I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 98: Nine Rings of the Sword
Not only did he pull out Wang Xixia's sword, but Wang Xixia even gave him the Sword Summoning Jade from Jingcang Sword Pavilion?

Cheng Jihe and Wang Lisu both fell into deep thought.

Jingcang Sword Pavilion's ranking on the Daoxia Xuanmen Monument is far lower than that of Fujian Mountain.

But the two had to admit that Jingcang Sword Pavilion had indeed made achievements in the way of swordsmanship. Over the years, even many children from aristocratic families had joined Jingcang Sword Pavilion to learn the way of swordsmanship.

It is one of the most prestigious mountain gates in the Dayu sword sect.

However, the Sword Summoning Jade is not something that the master can give out whenever he wants. A master of Jingcang Sword Pavilion who is at the Jade Que realm only gets one Sword Summoning Jade.

Wang Xixia gave the jade stone representing his master's inheritance to the young man in front of him, which shows his recognition of the young man's talent in swordsmanship.

I have been recognized by Wang Xixia, but I have never learned swordsmanship...

This is simply a waste of resources.

Cheng Jihe remembered that his senior brothers and junior brothers all had outstanding successors, but his own disciples were just mediocre and could not be considered outstanding in the sect. He suddenly became interested.

"Since you have obtained the Sword Summoning Jade, why don't you go to Nanshan Province? Jingcang Sword Pavilion ranks ninth in my Dayu Xuanmen, and it is an extraordinary place."

The young man in front of him suddenly fell silent, as if he didn't know how to answer.

Wang Lisu asked at this time: "I can't see your cultivation level clearly. Do you have any magic treasures that can conceal your cultivation level? Is your cultivation level not enough because you have never been to Jingcang Sword Pavilion?"

The boy remained silent.

Cheng Jihe couldn't help but feel anxious.

He thought for a moment and asked seriously, "Chen Zhian, your true energy is shrouded in mist and I can't see it clearly.

If I use my supernatural powers and invite a diviner to take a look, that might not be very polite.

But I am very interested in your cultivation..."

At this point, he suddenly took off the sword at his waist and said, "In the way of swordsmanship, no matter what happens, you must consult the sword at your waist.

If you are willing to answer, why not hold my sword?"

Chen Zhian raised his head, but did not rashly grasp the sword. Instead, he asked, "Who is the senior?"

"I am Cheng Jihe from Fujian Mountain. I am somewhat well-known in Dayu... Do you know Fujian Mountain?"

Chen Zhian's eyes lit up and he nodded, "Floating Sword Mountain is the fourth mysterious sect of Dayu. Even though I am ignorant, I have certainly heard of the great name of Floating Sword Mountain."

When the young man said this, he no longer hesitated and reached out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword handed to him by Cheng Jihe.

The hilt of the sword is made of wood, but it feels very warm to the touch, just like holding a piece of beautiful jade.

Chen Zhian gripped the hilt of the sword, and the sword did not change at all, but made a slight "clang" sound.

With a clang, Cheng Jihe smiled and nodded.

But soon another voice was heard, and Cheng Jihe's smile became even wider.

Then it rang again, until it rang seven times.

"Your divine essence is perfect, not bad, your cultivation cannot be called weak, and considering your age, you are a promising talent."

Just as Cheng Jihe was about to retract his sword, another "clang" sound came from the sword.

His expression froze and he glanced at Wang Lisu.

Wang Lisu's expression remained serious and he nodded slightly.

A gust of wind blew by, and a ninth extremely faint sound came from the sword.

Cheng Jihe could no longer suppress his surprise. He smiled and retracted his sword, saying, "My sword strikes nine times! Chen Zhian, you have actually begun to condense the ninth level of divine essence?"

Chen Zhian was about to answer, but Cheng Jihe seemed a little anxious and pulled Wang Lisu's sleeve.

There was a divine aura entangled in Wang Lisu's ears, merging with the wind and waves, and finally merging into a sound that only he could hear.

"Nephew, what do you think of this young man?"

"Both his talent in swordsmanship and cultivation is excellent...even better than Jiang Yunjian." Wang Lisu also had a calm expression and replied, "Uncle Master, are you tempted?"

"Such a rare young man has grown up to be seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has no master. Not to mention me, even if your master came, I'm afraid he would be tempted." Cheng Jihe said this and became a little worried again.

"But I can't just accept anyone I like in the mountains...

We still need to carefully investigate this young man's background and why he didn't go to Jingcang Sword Pavilion. Only after a thorough investigation and if there are no problems, can we accept him as a disciple."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Zhian, seeming a little impatient.

"It can be regarded as a rough jade. If it is delayed for too long, it will be plucked by others." Wang Lisu nodded: "From what he said, this boy's background is a bit poor, but he is just an ordinary citizen.

It is rare for a person of ordinary origin to be able to cultivate to this level. Moreover, he is not burdened by a poor family or a commoner family. Once he goes up the mountain, he will devote himself to the mountain gate. He is indeed an excellent embryo."

"Then let's investigate it as soon as possible. It's a good opportunity to borrow Jiang Yunjian's connections in Xuantianjing." Cheng Jihe made the decision.

Then he turned around, took the piece of paper from the wooden shelf and handed it to Chen Zhian.

"Chen Zhian, my word 'sword' contains many sword principles. If you go back and copy it carefully, it will be of great benefit to you.

If possible, come here again tomorrow, and I, Cheng Jihe... will grant you a good opportunity."

The young man left with the words.

Cheng Jihe and Wang Lisu hurried back to the Jiang family villa.

In the attic, Princess Longyue saw everything and heard everything.

"This court painter who can write poetry and paint is also a spiritual genius?"

she thought to herself.

Jiang Yunjian, who was standing by, saw the young man leave, so he didn't care much and put a piece of extremely delicate apricot cake into his mouth.

"It seems that your uncle-master is considering taking this young man as his disciple." Princess Longyue said.

Jiang Yunjian shook his head: "It's not that easy to enter the gate of my Floating Sword Mountain.

You also have to carefully check your family background, and after ensuring your innocence, you have to pass through the nine gates of the mountain before you can enter.

Sister, even I was only exempted from six levels of the test, but I still had to undergo three levels of the test. "

"That young man looks about my age, but he hasn't yet condensed a complete sword energy. It will be extremely difficult for him to get started."

Jiang Yunjian just finished speaking.

Suddenly, someone came upstairs and said, "Sixth Young Master, the immortals from Fujian Mountain asked me to come and invite you. They said they have something to tell you."

Jiang Yunjian didn't even bother to eat another apricot cake. After greeting his sister, he left in a hurry.

Princess Longyue watched her brother leave, and then thought of this extraordinary court painter. A smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she waved her hand casually with an idea in her mind.

A eunuch beside him, wearing a patched robe, immediately bowed and came over.

"Go and talk to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and ask the painter Chen Zhian from Yufu Palace to hang it in Mingyue Palace."

The eunuch took the order and left.

Not long after, Jiang Yunjian also came back. When he saw his sister, his eyes were a little resentful.

"What did the master of Fujian Mountain say to you?"

Jiang Yunjian curled his lips and said, "Just as my sister said, my uncle seems to have taken a liking to the young painter and is eager to take him in as his apprentice. He asked my Jiang family to help carefully check the young man's background."

The corners of the Empress Longyue's mouth drew up a smile. Jiang Yunjian shrugged his nose and said unconvincedly: "Even I have to go through the three gates of the mountain gate before I can enter, but seeing how anxious Master Cheng is, I'm afraid he will let this young man in as soon as he finds out the truth.

I don’t know where this young man came from…”

Princess Longyue looked from afar at where Chen Zhian was leaving, wondering what she was thinking.

-

On Baitou Street in the East City, which is closest to the Imperial City, in the residence of Prime Minister Song, the current Prime Minister was in the courtyard with the current Vice Minister of War Chu Muye.

Song Xiqu had a rare moment of leisure today, so he casually lay on a bamboo chair. The chair was shaking, and Song Xiqu, sitting on it, was looking up at the white clouds in the sky.

Sometimes white clouds rise and the sky expands and contracts.

The old man, who had been busy all his life, looked up at the leisurely white clouds, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Chu Muye, a third-rank official of the current dynasty, rolled up his sleeves and planted a pine tree in the garden of Song Xiqu's courtyard.

This pine tree is just an ordinary green pine, not considered precious, and the shape of its branches and trunk cannot be called peculiar. But for some reason, the Minister of War was able to plant it personally.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in black with a solemn face stepped into the courtyard and reported something to Chu Muye.

Chu Muye frowned after hearing this: "You said that Cheng Jihe from Fujian Mountain had met Chen Zhian by the Huanglong River? Now the Jiang family is investigating Chen Zhian?"

The man in black said a few more words.

Chu Muye's brows furrowed even deeper. He put down the shovel in his hand, patted the dirt off his body, and said, "Go and have a look to see if they have any further contact."

Song Xiqu on the side suddenly smiled.

"You know you're in a hurry now?" Song Xiqu's voice was old and he spoke slowly: "When the son of Chen Shuijun came to Xuan Tianjing, I asked you to go and see him earlier, but you didn't go.

Now his talent is gradually starting to shine, attracting the attention of many people... What should you do next? Are you going to compete with Cheng Jihe for his disciple?"

Chu Muye shook his head: "This Chen Zhian's temperament is exactly the same as his father's, very stubborn.

The reason why I didn't ask about him or meet him for a long time when he came to Xuantianjing was that I wanted him to see the depth of the river of Xuantianjing and the rapids in it, so as to wear down his temper.

When that time comes, he will naturally come to find me.

But I never thought... that a Floating Sword Mountain would appear halfway along the way."

Song Xiqu smiled, and there was a cunning look in his eyes that didn't belong to an octogenarian: "Think about it carefully."

Chu Muye walked out of the yard, his eyes moved, and he suddenly shook his head and smiled, "This Chen Zhian is a bit strange. Usually, when those noble families invite him to paint, he avoids them and is unwilling to pick up the thousands of taels of silver in fees.

But today I was interested and went to the Jiang Family Villa to paint the Huanglong River."

Song Xiqu was still looking carefully at the clouds in the sky.

Chu Muye laughed: "He is forcing me to meet him... After entering the mountain gate, I won't even be qualified to hold the seal."

Song Xi channel: "It is nothing for a young man to be arrogant because of his talent and unwilling to follow the path paved for him by others. The stubbornness of young people is not out of the ordinary. On the contrary, it is a bit youthful and enviable."

Chu Muye nodded: "In that case, let's just ignore him. If he really joins Fujian Mountain, it will be considered his ability."

Song Xiqu finally stopped looking at the clouds in the sky. Instead, he sat up, shook his head and said, "We can't just ignore it."

"This young man is not only forcing you and me to meet him, but also wants to use this incident to test the power of the Luwujian, and to see if he can really hold the seal and beat the Si and Li families with a whip.

If I don't take care of it now, I'm afraid he will be really disappointed. If he really joins Floating Sword Mountain, it will be bad."

Chu Muye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This Chen Zhian, met Li Zhuqiu, met Wei Lingyu, suffered a murder on Xiuba Mountain, and his name has been mentioned in the undercurrents of the world, but his temper has not diminished at all.

It is me and Prime Minister Song who are here.”

"This matter... should have been carefully considered. We should have found someone with a strong temper. If we just wanted a puppet, who could not hold the seal? It would not have been difficult to find a traitor among the noble families. Why did we have to find the fierce-tempered Chen Zhian?"

Song Xi said: "He dared to draw his sword and cut Qi Tianchong's arm. I have some respect for this young man. At this time... he must not join the Xuanmen."

Having said this, the old man stood up again and walked to a tea tree.

"I have some tea leaves here. Why don't you go over and use your uncle Chu's status to invite your good nephew to my courtyard. I'll make him a pot of good tea and have a chat with him."

Chu Muye smiled, and the dust on his crane robe suddenly disappeared, turning it as white as new.

"Well, if I don't go see him again, I, Uncle Chu, will no longer be close to him."

-

Chen Zhian was standing under a huge locust tree at the entrance of the Inspectorate.

He had been standing there for a long time. When the guards at the gate of the Inspectorate came to chase him away, he mentioned the name of Jiang Taiping, the Xiezhi, and the two guards dared not chase him away anymore.

Chen Zhian waited for a long time, but of course Jiang Taiping did not show up, because he already knew that Jiang Taiping was not in the Inspectorate today, but went out of the city to handle a case.

It was not until dusk that two people finally walked out of the Inspectorate.

One of the two men was wearing an official robe, which was a bullfighting robe.

In this Inspectorate, anyone who can wear the bullfighting robe must be a high-ranking official above the fifth rank.

The other one was wearing a Xiezhi robe, but the robe was purple, which was different from Jiang Taiping's red robe and looked quite noble.

The two men walked out of the ceremonial gate of the Inspectorate and saw Chen Zhian at a glance. Their eyes changed slightly, but they continued to chat casually until they passed by the big locust tree.

The one with the character Tianzi Xiezhi suddenly turned around and grinned at Chen Zhian. His smile was not sinister and his eyes were very normal. But in Chen Zhian's eyes, this smile was not ordinary.

On the contrary, the high-ranking official of the Bull Fighting next to the Tianzi Xiezhi seemed not to know Chen Zhian. His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even look at Chen Zhian before stepping into the sedan chair.

Chen Zhian suddenly said, "Master Gao."

Gao Zhong turned around and frowned at him: "Who are you?"

The Tianzi Xiezhi beside him suddenly frowned.

Chen Zhian smiled and shook his head, saying, "I am just an eighth-rank official. I met Mr. Gao and I felt respect for him, so I came to say hello."

Having said this, he turned and walked away, disappearing at the end of the street.

"Master Gao, you are being a little too deliberate."

The Xiezhi shook his head and said, "Chen Zhian is not some unknown person. He has made a name for himself in Xuantianjing with his poetry and painting. Many people know what he looks like.

You have a grudge against him... but you can't recognize him... that's a bit strange."

"Master Si." Gao Zhong's thin face showed some gloom: "So what if it's strange? I did it on purpose."

"Since he came here to see me, I think he must have become suspicious and even sensed some clues...

Since it was revenge, if he didn't know at whose hands he died and because of what grudge, it wouldn't be considered revenge.

I deliberately acted a little weird, letting him guess as much as he wanted, and guessing something... but he couldn't do anything about it, which was better."

At this point, he added, "Is everything settled?"

That day, Xiezhi nodded: "It's clean."

"He is just a dog. He can smell something, but he can't find the bone."

"There are undercurrents in the dark, so there is no need to worry too much. The bounties from Liuhuoshan and Xipenglai are too high for a court painter like him who has no background."

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