I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 78: Holding the Whip to Beat the Aristocratic Family [Monthly Tickets Plus]

The reason why Prince Duanque invited Chen Zhian here today and even took out the divine longbow that had not been used for a long time was actually to help Chen Zhian, allowing him to take advantage of the divine longbow to sense the Niwan as soon as possible, build the Niwan Palace, and thus step into the realm of divine essence.

But I never thought that after just a few days of not seeing him, Chen Zhian had taken such a big step forward on the path of cultivation.

Even the well-informed Prince Duanque was genuinely surprised.

He had some doubts in his heart. What kind of natural treasures did Qu Junhui add to the barrier-breaking elixir when he was refining it? Since Qu Junhui had such precious medicine, why did he ask him for "Jingxuan Grass" and "Jianzhi Bug"?

Moreover, Prince Duanque is also a cultivator, so he naturally knows that if one's bones, foundation, and talent are not good enough, no matter what kind of elixir you take, it will be of no use, and the elixir may even become a fatal poison.

So at this moment, Chen Zhian grasped the longbow and shot another arrow. Prince Duanque stood behind Chen Zhian, but couldn't help rubbing his hands.

In less than three days, he built the Niwan Palace and gathered his divine essence, and his Zhenyuan realm had already reached the level of sword power...

"It's really a flawless piece of white jade." Prince Duanque smiled. "He has great talent and no one knows about it. He comes from Sunan Prefecture and has a clean background. He is not from an aristocratic family."

He thought so in his mind.

Chen Zhian also put down the longbow in his hand.

The two walked side by side.

Prince Duanque put his hands behind his back and pointed to Xiuba Mountain outside the city: "Have you ever been to the top of the mountain?"

Chen Zhian shook his head.

Prince Duanque said: "If you have time, you can go for a walk and climb to the top of Xiuba Mountain. The entire huge Xuantianjing is covered by clouds and mist. It looks magnificent and vast, but it seems to be right under your feet.

If you stretch out your hand, you can even clench it in a fist."

Chen Zhian didn't understand why Prince Duanque said this.

Prince Duanque said, "It's a pity that for most people, standing on a high place is nothing but a pipe dream. Many people are busy making a living and have no time to climb mountains.

Many of the wealthy families in Xuantianjing are busy enjoying themselves, climbing high, and competing with each other, and they cannot climb Xiuba Mountain. Sometimes, even if they want to climb the mountain, the higher-ups won’t allow them to, so naturally they can’t see the entire Xuantianjing.”

When the prince said this, he paused for a moment, then said something startling: "Chen Zhian, do you want to stand on a high place and take a good look at Xuantianjing?"

Chen Zhian had no idea what Prince Duanque was saying, he just listened carefully.

The prince smiled and said, "Dayu got six noble families and founded the country. The noble families in Huanglong, Hedong, Hebei, Maolin, Shandong and Shanxi responded in unison, making our country last for nearly 500 years.

But these four hundred and eighty years have passed in a hurry, and the aristocratic families of Dayu have gradually become too powerful to be controlled, and gradually become more and more outrageous. "

"It's time...if we don't give it a good beating, it will cause a big mess."

Chen Zhian listened silently.

"I'm telling you this because right now there's a great opportunity for you.

I know about the grievances and conflicts between you and the Li and Si families, but in the eyes of these two great families, you have not even stepped onto the stage of Xuantianjing, let alone compete with them.

You need...some power."

When Chen Zhian heard this, he couldn't help but think of what Chu Muye had said to him in Sunan Prefecture.

The prince continued, "The saint wants to make two whips to whip the noble families of the world. Chen Zhian, are you willing to give it a try? See if you can hold the smaller one!"

The whip that whips the world's noble families...

Chen Zhian bowed and said, "I would like to hear the details."

The two continued to move forward, and the prince said, "The saint has ordered the master craftsman Fan Shanzhong to forge two seals. One of them is named [Blue Dragon Mirror], which will be held by a monk of good fortune. He will monitor the Dayu family, observe the mountains and rivers, and the market, and see to what extent Dayu has been forced by these aristocratic families."

"And the other one is the Luwujian! It is held by a cultivator below the Jade Palace, and serves as the supervisor of Xuantian Capital, monitoring the noble families in the capital."

When Chen Zhian heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "Why is it that a cultivator below Yuque is in charge of Luwujian?"

The prince smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "The biggest reason is actually quite simple. In my Great Yu, cultivators above the Jade Palace, excluding the royal family, are basically from aristocratic families. Occasionally there are some commoners, but they are all taken in by aristocratic families with promises of generous gifts.

If the saint does not want to take Lu Wujian, but he ends up being a member of an aristocratic family, then the position of supervisor will be meaningless, and may even become a means for the aristocratic family to exclude dissidents. "

Chen Zhian immediately understood.

The emperor wanted to set up a position to crack down on the aristocratic families throughout the world.

The Yuque realm is basically monopolized by royal families, and there are no people with clean identities.

Below Yuque, when the time comes for competition, there will still be a few clean people, so it is not the case that such official positions can only be given to children of aristocratic families.

"So this is a confrontation between the imperial power and the power of the aristocratic families. The emperor wants to push out a person who looks like a powerful person holding a whip, but in fact, it's just a whip."

Chen Zhian immediately figured out the key point: "The emperor is even unwilling to let the royal family members come forward because he still has grudges and does not want to completely intensify the conflict between the royal family and the aristocratic families."

By learning from history, we can always see things more clearly.

It just so happened that Chen Zhian still had many memories of the past five thousand years in his mind that he could refer to all at once.

"But... for those below the Jade Palace, what use can they have even if they get the seal?"

Chen Zhian's mind was full of thoughts, and he asked again.

“The aristocratic families of Dayu are rampant, but the saints in Xuantianjing, or the entire Xuantian Palace, still have some power.

If the saint chooses you to take charge of the Luwu Mirror, it will be equivalent to the Jade Words of the Emperor... No matter who you are, you will be a little bit afraid!"

Prince Duanque put his hands behind his back and smiled: "Chen Zhian, I think you are quite suitable. Why don't you... go and fight for it? Go and hold this whip, stand on a high ground, and let the Li family and the Si family take a closer look."

As early as in Sunan Prefecture, Chu Muye had already mentioned this matter to him vaguely, wanting Chen Zhian to go to the capital with him and try to grasp the whip of power.

Today in Xuantianjing in the middle of summer, Prince Duanque mentioned this matter again.

Chen Zhian lowered his head and thought, remembering Li Fushu's words.

In Chen Zhian's eyes, the Li family and the Si family are indeed like giants. It would be too difficult to get anything done relying solely on Chen Zhian's power.

I don’t know where Chen Shuijun is now, what he is doing, and whether he can come back in September...

Everything is unknown, and now Chen Zhian already has some plans in mind, but those plans still have some uncertainty, and he doesn't know what the results will be.

"Hold the whip to beat the family..."

This sentence is also quite attractive to Chen Zhian.

Along the way, he met Zhou Xiujing, Si Hougui, Li Fushu, Chu Xiubai who killed innocent people to claim credit, and Wei Lingyu who called himself the God of Heaven!

These characters all come from aristocratic families.

"They must have never been whipped." Chen Zhian thought to himself.

Prince Duanque saw that Chen Zhian's expression had relaxed, so he continued, "There are many benefits to being in charge of Luwujian. From now on, you will be personally appointed by the sage, and you will be awarded honors and a fourth-rank official.

In addition, there is also a map of the gods! The god depicted in it is the legendary divine beast [Luwu] that patrols the capital for the Emperor of Heaven. Even on the Taoist divine monument, it is ranked 24th... This is also the second reason why the saint chose a person under the Jade Palace. Even the saint is unwilling to waste such a map of the gods, so it is given to the person who controls the Luwu mirror!"

When reaching the Yuque realm, one can reflect the divine image. The strength of the divine image determines the cultivator's combat power and whether the road ahead will be smooth or not... It is equivalent to a cultivator's second bone structure!

And this divine beast [Luwu] Tiantu is extremely precious.

Even Chen Zhian couldn't help but be moved.

"It's still early for the selection. Take your time to think about it. There's no need to rush." The prince smiled and said, "If you have something to do in the future, just come to the palace to find me. No need to inform me. You can come directly to my study in the courtyard." At this time, the two of them had been walking for a long time, until they crossed a hill. Chen Zhian's vision was no longer obstructed, and he actually saw a huge falcon landed on the grass more than 200 feet away.

The falcon was probably even bigger than an elephant, with shiny black feathers, and each feather was like a carefully forged sword. Its eyes were like gems burning with dark blue flames, and it looked incredibly ferocious.

But at this moment, the falcon's eyes were dull.

Because there is a feather arrow stuck in its head.

Chen Zhian remembered that Prince Duanque had just shot an arrow, which flew swiftly into the sky and disappeared, never to fall again.

And at this moment, this arrow shot down such a huge falcon without anyone knowing.

"Monster... dares to fly over Xuantianjing?" Prince Duanque said softly.

-

Chen Zhian returned to his mansion and practiced for four or five days in a row. Every day, in addition to controlling his divine energy to digest the medicinal power of the Five Zen Flower petals, he also used his divine energy to condense his true essence.

As the impurities in his true essence were continuously removed, Chen Zhian's true essence became increasingly white like jade and seemingly flawless.

Chen Zhian could clearly feel that as the degree of condensation continued to deepen, his true energy became thicker and stronger.

"The Six Paths of Divine Essence is equivalent to condensing the True Essence six times. Most practitioners with innate cultivation have condensed it seven times when they are at the Unpolished Jade Realm.

But if I cultivate a few more divine essences... wouldn't I be able to condense them a few more times, making my true essence even more flawless?"

With this idea in mind, Chen Zhian worked even harder to cultivate his spiritual energy.

He had just begun to practice the third level of the White Jade Cicada Shell, but with the help of the Purple Qi and Huangting in the Kaiyang Palace, he had already fully mastered the third level of the technique, making it possible for him to achieve twice the result with half the effort, without having to spend a lot of time studying the technique.

These days, Li Xushi from next door still eats with Chen Zhian.

However, what surprised Chen Zhian was that as a court painter, he did not have many errands to do during his stay in the imperial city for so many days. He had not even entered the palace during this period. This was really strange.

Chen Zhian, who wanted to enter the palace to investigate the unknown fate in the palace, couldn't help feeling puzzled.

So one day Chen Zhian met Eunuch Liu and asked him about it.

“Mr. Chen, you are indeed a court painter, but you are hanging under the Yufu Palace, which means you are equivalent to a person in the Yufu Palace.

If other masters want you to draw a picture, they have to ask Princess Linglong.

This is also the reason why Princess Shang Qiu sent those letters asking for paintings to you."

"Then why don't those big houses go and ask Princess Linglong directly?"

"That's the problem. Princess Linglong has not left Yufu Palace these days. When someone asked to see her, she just said she was closed to visitors, which left them with no way out."

Chen Zhian understood the reason and calmed down to continue his practice.

Two days later, Eunuch Liu came again and said, "Mr. Chen, I would like to trouble you to come to the palace. A nobleman wants you to paint a picture."

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows and was finally able to open for business.

"Which noble are you going to paint for? Has Princess Linglong agreed?"

"This noble person does not need Princess Linglong's consent. Even in Xuantian Palace, he is a person of extremely noble status. Mr. Chen must not offend the noble person... This noble person is usually quite strict."

"Eh? I wonder which distinguished person it is?"

"Mr. Chen is going to Mingyue Palace, which is the bedroom of the current imperial concubine."

-

Princess Linglong had indeed not left Yufu Palace for a long time.

To this day, she has stayed in the palace for more than ten days, and the palace is now filled with papers of all sizes.

There was a line of fragments written on each piece of paper.

Princess Linglong was already well-known for her poetry in Xuantianjing even before she got married. She was famous for her love of poetry and even promised a thousand gold coins to buy a poem about sweet-scented osmanthus.

But looking back over the past twenty-four years, no poem has ever fascinated Princess Linglong like this.

Even if the words "The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble face" were obtained by chance, it would not make the princess lose her appetite, but these few lines of fragments made the princess write carefully for more than ten days.

Write it over and over again.

Every time Princess Linglong wrote it, she felt a little more relaxed.

Every time she wrote, she felt the eternity of time and the brevity of life, and felt that life was fleeting. Even happiness was fleeting. So why complain every day? Why not be happy?

This is the case at this time.

Princess Linglong took the pen and wrote.

On the clear Luoshen paper, a few lines of poetry were clearly written. Princess Linglong wrote them down carefully and recited them again...

“Heaven and earth are the inns of all things. Time is the passer-by of a hundred generations.”

"And life is like a dream...how much joy can there be?"

She recited carefully, took a deep breath, put down the pen in her hand, and felt her mind open up a little more.

"The world is an inn, and generations are passers-by... The world is very big, and it is also small. How come such a phrase that describes the fragility of the world, generations, and human life is only being recited by a young painter like Chen Zhian now?"

"Why was there no movement at all before this? Even if we looked carefully, we couldn't find any traces?"

"Where on earth did Chen Zhian get this fragment of poetry?"

Princess Linglong, who had been suspicious after seeing Yun Xiang Yi Shang and Hua Xiang Rong, is now full of curiosity about Chen Zhian.

"Even... this Chen Zhian is actually Li Yinxi's son..."

Princess Linglong thought of the letter Princess Shang Qiu wrote to her, and when she thought of what was written in the letter, she could no longer suppress her curiosity.

"This Chen Zhian originally said that he had no more poems, but later he said that he had some... He is really not afraid that I will accuse him of deceiving his superiors, but if he has poems from previous generations, why would he hide them like this?
Could it be that he wrote this poem?"

"Ah... How can a young man write such magnificent words? I am just daydreaming."

Princess Linglong imagined a lot, but in the end she couldn't suppress her desire for such a beautiful poem, so she called the palace maid and said, "Order Chen Zhian to enter the palace."

The palace maid took the order and left. After a while, she hurried back to report.

Princess Linglong couldn't help but frowned: "Why did Jiang Longyue ask Chen Zhian to enter the palace? She has never liked paintings, and she doesn't want others to paint her portrait."

When she thought of this, another thought flashed through her mind, so she rubbed her eyebrows.

"I've been confused these past few days."

"Shang Qiu said in the letter that Jiang Longyue went to Cuiwei Palace to ask her about the poem about Yun Xiang Yi Shang and Hua Xiang Rong... She is obviously not good at poetry, but she is very jealous. I got a poem praising me, so she also wants one?"

Princess Linglong thought of this and Jiang Longyue's temper, and ordered: "Tell Shuyi to go to Mingyue Palace and tell her that I am waiting for Chen Zhian to paint..."

"Don't let Jiang Longyue hurt Chen Zhian."

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