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Chapter 68 He is not even as good as a hair of yours!
What a big tone.
Nightingale frowned, and her expectations dropped instantly. Did he not know his place or did he think that he was an ignorant maid who was easy to fool?

Although her actual status was low, the Lu family spent a lot of money to support her, and she came into contact with countless children from aristocratic families on a daily basis, so much so that over the years she had the illusion that she was on the same level as those children from aristocratic families.

Although I was awakened in the past two days, I have gained a lot of experience over the years.

But she did not make any sarcastic remarks. Even if the other party gave her the inferior Dantian method, it was a treasure to her as long as it was not fake!
“Breathe.”

Murong Yunji's voice came from behind, making Nightingale wonder, isn't this the method of teaching the warlocks to build the Dantian foundation? Why does a warrior need to participate?
As she was wondering, she felt gravity push her back, and a cold breath quickly spread from her Dantian. She felt the flow of meridians for the second time, and her breath flowed with the blood in the meridians. This strange and familiar feeling was something she had experienced before, but it seemed a little strange because it was too long ago. But it was the elder of the Lu family sorcerer who opened her Dantian, but this time it was... Wait! !
The girl in this intelligence is actually a sorcerer!!!
Nightingale was horrified. The intelligence said that this girl was a top-level warrior that even Eunuch Qin Fang was afraid of. But what no one could understand was how a girl of this age could reach such a height. It turned out that she was not a warrior at all!
If this situation were to become known to others, it would probably shock the world, because a sorcerer possesses the ability to fight warriors head-on, and top warriors at that. This kind of thing might overturn the current situation.

Thinking of Zhang Rui's arrogant tone just now, an incredible thought arose in her mind. If the other party's family inheritance was of this ability, then his tone just now was indeed not arrogant, but would he pass such a thing on to herself?
"What a talent!" Even Murong Yunji couldn't help but praise him: "The eight extraordinary meridians are unobstructed, and the body seems to have more yin than yang, but it is actually well balanced. The five elements benefit water, and he is a natural seed of Tao. If he was born in that era, I'm afraid many sects would be vying for him."

Nightingale was confused, but she could hear the words of praise from the other party, and her heart was pounding.

"I will now teach you the method of building the Dantian foundation. Since you have been the Lu family's enlightenment sorcerer, you should know how to make use of evil spirits and the Dantian method, right?" Murong Yunji said faintly.

Nightingale nodded. This thing was nothing compared to the Dantian method. She was not afraid of exposing anything. Her heart was extremely excited. Could it be that her long-cherished wish would be realized so easily today?

"Close your eyes and calm your mind. Let your breath flow freely and your mind follow your spirit. I will only guide you once."

"Yes!"

Zhang Rui watched quietly at the side. He had studied the Dantian method many times. Murong Yunji had no shortage of Taoist treasures, but she had no spiritual power. No matter how good the Dantian method was, it was like a source without water. Now it was a good opportunity to see how the sorcerer used the Dantian method to control the evil spirits.

The next moment, both Zhang Rui and Murong Yunji were stunned. They saw Nightingale, whose Dantian was in operation, trembling with excitement. Then she looked at the evil spirit wrapped around her body. The evil spirit, which was as disgusting as a big maggot, also showed excitement on its ugly face, and then it actually drilled into Nightingale's belly button.

"Shenque Point?" Murong Yunji frowned. This location is very fatal.

But then an uncomfortable scene appeared. The thumb-sized belly button was forcibly stretched open, and the evil spirits turned into countless black liquids that flowed into it and mixed with the running meridians.

"Transform into blood?" Murong Yunji was secretly puzzled. The method of Dantian relied on luck. If it was to transform into blood, the meridians would soon be unable to bear it and would burst.

But the next moment the doubt was solved, as the black liquid quickly decomposed in the meridians and turned into black gas flowing in the meridians. The gas was turbid and not as light as the spiritual energy before, but it gave the Dantian the energy to operate.

This is not right either.

Murong Yunji still couldn't understand. If such turbid energy circulated a few times, the meridians would be blocked. How could one slowly cultivate spiritual power?

But this question soon had an answer.

I saw that a young evil spirit had appeared in the Dantian at some point. It was running along the meridians and licking up the filth left by the dirty gas in the meridians. The evil spirit walked around the meridians, and although its body became smaller, the energy around it was obviously much purer.

And after the Nightingale circulated a circle, some golden liquid was stored in the Dantian. Murong Yunji recognized it at a glance. This was the spiritual essence unique to Qigong practitioners. It could generate spiritual power by circulating through the Dantian, which was the foundation of Qigong practitioners.

I see! !
Everything was just as Zhang Rui had speculated. There was no spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so the source of spiritual power must come from evil spirits. Evil spirits sucked essence and blood to strengthen themselves, but they could not refine them by themselves. If they did not cooperate with others, they would only make themselves more and more bloated, and eventually become a monster that they could not control. This was also the path that evil spirits took to their end in the past.

The evil spirits at that time were often huge in size and could not hide, and would eventually be surrounded and annihilated by the Qigong sects.

Now it seems that not only have the qigong practitioners in the world found a new route, but the evil spirits in the world have also found a new way. This is a win-win cooperation.

But for ordinary people, this is a disaster. Evil spirits need blood and energy to grow stronger, and sorcerers need the evil spirits to provide spiritual energy for transformation. So although sorcerers appear to be eliminating evil spirits, they are actually nurturing them. So where does the supply for nurturing evil spirits come from?

When Zhang Rui thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

In this case, let’s start the change from today.

Nightingale was in great excitement at this moment. She could clearly feel the spiritual energy in her dantian and her eyes were filled with tears. That was what she had dreamed of for many years. She knew that until this moment, she was not a real sorcerer.

But soon the excitement came to an abrupt end.

Because she saw the man surnamed Zhang take out an extremely sharp blade from the strange box.

What is this for?
She clearly felt that the symbiotic evil spirit in her Dantian, which had transformed into a Nascent Soul, was extremely terrified, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying!

"What are you going to do?" Nightingale screamed in fear, but her body was held down tightly by Murong Yunji.

A cold look flashed across Zhang Rui's eyes, and he swung the sharp blade in his hand and chopped it down without hesitation. In front of Nightingale's astonished gaze, her dantian was cut open!
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The prince's birthday is ten days before the Spring Examination begins. On this day, most of the candidates from all over the Central Plains have arrived, including those from the martial arts world who will take part in the competition after the Spring Examination. Young talents from all over the world gather in the capital, and the royal family will naturally not be stingy. On this day, all the candidates who come to participate in the examination can enjoy the royal dishes and fine wines rewarded by the court, and the garrisons of the major sects will also be rewarded with fine wines from the palace. It can be said that everyone is celebrating!

Many people say that the birth of the prince on this day is a blessing for the country, but for Cui Yan, this day was the beginning of a nightmare.

"Master Cui, are you not going to keep the appointment?"

In Zhang's mansion, the entire Zhang family had already gone to the banquet, leaving Cui Yan alone at home. He thought that hiding in the minister's house would make that person forget him, but it seemed that he was overthinking. In fact, he should have guessed it earlier, because the last time, it was also at this time, she took him to the palace by force.

"Eunuch!" Cui Yan said with a gloomy face: "There are many people in the palace today, aren't you afraid?"

"It is precisely because there are so many people in the palace today that no one will notice it." The eunuch covered his mouth and laughed, "It is a rare opportunity to see such a beautiful scenery at such a good time."

"Isn't she really afraid?"

"Your Majesty is naturally not afraid." The eunuch said with a very complacent tone.

Cui Yan sneered: "If you are not afraid, why do you have to be so sneaky?"

"Lord Cui wants to act openly?" The eunuch looked at the other party with a smile.

"I" Cui Yan said angrily: "I don't want to!"

"Master Cui, please rest assured that the time you are looking forward to is not far away."

"What did I expect?" Cui Yan clenched his fist: "Please don't say these inexplicable words, eunuch!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The eunuch covered his mouth and chuckled, then looked at the sky: "It's getting late, Master Cui, shall we set off quickly?"

"I won't go!" Cui Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I won't go even if you kill me!"

"Really?" The eunuch looked at the other person dimly: "Even if you don't miss the queen, at least think about your child, right?"

Cui Yan: “.”
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"Mother!"

The prince was wearing a white tuxedo embroidered with golden dragons. The dragon robe concealed his originally weak complexion and made him look quite majestic.

"My son is really impressive." Inside Kunning Palace, the queen, dressed in her best clothes, looked at her son, who was a head taller than her, and smiled tenderly, "This is what a crown prince should look like."

"My son was too depressed in the past two days, which made mother worried." The prince smiled and bowed.

"There is no one outside of the relationship between mother and son, so why are you being so polite? Where is your father?"

"He is being tortured by those ministers in the Ministry of Rites." The prince laughed.

"Your father hates these rules the most, but today, for your sake, he has to endure them." The queen smiled and said, "Please don't embarrass him."

"The child knows." The prince smiled and then looked at the little meat ball hiding behind the queen.

"Little Seventeen really looks better and better the more I look at her." The prince narrowed his eyes and said, "Among all the princes, Little Seventeen is probably the best looking."

"Are you jealous?" The queen covered her mouth and smiled, "You were also very pretty when you were a child."

"Haha, the child is not a child anymore, why does he need a minister like you?" The prince laughed, but there was still doubt in his eyes when he looked at the little meat ball.

My father's health is getting worse day by day, but he was able to make my mother pregnant three years ago. Maybe it was because she had a child in her old age, so my mother was particularly fond of this younger brother. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that sometimes as long as I pay attention to my younger brother, my mother will protect him inexplicably, making him feel like an outsider.

"Go quickly. The people from the Ministry of Rites must be waiting anxiously. I will also make arrangements for the female relatives in the capital later."

"Yes, mother." The prince bowed and withdrew.

The queen looked at the prince's back quietly. There was no more tenderness in her eyes, and there was even coldness in them.

"He really looks like your father."

"Mother." The little glutinous rice dumpling behind him said softly, "Was my brother prettier than me when he was a child?"

"No way!" The queen picked up the child, her eyes filled with endless doting: "He is not even as good as a hair of yours!"

　It's the last week now, and the fourth round of recommendations is indeed the worst. You must read on steadily to have a chance. I'm begging you, dear readers.

(End of this chapter)