Chapter 37: My heart is hard to understand and no one knows "Your Majesty, since she is the daughter of that woman, it is not impossible for her to refine the life-extending elixir." The man in white bowed and said. The person sitting there said nothing when he heard this, but just held his chin with his hand, as if he was in deep thought. "She is actually the daughter of that woman? Didn't that woman use her blood as a sacrifice to curse Your Majesty, causing Your Majesty to be like this now? How could she still be alive?" A charming woman walked out of the darkness, knelt on one knee and bowed to the person on the seat, "Why don't I capture her and offer her to Your Majesty, and either kill or chop her up to make Your Majesty feel better." "No!" The man in white hurriedly spoke out to stop them. "Not to mention that the Yuanqing Sect has a mountain defense formation that no one from the demon clan like us can enter. Just because that girl can make the life-extending pill, we can't do anything to her." "Then capture her and make pills for you every day. If she is disobedient, she can also entertain me on weekdays." The charming woman fiddled with the dagger in her hand, which was intriguing. "No!" The man in white spoke out to stop her again, and the enchanting woman couldn't help but feel suffocated. "This is not possible, and that is not possible. Could it be that you have other ideas about her?" The woman said this with a provocative look on her face. "I am different from you. Not everything can be used as a plaything." The man in white looked at the enchanting woman with contempt, then turned around, bowed, clasped his fists and said to the person sitting on the table: "That woman did use this girl as a sacrifice to harm Your Majesty, but now I don't know why she is still alive. According to my investigation, that woman died afterwards. In my humble opinion, it is better to wait for a while."
Upon hearing this, the person on the seat moved slightly, and after a moment he waved his hand downwards, and the man in white bent his body and disappeared. …… After a few days, 70% to 80% of the snow on the mountain melted away, leaving only a little bit, as if reluctant to leave the world, so they huddled together and fought stubbornly. After a snowfall, the mountains seemed to be washed clean, moist everywhere, and even the streams became turbulent. This snowfall delayed many days of practice, but Han Yang in Hufeng Hall informed the outer disciples that the martial arts performance at the end of the month would be held as scheduled. Many disciples complained when they heard this. The mountain was closed due to snow a few days ago, so there were no classes. Everyone was so busy having fun that they completely forgot about cultivation. But this was the decision made by the headmaster and the elders, so no one could do anything about it and had to intensify their cultivation. Of course, just as there are those who are free and easy, there are also those who work hard in secret. Cheng Xi remained calm about this. The first martial arts performance had a great impact on him. When he thought about the previous incident in the kitchen, he realized that there was a huge gap between himself and others. Even when the mountain was closed, he never slacked off and continued to meditate and practice martial arts every day to comprehend the truth. His master in the escort agency taught him a truth since he was a child - born in troubled times, the world is dangerous, life is like a chess game, and life is like an ant. If a person cannot be strict with himself and work hard to make progress in his life, even living is a luxury. Therefore, in his life, he hated those opportunists the most. So when someone spread the rumor that Zhao Wuyang was taking advantage of the situation, he took it seriously and disliked him. Such hard work really won the heart of Master Zhaoming. Although now everyone is still an outer sect disciple, the elders have already begun to keep an eye on those who can be trained. From time to time, they will come to the courtyard to observe. If the person suits their wishes, they may directly accept him/her as their disciple after promoting him/her to the inner sect, just like what happened to Zhenren Qianyuan that day. Of course, the disciples were unaware of this. Only those who practice sincerely can have this honor. Or maybe this person is indeed an unprecedented chosen one. But nowadays the spiritual energy in the world is so thin that the spiritual roots are already deficient. How can there be any so-called geniuses? But it's hard work.
A diligent person will have two if he has one. Ever since Long Qi received the Manual of the Chanlong Sword, he has been studying it attentively, and he had memorized most of it in just four or five days. Maybe it was because of the Seven Star Dragon Abyss, when he performed the sword moves, it was as if he was being led by the sword, and he was always able to use the moves fluently. But even so, the sword styles that followed always felt somewhat powerless for some reason. Long Qi thought that maybe it was because his cultivation was not good enough, so he couldn't use the power of it, or maybe he didn't understand the Dao enough and couldn't comprehend the mystery. Seeing Long Qi like this, Liu Xia was naturally unwilling to fall behind, but he was only a body forging and couldn't practice magic. He himself is well aware of this. But compared to Long Qi, his own advantages are also obvious: when it comes to swordsmanship, he is the most advanced among the four. After all, he has been practicing at home since he was a child, so naturally he is difficult for others to compare with. Therefore, while studying the "Guiyuan Sutra" with Zhao Wuyang, he also did not neglect the practice of swordsmanship. Relatively speaking, Zhao Wuyang had no special talents and he only started to practice swordsmanship after getting the basics. Perhaps because he was still young, his comprehension of the "Gui Yuan Jing" mostly needed explanations, and he was still confused about the control of the Qi channels in his body. However, the influence is mutual. With Long Qi taking the lead and Liu Xia accompanying him, and Zhao Wuyang himself being determined to practice, his grades would naturally not be too bad. But Xinyi seemed a little absent-minded. Ever since I came back from the kitchen on Winter Festival, I have been distracted and would stare out the window in a daze from time to time. This is also true when practicing sword. Although Xinyi's swordsmanship was far inferior to Liu Xia's, she had never had her sword knocked down in previous sword duels, and she had always held it tightly without letting go. Just now when the two of them were facing each other with swords, Liu Xia used a lifting move to knock the soft sword out of his hand, and it stuck straight into the crack of the brick, making a buzzing sound. Logically speaking, Xinyi is the one with the highest cultivation among the four, and Long Qi has never doubted this. During the previous conflict between the kitchen staff and Cheng Qi, he didn't even see how Xin Yi attacked, which shows how good his kung fu is. On the day of the martial arts performance, the two of them fought with swords, and although their fight was so ugly that it was laughable, and Master Fuyin stopped him halfway through, he did use all his strength, and Xinyi was able to take on all his blows without changing his expression, which showed that his skills were definitely better than his. Maybe he was just like him, not very good at using the soft sword, so he fought like that, but he would definitely not be defeated by Liu Xia. This person is a taciturn person, and it is really abnormal for him to be so distracted. When Xinyi saw the sword being knocked down, he was stunned for a moment, then went back to the house and sat by the window alone, as if he was thinking about something again, leaving the three people in the backyard looking at each other in bewilderment. "Cough!" Liu Xia coughed lightly to cover up, breaking the embarrassing situation. "What's wrong with him these days? Why is he so absent-minded?" Long Qi looked puzzled by the question and just shook his head to show that he didn't know. "Did he get sick from the dumplings he ate that day?" Zhao Wuyang looked into the house with concern. "Don't be silly. I've only heard of people getting sick from eating meat-filled dumplings, but how could one get sick from eating grass or fungi? Besides, if he had an upset stomach, why didn't he go to the west room?" Long Qi put Long Yuan into the scabbard, turned around and looked into the room. "But he has been like this since the afternoon of the Winter Festival. Could it be that the mushrooms that day were poisonous?"
"It shouldn't be," Liu Xia quietly crawled under the window and watched, "I also ate winter melon stuffing that day, and I'm fine now." Seeing him like this, Long Qi and Zhao Wuyang also followed suit and squatted at the window to look at Xin Yi who was in a daze in the room. "Are you missing home? Are you worried about your wife, children and the elderly?" Zhao Wuyang asked in a low voice while leaning against the window. Hearing this, Long Qi rolled his eyes. Xinyi had said that day that her family had suffered misfortune since she was young, so how could she have a wife and children... It's okay for a fool like you to forget things. But now it seems that the dumplings on Winter Festival must have brought back his childhood memories. As Long Qi thought about it, he suddenly understood. (End of this chapter)