"Last class we talked about the Puppet Emperor of Yan," the old man with a white beard who taught the general history course coughed, "Can anyone tell me why we call him the Puppet Emperor?"
There are only two students in the school. You look at me and I look at you. "Whoa!" The two top students raised their hands at the same time.
"Come here." The old man pointed at Zhao Yuer with a smile.
The little girl glanced at Yang Zhen proudly, stood up and replied crisply: "Because this emperor killed his father and many of his brothers, and his position was unfair..."
"Yeah." The old man still smiled and didn't say whether he was right or wrong. He looked at Yang Zhen:
"What do you have to add?"
Yang Zhen stood up: "This man is a monk. A monk cannot be an emperor in the mortal world. He violated the sect's rules and is a false emperor."
"Okay, okay! Everything is fine. Next, let's talk about how the puppet emperor of Yan died, and the rise of the Xu Kingdom..."
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General history class is a class that both Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er like very much. Zhao Yue'er just likes to listen to historical stories, while Yang Zhen is very interested in the development and evolution of the world. The energetic old man on the podium was specially invited by the Zhao family from the county government. He is a knowledgeable master. After months of study, Yang Zhen became familiar with the historical process of the land of Xu. Since the rise of the Yunxiao Sect three thousand years ago, three unified dynasties have appeared on this continent.
The first dynasty was Wei. The founding emperor was a Jindan elder from the Yunxiao Sect. At that time, the royal family could practice cultivation. As a result, later on, the conflict between the imperial power and the clan became increasingly acute due to the competition for resources. When it came to the fifth emperor of the Wei Kingdom, he himself was an extremely talented monk who had cultivated to Nascent Soul in just three hundred years.
This emperor, who believed that his cultivation could compete with the Yunxiao Sect, asked for a re-division of the world, but the sect would naturally not agree. So there was a great war, the Wei State was destroyed, and this man was imprisoned until his death.
After the Wei Kingdom came the Yan Kingdom. It was said that his ancestor was from the same clan as the Yunxiao Ancestor, and he was found by some ancient elders of the Yunxiao Sect and made him the emperor. Yunxiao Sect accepted the lesson and established a rule that monks could not be emperors. If someone in the royal family practices cultivation, then this person will follow the path of cultivation and cannot enjoy worldly power.
As a result, the royal family no longer had the power to resist in front of the sect, and obediently became the sect's tool to control this land.
However, eight hundred years later, something happened again, and this person was the Puppet Emperor of Yan.
This man was the prince of the previous emperor. The emperor who lived for more than a hundred years was particularly fertile. By the time he became terminally ill, his descendants numbered one hundred thousand. Legally speaking, they were all qualified to inherit the throne.
This puppet emperor of Yan was a monk. He was sent to the sect to practice very early, and he entered the realm of Zifu in less than a hundred years. Then, the ambitious Zifu returned to the palace and forced the already senile emperor to make him the prince. The monks stationed in the palace of the Yunxiao Sect verified his identity as the prince through his blood essence, but did not find out that he was a monk.
In this way, he naturally became the prince. In order to prevent long nights and nightmares, he soon killed his father with a secret method and ascended the throne as emperor. Later, he killed thousands of brothers and nephews who knew his details.
He did all this naturally not willing to be a puppet of the sect. He quickly contacted the secret envoy of Qin State, a large country to the west of Xu State, and proposed to cede the two states of Shao and Chong. Among them, Shaozhou at the junction of Qin and Xu was returned to the Qin State, and Chongzhou to the south of Shaozhou was under its jurisdiction. The condition was that the Qin State protected his safety, allowed him to successfully establish the country, and provided him with the elixir to advance to the golden elixir.
"This puppet emperor of Yan would rather be the emperor of a state and actually control the resources of a state than be the nominal lord of nine states..." The old man sighed: "After that, he pretended to go to Shaozhou to inspect , with the help of Qin, controlled the monks in Shaozhou. At the same time, a rebellion also broke out in Chongzhou..."
There was a change in Shaozhou, and Yunxiao Sect quickly sent out Jindan monks to arrive, and even Yuanying Ancestor also dispatched. However, the response from the Qin State was not slow. Yuanying and Jindan also came. After negotiations, the two sides finally agreed to control the scale of the war below the Zi Mansion, and some areas were even contested by mortal armies.
When the war began, both sides not only mobilized monks and troops from their own territories, but also recruited casual monks. What interests Yang Zhen is that the Zhao family emerged at this time. At that time, the ancestor of the Zhao family was a sword cultivator from the far west region, with a cultivation level in Zifu. He was recruited to join the Yunxiao Sect and made many military exploits. After the war, he was named Changshan Bo, and his fiefdom was Changshan County on the side of Zhuyang County.
This war lasted for ten years. In the end, Yunxiao Sect relied on the advantages of geographical location and numbers to drive Qin back, and the puppet emperor of Yan was also captured and killed.
"The founding emperor of the Xu Kingdom was the commander-in-chief of the mortal army at the time. Because of his greatest contribution, the Yunxiao Sect made him the human emperor after the war, replacing the Yan Kingdom..."
"From now on, it has become an iron rule of the sect that the royal family cannot practice." The old man finally said.
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After the general history class, there was literature, including literacy. Yang Zhen naturally studied with Zhao Yue'er in a disciplined manner. Fortunately, it was not the kind of four books and five classics that needed to be memorized by rote. The two primary school bullies found it easy to learn.
After two classes, it was noon.
"Little Shitou," Zhao Yue'er brought her little face closer: "I heard from Caisi that you just made a bathing thing. Take me to see it."
"Hey, it's not done yet!" Yang Zhen waved her hand. He had been tinkering with the kind of shower he had in his previous life for the past two days.
"I go first."
When Yang Zhen returned to Shuiheyuan, Zhao Gui had already sent over the processed rat meat. A large vat contained twenty kilograms of monster meat, which was enough for Yang Zhen for ten days; another pottery bowl contained five kilograms. catty.
After lunch, he greeted Caisi and asked her to rest, then he went to the medicine garden carrying the pottery bowl.
He has been to this place many times and is already familiar with it.
When we arrived at the medicine garden, we could smell the rich aroma of vegetation from a distance. There was a bamboo hut on the slope in the middle of the medicine garden. A short, fat man in his forties was lying on a chair. He saw Yang Zhen coming and didn't say a word.
Yang Zhen stepped forward and handed the pottery bowl to the man:
"Uncle An, I went to Fangshi this morning and brought you some mountain rat meat."
The man took the pottery bowl, took a look at it, and forced a smile on his face:
"Come find your brother again, go!"
This man's name is Zhao Qian'an. He is the steward of this medicine garden and a fourth-level monk. However, his progress in cultivation is very slow. He is still in the middle stage of Qi training in his forties.
When Tiezhu was first assigned, he was not liked by the manager either because of his appearance or personality, and he was scolded by him almost every day. Later, Yang Zhen came to the medicine garden and brought him small gifts every now and then. Once, she even brought Zhao Yue'er over to play. After this, this man finally became much kinder to Tie Zhu.
This medicinal garden is about a dozen acres, divided into areas of different sizes, and there are many servants and medicinal farmers working in it. When Yang Zhen found Tiezhu, he was holding a pair of scissors and pruning a half-human-tall spiritual plant.
"What are you doing?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.
"This is the green flame grass. Every time it rains, this grass will grow a lot of leaves, which will disperse the power of the medicine. The excess needs to be cut off." Tie Zhu was busy with his hands and just nodded when he saw Yang Zhen coming over.
"What about these clipped leaves? Throw them away?"
"Of course throw it away, there's no use keeping it."
"Then give it to me and I'll throw it away."
Yang Zhen remembered that once in the stone space, he asked Xiaocao if she wanted to transplant some spiritual plants from outside to accompany her, but Xiaocao refused. This little thing can only express some simple emotions, so when asked her why, Xiaocao had no explanation.
Yang Zhen knew that as long as it was an ingredient with spiritual power, this little thing could actually absorb it. It's just that Xiaocao doesn't like some spiritual materials, such as monster meat, as they seem to be harmful to her.
These cut leaves also have spiritual power inside, although it is very weak. Yang Zhen is going to try it to see if it is useful for Xiaocao. He asked Tie Zhu for a cloth bag, collected all the cut branches and leaves one by one, and quickly filled it.
"Let's install these first. If it's useful, come back later." He thought to himself.
Tie Zhu finished trimming the green flame grass and was a little tired, so the two chatted for a while. Tiezhu was also blessed by Yang Zhen, otherwise he wouldn't be able to rest like this.
After chatting for a while, Yang Zhen looked at the sky. It was almost midnight, and this afternoon was the martial arts class again. He stood up to take his leave.
"Wait." Tie Zhu pulled him to a row of redwood trees.
"Do me a favor." After Tie Zhu said this, he took off his pants and started swaying towards one of the mahogany trees.
"What are you doing?"
"This is called the red sand tree, a fire-natured plant. It is acclimatized to some conditions in Baiyun Mountain. The boy's urine can help it clear away heat and reduce fire." Tie Zhu explained with a smile.
After saying that, he motioned Yang Zhen to hurry up and stop the ink stains with his eyes.
"Okay, I'll come too."
For the sake of brothers, you are not afraid even if you shed your blood, let alone just taking off your belt?
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Shenshi, martial arts field
Zhao Yue'er saluted the bearded Zhao Qing respectfully: "Hello, sir!"
Yang Zhen also saluted: "Good teaching."
Zhao Qing is now Zhao Yue'er's master, not just her teacher. This was the time when Madam came to the martial arts field in person and asked Zhao Yue'er to recognize her as her master in front of everyone. The purpose was probably to undo the negative impact of that slap.
However, Zhao Qing is indeed very capable. Although he is a mortal, he is the one who has the deepest knowledge and mastery of the Zhao family's swordsmanship among the clan. The Zhao family's swordsmanship emphasizes flexible steps and fast and sharp sword movements. Although Zhao Qing is limited by his cultivation and cannot achieve perfection in these two aspects, he understands the essence of swordsmanship quite thoroughly.
As usual, Yang Zhen stood at the stake for half an hour. In Zhao Qing's words, Yang Zhen has strong strength and a very good foundation of bones and muscles, but she has not practiced well before and her chassis is unstable, so she must first practice basic skills.
After standing on the pile, he began to walk the Wuyuan Step. The so-called Wuyuan is another name for cat. This pace is weird and changeable, just like a cat, making it hard for people to guard against. It is the basis for practicing Zhao's swordsmanship.
There are seven moves in Wuyuan Step. Zhao Yue'er has already learned them all. What he needs in the future is proficiency. When she starts practicing, through the use of spiritual energy, this pace will be greatly improved, making it even more dazzling and difficult to guard against.
Yang Zhen has just finished learning the first form and is getting familiar with it. Practicing this kind of pace requires the body to have good flexibility, which is just right for Yang Zhen, who has already practiced gymnastics.
"When I finish learning everything, the little girl will have no advantage in front of me. Then it will be my turn to become a serf and sing." Yang Zhen imagined the moment in the future when she would avenge her shame.
But now, he still has to be ravaged by this little girl.
After an hour of practice, the final program of the martial arts class was the competition between the two. This was the rule set by the mama for the two of them.
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The two children stood neatly on the court, holding fists and saluting each other.
Zhao Yue'er's eyes were bright and eager to try; Yang Zhen's eyes were evasive, looking left and right.
Following Zhao Qing's order, the competition began.
Yang Zhen roared and rushed over.
Zhao Yue'er dodged slightly and refused to confront him head-on.
Yang Zhen ignored it and continued to rush forward.
Zhao Yue'er stomped her feet behind and yelled: "You bad guy, you're doing this again!"
Then he shouted to Zhao Qing: "Master, draw a circle from now on and don't leave the circle!"
Yang Zhen rushed to an earthen wall, turned around and stood against the wall, clenching her hands into fists and staring at Zhao Yue'er who was following him without blinking.
This was his helpless move after repeated defeats. Zhao Yue'er's body skills were so good that she could often go around behind him and hit the joints on his legs, making him unstable. So he came up with this stupid way to fight against the wall so that he wouldn't be afraid of her detours.
Zhao Yue'er complained for a while, but when Zhao Qing ignored her, she angrily began to attack Yang Zhen.
Her body was light and her steps were nimble. She jumped back and forth in front of Yang Zhen, and her punches varied. Yang Zhen often thought she was going to attack from the left and was prepared, but with a "Peng" sound, she was hit on the right side. One punch.
Fortunately, Yang Zhen was very resistant to beatings. Especially when she started the second stage of physical training, her skin was rough and her flesh was thick. As the hope of the Zhao family's future, Zhao Yue'er naturally also practices the Zhao family's own body-building techniques, and the power of each punch is not small. But she is still a little girl after all, and her strength is limited.
Yang Zhen was punched several more times. This time, he seized the opportunity and punched Zhao Yuer unexpectedly. "Ah", it hit Zhao Yuer's head, and the little girl's face suddenly turned blue.
Zhao Yue'er was really angry now, like a fierce little leopard, with faster steps and a more tricky angle for punching. "Peng Peng Peng", Yang Zhen seemed to have turned into a wooden stake and was beaten by her more than ten times in a row.
Yang Zhen's body felt so turbulent that she almost vomited. He endured it, as if he were playing "whack-a-mole", and when he felt it coming, he would raise his fist and hit it. After doing this for more than ten times, Zhao Yuer was hit again.
The two of them just hurt each other, going back and forth for a quarter of an hour. Finally, when Zhao Yue'er hit her right waist again, Yang Zhen couldn't help but vomit and had to raise her hands and surrender.
After losing many times, he won't be as stubborn as the first time.
"I won!" Zhao Yuer looked up with a panda face and jumped up happily.
The madam appeared on the sidelines at some point. Seeing her daughter's performance, she felt distressed and happy at the same time. She pulled Zhao Yue'er to her side and recited the mantra silently in her heart. A green light soon appeared on her fingertips. She gently touched her daughter's little face, and soon the bruises on her face dissipated, and her fair little face, as if carved from the finest jade, returned to its original appearance.
"This kid is so cruel." The mother-in-law was indignant.
"Aniang, I'm fine. You can also treat Xiao Shitou."
"It can't be cured. He hit you so hard. Your mother has exhausted all her magic power to cure you." The lady said angrily.
"Mom, you are so stingy." Zhao Yue'er hugged her mother's neck and laughed.
