Huangxiu

Chapter 22: Cutting the Pulse
He had lunch at noon and took a short nap.

Even with the Tianyuan Jue, my spirit can remain strong, but I still maintain the habit of taking a nap at noon to allow my body, mind and internal organs to rest and nourish.

Not to mention that he is only a congenital master now, even if he is a master or even a grand master, he is still a flesh and blood body and he still needs to follow the way of health preservation.

The body's instinctive power is the power of heaven and earth. Its nourishing effect on the body is stronger than that of true qi, and must be utilized well.

Even though they are all masters or grand masters, some have long lifespans and some have short lifespans. Innate factors account for eight points, while acquired cultivation accounts for two points.

After a short rest, when they were about to go to Tongtian Tower, Zou Fang brought a card, which turned out to be an invitation from the eighteenth prince Chu Mingxuan.

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at it and nodded.

He spent an entire afternoon flipping through books on writing in Tsutenkaku, imprinting all the ancient characters into his mind.

Although it is imprinted in our mind like it is burned into a hard drive, in order to fully digest it and integrate it into one, a ruminative thinking process is still required.

This process can be left to the subconscious mind, letting it work while you sleep. It takes time to process.

……

In the evening, he left Tongtian Pavilion in the afterglow of the setting sun, went back to the palace first, and when the lights came on, he came to the Eighteenth Prince's Palace under the protection of Zou Fang, Feng Xi and Guo Chi.

He was welcomed into the front yard by Chu Mingxuan, and saw Chu Zhiting and Chu Zhichuan sparring in the open space in front of the hall.

Chu Zhiting is tough, domineering and aggressive like fire, while Chu Zhichuan is elegant and agile, advancing and retreating like the wind. For a while, it is difficult to tell who is better between the two.

As soon as Chu Zhiyuan appeared, Chu Zhiting attacked fiercely while laughing, "Fourth brother, let's have a fight!"

Chu Mingxuan laughed and said, "Right, right, I haven't seen your fists and feet skills yet, Old Four. Don't use your true energy to bully others."

"it's not good?"

Chu Mingxuan laughed and said, "They both don't accept it!"

"Well, be careful!"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed, stepped between the two men, and lightly patted their chests with his palms.

His movements were incredibly fast and his palms were gentle.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two men flew upside down three feet into the air and crashed into a plum tree.

"Hiss..."

The two men rubbed their chests, their faces flushed red, and they tried to breathe but it was a hissing sound and they couldn't breathe.

Chu Zhiyuan watched with a smile but did not step forward to help.

Chu Mingxuan also looked at the two of them curiously.

Their faces turned purple and their throats made hissing sounds, but it looked like they were unable to breathe and were suffocating.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Stand upside down."

The two of them quickly kicked their feet up into the air and supported themselves on the ground with their hands.

"call--!"

The two men collapsed, exhaled, then turned over and stood up, looking at Chu Zhiyuan with lingering fear.

Their breathing has returned to normal.

"Fourth brother, what palm technique is that?" Chu Zhiting touched his chest and felt no pain, as if it was just an illusion.

It was obvious that he used clever strength, which was extremely skillful. He hit the right place and made the person unable to breathe. No matter how he used his internal energy, it was useless. It was very strange.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "The pulse-cutting hand."

"The pulse-cutting hand..."

After a moment's thought, the two nodded, remembering that this martial art was indeed on the shelf of martial arts manuals in the west hall.

They don't practice this pulse-cutting technique, so they don't think highly of it.

There are great limitations in the use of the Pulse-Cutting Technique, and it requires precise hitting of the acupoints. If the acupoints cannot be hit accurately, its power will not be exerted.

Acupoints exist on every person's body, but the locations of acupoints on each person are different, and there are almost no two acupoints that are exactly the same.

This slight difference will cause the pulse-cutting technique to fail to exert its full power.

Therefore, there are very few people who practice it.

Chu Zhiyuan practiced this martial art because of his super senses, which allowed him to accurately find the opponent's acupuncture points and thus defeat force with cleverness.

Chu Mingxuan exclaimed: "Is the pulse-cutting technique so powerful?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Uncle Eighteen, any martial arts collected in our Mingwu Hall are top-notch. Some of the ones stored in the lower levels just have shortcomings, not that they are not powerful."

Chu Mingxuan shook his head and said, "We should still focus on the Little Purple Yang Art. We cannot delay the practice of the Little Purple Yang Art."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

For other princes and princes, the Little Zi Yang Jue is the foundation. Spending more energy on practicing martial arts would be putting the cart before the horse, after all, they have the protection of the Grand Master.

He has super senses, lacks a sense of security, and has extraordinary talents, so he can focus on practicing some self-defense skills.

The four of them entered the front hall, and soon the table was filled with delicious food and a jar of fine wine.

The wine this time was also made from monster bone wine, but it was not as good as the last time. They chatted while drinking.

The three asked about his situation in the Ministry of Rites. After listening to Chu Zhiyuan's story, they shook their heads and felt that it was a waste of talent.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and did not refute, and talked about the King of England's arrival in Beijing.

"The entire Ministry of Rites is busy with this matter. We want Uncle Shi to have a grand occasion this time. This will not only demonstrate the justice of the court and its respect for reputation, but also show that our Chu family has successors, so as to win the hearts of the people."

Chu Zhiting couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, unable to suppress his pride.

Chu Zhichuan and Chu Mingxuan couldn't help but feel longing and yearning.

Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "Eighteenth Uncle, with the example of Tenth Uncle, no one else can stand out."

"...Alas, that's true." Chu Mingxuan was helpless: "Who can compare to Brother Ten's divine power and courage?"

As a prince, he is different from the other princes in that he is closer to the throne. It can even be said that he is only one step away and within reach.

Therefore, he could not be as focused on making achievements as the Crown Prince. In addition to making achievements, he also had to think about cultivating his reputation and fostering his fame in the army.

Although the prerequisite for succession is to be a grandmaster, if both are grandmasters, then it depends on their respective reputations. Of course, the most important thing is the emperor's choice.

"Uncle Eighteen, let's go to Zhenwu Division." Chu Zhichuan said, "The three of us will come together to control Zhenwu Division!"

Chu Mingxuan looked hesitant.

If he really entered the Zhenwu Division, it would almost mean giving up the throne.

Although he was still young and far away from the throne, what if? One could never predict what would happen and maybe he could really become a grandmaster.

As long as you become a grandmaster, you will have a chance to succeed to the throne.

If none of his older brothers can become grand masters, he can succeed to the throne.

Chu Zhiting nodded hurriedly: "Uncle Eighteen, you will be our immediate boss, and we will work together to achieve success!"

"...Let me think about it again." Chu Mingxuan finally hesitated and couldn't make up his mind.

Chu Zhiyuan changed the subject and talked about the envoy from Dazhen who came back with the King of England this time.

Chu Zhichuan snorted with a tense face: "Do you really want to marry Dazhen?"

Chu Zhiting frowned.

Chu Mingxuan sighed and said nothing.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's too early to talk about marriage now. It's just an intention and we need to negotiate many times."

There are too many things involved and too many interests at stake. It will inevitably go through many rounds of negotiation and it cannot be accomplished overnight.

He chatted with other colleagues in the Ministry of Rites, and according to them, it might take a year or two to get a final result.

Chu Zhichuan frowned: "If it's a marriage alliance, should I marry her or marry her back?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's hard to say. It depends on how the world changes. If we have no chance of winning the battle with the Mongols, I'm afraid we will have to marry the princess."

"It's so frustrating!" Chu Zhichuan gritted his teeth.

Chu Zhiting nodded vigorously.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If we can defeat the Mongols, then we can marry the princess... In short, everything depends on strength."

In this world where martial arts prevail, strength is respected, the strong prey on the weak, individuals also value morality, and the relations between countries are purely based on interests and strength.

The only blame is that Da Jing does not have the strength to fight two people alone and sweep across the four directions, which is almost impossible.

Unless there is a reform, it is impossible to change the country's strength in a short period of time.

From the current perspective, both Dajing and Dazhen are not capable. On the contrary, the new emperor of Dameng has ascended the throne and is full of vigor. It is hard to say whether he will carry out reforms to quickly improve the national strength.

He was affiliated with the Zongwu Division and had no access to intelligence and news of this level. The intelligence and news he saw were all from the various sects in the Dajing martial arts world.

Chu Mingxuan waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. It's not our turn to worry about such national affairs. We should just focus on practicing martial arts."

"That's right. It's not our turn to worry about it yet." Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "Uncle Eighteen, is there anything else in the cave of this sword?"

He patted the sword at his waist.

"...It seems there is a piece of broken jade, which breaks when touched, but has the secret of this sword been discovered?"

"I want to refer to it and see if I can find any clues."

"Row."

Chu Mingxuan turned around and took out an exquisite ebony box and handed it to Chu Zhiyuan. It was only the size of a palm, carved with dragon patterns, and was exquisite and delicate.

Chu Zhiyuan took it and opened it. There was a pile of broken jade pieces lying on the cotton wool inside.

The emerald green color was already tinged with blood.

"Thank you, Uncle Eighteen." Chu Zhiyuan closed the small ebony box and patted the scabbard on his waist: "This sword is really good. I want to find out which big shot it belongs to."

"Don't waste your time on it, Lao Si. It's just a sword after all. Practice hard and don't let us catch up with you!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, then put the ebony box away.

This is not just about a sword. If used properly, it is a special system of power. Even if it cannot be used, it can greatly promote the understanding of the mysteries of the world and the essence of martial arts, and is conducive to the comprehension and enlightenment of the master.

(End of this chapter)