Yunli was dull. She had indeed read one or two fascinating books in the library.
A hundred years ago, on a bright and starry night, an unpopular prince of the previous dynasty met an immortal by chance. The immortal saw that his bones were strange and he was a martial arts practitioner, oh no, he was a prodigy who cultivated immortality, so he wanted to accept him as his disciple.
The down-and-out prince refused with courage. The immortal kept stalking him, but the prince was unmoved. The immortal continued to treat the virtuous corporal, but the prince was finally moved and explained the reason.
It turns out that the prince has a mother who is about to die. The prince is very filial and does not want to leave his mother.
After hearing this, the immortal waved his sleeves and took out an elixir. The concubine took it and immediately resurrected with full blood. Not only was her face glowing red, her body was great, she tasted delicious, but she was also several years younger, so the prince was happy. He went to cultivate immortality.
Yunli felt as if she was struck by lightning. Isn't such a bloody plot a storybook? She blinked her eyes and asked in disbelief: "Isn't that a storybook?"
Princess Zhaoren rolled her eyes at her, "Where do you think the library is?"
Yunli was startled. The most important thing about the Yun family's scholarly heritage is the library, which is the foundation of the Yun family. It collects classics, historical classics, rare books by famous people, etc. How can all books be stored there? Put it in?
She felt like five thunders were striking her, and she stammered: "This...is this true?"
Lu'e came in panting, and saw her princess looking in disbelief. She looked blankly at the maid Hongying who was standing aside with her hands hanging down. What happened?
Hongying shook her head sympathetically. It was not easy to meet such a master who was as good as a rabbit and remembered him all the time.
When Sister Hongying said it was okay, Lue bowed silently and quietly moved aside to wait. She was exhausted.
Naturally, Lu E also heard what Nanny Zhu said. News about the Immortal's selection of apprentices had been coming out for the past six months. Her mother and the neighbors in the alley often chatted together. She had also heard about the Immortal Ascension Conference since she was sensible. The adults had said that they didn't think it was anything, so she really didn't understand the shock of her princess.
Princess Zhaoren glanced at her youngest daughter: "It means your father is not here, otherwise he will not discount your short legs!"
After saying that, he shook his head helplessly. He didn't know what this girl was thinking. Let's say she is ungrateful. She occasionally talks about a lot of truths. Let's say she is sensible. She is ignorant of some well-known truths.
The corner of Yunli's mouth twitched. Why did she feel that there was a hint of schadenfreude in her mother's tone?
"Father is reluctant to spank his little cotton-padded jacket." A clear child's voice came from outside the door.
Yunli turned around and saw her genius brother walking in slowly with small square steps. The little firecracker back then was now gentle, upright, benevolent and courteous, and acted like a gentleman.
Her brother is only ten years old this year, and he is already familiar with poems and books, and he can speak them well. He just passed the boy's examination this spring, and there is simply no way for him to survive. On the contrary, she is getting back more and more as she lives. Over the years, she has been pampered and pampered by others, and gradually... I really treat myself like a child, acting like a coquettish girl, acting coquettishly and getting into trouble.
Yun Feng saluted and saw a confused look on his sister's face. He was very surprised and asked suspiciously: "My little sister, was she struck by lightning?"
The corner of Princess Zhaoren's mouth twitched. This description, after glancing at her daughter's expression, was quite appropriate.
Ju Xiang, who was setting the meal, shook her hand and almost spilled a bowl of almond drink. The maids such as Lu E lowered their heads and shook their shoulders.
Yunli was shocked and didn't care to argue with him. She rushed over and grabbed his sleeve to confirm again: "Brother, are there really immortals in the world?"
Yun Feng supported her and replied: "Of course there is."
After saying that, Yunli looked in disbelief and turned to look at Princess Zhaoren. She was very surprised. Isn't this natural?
Princess Zhaoren smiled helplessly and briefly explained the situation. Yun Feng was also surprised: "My little sister doesn't know about this?".
Princess Zhaoren looked at her little daughter, who continued to be sluggish, and nodded helplessly.
After staying for a while, Yunli gradually accepted this fact. After pondering for a while, she continued to ask: "What is the test of immortality?"
Before Princess Zhaoren could speak, Yun Feng enthusiastically acted as the commentator: "This test of immortality is also called the Immortal Ascension Conference. Since the fifth prince of the previous Zhou Dynasty was accepted as an apprentice by an immortal master, there have been immortals every ten years. Teachers come to select apprentices. There will be testing points in each state capital. In principle, anyone below the age of 10 can participate in the test. However, there is always the chance of success, and it is useless without taking multiple tests. Therefore, most of the people who participate in the test every time have not taken the test before. Children and adolescents aged six to fifteen years old..."
Yunli was shocked. Six to fifteen years old is exactly ten years, and if the test is held every ten years, everyone can participate. Thinking of this, she turned to look at Princess Zhaoren: "So, mother, you should also take the test." Have you passed?"
Princess Zhaoren nodded, opened her lips and said, "Actually, everyone has tested the Immortal Fate. The Immortal Master will inform you in advance before coming, and all suitable people will rush to various prefectures and cities in advance to test."
Yunli was shocked, so vigorous!
Wouldn't it be known to everyone? Then she felt a little ashamed. She was a native of Liang, so she didn't know. It was so embarrassing.
After a long time, she asked curiously: "How is this immortal fate tested?"
When she mentioned this, the princess mother-in-law, who had always been calm and generous, with an indifferent look on her face, and whose emotions were incomprehensible, actually showed excitement, and she described with gesticulations what kind of magic weapon bulingbuling has, and what kind of person with a predestined destiny put her hand on it. It was flashing with colorful rays of light, which made Yunli shudder. Why does this scene look so like the scene of measuring spiritual roots in the fairy tales?
She swallowed her saliva. Could this be a world of cultivating immortals?
Yunli was on the verge of tears. She always thought she was getting a house-fighting script. She was practicing her skills hard, but now she was told that she might be getting a script for fighting monsters and upgrading. Isn't this a scam?
Although her mother has always emphasized how rare it is to have a fairy fate, and there are only about ten people in the entire Liang Kingdom, for some reason, Yunli has a feeling that she must have a fairy fate, but she can't explain the reason.
Sitting on the swing, Yunli's mind was filled with the scene where the young lady in Tsing Yi who didn't know whether she was a human, a ghost or a fairy pushed her off the cliff. She had a premonition that they would see each other again!
However, she had to make some preparations.
Thinking of this, Yunli jumped off the swing and ran towards the next door.
Weining Hou Mansion has a family of military exploits, and there is a special martial arts training ground in the manor. Yunli comes to exercise every two days. The servants in the manor have long been accustomed to it and do not stop her.
He rushed to the martial arts training ground of Weining Hou Mansion with ease. From a distance, he saw a little boy dressed in blue and white clothes practicing his sword in the martial arts training ground.
A long blue sword flew up and down in his hand. Sometimes it was as light as a swallow, and when he clicked the sword, it rose like a startling giant, or as graceful as a swimming dragon. Sometimes it was as sudden as lightning, breaking through the wind, and falling leaves cracked in response.
The sword light was condensed, the moves were skillful and flowing, which made Yunli speechless. Although the senior brother was a bit stubborn, his martial arts talent was really good.
The little boy, Wei Lin, the young master of Weining Hou Mansion, is the beautiful little bean curd whom Yunli saw when he came into this world and opened his eyes.
Wei Ziqi, the prince of Weining Hou, has handsome features, is tall and strong, and is even more handsome when wearing armor. He wields a spear like a tiger, and his heroic appearance is just like Yang Erlang's death.
Yunli was often seen as a disgrace. When he was three years old, he pestered Wei Ziqi to recognize his master. He then learned some tricks and embroidered legs, and gained a few more senior brothers by the way.
Of course, she wouldn't say it. In fact, she found such an excuse because she disliked Brother Lin and Brother Ke for being too corny.
Wei Lin has had a restless temper since he was a child. He can be seen climbing trees and walls, and getting into fights. He was the tyrant of Jintai Fang at the age of five, and now he leads a bunch of gangsters in Jintai Fang to fight and occupy. Territory, is working hard to dominate the capital.
Wei Lin, who was practicing the sword, turned around and saw her coming, so he stopped. Yunli squeezed away Song Yan, the boy who was handing him the handkerchief, and smiled flatteringly: "Use mine, use mine!"
Wei Lin's extended hand paused, his phoenix eyes squinted, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you have anything else to ask of me?"
Yunli was embarrassed by the words that revealed her thoughts, and couldn't help but said: "I can't care about you if you have nothing to do."
Wei Lin took the brocade handkerchief, wiped his sweat, threw it into her hand, and said seriously: "If you show your courtesy for nothing, you are either committing adultery or stealing!"
Yunli: "..."
He cleared his throat, pretended not to hear, and asked shamelessly: "Ahem, that's it. I just wanted to ask, is there any martial arts that can be practiced in a month or two?"
After saying that, he leaned forward slightly with a look of expectation. Cultivation as an immortal means fighting monsters and upgrading, fighting with immortal techniques and fighting with secular martial arts. In the final analysis, they are all fights, and they always have something in common. There is no secret book on immortal techniques now, so practice first. Each martial arts adapts to adapt.
Grandpa Wei can say it. My senior brother is a martial arts wizard. He is very good at martial arts. Although he doesn’t like to read some serious books on classics and history, he has always read martial arts secret books. He is already a mobile encyclopedia of martial arts at a young age. He is the right one. That's right!
Wei Lin rolled his eyes at her, walked around her and strode forward, saying calmly: "Flattery."
Yunli: "......"
"Are there any martial arts that are easy to learn?" Yunli didn't give up and chased after him and continued to ask.
"The chest is broken with rocks."
Yunli was not discouraged and was ready to keep trying: "Teacher - ah!"
Wei Lin pulled her behind him to avoid the unknown object flying in from outside the courtyard door. After she was safe, Yunli looked at the unknown object on the ground - black boots with silver auspicious clouds and dark patterns.
What a familiar scene!
"How dare you hide!"
Sure enough, the next second, the familiar roar outside the door came from far to near. Marquis Weining was blowing his beard, his face full of anger.
"You little bastard, you are so brave, how dare you take the Eighth Prince to visit a brothel!"
Wei Lin calmly avoided Weining Hou's kick again and explained slowly: "My grandson was wronged. Prince Xun complained to the eighth prince. King Shou brought back a skinny horse but did not allow him to ride it. My grandson saw that they were treating the skinny horse." I misunderstood, so I kindly reminded them to go to the brothel to look for..."
"Skinny horse!" Marquis Weining raised his voice to interrupt him. He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He raised his foot and kicked him again. You little bastard, you didn't learn well at a young age, and you still know how to know about thin horses.
Wei Lin also reacted quickly, subconsciously dodging the flying kick.
As he avoided it, Marquis Weining saw the stunned Yunli behind him.
As a lover of ancient Chinese proverbs on the Internet, Yunli naturally knew what a brothel and a thin horse were, but a six-year-old girl, especially a little girl raised in a boudoir, shouldn't know these things.
Marquis Weining was also stunned when he saw Yunli. Then he shook the flesh on his face and forced out a kind smile: "The little princess is here too."
Yaoshou, why did you say these words in front of an innocent little girl? Marquis Weining felt that he was completely embarrassed and secretly prayed that Yunli didn't hear those words.
He was so loud just now, Yunli couldn't even pretend not to hear clearly. Seeing the embarrassment on his face, she rolled her eyes and asked curiously: "Skinny horse? Very thin horse? And the green building?" Yeah? Grandpa Wei, ask my cousin why they want to go to a brothel to look at thin horses? Can't they do it elsewhere? "
Marquis Weining was ready to beat Wei Lin to death. He suppressed his embarrassment and said nonsense seriously: "Ahem, the newly built stables in Prince Shou's Mansion are made of blue bricks, and there are a few very thin horses in them, so you My cousins said they were going to the… Qing… building to see the thin horse.”
Yunli: "..."
