The Great Seminary

Chapter 172 Killing the Donkey and Eating the Meat

Right Hall of Guiyang Palace.

In a huge square room that is a thousand steps long and wide.

The large crystal windows on the roof focus the sunlight in the sky and reflect it downwards.

It shines on the clear spring in the center, reflecting countless patterns, texts, and dynamic images.

It is a rare geological resource called 'Yingshui Lingbi' that can carry and teach the Daoist techniques.

Since returning to the True Dragon Kingdom, Zhang Gui placed the jade talisman book containing the "Annual Record of Four Seasons, Wind, Rain, and Thunder" into the "Shadow Water" to decipher it.

However, it was not until today that I learned the methods to enter the Tao of the two exercises of 'Lichun' and 'Qingzhe'.

"When I used my mind to instill the skills I had mastered into 'Shadow Water Spirit Jade', although my mind would be distracted from time to time and I couldn't complete it in one go, the process was extremely fast.

Now, he is learning new skills by using the 'Shadow Water Spirit Bi' to decipher the 'Jade Talisman Book'. Although he is not affected, his speed is as slow as a turtle.

If I continue at the current pace, I'll have to remain in seclusion for a year to obtain the complete "Four Seasons, Wind, Rain, and Thunder Yearbook"—it's really troublesome."

Zhang Gui pondered secretly in his heart, worked hard in front of Lingbi until late at night, and finally mastered the Jingzhe technique.

He left the right hall yawning.

The next morning.

He called a group of high-ranking officials from the True Dragon Kingdom to his side and held a small circle "political breakfast".

Among them, the newly appointed Grand Chancellor and the first Grand Speaker are the must-attend figures every time, and the rest of the people sit in rows according to their ranks.

“Old Sang Gui, let’s put the assault on Gujing City on hold.

The various movements related to King Zhen's "residence" have changed a lot in recent days.

I have to hurry back to Xianrong Island to keep an eye on it."

"Your Majesty, Gujing City can be razed to the ground with just one charge from me and my 'A' army.

There was no need for you to lead the army in person."

Sang Gui grinned, chewing the pig's trotter drizzled with red oil and white vinegar, and said with a smile.

Zhang Gui shook his head.

“I’m not saying that Gujing City is difficult to attack, but what if something happens to King Zhen, who is the biggest variable in the Ming-Song River Basin of the East Inland Sea?

It's better for us to be still than to move.

You continue to train.

Although the Second and Third Armies of the "A" character have been established, they are not veterans after all.

Especially after transforming into the "Stone Corpse Soldiers", the army formation "Golden Soldiers" that spontaneously awakened.

"Connect your minds, unify your strength, and defeat the enemy in every battle."

I don’t think it’s possible now, so we need to adapt quickly.

I also have a bold plan for the future and I want to make use of a proposal you once mentioned.

Using the Xuanzhi Mountains as a guerrilla base, they attacked the family's farm.

And recruit volunteers in the poor and humble western Guangdong..."

After mumbling for a while, Zhang Gui's mind started to work and he remembered the connection between Xihezhou's ocean-going merchants and the Yuanshan people.

His head turned to Song Wenhua,

"Song Gong, Zhao Sanshi is doing very well in 'Civilized Pioneer City' now.

You might as well send more people to contact him and find a way to save the country in a roundabout way.

First, we should use Xihe sea merchants to raise the banner of our "True Dragon Country" in Yuanshan Country. After all, the Outer Ocean is so vast, and there are dozens of barbarian island countries, if not countless.

It will be convenient for me to see the color of the immortal iron wood in the future.

In fact, if there had not been this incident of King Zhen’s inspection tour.

Maybe I'm already on the grasslands of Yuanshan Country, looking at a completely different world."

It has been seventeen or eighteen years since he reincarnated into another world, and his achievements are still good.

But in reality, he had only ever been confined to the small corner of the Luan Ya Archipelago, outside of the Siyang Commandery of the Ming and Song Kingdoms. Meanwhile, at the same age in his previous life, Zhang Gui, relying on his parents' wealth, had traveled half the world and witnessed the sights of many different civilizations.

Therefore, I feel inexplicably depressed now.

But in fact, it’s just that life is too smooth and too good, so it’s just a waste of time.

The cunning Song Wenhua guessed this, but he couldn't say it openly to his boss, so he said loudly:
"Your Majesty, the rise of the Divine Cong is rare in the world, your cultivation aptitude is undoubtedly top-notch, and you have great ambitions and a far-sighted vision!
In the future, we will be able to break through all the barriers, climb to the highest place, and have a bird's eye view of this world!
What's the pity of not appreciating the scenery now?"

"Hiss, Lord Song, it really is true that 'old people are wise, and old trees are spirits.'

I thought I'd avoid your flattery today, but I was caught off guard."

“Your Majesty, that’s because everything I think, say, and do comes from my heart.

That’s why you benefit so much.”

Song Wenhua smiled when he heard this.

Zhang Gui clapped and laughed when he heard this, and the whole palace was suddenly filled with joy.

After finishing his breakfast, Zhang Gui left the Real Dragon Kingdom and headed straight for Xianrong Island...

Hanseong-fu, the ancient capital of the former Kingdom of Korea and the capital of Gyeonggi-do.

It is also the largest city on Xianrong Island with the most magnificent architecture.

Outside the west city gate, next to the national highway.

A separate courtyard room among an old brick and tile house.

Lu Zhenduan, the old staff of Prince Zhen's "Xingzai" and the fifth-rank prime minister of the Dragon and Tiger Shogunate, was reading a book out of boredom.

Suddenly, I heard a noise outside the door, and then a familiar voice came into my ears.

"Is there anyone in the yard? I'm bringing back some good stuff."

"There are people, there are people, there are naturally people."

Lu Zhenduan suddenly jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the house.

Zhang Gui was seen riding a big blue donkey, and behind him was a small donkey loaded with dried meat strips, frozen soy sauce blocks, vinegar blocks and other food condiments.

Standing in the yard.

Lu Zhenduan, who hadn't seen meat for a long time, suddenly started spitting out of his mouth.

Dancing and saying:
"Ah, as expected, you, a fourth-rank general, are of high status and have enough face to get all these good things.

Wonderful, wonderful! It looks like we can enjoy a feast tonight with the help of the east wind!"

"I don't have that much face. I exchanged these two donkeys and the groceries for thirty taels of gold at Sichuan Port.

If I had known it was so expensive, I would have shipped two horses for transport."

As he spoke, Zhang Gui jumped off the big blue donkey, turned around, made shooting gestures with his hands, and shot out two steam bombs from his fingertips.

Instantly smashed the heads of the two animals beside him.

Lu Zhenduan was startled and blurted out, "Long Hu, what are you doing?"

"What to do? Eat it, of course.

Although they dared not mobilize the horses in Sichuan and Hong Kong, they could still pick out a few of the best mules.

But I asked for two donkeys. Why? Because of the saying, 'Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground.'"

"But without these two donkeys, you will have no strength to walk."

"Tell the truth, hahaha.

I, a fourth-rank general who opened the Dragon and Tiger Army, was personally promoting the "Nine Islands Expedition", but in the eyes of King Zhen, I was not even worth a first-class horse.

Lao Lu, we are old friends now, so tell me the truth.

The winter in Dongneihai is so cold that it is true that high-yield potatoes can be grown, but it takes a full half year from planting to harvesting.

The people are exhausted, the horses are exhausted, and the food and fodder are insufficient. What on earth does His Royal Highness Prince Zhen want to do?"

(End of this chapter)