an ant. If one fails to exercise strict self-discipline and strive for progress in life, even survival is a luxury.
Therefore, in his life, he hated those who took advantage of the situation the most. So when someone spread the rumor that Zhao Wuyang was taking advantage of the situation, he took it seriously and looked down on him.
Such hard work has won the favor of Master Zhaoming.
Although everyone is still just outer disciples now, the elders have already started to keep an eye on those who can be trained. They come to the courtyard from time to time to observe. If someone suits their taste, they may directly accept him/her into their fold after promoting him/her to the inner sect, just like what happened to Zhenren Qianyuan that day.
Of course, the disciples were unaware of this.
Only those who practice sincerely can have this honor.
Or perhaps, this person is indeed an unprecedented chosen one.
But the spiritual energy in this world is so thin now that spiritual roots are deficient. How can there be any so-called geniuses?
But it's hard work.
A diligent person will have two successes if he has one.
Ever since Long Qi received the Manual of the Coiling Dragon Sword, he has been studying it diligently, and he memorized most of it in just four or five days.
Perhaps it was because of the Seven Star Dragon Abyss, when he performed the sword moves, it was as if he was being led by the sword, and he was always able to use the sword moves fluently.
But even so, the sword moves that followed always felt somewhat powerless for some reason.
Long Qi thought that it was probably because his cultivation was not high enough that he could not unleash its power, or it was because he did not understand the Dao well enough that he could not comprehend its mysteries.
Seeing Long Qi like this, Liu Xia naturally didn't want to fall behind, but he was only in the process of strengthening his body and couldn't practice magic.
He himself is well aware of this.
But compared to Long Qi, his own advantages are also obvious: when it comes to swordsmanship, he is the most proficient among the four. After all, he has been practicing at home since he was a child, so naturally he is difficult for others to match.
Therefore, while studying the "Guiyuan Sutra" with Zhao Wuyang, he also did not neglect his swordsmanship practice.
Relatively speaking, Zhao Wuyang had no special talents and only started to practice swordsmanship after he had mastered the basics.
Perhaps because he was still young, his comprehension of the "Gui Yuan Jing" mostly needed explanations, and he was still confused about the control of the qi channels in his body.
However, the influence is mutual. With Long Qi taking the lead and Liu Xia accompanying him, and Zhao Wuyang himself being willing to practice, his grades will naturally not be too bad.
But Xinyi seemed a little absent-minded.
Ever since I came back from the kitchen on Winter Festival, I have been distracted and would stare out the window in a daze from time to time.
This is also true when practicing sword.
Although Xinyi's swordsmanship was far inferior to Liu Xia's, he had never had his sword knocked down in previous sword duels, and he always held it tightly without letting go.
Just now, when the two men were facing each other with swords, Liu Xia knocked the soft sword out of his hand with a lifting move, and it stuck straight into the crack of the bricks, making a buzzing sound.
Logically speaking, Xinyi is the one with the highest cultivation among the four, and Long Qi has never doubted this.
The time when the kitchen staff had a conflict with Cheng Qi, he didn't even see how Xin Yi attacked, which shows how good his kung fu is.
On the day of the martial arts performance, the two men fought with swords. Although their fight was so messed up that it was laughable, and he was stopped by Master Fuyin halfway through, he still used all his strength, but Xinyi was able to take every blow without changing his expression, which showed that his cultivation was definitely higher than his.
Maybe he was just like him, not very good at using the soft sword, so he fought like that, but he would definitely not be defeated by Liu Xia.
This person is not talkative, and it is abnormal for him to be so distracted.
When Xinyi saw her sword being knocked down, she was stunned for a moment, then she went back to the house and sat by the window, as if she was thinking about something again, leaving the three of them looking at each other in bewilderment in the backyard.
"Cough!" Liu Xia coughed lightly to cover up, breaking the awkward situation.
"What's wrong with him these days? Why is he so absent-minded?"
Long Qi looked puzzled by the question and just shook his head to show that he didn't know.
"Did he get sick from eating dumplings that day?" Zhao Wuyang looked into the house with concern.
"Don't be silly. I've only heard of people getting sick from eating meat-filled dumplings. How could someone get sick from eating grass or fungi? Besides, if he had a stomachache, why didn't he go to the west room?" Long Qi carried Long Yuan back on his back and then turned to look into the house.
"But he's been like this since the afternoon of Winter Festival. Could it be that the mushrooms that day were poisonous?"
"That shouldn't be the case," Liu Xia quietly crawled under the window and watched, "I also ate winter melon stuffing that day, and I'm fine now."
Seeing him like this, Long Qi and Zhao Wuyang also followed suit and squatted at the window to look at Xin Yi who was in a daze in the room.
"Are you missing home? Are you worried about your wife, children and the elderly?" Zhao Wuyang asked in a low voice while leaning against the window.
Hearing this, Long Qi rolled his eyes. Xinyi had already said that her family had suffered misfortune since she was young, so where did she get a wife and children?
There is no such thing as a fool like Wuyang who has no memory.
But now it seems that the dumplings on Winter Festival must have brought back his childhood memories.
Long Qi thought about it, and suddenly understood.
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