Domineering

Chapter 6

Chu Xisheng had a nightmare.

In the dream, he was in front of a majestic mausoleum.

In front of the mausoleum is a huge white marble stele, about three feet high. On the stele, a line of large vermilion characters is like silver hooks drawn on iron, and the strokes are powerful and shocking.

That is [Daning Bawu King, the tomb of Anbei General Qin Muge]!
On both sides of the tombstone, a large group of men and women in ancient costumes in white mourning wailed and wept.

In the distance, there was a large group of white-clothed and white-armored soldiers with hemp on their heads, lined up from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, densely packed, like mountains and seas.

Only Chu Xisheng was wearing a red robe that ancient men wore when they got married, which was out of place with the surroundings.

For some reason, Chu Xi declared that he was still alive, but he couldn't move his body.

He was sent into a coffin by several burly and powerful men with bodies like iron towers.

On the right side of the coffin lies a female general.

She was wearing a mighty red gold battle armor, and her face was also covered by a layer of armor. She put her hands together in front of her abdomen, motionless and silent.

Chu Xi saw outside the coffin, a middle-aged man in his forties with a solemn expression, looking at him sadly.

But in the eyes of the middle-aged man, there was an infinite coldness, enough to freeze people's hearts.

—that seemed to be his cousin.

There is a group of dark figures behind the middle-aged people, they seem to be crying, but there are no tears in their eyes, but the corners of their lips are raised, as if they are snickering.

Chu Xisheng only felt that there was infinite anger and hatred in his chest.

He wants to get up, kill a mountain of corpses, and slaughter these wolf-hearted things.

But he still couldn't move, he could only watch helplessly as the heavy coffin boards rolled down.

At this moment, Chu Xisheng woke up suddenly.

He was panting, terrified, and his clothes were soaked through.

For three months, he would dream of this scene every few days, experiencing the indescribable despair in his dreams.

Chu Xisheng took a deep breath to calm down his mood.

He looked out of the window and found that the sky had turned pale, and there were bursts of bells ringing in the distance.

Chu Xisheng hurriedly changed into the disciple uniform he received yesterday.

He walked out of the room and saw Chu Yunyun washing under the eaves.

The girl also changed her clothes. The tight-fitting student uniform outlined her figure particularly strikingly. With a slender waist, tall legs and long legs, plus that face, every detail was in line with Chu Xisheng's aesthetics.

Under the morning light, the girl was so beautiful.

Chu Xisheng was slightly absent-minded, with surprise in his eyes: "Your Majesty is in a good mood today, is there any happy event?"

Chu Yunyun was brushing her teeth, she bit the willow branch and looked back in astonishment, her voice was vague: "How do you know I'm in a good mood?"

"It can be seen."

Chu Xisheng took a pole from the corner next to it, and walked over: "You used to frown every morning when you woke up with a lot of preoccupations, but today is different, your brows are wider."

Chu Yunyun touched the center of her brow, and then burst out laughing.

Maybe after three months of busy work, I finally saw a glimmer of hope.

This guy is quite careful.

Just as Chu Yunyun was thinking like this, she saw Chu Xisheng hand over the shoulder pole in her hand: "Go and fetch two loads of water for me after you wash up, I want to take a bath."

If there is any shortcoming of this utility yard, it is that there is no well in the yard.

Fortunately, there is Chu Yunyun.

Even though this woman doesn't have the talent to do housework, and she looks sick on her face, but her body is still there, and she is a good hand at manual labor.

She occasionally breaks some poles, barrels and the like.But in the ancient world, the price of wooden products was far lower than that of ceramics, clothing and iron.

Chu Yunyun's cheeks were bulging, but she still took the pole, went outside the courtyard and brought back two buckets of water.

When she put down the bucket, she remembered something: "By the way, when you go to the cafeteria for breakfast, remember to give the grandmother who cooks a tael of magic silver and ask her to prepare water for you for two days."

When Chu Xisheng heard that he was going to take a tael of magic silver, he couldn't help but twitch.

Drinking water for two days is just too expensive, isn't it?
Buying a steamed bun outside is only three Wen. Can he go outside to buy it?

Chu Yunyun guessed what Chu Xisheng was thinking just by looking at Chu Xisheng's expression. The corners of her lips raised slightly: "You will know when the time comes."

Chu Xisheng put down the willow branch for brushing his teeth, and looked at Chu Yunyun on the opposite side thoughtfully: "I actually want to know why you are so familiar with Zhengyang Martial Arts? After the legendary Anbei General Qin Muge inherited his father's position, He has always been in the army, and he never joined any Immortal Martial Sect, nor has he ever been to Xiushui City."

The so-called Overlord of the Great Ning, Qin Muge, the great general of Anbei, is the cheap sister in front of him.

She was originally 28 years old, according to modern terms, she is an older leftover woman.

But after the two came back to life, Chu Yunyun's face and figure somehow returned to 14 years old.

"Where are the rumors in the rivers and lakes enough to believe?" Chu Yunyun laughed dumbly, with a look of reminiscence in her eyes: "I joined the army at the age of 16. Before inheriting the Tieshan Qin family, I changed my name and surname to worship Wuxiang Shenzong, but later my identity was exposed. , was stripped of his direct inheritance status."

Chu Xi was relieved when she heard the words.

This can explain why Chu Yunyun insisted on coming to Xiushui County when the two of them escaped from the tomb.

The two quickly washed up and came to the big school field in the east courtyard of the Wuguan to participate in morning exercises.

There are 800 disciples of the inner and outer sects in the east courtyard.

They exhaled and breathed against the rising sun together, absorbing the pure yang power after the rising sun into their bodies and turning them into true essence.

This is Yangyuan Gong, absorbing the power of pure yang, and nourishing one's own essence.

Chu Xisheng ate one of the 'Peiyuan Pills' rewarded by the owner Lei Yuan before he began to breathe.

Facing the sun, Chu Xisheng felt pain all over his body, as if thousands of steel needles had been inserted into his body.

His face was twisted, but he couldn't bear it.

He crawled out of the tomb, returned from death to life, with all limbs and bones, all internal organs were corroded by yin force, so he was extra afraid of domineering yang fire.

However, he had to practice this Yuan Yang Kung Fu. Only the power of Yuan Yang could improve his physique and resist Yin Poison and Cold Evil.

Apart from taking 'Yang He San', this is the only way to prolong his life.

However, Chu Xisheng was quite satisfied with the effect of Peiyuan Pill.

After refining this elixir, it is indeed equivalent to the effect of ten days of practice, allowing him to add ten days of real energy.

When they vomited until the beginning of the morning, they felt extremely hot all over their bodies.

This is because the intensity of the sunlight exceeds their tolerance limit.

Except for the inner disciples in the martial arts hall who practiced against the rising sun, the outer disciples all stopped breathing and practiced martial arts under the supervision of the instructor.

They are divided into categories, some practice swords, some practice knives, and some dance spears and clubs.

Among them, there are more than [-] people who practice the wind chasing knife.

Chu Xisheng still insisted, until at the second quarter of the hour, his whole body began to emit green smoke, and then he stopped breathing, walked to the last row of inner disciples, and practiced swords with everyone.

His wind chasing knife has not yet been fully learned, and most of the time it is just a show, but the martial artist who supervised him saw him, but instead of reprimanding him, he showed a kind smile to him, showing admiration in his eyes.

In the early morning of yesterday morning, the news that a disciple from the outer sect who hadn't learned all the wind chasing swords cut Longsheng and stepped on the face of Shao Lingshan, the instructor of the West Academy, had already been spread in the martial arts hall.

The East and West Houses had always been at odds with each other, so they liked Chu Xisheng very much.

When Chu Xisheng finished his morning exercises, he was out of breath and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

This made him think of the 'virtual training' in the treasure house of martial arts again.

It doesn't work if you don't practice your knife skills.

Chu Xisheng needs time to practice Yuan Gong and accumulate true Yuan.

It also takes a lot of practice to integrate those knife styles into one's own flesh and bones, and turn them into one's own instinct.

But with his current appearance, it would kill him to cultivate his energy for half an hour a day and practice his sword for an hour.

Only the 'virtual training' in the treasure house can help him solve this problem.

The problem is that one martial arts point can only be exchanged for ten days of practice time, and Chu Xisheng feels that it is not worthwhile.

These martial arts points came in a muddle.

Before Chu Xisheng mastered the method of obtaining martial arts points, he cherished them extra.

Just when Chu Xisheng was struggling, he felt his hand being grabbed.

It was Chu Yunyun, holding him and running wildly forward.

Chu Xisheng was puzzled at first, but then he understood.

He saw the disciples who had finished their morning exercises, like a surging crowd, scrambling to be the first to run forward.

Everyone's goal is the building called 'Canteen' not far away.

Chu Xisheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He never thought that ten years after graduating from high school, he would experience this kind of life in the cafeteria again.

If Chu Yunyun runs with all her strength, her speed will naturally far surpass those inner and outer disciples who have no cultivation base.

But she was restrained and only ran in the middle of the crowd.

When it was the brother and sister's turn to eat, there were not many really delicious things left in the cafeteria.

Chu Xisheng followed the instructions and handed over a tael of magic silver to the grandmother who was cooking.

Grandma smiled, not only added a Roujiamo to his bowl, but also handed him a package.

On the outside of the package was the four characters 'Zhengyang Canteen'. Inside was a bag of water, sixteen meat buns, two roasted duck legs, and a small bag of pickled mustard, which could last him for two days.

Chu Xisheng found that he was far from the only one who did this.

Many new disciples are quietly giving grandma money.

There must be a reason for this.

After breakfast, he and Chu Yunyun separated.

Chu Yunyun is a student of the martial arts academy, and usually learns talisman spells in the Taoist temple on the north side of the martial arts hall.

Chu Xisheng and a group of new disciples were led by several martial artists to a huge stone building in the center of the martial arts hall.

This stone building is fifty feet wide, seventy feet long, and has twelve floors, each floor is more than two feet high, with a simple shape and a magnificent momentum.

Above the gate, there are three big gold-plated characters of "Zangjinglou".

Ye Zhiqiu, the head coach of the East Campus, is already waiting here.

She stood on the steps with her hands behind her back, looking down at the more than 100 new disciples in the audience.

"This is the Martial Dao Palace that countless warriors in Xiushui County have dreamed of. It not only contains the complete ten arts of Wuxiang Shenzong, but also contains everything. There are a total of [-] martial arts classics below the sixth grade, as well as countless ancient totems. with visualization.

According to the rules of our martial arts school, no matter who enters or exits the Sutra Library, he has to pay ten taels of magic silver!The inner disciples of the martial arts hall need to pay 30 taels of magic silver if they stay inside for a day.

However, the patriarch of our Wuxiang Shenzong once established a school rule that all inner disciples of all martial arts schools under the Shenzong can participate in the study for free for two days at the beginning of their entry.

So you must not waste this opportunity. You can write down as many of the ten arts as well as those martial arts classics. If you don’t understand anything, you can come out and ask the teacher for advice. "

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu made another move to the side, and a large group of martial arts teachers came over.

"In order to prevent damage to the books in the building, after you enter, you need to hand over all prohibited items, including weapons, hidden weapons, fire pockets, flints, especially things that start fire. No open flames can be used in the building. Anything inside is safe. It’s worth thousands of taels of magic silver, and you won’t even be able to pay for it if you go bankrupt!”

When Ye Zhiqiu's voice fell, the swords, axes, short spears, darts, locust stones, plum blossom needles, crossbow arrows, throwing arrows, fire folds, and flints all fell to the ground, making a "clang clang" sound.

Someone actually took out a small mace.

What Ye Zhiqiu said next surprised Chu Xisheng.

"In order to prevent you from hiding ironware and carrying grease, everyone is not allowed to bring purchased food and water bags. The martial arts school has prepared water for you. A steamed bun is [-] yuan a piece, a meat bun is [-] yuan, and a meat bun is [-] yuan. Five hundred cash for the water bag."

Chu Xisheng turned his head and looked at the corner Ye Zhiqiu was pointing at.

There were twenty or so young and middle-aged men dressed as chefs, guarding dozens of large baskets, and smiling at them with an unusually kind expression.

Those baskets were full of steamed buns, meat buns, meat buns and water bags.

Chu Xisheng couldn't help but let out a 'huh', thinking that these people in the martial arts hall are really good at making money.

He touched the bag he was carrying again, and felt that the grandma in the cafeteria was still very conscientious.

(End of this chapter)