royal palace.
The emperor in dragon robes walked slowly in the imperial garden, his expression heavy and hesitant.
It wasn't until he reached a simple and elegant attic in the depths of the garden that Yin Zishou stopped and looked up at the handwriting he had written on the plaque.
"Piaomiao Pavilion..."
The emperor took a deep breath, his eyes became firm, and he walked towards the attic door.
The wooden door opened by itself with the emperor's footsteps.
Piaomiao Pavilion is derived from the meaning of Piaomiao Shenao. In the pavilion, cigarettes are floating, and the surrounding walls are lined with layers of red candles.
In the center of the pavilion stands a tall Taoist statue.
On the futon in front of the statue, a graceful figure sat cross-legged. A simple Taoist robe could not hide the exquisite curves. An alluring face was as delicate and flawless as a jade sculpture.
The moment he saw the woman, Yin Zishou was in a trance for a moment.
Even though he was an emperor of the highest rank and could fall into the arms of all the beauties in the world, he could not get the woman in front of him, and he could only covet her endlessly.
The woman in Taoist robes is the current Grand Master of the Jin Dynasty, Ling Miaoqing.
"Why did your Majesty come to Piaomiao Pavilion?"
Ling Miaoqing opened her eyes, her water-cut eyes were spotless, like an ancient pond without waves.
The ethereal voice seemed to come from the nine heavens and sounded faintly.
While speaking, Ling Miaoqing remained sitting cross-legged on the futon without getting up.
The emperor was not annoyed at all, but said with great respect:
"I came here this time to ask the Imperial Master to help me find something."
"Yes, but Your Majesty must think carefully. I promised to help His Majesty three times. I already acted once fifteen years ago, and this time is the second time."
Ling Miaoqing's delicate face showed neither sadness nor joy, and her voice was cold.
Yin Zishou secretly gritted his teeth, nodded heavily and said:
"I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I still hope that the national master will help!"
"Your Majesty, what are you looking for?" Ling Miaoqing said calmly.
Yin Zishou was silent for a moment and said in a serious tone:
"Imperial jade seal!"
The lost jade seal was a thorn in Yin Zishou's heart.
His ability to ascend to the throne had little to do with his own abilities, but luck. Therefore, Yin Zishou was extremely concerned about his status. He had been restless and anxious these days.
It was impossible for Yin Zishou to spread the news about the theft of the jade seal, let alone spread it, otherwise his throne would attract more rumors.
It has been spread among the people that Yin Zishou has stolen the country. If the people of Li know that the emperor has lost his jade seal, his Yin Zishou's throne will be even more unstable.
Ling Miaoqing nodded slowly, without asking any more questions, her expression unchanged at all.
I saw the female Imperial Master stretching out her jade-like left hand and grabbing it in four directions: southeast, northwest and northwest.
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon occurred!
On the east side, a stream of gold sand comes from the sky.
On the south side, a green leaf appeared out of thin air.
On the west side, a small stream meanders.
On the north side, a ball of flames rose.
Then Ling Miaoliang pressed her palms on the ground and softly uttered the word "condensation" in her mouth.
Large pieces of sand and gravel emerged from the ground instantly!
The five forces of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth merged and condensed with each other in the attic, forming a huge Nine Palaces Bagua diagram!
The Bagua diagram rotates on its own, exuding a shocking and mysterious atmosphere.
Ling Miaoqing was located in the center of the Bagua diagram. She closed her eyes slightly and quickly performed the spell with both hands.
Star-like haloes lit up one after another on the Bagua map, becoming more and more dense, forming a huge map.
Yin Zishou was inexplicably shocked and subconsciously held his breath.
When the entire Nine Palaces Bagua was completely filled with starlight, those halos began to gradually extinguish.
In the end, there was only a light spot in front of Ling Miaoqing's side, flickering on and off.
Ling Miaoqing opened her eyes and looked, her beautiful eyebrows suddenly moved, and a trace of doubt flashed in her bright eyes, but the doubt soon disappeared.
The Bagua diagram stopped running and dissipated.
Peace is restored in the attic.
Yin Zisheng said anxiously: "Master, have you ever found the whereabouts of the jade seal?"
"Found it." Ling Miaoqing said in a calm voice.
Yin Zi was overjoyed and asked: "I wonder where the jade seal has wandered? I will send someone to find it immediately!"
Ling Miaoqing glanced at the joyful emperor and slowly said four words.
"Tianqi Academy."
Upon hearing this, Yin Zishou's expression froze.
No matter where the jade seal is, Yin Zishou is sure to send his capable men to find it, and then kill the confidants who know about it. Then no one will know that the jade seal was lost, and it will not be spread.
The Imperial Preceptor was from outside the country, and Yin Zishou believed that the Imperial Preceptor would not spread the news.
However, there was only one place in the entire Jin Dynasty that even Yin Zi received the imperial power could not reach.
That is Tianqi Academy!
The jade seal fell in Tianqi Academy, and Yin Zishou could only keep it out of reach. He did not dare to send people to find it, let alone level the academy.
Even if Yin Zishou wanted to silence everyone in the academy, he couldn't do it.
Because Tianqi Academy has the ability to destroy a country!
The emperor came here in good spirits, but returned in disgrace, not thinking about food and drink, and feeling depressed.
Yun Que really wanted to eat, but unfortunately he couldn't.
Sitting at the foot of Wuxin Cliff until dusk, the three warriors were all so hungry that their stomachs screamed.
Tu Su looked at the wound medicine in the bottle and swallowed. It was estimated that if he had been hungry for half a day, the Khan could even eat the wound medicine made from sheep eggs.
Yun Que looked around.
From the bottom of the cliff to the academy, there is only one exit, and it is a large iron gate that has been blocked by Song Lili for a long time, making it impossible to get out.
On both sides of the cliff bottom, there are some lush grasses with large leaves.
Manshen was so hungry that he ran over and got a lot of grass leaves and chewed them up.
Tu Su also took two bites and then vomited it out.
"Bah! It tastes terrible!" Tu Su cursed.
"I think it's okay, it's better than being hungry!" Manshen ate very hard. He pointed to the stone wall at the end of the weeds and said, "When I was pulling the weeds, I saw there were words there!"
"I recognize this word! One hundred taels of hundred!" Tu Su ran over and happily pointed out one of the words.
Except for the word "hundred", Tu Su and Man Shen didn't recognize anything else, so they called Yun Que to come over and take a look.
Yun Que came closer, looked at the handwriting, and read:
"It's not as gorgeous as a hundred flowers in spring, it only shares the clouds with the vine leaves. When the cold comes, I'd like to bake them in the furnace, and bring a handful of red hearts to your home."
This is a small poem, and there is a signature below.
"Qin Meng's bad writing." Yun Que muttered.
"Who is Qin Meng Zhuobi? Are we from the grassland? Such a strange name." Tu Su scratched his head and said.
"Zhubi is a modest term. It describes that my poems are not elegant and I am just humble." Yun Que said helplessly.
"You're so humble and you still write nonsense poems. How about roasting in a furnace? Does he think he's a sweet potato?" Tu Su said disapprovingly: "I think this Qin Meng should be a sweet potato roaster..."
As he spoke, Tu Su suddenly covered his mouth.
He finally remembered who Qin Meng was.
"Great wine sacrifice!" Man Shen shouted.
Qin Meng is the contemporary head of the Tianqi Academy and the great sacrificer.
After Yun Que saw the little poem in the corner, his eyes moved.
He naturally understood what was described in the poem. Tu Su was right, this poem was about sweet potatoes.
At this moment, Yun Que also remembered that Mei Qian once said that there was a large field of sweet potatoes planted behind the academy.
Looking at the weeds in front of him again, Yun Que patted his head.
I didn't notice it just now, but Yun Que recognized this kind of leaf as a sweet potato leaf!
I took a handful of it and lifted it up with the roots and leaves, and it turned out to be a ripe sweet potato!
"Haha! There's something to eat!"
Tu Su and Man Shen were overjoyed and hurriedly started digging sweet potatoes.
Under Wuxin Cliff, a fire was lit, and the three of them were roasting sweet potatoes, talking and laughing.
I can't stand being hungry for ten days, but with such a big piece of sweet potato, filling my stomach is not a problem.
Yun Que ate the roasted golden sweet potatoes, looked back at the corner where the poem was engraved, and sighed in his heart.
Sweet potatoes will not grow by themselves, they must have been planted by Qin Meng, the great sacrificer.
This great priest is definitely not just growing sweet potatoes in his spare time, but is giving it to the students who are retreating at Wuxin Cliff or facing the wall to satisfy their hunger.
He should be a pretty good old man, Yun Que thought.
The student made a mistake and deserved punishment, but Dajijiu, like an elder who loves his children and grandchildren, secretly planted sweet potatoes here. As long as he dug them up, he would be full.
If a student does not recognize sweet potato leaves and cannot understand the meaning of the poem, then he or she deserves to be hungry.
After eating, Yun Que fell on the ground, looked at the stars in the sky and said:
"Great Khan, why do you prairie people rob the people on the border? Don't you have nothing to eat? There are quite a lot of cattle and sheep on the grassland."
Tu Su also fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out, and said proudly:
"We grassland people are wolves. We are born to eat meat. Robbery is a natural instinct! Tribes fight all the year round. There is rarely peace. Our Tianying tribe did not go to your Jin country to rob. We are all those big Only the tribes will go to war. We have too few people and we are self-sufficient, so we don’t have to go out to fight and kill.”
"It turns out there are many tribes in the grasslands, so why are you taking the risk to come to the academy? You don't have to fight, it would be great to go home and live a good life." Yun Que said.
"It's called making an umbrella before the rain comes. There's a word for it, what's the rain coming?" Tu Su said, scratching his big head.
"Be prepared for a rainy day." Yun Que sighed and said, "Great Khan, you should go to Hongru Hall to learn how to read first."
"It's so troublesome to read! When I take over the grassland, just grab ten teachers and follow me. Let them read the words they don't know!" Tu Su said.
"To unify the grassland, your ambition is great enough, but your hope is slim." Yun Que said.
"That's why I came to the academy to study! I won't go back until I reach the sixth rank, no! I won't go back until I reach the fifth rank!" Tu Su said boldly.
"Well, if it's fifth grade, we might have a chance to go home alive." Man Shen next to him nodded in agreement.
When Tu Su heard this, he was immediately discouraged and lamented:
"I held my breath when I came here. I finally got to the Academy. I never thought about how to go back. Hey, I can't get out of Tianqi Imperial City, and it's even harder to climb the Black Iron City."
Yun Que was amused and said, "Then you attack the fourth rank and see who can stop it."
"It makes sense! We prairie men are the most courageous!" Tu Su became more energetic and jumped up to compete with Man Shen.
The two of them wrestled and compared their strength, and the fall was so exciting.
Yun Que's hands itched at the sight, he stood up and said, "Add me, you two will come together."
"What a loud tone!"
"We're not welcome!"
Tu Su and Man Shen joined forces to attack Yun Que.
After the warriors have eaten, their favorite entertainment is sparring and fighting.
Yun Que had just advanced to the seventh-level God Refining Realm, and he happened to use Tu Su and Man Shen to test his combat power.
The three people started a wheel battle, punching and kicking, and the fight was endless.
The energy of a seventh-level warrior recovers very quickly, far beyond what can be achieved by an eighth-level warrior. Yun Que's strength is extremely strong at this time, and he can fight for three days and three nights without any problem.
This was unimaginable when I was at the eighth level before.
Regardless of speed or strength, it is much stronger than the eighth-level realm.
Especially the mastery of inner energy made Yun Que feel like he was completely reborn!
At the eighth level, a punch is the power of a punch, without any blessing, and the fist is completely driven by external force.
At the seventh level, when Yun Que punches, not only does his external force become stronger, he can also mobilize his internal energy, doubling the power of his punch, and his attack power is extremely astonishing.
During the discussion with the two of them, Yun Que figured out on his own how to beat the cow across the mountain.
He punched Tu Su, but Man Shen behind him was blown away.
This method is the unique ability of seventh-grade god-refining realm warriors and a perfect display of inner strength.
The three men fought fiercely, from the bottom of the cliff to the top of the cliff.
The cliff is not completely flat, and there are many places to stay on it. Ordinary people cannot climb up, but seventh-level martial artists will have no problem.
Yun Que had just arrived, and he didn't know the rule against climbing to the top of Wuxin Cliff. Tu Su and Man Shen were so happy that they forgot about the rule.
The three of them not only fought on the top of the cliff, but finally jumped on the saint's ruins and continued to punch and kick.
The stones engraved with writings were equivalent to being inlaid on the top of the cliff. They could not withstand the strength of three seventh-level warriors. Two large stones were soon shaken down and landed with a roar.
The loud sound of rocks falling to the ground woke up the three fighting men.
"broken!"
Yun Que felt bad.
It was the handwriting of a saint. Although it could not be broken, the sound was too loud and would definitely alarm Xuezheng in the academy.
Tu Su and Man Shen suddenly woke up, their big faces suddenly changed color, and they hurriedly jumped to the bottom of the cliff to check the rocks.
Just as Yun Que was about to jump down, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something in the groove of the mountain after the rocks fell.
He reached out and touched it, and pulled out a small, square box the size of a palm. It was very exquisitely made.
Out of curiosity, Yun Que opened it and took a look.
Then his eyes changed.
