Volume 1 The Sword of the Son of Heaven Chapter 4 Introducing Spirits into the Body
Hou Mansion, hall.
A silly little fat man was engrossed in eating.
A man dressed as a blacksmith is admiring the furniture in the house.
"The food at Da Guo's house is so delicious! Dad, eat it quickly! Da Guo will charge you when he comes back!"
The little fat man raised his head from the mountain of food and spoke incoherently.
"What's the charge? He'll give you two taels of silver for a candied haws. Don't you know how much money you've been cheated by him since you were a child? From now on, this is your home, and everything in the Hou Mansion belongs to you.
of!"
The blacksmith corrected him angrily: "Also, Yun Que is not your eldest brother, I am just a stupid son of yours."
The little fat man scratched his head and said: "Oh, I know...but this is the Marquis's Mansion, and the big pot is the Marquis!"
The blacksmith patiently said: "The land deed is in my father's hands. The owner of the Hou Mansion has changed, and you are the new owner of the Hou Mansion."
The little fat man scratched his head again and said, "I understand! I am Hou's son, and my father is Mr. Hou! The big pot is Mr. Hou, so it is Grandpa Hou!"
The blacksmith man helplessly covered his forehead.
There was a clang sound.
The door of the Hou Mansion was kicked open, and the young man in white walked in.
"Grandpa Hou is back! Dad, let's hide quickly, this meal must be very expensive!"
The little fat man hurriedly hid his round head under the table, with his whole body outside.
"Son, you should call him big brother." The blacksmith man was helpless.
At least he can be called eldest brother, so he doesn't lose his seniority.
Seeing Yun Que directly sit on the throne, the blacksmith man said with a straight face: "Mr. Yun must have forgotten that this is no longer the Marquis' Mansion."
Boring.
The two broken swords were thrown to the ground.
"See for yourself, your broken sword is not effective at all and cannot stop the sword energy of the Sword Testing Tower."
"impossible!"
The blacksmith man said in surprise: "The intact low-grade magic weapon and your skill are enough to withstand three sword energy baptisms in the Sword Testing Tower."
The little fat man got out from under the table and suddenly became smart and said:
"Big pot, big pot! Dad said that the Marquis Mansion belongs to us, and you are homeless!"
Yun Que kicked the little fat man away and sneered:
"How could a top-notch swordsmith in the Yan Kingdom default on his debt? If nothing else, is this the sword I exchanged for you with the Marquis Mansion?"
"yes."
"Did it break?"
"broken."
"Bring me the land deed."
The blacksmith looked at the broken sword and silently handed back the title deed.
"I, Hu Tieshan, have always kept my word. I can break it with a sword, but my reputation cannot."
After Yun Que got the land deed back, he ordered the banquet to be held again.
He wanted to have a big meal and went to the sword trial building early in the morning. His stomach was always empty.
"Big pot, big pot! Did you succeed in the sword show today?" the little fat man said curiously.
"It's within reach."
Yun Que was in a good mood and threw the sword palace token casually.
“The cauldron is so powerful!”
The little fat man held the token and looked left and right. He was quickly attracted by the food and his mouth was dripping all over the floor.
"You're smart, this is your second meal."
Yun Que knocked on the table and calculated the accounts: "For two meals, you have eaten at least thirty of my dishes. Each dish costs one tael of silver. Please calculate how many taels it should be."
"Thirty taels! I will get the money when my father is not at home!"
The fat little man named Hu Chongming forgot that his father was right across the street, and Hu Tieshan's face turned livid with anger.
"Forget it, I won't charge you this time, just eat whatever you want."
Yun Que glanced at Hu Tieshan, pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, and said, "I am not a miser."
The blacksmith and his son are Yun Que's neighbors.
Hu Chongming grew up following Yun Que. Although he often cheated him out of money, Yun Que always treated the little fat man well.
Growing up, I helped stupid boys fight hundreds of times.
In fact, Yun Que is not short of money, he is just targeting Hu Tieshan.
As a famous swordsmith in Yan State, Hu Tieshan had a close relationship with Yun Que's father. The two families were neighbors and had always had a good relationship.
However, in the past five years, Yun Que tried his best to finally take out the entire Hou Mansion, and then reluctantly exchanged it for a low-grade magic weapon from Hu Tieshan.
Without the magic weapon, he wouldn't even be able to enter the sword trial building.
In Yun Que's impression, Hu Tieshan, the master swordsmith of the Yan Kingdom, was a complete snob.
"How did you pass the Sword Test Tower?"
Hu Tieshan looked at the Sword Palace Token on the table and asked with a frown.
"I want you to take care of it."
Yun Que said angrily: "If you are smart, you can eat and drink for free, but you can't. A glass of wine in the Marquis Mansion costs one hundred taels of silver."
Normally, Hu Tieshan would have been so angry that he would have stormed the table and walked away.
But this time he actually sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and sipped it slowly.
"Are you going to the Sword Palace?"
"If I don't go to the Sword Palace to practice swordsmanship, when will I be able to find out the cause of my father's death?"
Hu Tieshan didn't speak, and memories flashed in his lowered eyes.
"Do you think I'm stingy?"
Hu Tieshan was silent for a long time and said: "Low-grade magical weapons are not precious to me. Do you know why I have refused to give you a sword that can pass through the sword trial building all these years?"
"Human relationships are cold and warm, but the world is hot and cold."
Yun Que said a few cold words.
Hu Tieshan suddenly laughed, helplessly and painfully.
"I won't give you the magic weapon because you have no spiritual roots and are destined to be unable to embark on the path of spiritual practice."
Hu Tieshan said seriously:
"The Sword Trial House is just the initial entrance examination. Hundreds of people pass it every year. If you want to become a core disciple of the Sword Palace and practice the authentic swordsmanship, you need to pass the spiritual root test. Without spiritual roots, you are destined to have no chance of practicing. This
At most, you will never be a martial arts master in your lifetime."
Hu Tieshan sighed.
"Martial arts masters are indeed outstanding among mortals, but they are far inferior to practitioners. As soon as one draws his sword, he can take the master's head a hundred steps away."
When Yun Que heard about the existence of spiritual roots for the first time, he was surprised: "Why can't you become a practitioner without spiritual roots?"
"Spiritual roots are the foundation for the movement of spiritual energy. Without spiritual roots, it is impossible to communicate with spiritual energy. No matter how high your talent is, it will be in vain."
"How do you know I don't have spiritual roots?"
"I knew this when you were a child. If this hadn't been the case, why would your father, as a first-rate master in the Yan Kingdom, never teach you how to practice? Because he knew a long time ago that his son would never become a practitioner in this life."
Hu Tieshan looked deeply at Yun Que and sighed:
"Instead of struggling hard in martial arts without seeing any hope, it is better to be a prodigal prince and enjoy an ordinary life."
"I do not believe!"
Wow.
The table was overturned by Yun Que.
Hu Tieshan drank the last half of the glass of wine and left the table.
Even the silly little fat man noticed that Yun Que was in a bad mood and chased his father out of the Hou Mansion.
"I am not willing to live an ordinary life..."
Yun Que growled hoarsely.
The truth told by Hu Tieshan was difficult for him to accept.
I originally planned to join the Sword Palace and practice swordsmanship. When I was successful in my cultivation, I could go to Hanshui City to find out the cause of my father's death.
I worked hard for five years, but what I got in exchange was that I couldn't practice.
He is unwilling!
After calming down, Yun Que looked through the mental techniques for the Qi refining period left by the Sword Palace envoy, and quickly became immersed in them.
Even if he didn't have spiritual roots, he would still give it a try.
The roads in the world are all made by people, and the path of cultivation is also a road, isn’t it?
If it is a road, you can walk it!
The mental method of refining qi is a bit obscure, but Niu Bucai has marked his experience behind the mental method, which is equivalent to a detailed guide.
With Yun Que's intelligence, he mastered the secret of the first level of Qi refining after nightfall.
It's a pity that when I'm running my mind, I can't feel any spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
Tried several times in succession, but the result remains the same.
It seems that he really has no spiritual roots.
Disappointed, Yun Que planned to try again, but he had no choice but to give up.
It was the last attempt that made him feel a special atmosphere.
Yun Que closed his eyes and frowned.
The aura he could feel didn't quite resemble spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy exists between heaven and earth, and should be in the form of fine clouds and mist, floating indefinitely.
In Yun Que's perception, there are only three so-called auras, which are right in front of him, and they are still!
what?
Opening his eyes suddenly, there was nothing else in front of him except the storage bag, the mental technique and three sword talismans.
"Sword Talisman?"
Yun Que felt it again and was sure that the aura he felt came from the sword talisman!
What's the point?
The sword talisman is a kind of talisman. It is an offensive weapon, and it is not a spiritual stone that specifically stores spiritual energy.
I have never heard of anyone being able to absorb spiritual energy from sword talismans for cultivation.
A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor.
Yun Que raised his mind, picked up two sword talismans, and began to use his mental skills.
A magical scene happened.
The two sword talismans shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, two special breaths were injected into the body.
Bring the spirit into the body!
The most critical first step in the Qi refining period was taken by Yun Que with ease and strangeness.