When Zhao Huaizhong returned to Xianyang, it was almost evening.
He still went to Ye Yu Mansion to review and process more than ten case files, and did not return to Xianyang Palace until nightfall.
Counting the time, it has been seven or eight days since I last watered the little gourds.
Zhao Huaizhong went to the garden, intending to see the changes in the gourd.
"It hasn't grown at all." Zhao Huaizhong came to the gourd vine.
The five small gourds are green and well-proportioned in size, like finely carved works of art, but nothing has changed in the past few days.
"Liu Qi, water it again."
"promise!"
Liu Qi rushed to get the bucket.
Zhao Huaizhong took out the container, poured a drop of liquid out, and mixed it with the water in the bucket.
After watering, Zhao Huaizhong looked forward to whether there would be any new changes in the little gourds next.
Returning to the dormitory, he asked Liu Qi to take out two rolls of bamboo slips and spread them out on the table.
This was sent by Fan Qingzhou after he returned to Ye Yu Mansion. The aftermath personnel found it under the altar of the village where the Eclipse Cult was hidden.
The contents of the bamboo slips are some of the cultivation methods of the Eclipse Sect, which are all ghost and evil arts.
Along with the bamboo slips, there is a bronze plaque used to collect the resentment and yin energy of the child corpse. It is old and mottled, with a raised grimace on the surface, and it is cold and bone-chilling in the hand.
Zhao Huaizhong had no use for this bronze medal, but he still took it and prepared to use it as a sacrifice.
He looked at the contents of the bamboo slips and thought that although this technique was not the right way, he could see that there were many subtleties in the ghost path.
There are hundreds of schools of thought in this world, and there are many different methods of practice.
It is also dominated by the three religions and nine streams, forming a large and complex practice characterized by the flourishing of hundreds of schools of thought.
According to what he knew from reading the classics during this period, in an even more ancient period, it seemed that someone had truly become an immortal and passed away, which was fascinating and leisurely.
Zhao Huaizhong has only seen the surface of a few cultivation paths such as Zongheng, Yin and Yang, Zajia, and the art of killing and killing.
The Sendai chapter he practiced seems to belong to the Taoist lineage, but it also contains content from other directions, and it is not possible to give a specific position at the moment.
Zhao Huaizhong read at night and into the early morning, put down the bamboo scroll, and began to warm up his body's strength.
After reaching the moon-grabbing realm on the sixth floor of Xiantai, in addition to absorbing the energy in the void, you can also inhale and draw the moonlight into your own body every time you practice.
Sensing the breath power of the bright moon is also the difficulty of this level of practice.
However, Zhao Huaizhong did not feel much hindrance during his practice. He smoothly visualized and drew the breath of the bright moon into his body, and began to accumulate the power to break through barriers and hit new realms.
At this time, when he closed his eyes and promoted the movement of breath in his body, a bright ray of moonlight was drawn down from the window and surrounded him.
The whole room is like a lake where moonlight gathers, transparent and transparent.
Eventually, all the moonlight slowly seeped into Zhao Huaizhong's body and became part of his strength.
After the practice was over, Zhao Huaizhong took a shower and took a nap.
Before dawn, he ran to see the gourd.
The little gourds were watered with the liquid in the container for the second time. After one night, there were indeed new changes.
They grew slightly again.
What is different from the past is that there are several hidden textures on the surface of the emerald green gourd, like natural mantras. As long as Zhao Huaizhong reaches out and touches it, the textures will emerge.
"There is still the last drop of liquid in the container. I wonder if the gourd can be ripened."
When Zhao Huaizhong left, he picked a piece of jade-green gourd vine leaf and put it in his sleeve.
After breakfast, he went to attend the court meeting and then came to the stone hall of the ancestral temple.
Zhao Huaizhong hasn't been here in the past few days since he last talked to the monster in the stone wall.
He entered the stone hall and took a look at the stone wall where the monster was.
The monster in the mural was lying there with no breath, his whole body became illusive and blurry, and he was about to dissipate, but he actually died.
There is a stone tablet next to the monster. Before his death, he wrote densely packed ancient characters on the tablet.
Zhao Huaizhong withdrew his gaze, walked straight towards the giant pillars of Sendai, and read the original text of the Sendai Chapter attentively.
This time he took a look at the contents of Sendai Puppetry.
There was no paper in this era, but puppetry involved the art of tying up paper figures.
"Should we create paper in this world in advance? Although the paper used in puppetry is not ordinary paper." Zhao Huaizhong muttered.
In cognitive history, paper seems to have only begun to appear in the Western Han Dynasty after the Qin Dynasty.
However, in the Qin Dynasty, the conditions for papermaking were actually relatively mature. Technology such as silk pulping had already appeared in the Qin Dynasty. With proper guidance, it was possible to produce paper.
"Go back and find someone to try. At least it will be much easier to write with paper."
Then Zhao Huaizhong tried to offer sacrifices to the altar. The sacrifices he used were the bronze medals he got from the Eclipse Cult and the bamboo slips that recorded the methods of practicing ghosts.
Unfortunately, there was no movement at the altar and no sacrifices were received at all.
Zhao Huaizhong immediately began to practice the Nine Soul-Living Art, moving around in the stone palace like a dragon swimming and a tiger leaping, until he started to sweat slightly, he stopped the art and walked out of the palace.
"Human, I'm dead, why don't you get closer and see what I left on the stone tablet?"
Just when Zhao Huaizhong was about to walk out of the stone hall, the monster in the mural turned over, came back to life from pretending to be dead, and called out to Zhao Huaizhong.
"It doesn't matter what you leave behind, just go on and die."
Seeing that Zhao Huaizhong didn't even look at him, the monster said anxiously: "Don't leave, come back.
Next time you come back, I might really be dead. I only have my last breath left, and I need the nourishment of soul power, otherwise I will die.
If you have any conditions, just make them."
However, Zhao Huaizhong ignored him at all and walked out of the stone palace.
Based on his eyesight, the monster wanted to pretend to be dead and trick him into approaching the stone wall, but there was no door.
The monster in the stone wall slumped down and fell into despair this time.
He could already feel that his pill had been sealed for a long time and was still alive. Unexpectedly, he saw hope in the last moments, but failed to grasp it and it was about to disappear.
At the last moment of his life, he turned his hand to form a seal, imprinting the knowledge and some secrets in his remaining soul on the stone tablet beside him.
Then sit there quietly, waiting for the moment when the soul dissipates.
Zhao Huaizhong left the stone palace and went to King Zhuang Xiang to ask for a handwriting, preparing to leave the palace for hunting.
After King Zhuang and Xiang dispersed the dynasty, they used to go to Zhao Ji's Zhangtai Palace to have breakfast together.
Zhao Huaizhong did not need to inquire about the whereabouts of King Zhuang Xiang, the chamberlain, and came directly to Zhangtai Palace. As expected, his father and mother were both there.
When he came in, both King Zhuang Xiang and Zhao Ji were a little sweaty.
Zhao Ji's lips were moist, her face was blushing, and her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be dripping with water.
Zhao Huaizhong sniffed, the smell was not right, turned around and walked out: "I'm sorry, the father and the queen are atone for their sins. The child didn't know that the house was full of gunfire before he came. It's not the right time. You continue, I will come back in the afternoon."
"Come back. If you dare to tease me, I'll get you beaten."
Zhao Ji was a little embarrassed and wanted to scold her son to regain her mother's dignity.
King Zhuang Xiang was complacent, coughed slightly and said: "What do you mean by the continuous fire of artillery fire that my son said?"
Zhao Ji spat lightly, "Your father has something to do and will leave soon. You stay and talk to my mother."
"Okay. Father, before you leave, please issue an edict. I plan to go out for a day and go hunting in Shimen Mountain." Zhao Huaizhong said.
King Zhuang Xiang frowned and said, "How do you ensure safety when you go out of the city?"
"When I go out, the elite of Ye Yu Mansion will accompany me, and I won't go far. It's just near Xianyang, so there's no danger."
Zhao Huaizhong explained patiently and finally successfully obtained the handwriting of King Zhuang Xiang.
When King Zhuang Xiang left, Zhao Ji grabbed her son's hand: "Huai'er, can you not leave the city?"
"What's wrong?" Zhao Huaizhong tilted his head and asked.