Chapter 21 Sing a song when you have nothing to do Nothing changed that night, but early the next morning, Chen Chuanshan led several soldiers to the mountain. "Mr. Gu, please do not leave this courtyard for the next few days." In front of the courtyard gate, Chen Chuanshan looked solemn. "General, what happened?" Gu Yuanqing asked. "This is the Emperor's order, I have nothing else to tell you." Chen Chuanshan responded calmly, then turned to the two imperial guards who followed him and said in a deep voice: "You two stand guard at the gate of this courtyard. Anyone who talks to the people in the courtyard without permission will be beheaded! Anyone who leaves the courtyard without permission will be beheaded!" "promise!" Then Chen Chuanshan turned and left. Gu Yuanqing knew that these words were meant for him, but he just smiled faintly. If he really wanted to go out, not to mention the two soldiers in front of him, even Chen Chuanshan himself could not stop him.
In the afternoon, Gu Yuanqing finally understood why he was locked up in the courtyard. A large group of craftsmen and servants came to Beiquan Mountain. After these people went up the mountain, some began to repair houses, some cleaned the roads, and removed moss and weeds from the stone roads. Strong men were hired from the foot of the mountain to continuously bring various trees, polished rocks, bricks and tiles up the mountain. In a blink of an eye, the entire Beiquan Mountain became a construction site. This continued for the next few days. Although Gu Yuanqing did not leave the courtyard, he could clearly see the changes in the mountain. Three meals a day were still delivered to the courtyard by servants, and soldiers outside the gate worked in shifts day and night, never leaving their posts. Gu Yuanqing couldn't go out, but he didn't feel bored. He could look at the mountains and listen to the chatter of the craftsmen in the mountains, which was just entertainment. Most of these craftsmen were from nearby counties, and they obviously had no idea what had happened here. They only knew that they were notified by the government early that morning to put down their work and come to Beiquan Mountain. They had heard that this was a forbidden area, and when they first came here, they were worried that they would never come back. Now that so many people have come, and they are relieved only after the houses have been repaired. Apart from the trivial matters in the countryside, what they talked about the most was the eldest princess's wedding. Apparently, this news had spread throughout Daqian. Of course, what Gu Yuanqing did most these days was still the Lingshan Trial. Although he seemed to be lying in the yard basking in the sun and sleeping soundly, his mind had already sunk into the trial field. The opponents at this time have been upgraded from the sixth and seventh levels of Zhenwu to the eighth and ninth levels of Zhenwu. Most of these people are deacons, elders, or leaders of the Beiquan Sword Sect. Their swordsmanship was even more sophisticated; every move and every style they used was perfect, even superb, and every time they drew their swords it was at the most incredible moment. Almost everyone has his or her own unique swordsmanship. Ordinary sword moves are infinitely more powerful in the hands of these people. Coupled with the various Zhenwu wonders, combat has long since deviated from the original swordsmanship style. Gu Yuanqing frantically absorbed the insights gained from the battle. Even a true disciple of the sect would not have such treatment. Except in this trial, where else can one find so many different people at the high level of Zhenwu to fight against. Gu Yuanqing's progress in kendo is rapid, and his understanding of kendo is also changing with each passing day. His horizons are constantly improving, and he enjoys feeling the progress! The only thing that makes him feel a little unhappy at the moment is that it is not easy to practice sword skills freely in the courtyard.
If people knew about his progress in cultivation, it would probably cause trouble. For him right now, time is the most important thing. As long as some time passes, he will not be afraid even if the master comes. On the fourth day, Gu Yuanqing was asked to leave the courtyard again to make it easier for craftsmen to repair the collapsed house in his courtyard. On the way there, there were soldiers separating them, as if to prevent Gu Yuanqing from saying anything. The craftsmen who saw this scene speculated about Gu Yuanqing's identity and discussed it. A soldier shouted coldly: "Beiquan Mountain is a forbidden area. If you don't want to lose your head, don't look around and don't make irresponsible comments!" The aura of the Zhenwu monk was so powerful that it frightened all the craftsmen around him. They immediately fell silent, left in a hurry, or lowered their heads to do their own things. Gu Yuanqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was it really that serious? Most of these craftsmen have some training, although at most they are at the body-building or early stage of Yuanshi, but they are quick and powerful when doing things. In the previous life, it would have required various tools or many people to lift the wood, but now they could carry it to the roof by themselves. It only took one day to rebuild the collapsed house and courtyard wall, and Gu Yuanqing moved back. Nine days later, except for a few large halls that had not been repaired, the rest of the residential courtyards were all brand new. Beiquan Mountain seemed to have regained its former glory and was no longer a ruin. "This is the power of the imperial court. It seems that the dynasties of this world also have the potential to be infrastructure maniacs." Gu Yuanqing was lying in the yard, somewhat amazed, but until now, he still didn't know why he suddenly did this. By the early morning of the tenth day, all the craftsmen had gone down the mountain, and the entire Beiquan Mountain became empty again. After days of bustle, the place suddenly became so quiet that Gu Yuanqing was a little uncomfortable with it. "My two generals, I think the people in the mountain seem to have left. Can you let me go out for a walk?" The two people standing at the gate of the courtyard didn't even turn their heads back, just stood there motionless with their eyes on their noses and their noses on their hearts. "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent." After Gu Yuanqing finished speaking, he walked out of the yard. Clang! The two men drew their long swords from their waists and turned back at the same time with cold eyes, as if saying, if you take another half step forward, I will attack you. Gu Yuanqing raised his eyebrows, but after thinking about it, he retracted his steps. He returned to the yard, carrying a coffee table in one hand and a chair in the other, and placed them in front of the gate. Then he brought a pot of tea and a teacup, took out the dried fruits he had saved, put them on the table, and sat at the gate of the courtyard, saying, "Since I can't go out, is it okay for me to sit here at the gate and enjoy the scenery? I've been in the courtyard for more than ten days, and I'm tired of seeing everything." The two people outside the door were silent. As long as it did not violate military orders, they would naturally not care. They just stood there quietly, practicing their skills to sharpen their energy. But they obviously underestimated Gu Yuanqing's interest. "Hey, two generals, you said that Beiquan Mountain has been deserted for decades. Why is there so much construction all of a sudden?" Obviously no one would respond to him. Gu Yuanqing took a sip of tea and asked, "Did something serious happen?" Still no one responded. He put a dried fruit into his mouth and said, "Who else is coming?" The yard was quiet, with only the sound of him eating.
"Can't we talk about these things? Then let's talk about something else. Have you ever been to Yihongyuan in Kyoto? I heard that the top performer there was called Bai Mudan. Is she still the top performer now?" "I really want to drink the fine wine from Zuixianlou, and the eight dishes. I haven't eaten them for more than a year, especially the honey-glazed roast duck. I'm drooling just thinking about it." …… "There is a little song in Jinxi Road called Peach Blossom Smile. Which one is nice? How about I sing it for the two generals? Well, the moon is blooming in my hand, the clouds are smiling in my arms... Forget it, I can't sing it in that way. How about I sing a song for you guys?" "Ahem!" Gu Yuan cleared his throat: "A lonely lamp of sadness stands at the window. I'm behind the door pretending that you're still here. Old place..." He sang with great devotion, but it was obvious that he had no idea about his own singing level. The originally nice song sounded like the wailing of ghosts. As for those in this different world who have never heard such songs, it feels like a knife cutting their body, causing pain deep into their bones, or like a group of ants crawling on their hearts, causing discomfort all over. The two soldiers clenched their fists and their faces turned pale! (End of this chapter)