I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 80 Mr. Si, you must take good care of my knife!

This is a white leaf, crystal clear and translucent.

The leaves are slender in shape, like the eyebrows of a beautiful woman, or like a crescent moon. The edges are serrated, but regular and fine, just like a carefully carved work of art.

The veins on the leaves are clearly visible, winding and intertwining.

Chen Zhian knew that this was a treasure.

After all, the last time Mingjing Tower activated its brilliance, he saw the acquired energy on Tiger Hill. This acquired energy was of great help to Chen Zhian and greatly shortened the time he spent practicing.

This leaf looks very extraordinary, but Chen Zhian doesn't know how to use it.

He lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly remembered Li Xushi.

It was evening now, and Li Xushi would probably come over for dinner, so Chen Zhian thought it would be a good opportunity to ask him.

It’s not that Chen Zhian trusts others credulously, but through spending these few days together, Chen Zhian always feels that Li Xushi is a good boy.

That's right.

Even though Li Xushi was a Xuanmen disciple who had reflected the divine appearance and entered the Yuque realm, Chen Zhian always felt that Li Xushi was not very old mentally. It was probably because he had always lived in the isolated Laojian Mountain and had never met the general public.

Because of this, Li Xushi treated people sincerely, answered every question, and solved many of Chen Zhian's doubts, making Chen Zhian feel from the bottom of his heart that Li Xushi really had a pure heart.

not to mention……

Li Xushi is a disciple of Laojianshan, the fourth-ranked Xuanmen sect in the world. Considering his cultivation level, Chen Zhian feels that the treasures he regards as treasures may not be a big deal in Li Xushi's eyes.

He made up his mind, and waited until someone brought him food, then he went to the backyard and knocked gently on the wall.

Soon, Li Xushi stuck his head out and grinned at Chen Zhian.

"Life in Xuantianjing is really boring. I want to go out for a walk, but I'm afraid of encountering the beast cave that Senior Brother mentioned, which would ruin my cultivation."

While eating, Li Xushi had a sad face. He was really bored of staying in the imperial city all day long. However, there was still some time before the court ceremony. He felt that such a prosperous Xuantian Capital was actually not as good as the sparsely populated Laojian Mountain.

"Are there caves with ferocious beasts in Xuantian Capital?" Chen Zhian couldn't help but wonder.

"My senior brother said so." Li Xushi said, "It is said that the beasts in the cave are beautiful and ferocious, and can easily devour human bone marrow. If a young man like me is infected by the monsters in the cave, my Taoism will be ruined."

Chen Zhian tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered a poem.

The body of a beautiful girl in her twenties is as soft as butter. She carries a sword at her waist to kill foolish men. Although you don't see their heads fall off, their bones will dry up in secret.

If what he thought was correct, the so-called beast caves were probably those red-sleeved pavilions.

After thinking this through, Chen Zhian couldn't help but smile and said to Li Xushi, "It's okay. I'll take you out for a walk some other day."

Li Xushi suddenly became happy.

Chen Zhian took out the leaf again and asked Li Xushi to help take a look at it.

Li Xushi took the leaf and looked at it carefully, and suddenly exclaimed: "It turned out to be a magical treasure."

Chen Zhian asked carefully: "What is Lingbao?"

"For example, the clothes you are wearing." Li Xushi said: "Most of the treasures in the world come from Xuanmen, and are called Xuanmen treasures. There are also some people in some aristocratic families who know how to refine treasures."

"This precious robe of yours must have come from a certain Xuanmen sect. It is used to protect the body, but its grade is not high. It is just an ordinary treasure.

But this leaf may look ordinary, but deep inside it is filled with spiritual energy. Once the spiritual energy moves, the power of this spiritual treasure will be stimulated, and you will know its extraordinaryness. "

Li Xushi stroked the veins on the leaf with his fingertips and said, "And it's not an ordinary spiritual treasure. I'm afraid it's of a higher grade, at least a third-grade spiritual treasure."

"A third-grade spiritual treasure, is that considered good?"

"There are only three grades of spiritual treasures, but there are still some spiritual treasures that are not of the same grade. A third-grade spiritual treasure should be considered good." Li Xushi handed the leaf to Chen Zhian and said, "Brother, when you inject your true essence, you must also use your divine essence to control it. Your true essence flows through the veins of this leaf."

Chen Zhian took the leaf, injected his true energy into it according to Li Xushi's instructions, and let the true energy flow through the veins of the leaf.

In an instant, Chen Zhian felt a strange breath flowing through the leaf, and his spiritual energy was connected with the leaf.

Edict...

A slight sound was heard, and the leaf in front of him suddenly grew larger, becoming the size of a small boat for crossing the river.

Chen Zhian was greatly surprised.

Li Xushi, who was standing by, could not help but be surprised: "I was wrong, this spiritual treasure is probably at least second-grade, or even very likely first-grade.

Even if it is placed in the Xuanmen, it is probably very precious. "

"What's the use of this treasure?" Chen Zhian connected his mind to the leaves, made a quick guess, and suddenly jumped onto the leaf.

He just moved his spirit and the leaf flew forward.

Can fly!

Chen Zhian's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of smiles.

The opportunity seen in Mingjing Tower is indeed extraordinary.

Chen Zhian intended to use his divine power to control this treasure, fly straight up to the sky, and take a look at the vast Xuantianjing.

But suddenly he remembered that a few days ago, Prince Duanque shot down a passing falcon in the sky with an arrow, and he immediately gave up the idea.

It is not a good idea to fly over Xuan Tianjing casually.

Li Xushi reminded him at this time: "Brother, spiritual treasures are different from ordinary weapons, and they cannot be used immediately after they are obtained.

You need to make this magic treasure compatible with your spiritual essence more often and remember the complex veins of this magic treasure clearly, so that you can use it as you wish. Otherwise, even if this magic treasure can fly, I am afraid it will not fly high or fast. "

“If it is really a first-grade spiritual treasure, when you reach the innate level of cultivation, you will be able to unleash its full speed. I am afraid it will fly faster than those real famous horses.

Even with your current cultivation level and true energy, you can be as fast as a swift in the sky and fly a thousand miles before your true energy is exhausted. Now do you know how precious this spiritual treasure is?

Many Xiantian monks also hope to get one."

Li Xushi’s patient guidance made Chen Zhian feel happier.

The young sword master of Old Sword Mountain continued, "Spiritual treasures do not need to be sacrificed and refined. If they reach the level of supreme treasures, they still need to be carefully sacrificed and refined with true essence and divine essence."

He said a lot, and Chen Zhian wrote it all down before taking back the leaf.

"This magical treasure is a leaf, shaped like a crescent moon. When it is opened, it looks like a boat for crossing a river. So why not call it the Moon Leaf Boat?"

Chen Zhian put Yue Yezhou into the Chenglu Ring, and was curious about the grade of the Chenglu Ring.

A few more days passed. During these days, in addition to training his true essence and concentrating his spiritual energy every day, Chen Zhian also went to the grassland that Prince Duanque had taken him to before.

He even took Li Xushi there twice so that he wouldn't be so bored.

On this day in the grassland, Chen Zhian was practicing the Tiger Fist with great force.

It looks like a tiger, with tangled muscles, and every move it makes is full of murderous intent!
The reason why he came to this grassland to practice was that the backyard was too cramped, with many landscaped rockeries, pavilions, and flowing water. It was fine for him to sit cross-legged to train his true essence, condense his spiritual energy, and digest the medicinal power of the Five Zen Flowers. But if he really wanted to practice, the space was too limited.

So Chen Zhian thought of this grassland.

This grassland was the property of Prince Duanque. He had come here once in Prince Duanque's carriage and even chatted with Prince Duanque for a long time. Coach Sun, who was in charge of the grassland business, naturally remembered it.

Chen Zhian came to the grassland to practice, and if he hadn't insisted, Coach Sun Zhian would not even be willing to take his money.

He was practicing in the playground, but someone was watching him from a distant hill.

Si Yao frowned, rode on a tall horse, and looked at Chen Zhian from afar.

"Ms. Si, do you know that person?"

There were others riding horses with Si Yao. Those people were dressed in gorgeous clothes. The horses they rode were all majestic and had smooth lines. Each one looked like a masterpiece of calligraphy carefully drawn by a craftsman, completed in one go from neck to tail.

Especially the horses under Si Yao's command, whose coat color is as pure as snow, without a speck of dust, just like the auspicious snow that falls at the beginning of winter.

It must be a very famous horse.

The person who questioned Si Yao at this time was the young master of Yuanma Temple, whose surname was Wu and name was Sheng.

Today he specially set up a plan to come to this pasture to ride his horse.

Si Yao shook his head: "I know the man's name, but I didn't know he was a cultivator, and I am quite familiar with the boxing style he practices."

Another young master from General Jinche's family heard this and looked over, shook his head and laughed, "It turned out to be Tiger Fist."

Wu Sheng understood immediately.

Tiger-Baoquan is a style of boxing that was created by Si Yao's father, the current General Rongtian, when he was killing Foguan and promoted in the army.

Now, if someone were practicing the Tiger Fist in the playground, it would naturally attract Si Yao's attention.

"Who is this person? Since Miss Si Yao could remember his name, he must be a young talent, but I have never heard of his name." Wu Sheng asked again.

"You may have heard of this man's name. He is the young painter Chen Zhian who has been very popular in Beijing these days."

Si Yao frowned and said, "My old lady wanted to ask him to paint for me. I went to see him several times but was not able to enter his courtyard."

"Chen Zhian? The one who wrote poems for Lady Longyue?" Another young lady beside him said in surprise, "I've heard of his name before, but I didn't know that Chen Zhian is so young. He looks about 17 or 18 years old."

Wu Sheng frowned and said, "He is just a painter. Why did the Si family refuse to see him even though they invited him? What is the origin of this Chen Zhian?"

The young master of General Jinche's family laughed and said, "Since he is a painter, he should not have any background. Although the Tiger Fist is exquisite, it is ultimately a method of physical training in the army. Chen Zhian is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is still practicing the Tiger Fist."

Si Yao suddenly shook his head: "You only see its shape, but not its inside.

What Chen Zhian practiced was not just the Tiger Fist. He used the Tiger Fist to stimulate the blood and energy and flow of true essence to practice a mysterious body-refining technique.

Moreover, Chen Zhian’s attainment in the profound body-refining technique must be quite strong.”

"Hmm?" Si Yao had a high level of cultivation, and when she spoke like this, everyone looked at her carefully and immediately figured out something.

Chen Zhian's eyes were sparkling and he looked weak, but when he practiced boxing he was very strong and powerful, his tendons were taut, and the bulges of flesh and blood under his robe did not tremble at all despite his vigorous movements.

He punched with a sound like thunder, his feet firmly locked on the ground, and every step he took seemed to be as powerful as thunder, but he did not even step on the grass.

"Indeed." The young master of General Jinche's family could not help but exclaimed: "I am shortsighted. This person's control over his own flesh and blood body is already extraordinary.

It's just that his body is strong, but his true essence has never been revealed. I can't tell what level this person has reached."

Seeing so much attention paid to a painter who practiced boxing, Wu Sheng smiled and said, "It is fate that we meet in this grassland in West City today. I would like to make some friends with him. Perhaps this young painter would be willing to draw a picture for me?"

Si Yao frowned immediately.

She knew Wu Sheng's personality, and she also knew that Wu Sheng invited her here today and even let her ride the famous horse Jianshui to reveal his feelings to her.

Now Wu Sheng probably wants to ask Chen Zhian to paint for him.

It’s just…the son of an aristocratic family is used to being domineering. What methods can he use against a young painter with no background?
It's nothing more than intimidation and coercion.

Si Yao was about to stop Wu Sheng who was holding the reins when suddenly someone on horseback came from a distance.

"It's Brother Hou Gui." Wu Sheng smiled.

He invited Si Hougui to come several times, but Si Hougui never came. Today, the person on the Young Tiger Monument finally has some free time.

"Huh? Brother Hougui knows this Chen Zhian?" The young master of General Jinche's family was puzzled when he saw Si Hougui riding a horse towards Chen Zhian.

Everyone looked.

However, Si Hougui had already arrived in front of Chen Zhian, but he had not dismounted from his horse. He was still sitting on his horse, looking down at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian, however, remained calm and finished the tiger fist fight.

"Third Master Si." Chen Zhian smiled and looked at Si Hougui's waist: "You are not wearing the Douji long sword today?"

Si Hougui looked at Chen Zhian with a fierce look in his eyes and said, "I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you would make a name for yourself after coming to Xuan Tianjing.

However, you are very brave, daring to write a poem for Lady Longyue. Did you also get a glimpse of Lady Longyue's appearance?"

Chen Zhian had not been out for the past few days, so he was confused when he heard Si Hougui say this, but the connection between them was not complicated.

A warrior like Si Hougui also knew about this poem, and I'm afraid that the poem has already spread.

"Palace Master Mingyue ordered me to write it, so I wrote it." Chen Zhian's expression remained unchanged: "It is difficult not to obey the orders of the nobles in the palace."

"But... Third Master Si, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still as willful and petty as before. Whenever you meet someone, you only want to show off your power. You are really... not worthy of being on the stage."

Si Hougui's expression changed.

The people who were watching Chen Zhian and Si Hougui not far away suddenly looked at each other, with confusion in their eyes.

Who is this Chen Zhian?
How dare you speak to the Third Master Si like this?

Not to mention his family background, just talking about his rough jade cultivation and his name being on the Tiger Cub Monument, how could ordinary people dare to speak to him like this?
But the painter Chen Zhian said it, and he said it very naturally, without even changing his expression at all.

Si Hougui narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Zhian, then he lowered his body gently, supported the horse's neck with his arms, and said, "Chen Zhian, you spoke rudely to me when I first met you.

I told you at that time that I had no strength, but I couldn't bear it. If it were in the capital, I would smash your face!"

Chen Zhian took a deep breath, his eyes showing some annoyance: "I was practicing boxing here, but you insisted on riding a horse to come over and provoke me.

I responded to you with words, but you thought I was disrespectful.

Why is it that the truth of the world has to be said by your third son of the Si family?"

"What's your basis?" Si Hougui asked patiently, "Is it because of your identity as a court painter, or because you wrote poems for Empress Longyue? Or, is it because of your familiarity with the tiger fist?"

Chen Zhian suddenly laughed and said, "Sir, what's your reason?"

The young men and women who were watching the two men talking found it unbelievable.

But then Chen Zhian continued, "The Third Young Master Si relies on nothing more than the Si family's lineage, nothing more than the cultivation base accumulated from the vast amount of cultivation resources he has accumulated since childhood, and the name of genius on the Young Tiger Monument.

But I, Chen Zhian, still want to say a few words to the Third Young Master."

Si Hougui listened silently.

Chen Zhian's words were powerful: "Whenever you want to humiliate others, remember that not everyone in this world has a background like yours.

Without this background, you would be far inferior to me."

Si Hougui's true energy suddenly burst out, like a huge wave pressing towards Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian remained unmoved and added, "Even if you take into account your background, Si Hougui, you are still not as good as me."

"How dare you!" Si Hougui picked up the reins and was about to smack Chen Zhian in the face.

Chen Zhian glanced behind Si Hougui.

A voice suddenly came from behind Si Hougui: "Third Master, Mr. Chen is the prince's distinguished guest. If you disturb him, I will have to ask you to leave."

"The prince's...distinguished guest?" Wu Sheng chewed on the word "distinguished guest" and suddenly felt that Si Hougui came at the right time.

Si Yao was silent.

Si Hougui turned his head and saw a strong man holding a horse standing not far away, saluting him from a distance.

"Coach Sun."

Si Hougui seemed not to hear the man's threat. He turned around and stared at Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian suddenly understood these arrogant young men from aristocratic families. With strong backgrounds and supporters behind them, they did many things without any scruples.

Even if...someone provokes you, you don't have to think twice before you curse back.

Simply put, it feels good.

He completely ignored Si Hougui's cold eyes, and did not pursue the victory. Instead, he stretched his body and was about to leave.

At this moment, Si Hougui suddenly said, "Chen Zhian, do you remember the bet between you and me? You bet your life."

Chen Zhian turned around and said, "Of course I remember."

"It's only five months until the ranking change, so you should enjoy yourself. Once you die, everything will be gone."

Gambling, Tiger Cub Monument, gambling with life...

The people around him found it increasingly difficult to understand this young painter.

Who in the world can guarantee that he can be inscribed on the Tiger Young Monument?
But who would have thought that Chen Zhian just smiled and said, "Third Young Master, since you mentioned this, I suddenly remembered my Douji long sword. Why don't you take out the sword and let me take a look at it?"

Si Hougui smiled, and while exploring, a long black sword appeared in his hand.

He held the scabbard and handed the handle to Chen Zhian, saying, "Here, I give it to you. Take a good look at it."

At this time, the true energy in Si Hougui's hands flowed slowly like unpolished jade.

He sat high on his horse, looking down at Chen Zhian. A powerful aura emanated from him, like the wind blowing the grass on the ground!

It's just these distances.

Si Yao, Wu Sheng, and even a few other young masters and young ladies with weaker cultivation skills could clearly sense that the true energy in Si Hougui's body was continuously falling into the long sword.

If you want to draw your sword, you will suffer!
Even Coach Sun, who was holding the horse behind Si Hougui, frowned and shook his head at Chen Zhian.

It seemed to be reminding Chen Zhian not to be impulsive.

But Chen Zhian frowned.

Since coming to Xuantianjing, except for the time he went to Li's house and beat up Li Fushu, he has been enduring all the time.

It’s as if this world is a huge cage for people of ordinary origin. If they want to survive in the cage, they can only endure.

But Chen Zhian just didn't want to endure it today.

Today I decided to put to the test what I have learned.

As he thought this in his mind, he took a few steps forward and came straight to the horse!

"Then let me take a look at my knife!"

Chen Zhian reached out his hand seemingly casually and grasped the hilt of the knife.

In an instant, golden light burst out from Chen Zhian's eyes, and the aura around him surged. The royal blue robe on his body rustled loudly, as if there was a howling strong wind.

A body of white jade true essence condensed by the six divine essences surged in his body, like a rushing river bursting its banks, violently and turbulently!

At the same time, the six divine auras controlled the true essence and fell into every acupoint and pore of his body.

The muscles of the body tempered by the Furnace Body Refining Treasure Book are bulging like a tumbling dragon, with blue veins bulging. The muscles on the back are like a crouching tiger and a coiled dragon, yet appear extremely symmetrical.

Every muscle seems to contain a thousand pounds of strength.

The third level of the White Jade Cicada Shell technique circulates continuously throughout the body, injecting powerful energy into Chen Zhian's body.

For a moment, Chen Zhian's body seemed to turn into a volcano about to erupt, with endless power accumulating and boiling within it.

It was all coming to a head.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Chen Zhian grasped the hilt of the knife and drew it.

Si Hougui is very strong, but the hilt of the sword is in Chen Zhian's hand. Si Hougui wants to lock the sword with just his own true energy, even through a scabbard!

He felt that even so, Chen Zhian, who was only at the level of Zhen Yuan cultivation in Sunan Prefecture, would never be able to pull out the knife.

Sonorous!

The sound of metal was heard, shattering Si Hougui's thoughts.

The result was that Si Hougui's true energy, which was spread all over the long sword, was crushed by Chen Zhian's powerful strength.

Si Hougui suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The Dou Ji long sword was pulled out by Chen Zhian in this way!
The long sword was unsheathed, like a sharp flash of light in the night sky, bringing a chill to the air.

Chen Zhian held the Dipper in his hand, feeling the powerful force surging from it, and laughed loudly.

"It is indeed a Douji long sword that has been forged for eight or nine thousand times!"

He put the long sword into Si Hougui's scabbard and turned to leave.

"Master Si, you must take good care of my knife!"

Si Hougui's face flushed and he lost his composure.

Si Yao remained silent.

She now understood why Prince Duanque had specially invited Chen Zhian to be there that day when Lan Yue was in the center.

This person is not a simple painter.

Wu Sheng watched Chen Zhian leave in disappointment.

This guy is really fierce.

so close.

ps: I will update more chapters in the evening because yesterday’s monthly votes exceeded 100, and it will be around eleven or twelve o’clock.