A pleasant night.
The warm sunlight shines through the dead wood branches and leaves from the window of the side room.
Although it was winter, the chill in the room was not refreshing. Instead, there were traces of gentleness that slowly spread from Hong Yi's body.
There was an orb hanging above his bed that was emitting a faint blue light, dispelling the cold warmth and then dissipating it.
I heard that this is a rare item produced by the overseas Kamikaze Kingdom, the Shark Tribe. If you hang it by your side, it will protect you from the cold and heat, and be the same in all four seasons.
This is also the day when Hong Yi was born, and the current Emperor Daqian rewarded him for his birth.
Hong Xuanji can be said to be a very popular minister, and he has a very close relationship with the emperor. He is happy to have an heir, so this congratulatory gift is nothing.
From childhood to adulthood, Hong Yi almost always wears it on his body. No matter whether it is winter or summer, it is as constant and smooth as ever.
But when he was last year, he took it off spontaneously because his muscles and bones had grown and he needed to start practicing martial arts.
If physical martial arts are to be immune to cold and heat, that would be a miraculous feat only possessed by martial saints.
Hong Yi, who has just started to lay the foundation, naturally cannot covet this short-term convenience. No matter the severe cold or heat, no matter the four seasons, he needs to experience it personally.
Otherwise, it would become a joke to practice three days in the summer and three nine in the winter.
"Hide the Four Seasons Beads from today onwards, and don't covet them when you sleep."
Hong Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the orb that he had been wearing since birth, with a little reluctance in his eyes.
Over the past year, although he began to practice martial arts, he still placed it beside his bed when sleeping.
The power of the Four Seasons Bead can prevent him from feeling the cold in cold nights and from being invaded by heat waves in summer.
But last night, after observing the Xuanyuan Seal of Living Beings and writing the cross between heaven and earth, he seemed to have completely given up on the Four Seasons Bead.
A young person's mental growth may come from a very ordinary little thing or an unforgettable experience.
"This is what the bachelors of the Taixue Academy call separation."
Hong Yi picked up the Four Seasons Bead, wiped away the non-existent dust on its surface with his sleeve, looked at it for a moment, and finally placed it in a wooden box.
Crunch.
With a soft sound, he closed the panel that had not been oiled for a long time.
Hoo ho ho!
The cold wind outside the window suddenly spread with the winter light.
Hong Yi stood up, lit a stick of incense, waited until the incense burned to 30%, and then finished washing.
He looked at the mirror in front of him that could clearly illuminate people, and couldn't help but nodded.
I don’t know what this mirror is made of. I only know that it was proposed by a genius prodigy named Yang An a few years ago. Once it was popularized, it was widely spread throughout China.
When a person stands in front of this mirror, it is many times clearer than the previous bronze mirrors. Even the smallest dust particles can be seen at a glance.
According to the young man from Yang An, this mirror is called "Glass".
From then on, everyone in China knew that there was a prodigy in Yujing City.
However, Hong Yi happened to pass by his mother Zhao's house and heard some secret words about Yang An.
Rumor has it that Yang An is the illegitimate son of the current emperor Yang Qian.
In recent days, Yang An seems to have gone to the Western Regions. It is said that he has made great military exploits, and the emperor is planning to make him a marquis.
"Yang An and I are about the same age, but we can benefit the world with our wisdom, and we have achieved the title of prince with our military exploits. Now that I have lived in my father's house for a long time, I am like a dandy with restraints."
Hong Yi looked at the glass mirror, as if through thousands of miles of clouds and smoke, he saw Yang An, who was only a few years younger than himself.
At the same age, others were even about to become marquises, but he himself had never left the mansion. Even if he traveled far, he would only go to Xishan, a hundred miles away at most.
As the legitimate son of Marquis Wen Wu, whenever his elders gathered and talked about Yang An, he did feel a little jealous and yearning in his heart.
For such a young man, if he were to be granted a title, his title would be the same as that of his father Hong Xuanji.
"I will be able to take part in the provincial examination in the spring of next year. If I get the honors by then, I will be the master of civil examination. If I come out on top in the national examination, I will be the number one scholar. I may not be worse than Yang An."
Hong Yi straightened his clothes and secretly found a way for himself.
After all, young people are very popular, and he has not become a young and mature person like those mentioned in the book. He naturally has a desire to compare.
But there is one thing about him that is far superior to the dudes like Yujing City, and that is that he can only compete with the best.
Anything less than him is unfair on the one hand, and meaningless on the other.
He admired Yang An for being able to achieve such an achievement at such a young age, but he also secretly wanted to compete or even surpass him.
In the martial arts academy, I heard that Yang An was about to become an innate martial arts master, and his strength was almost unmatched at the same age.
And Hong Yi himself has not even solidified his skin and flesh, so how can he have any thoughts of comparison.
But if it comes to literary talent, he is confident that he can outdo the opponent.
Since the founding of the country, Da Qian has attached great importance to both civil and military affairs. In these years, he has even placed more emphasis on literary talent and learning. Even his father Hong Xuanji has been studying literature for ten years.
When he became the number one scholar, he would be considered to have defeated Yang An in the arts.
"I may not be able to achieve something in the way of cultivation..."
After thinking about it, Hong Yi stretched out his palm, standing upright with one palm, as if he was folding some special seal.
This seal is very long and the posture is quite weird. He even needs to rely on the other finger to complete the seal.
And during the process of performing the seal, his whole body began to secrete sweat involuntarily. The coldness originally derived from the retraction of the Four Seasons Pearl was directly dissipated by the heat in his body.
Just one handprint made a young man sweat all over the winter, and it didn't slowly condense until the incense was completely burned out.
Tear!
The subtle friction of muscles and bones, as if following this handprint, was constantly shaking Hong Yi's whole body.
The squeezing of multiple joints is like the sound of thunder from a tiger and a leopard, rising from time to time.
Wow!
The sound of a river flowing through the skin actually rolled through the depths of the blood vessels, as if the blood was also moving with the sealing technique, creating waves.
Boom, boom, boom!
The strong and powerful heartbeat of the young man was like a violent drumbeat, filling his chest, causing Hong Yi, who was holding the seal, to feel a little uncomfortable.
His face had already turned bloodless pale when the sealing method was completed, and he couldn't stop in the middle!
"How can it be…!"
Hong Yi held his handprints and remained standing, staring blankly at himself in the mirror, the surprise and fear in his heart undisguised.
Last night, he was taught by the Taoist master and visualized the Xuanyuan Seal of Living Beings in the Net of Living Beings, but he only felt those endless evil thoughts, but his physical body was just weak because he did not exert them.
But this morning I just tried a little, and something like this happened that overturned my feelings.
The inability to stop the handprints is just one of them. The most special and incomprehensible thing is that his skin, muscles, bones, blood marrow, organs and even the ends of his hair all begin to resonate!
The endless beating feeling coming from the eight extraordinary meridians, four tips and seven orifices, it just goes on and on, the cycle is endless!
Just holding the seal, how can it surpass the step-by-step process of warrior body training? As if there is no reason at all, have you trained the blood marrow that the Martial Saint just touched? !
Is this the wonder of Taoist master's method?
Hong Yi endured the shock all over his body, and suddenly thought of the Tiger Demon Body Refining Fist he had obtained back then.
Comparing the two, they are like clouds and mud!
Tear!
After three full incense sticks, Hong Yi, who was drenched in sweat, finally jerked his palm away, unable to hold it firmly.
He felt that even his eyelids were trembling, he sat down and fell to the ground.
The blanket made of snow sheepskin brought from the Western Regions was actually soaked with his sweat, and silky black mud-like sweat beads stuck to the surface of his skin like maggots on the tarsal bones.
"The strength has increased...by 50%!"
Hong Yi carried his tired body and walked to a group of stone locks in the back yard. He mustered up all his strength to try, and found that his strength was 50% stronger than before!
I didn't expect that this Xuanyuan Seal of Living Beings would have such a miraculous benefit to the development of the physical body!
Hoo ho ho!
Hong Yi's eyes moved, he jumped into the group of stone locks, and began to exert his strength continuously.
As soon as the fatigue passed, a new strength gradually emerged, and he repeated this cycle until he was finally exhausted.
"His literary skills are the best in the world, and his martial arts are the best among all the armies."
Near noon, Hong Yi was lying in the wooden barrel full of medicinal bath, feeling the physical energy replenished by the medicine, and suddenly remembered a sentence he seemed to have heard before.
With the Seal of Xuanyuan beings around, he might not be able to defeat Yang An in his martial arts.
Gradually, Hong Yi began to study and practice martial arts at home every day, until the winter passed and until the spring came.
Even though this little young man had the Tao Master's teachings, it was just an adventure for him.
If a person encounters a strange encounter, what should he do first?
It is natural to accomplish what has not been accomplished in the past and to accomplish what has not been accomplished in the past.
In the final analysis, it is nothing more than a smooth mind, nothing more.
At this time, Hong Yi, who was sixteen years old, did not have such big ambitions as his future trajectory. In this trajectory, there was no pain of losing his mother or pressure from his biological father.
Since there is no oppression, how can there be so much suffering and hatred?
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"Dao Master Duan, good method."
In the place where nothingness and chaos originated, the Immortal Emperor glanced at Duan Zhen, who was sitting upright and seemed to be sleeping, and frowned slightly.
It is clear that the fortune of the entire universe has declined. Why is the Son of Destiny stagnant at this time?
Moreover, he gathered the memories of hundreds of reincarnations and clearly saw Hong Yi's future countless times. Why did something go wrong this time?
"If Yi Zi doesn't come, everyone in this era will talk about the other side. Is Taoist Duan really going to have his own way?"
The Changsheng Emperor dropped black stones and white stones again, watched the changes on the chessboard, and spoke to Duan Zhen again.
As Duan Zhen said, when he views himself, he sees boundless greatness. On the contrary, the same is true for Duan Zhen in his eyes.
At this moment, he is just the incarnation of the projection of the Yang God, and he no longer has much energy to spend with Duan Zhen.
The network of sentient beings with so many evil and good thoughts that was no less complex than the bridge on the other side made him have no thought of wasting his power.
As time goes by, Duan Zhen has the thoughts of sentient beings as his source at all times, but his projected body cannot sustain it at all.
Therefore, he proposed to use the method of playing chess to compete against each other.
Will all sentient beings enter the other shore? Or cross the other side alone?
This is the difference between him and Duan Zhen.
Unexpectedly, Duan Zhen didn't play chess at all, and even the spectators didn't want to do it.
Except for the initial words, he ignored him from beginning to end.
He didn't even open his eyes, as if he was really asleep.
But how could it be so simple for an outsider whose cultivation was almost comparable to his own?
"Since Master Duan is like this, I just have to give up this little bit of face."
The Immortal Emperor sighed in the distance, pressed down two pieces with both hands, and the chessboard suddenly surged with bursts of thunder.
His eyes dropped, and his eyes seemed to pass through countless spaces, looking at the world and Zhongzhou.
On the top of Yunluan Mountain, on the towering mountain called Taishi, a woman holding a mahogany sword and followed by a little girl in red raised her head slightly.
A giant finger that is so big that it can't be seen, covering thousands of miles of mountains, encircling the entire Zhongzhou and even more than ten states, is falling from the sky!
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