I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 92: Unpolished Jade Yuanguan, Nothing More Than This

Chen Zhian wrote a poem, completing the task given to him by Princess Linglong. He ignored the invitations of Pei Xiu and Pei Yuan and left the palace.

Even though many young ladies from wealthy families knew he was coming, they sent their close maids over to ask if he could draw a colorful picture for them.

It's still early now, so there's nothing wrong with painting one or two pictures.

However, there were too many young ladies and ladies from noble families who came to Princess Linglong's literary gathering. If he gave the painting to one of them, there was no guarantee that the others would get entangled, and they might even become angry with Chen Zhian.

Instead of doing that, Chen Zhian decided not to paint a single picture.

What's more...scarcity makes things valuable. If Chen Zhian painted for everyone he met, his paintings would not be so valuable.

Moreover, Chen Zhian also knew that oil painting was not a unique skill. There were many talented people in Dayu. Once Chen Zhian had more paintings, there would always be people who could see some of his skills.

Using the pigments from the Imperial Household Department, it is not difficult to replicate the same oil painting.

But at the same time, Chen Zhian also knew that there is no best in literature, and it depends more on the reputation of the writer.

If he could make some name for himself, his so-called colorful paintings would still be able to attract the noble ladies in Xuantianjing.

For example, the current Zhongshu Sheren Sun Zhongyu, or Xiayuan Pavilion Attendant Lu Shan, both of them are proficient in ink and wash. But in a country as big as Dayu, not to mention the prefectures and cities, just the Imperial College, Siyuan Pavilion, or the many scholars and university secretaries in Jixian Garden, Zhongji Hall, and Sifang Pavilion, isn't there anyone who can draw ink paintings of similar level?

However, the private fees for Sun Zhongyu and Lu Shan's ink paintings were as high as several thousand taels of silver. This is the so-called celebrity value.

While Princess Linglong was appreciating the chivalrous poem, Chen Zhian left the palace and headed straight towards the West City.

In a mountain villa outside the city not far from Xiuba Mountain, Liang Wenjun, the owner of Guiyun Room, was holding a birthday party.

He had promised Shen Haohao that he would naturally go and show his support.

May is a great time of year. The sun is scorching in midsummer. Outside the city, a small river separated from the main trunk of the Huanglong River flows gently. The stream hits the rocks on the riverbed, splashing white water and making crisp and pleasant sounds.

In the fields below the mountain, golden wheat waves rise and fall in the breeze, and the heavy ears of wheat hang their heads. They are not fully ripe yet, but there is a sign of a good harvest.

From afar, the trees in the mountains and forests are lush and green, and you can still hear the chirping of cicadas and birds, which makes people intoxicated.

Chen Zhian was walking on a small path, still some distance away from the manor, but he suddenly stopped and looked up at Xiuba Mountain.

The rolling mountains are looming in the summer mist, and the outline of the mountains is like an ink painting, elegant and distant.

There were several towering peaks standing in the middle, but the tops could not be seen at a glance due to the mist.

Chen Zhian suddenly remembered what Prince Duanque said.

If you have spare time, you can go to Xiuba Mountain. Standing on the mountain you can see the vast Xuantianjing.

So he looked at the sky. It was just past noon and still early.

The banquet must be in full swing. If he went there now, he would inevitably have to exchange pleasantries. It would be better for him to wait until the banquet was over in the evening and just paint a picture for the owner of Guiyun Room.

"Why not... go up the mountain and take a look?"

Chen Zhian asked himself this question in his heart, but he had already turned into a winding path at the foot of the mountain.

The path leads directly to the mountain. Wild flowers on the roadside are blooming in all colors. The dewdrops on the petals in the shade sparkle with crystal light, like tiny pearls.

Chen Zhian was in a very good mood. He took a deep breath of the clear mountain mist and felt that the spiritual energy in his Niwan Palace was beating because of it.

"According to the schedule, tomorrow is the day when Old Huang Liang will come to Baiyujing. I have to ask him for advice."

As Chen Zhian thought this, he quickened his pace. His true energy circulated and flowed around his body, making him feel unaware of what tiredness was.

However, in just one hour, Chen Zhian had already climbed to the top of a mountain.

This mountain is not the highest among Xiuba Mountain, but it is directly opposite Xuantianjing.

Chen Zhian stood on the top of the towering mountain. The mountain wind was blowing, and the sleeves of his moon-white robe were rustling.

Looking down, the magnificent and majestic Xuantianjing came into his sight.

The city is majestic and huge, like a giant dragon winding and circling. Even though the ancient walls are covered with moss, it still cannot conceal its grandeur and heaviness.

Looking further inside, the city is filled with crisscrossing streets and alleys, with houses standing in close proximity, flying eaves and brackets, and even some towering pavilions that are as high as twenty or thirty feet, which is astonishing.

Chen Zhian even saw many strong men carrying sections of statues under the smoke and clouds in the north city. Among them were some powerful monks who were straightening the statues.

"This statue should be the statue of the current Emperor Zhaofu and Dayu Kuixing. It should be erected in the north city for people to see."

When Chen Zhian saw this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart... The cultivators are indeed the most terrifying productivity. Those strong men can even easily carry huge rocks weighing two or three thousand pounds. Among them there is even a person flying in the air. With the condensation of his true energy, he can capture more than a dozen sculptures weighing several thousand pounds and piece them together.

"It's a pity that nothing is perfect. The cultivation resources in the world are limited. I'm afraid it's impossible for everyone to practice."

Chen Zhian thought about this and shook his head again.

If you think about it carefully, there are many aristocratic families in Dayu, and they almost monopolize 90% of the cultivation resources in this great country. If these cultivation resources can be released, Dayu's productivity will definitely increase by several levels.

Even if this will bring many problems, you can take your time with it.

No matter in which world or dynasty, the improvement of productivity can bring about a qualitative change in national strength and bring about the greatest change in people's livelihood.

Of course, if you really want to put it into operation, it would be extremely complicated and not something you can do simply by thinking about it.

Shang Yang of the Qin Dynasty carried out reforms and killed countless old nobles before the well-field system was abolished.

Wang Anshi's reforms in the Song Dynasty killed countless high-ranking bureaucrats and landlords and sparked countless conflicts.

As for the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, the Anshi Rebellion, the Huang Chao Uprising, the Baima Station Disaster, and the Heyin Incident, I will not mention them in detail.

It is basically impossible to reallocate these resources simply by issuing executive orders without bloodshed.

In Dayu, it is even more difficult.

After all, there are six surnames in Dayu, and thousands of aristocratic families are spread all over Dayu. If there is no strong man, it would be impossible to kill them all.

Chen Zhian's thoughts were divergent and he thought a lot.

At this moment, he had no intention of becoming the Great Yu Huang Chao. He just wanted to gain some fame, prevent that ridiculous marriage, and avoid being humiliated and whipped by the children of aristocratic families.

He stood on the mountain for a full quarter of an hour, carefully looking at the huge Xuantianjing, and felt that his mind became much more open.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Prince Duanque is right. Only when you stand at a high place can you see farther. But I am not standing high enough."

Chen Zhian no longer lingered and turned to go down the mountain.

Today, he climbed a strange peak on Xiuba Mountain and saw the complete Xuantianjing. He planned to work harder and get more resources for cultivation to stand higher.

He walked down the mountain. The mountain road was quieter in the afternoon. Unlike at noon, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, flickering and dancing on the ground.

The forest is filled with the fresh scent of pine, as if infinite vitality is hidden in this quiet forest.

But when Chen Zhian was walking on the mountain road, he suddenly frowned.

He stopped, looked around, and suddenly smiled.

Immediately he stretched out his hand, with half a pot of wine in it.

It was on the day when he delivered the soup and long knife to Yu Li Ke that Qu Junhui gave him Luo Fuchun to see him off.

He opened the cork and drank the Luofuchun.

The wine went down his throat, bringing with it a slightly sharp and mellow fragrance, leaving a trail of heat wherever it passed. Then the true energy in Chen Zhian's body began to circulate violently.

"Your Excellency's eyes are filled with murderous intent. I'm sure you're here to kill me. If that's the case, why don't you do it?"

As Chen Zhian spoke, he casually popped a red fruit into his mouth.

There was no one in the shadows of the distant mountains and forests, and I didn't know who Chen Zhian was talking to.

Chen Zhian smiled and injected his true energy into the Chenglu Ring. The two thousand forged [Yang Sui] fell into his hands.

He simply sat cross-legged on the mountain path, with the Yangsui long sword placed on his knees.

Time passed quietly, and more than twenty breaths passed.

Suddenly, a person walked out from the shadows and looked at Chen Zhian from afar.

Chen Zhian glanced at the man and suddenly shook his head: "Whether it's the Li family or the Si family, I thought they could come up with some clever methods. Unexpectedly, they still sent people to kill me.

Not only is he filthy, he is also unworthy of a noble family, which makes me underestimate him."

Chen Zhian whispered slowly. The man took two steps forward and looked at Chen Zhian. He suddenly asked, "Mr. Chen, how did you find me?"

The voice was delicate, and it turned out to be a woman's voice.

Chen Zhian drew out the Yang Sui, carefully put the scabbard aside, and then stood up.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Since I was sent here by someone, I should do my best."

Chen Zhian did not answer.

The man was wearing a mask made of fine iron. The cold and hard texture glowed coldly in the sunlight. There were strange and mysterious patterns engraved on the mask, like some kind of ancient spell.

When she saw Chen Zhian drawing his sword, she suddenly bowed and saluted him from a distance.

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry."

Just a few words, followed by a gust of breeze, and then a strong wind suddenly blew around.

The masked woman stretched out her right hand, and her slender white index and middle fingers formed a sword-like gesture, like a jade carving, with a faint luster.

There is a mystery hidden in this sword finger.

Chen Zhian held the knife, and the true energy of the White Jade Cicada Shell flowed.

The effects of Luofuchun and Burning Blood Ginger Fruit were fully stimulated. Under the third level of the Furnace Treasure Record, his seemingly ordinary body was already bulging with muscles, and veins bulged on his well-proportioned limbs, like winding dragons and snakes.

Chen Zhian did not wait for the woman to take action.

When he swung his sword, he used all his strength.

The true energy flowed through Yang Sui's long sword. He kicked the ground with his legs hard, and the ground cracked instantly, with rocks flying everywhere.

He also flew straight up with an unstoppable momentum and slashed towards the masked woman.

For a moment, it was as if the true energy created a strong wind, with violent howling winds all around.

The twelfth level of Badu Beiqu, who was in the perfect state, condensed various changes, brought out a surging spirit, and slashed down fiercely.

A hint of solemnity flashed across the masked woman's exposed eyes.

But she flashed to the left, and then became erratic like a ghost. At the same time, her right hand sword finger suddenly stretched out, and her two fingers were put together, with cold light flashing at the fingertips, and she actually used the sword finger to hit Chen Zhian's long sword.

Her speed was so fast, she moved sideways suddenly, and with the heavy flow of true energy, it was extremely powerful.

It seems like a simple move of the finger, but it contains the amazing essence of the mysterious skill.

Clang!
With a crisp sound, Chen's Anyang flint sword was hit by the man's fingertips and deviated to the right.

Chen Zhian was still in mid-air, his left hand had already clenched into a fist, his wrist was like a tiger's tail whip, he suddenly shook it, and lashed it out in mid-air, aiming to land a blow on the masked woman's head.

The masked woman's true energy circulated, and her bones made explosive sounds.

The sound of jade bones!

This person has already entered the realm of unpolished jade and forged his bones into jade!
But even with such skills, she did not confront Chen Zhian head-on. Instead, she tapped the ground lightly with her toes and strangely retreated several feet to avoid Chen Zhian's terrifying Tiger Fist.

Then, almost contrary to common sense, it popped out in an instant and was close to Chen Zhian in the blink of an eye.

Her sword finger once again glowed with cold light, even bringing out a layer of rich true energy, easily cutting through the sword energy that permeated the surroundings and killing towards Chen Zhian's throat.

This sword finger is extremely powerful. If it were to hit fine iron, the thick iron would be pierced through.

Chen held the Anyang Sui sword in the air, and a layer of flames suddenly burst out from the two thousand forged Yang Sui long sword.

The flame seemed to be real, yet extremely violent and hot, protecting Chen Zhian's throat.

The sword pointed at Yang Sui's long sword, and the long sword flew away!

Before the woman could react, she saw Chen Zhian's fists had already punched out in the flames, roaring like two tigers, heading straight for the woman's head and throat.

The woman's figure was strange and she was about to retreat.

But he found that there was a leg whip on the right side, blocking him from the air. This kick seemed to be sweeping towards him with a violent storm.

"Such a simple boxing technique, but it can produce such changes?"

The masked woman did not dare to be distracted at all. Her right arm emitted a faint glow, like jade. The extremely thick and raw jade essence burst out from the raw jade essence gate and collided with Chen Zhian's leg whip.

Then the two of them retreated violently at the same time.

At this time, the flying Yangsui long sword had not yet fallen to the ground, but Chen Zhian had already grasped the hilt in his hand.

The masked woman retreated violently, feeling confused and surprised.

She has already cultivated the Jade Gate and is a genuine cultivator at the Unpolished Jade Realm. Her true essence, divine energy, and physique are so overwhelming that of cultivators at the Divine Energy Realm.

But what is the origin of this Chen Zhian? Why is his fighting power so strong?

She didn't have time to think about it.

Because Chen Zhian caught Yang Sui from the air without wasting any time, as soon as he landed, his body rushed over like a strong wind and huge waves, carrying bursts of sword energy.

"It looks like it will be a tough battle."

As the masked woman was thinking this, seven divine auras emerged from her Niwan Palace to investigate the changes in Chen Zhian's swordsmanship. Her figures appeared like ghosts, one after another, heading straight for Chen Zhian.

The sword finger swept across the air.

It was clearly just a very short sword finger, but the true energy on it was extremely dense. When it swept out at this moment, it was actually like a saber sweeping across.

But at this moment, Chen Zhi's Anyang flint sword had already slashed over.

The masked woman's spirit also captured something at this moment.

Her expression changed slightly at first, and then drastically!
However, Chen Zhi'an only saw the twelve levels of Badu going north, like thousands of troops knocking on the gate, or like a flood bursting through the dam, heavy sword skills pouring down, as fast as lightning, like the endless rushing of the Yangtze River, slashing over with an unstoppable momentum.

"Knife force!"

The masked woman wanted to retreat.

However, he discovered that Chen Zhian's sword force was not just one level. There were several levels of sword force that locked the four directions. The changes in the sword intent were obscure and difficult to understand, and it came straight at him.

The masked woman gritted her teeth, stopped abruptly, and flew up, unwilling to collide with Chen Zhian's sword.

But the next moment...

Chen Zhian's sword momentum suddenly changed, the tide surged, the sword intent stopped, and then slashed upward!
Edict...

A heartbreaking voice came.

The flame of true energy burned on Yang Sui's long sword. Even though the masked woman's figure was strange, he was able to lock onto her accurately and slash her right leg fiercely.

Blood spurts!
Chen Zhian's eyes did not change, and his thin true energy continued to shoot upward, breaking into the woman's jade bones, breaking into her body, and fiercely knocking her away.

Then a dull sound was heard.

The woman fell heavily to the ground, her body already stained with blood, her mask fell to the side, and she was gasping for breath.

"Unpolished Jade Yuanguan, nothing more than that."

Chen Zhian grasped the Yangsui long sword in his hand.

Even with the help of Luo Fuchun and Ranxue Jiangguo, he was able to clearly measure his own combat power through this battle.

"If I didn't have this Luofu Spring and the Burning Blood Ginger Fruit, I wouldn't be able to defeat the Unpolished Jade Yuanguan, but ordinary Jade Bones are no match for my Ninth Level Sword Power."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath, feeling even more fortunate that he had written that poem in the princess's mansion just now, watching Pei Xiu's sword moves and achieving the ninth level of knife moves.

ps: There will be more updates in the evening

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