Chapter 6 The King(1/2)
Chu Xisheng had a nightmare.
In the dream, he was in front of a magnificent mausoleum.
There is a huge white marble stele in front of the mausoleum, about three feet high. On the stele, there is a line of large vermilion characters like iron paintings and silver hooks. Each stroke is sonorous and powerful, which is shocking.
That is the [Tomb of King Bawu of Daning and General Qin Muge of Anbei]!
On both sides of the tombstone, a large group of men and women in traditional costumes wearing white mourning clothes were wailing and crying.
In the distance, there is a large group of soldiers with linen on their heads, white clothes and white armor, lined up from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, densely packed like a mountain and a sea.
Only Chu Xisheng was wearing a bright red robe worn by men in ancient times when they got married, and was out of tune with the surroundings.
For some reason, Chu Xidian declared that he was still alive, but his body could not move.
He was put into a coffin by several burly and powerful men with bodies as strong as iron towers.
On the right side of the coffin lies a female general.
She wore a mighty red gold battle armor, and her face was covered by a layer of armor. She put her hands together in front of her belly, motionless and silent.
Chu Xisheng saw a middle-aged man in his forties outside the coffin with a solemn face, looking at him as if he was mourning.
But the middle-aged eyes held an infinite coldness that was enough to freeze people's hearts.
——That seems to be his cousin.
There was a group of dark figures behind the middle-aged man. They seemed to be crying, but there were no tears in their eyes. Instead, the corners of their lips were raised, as if they were snickering.
Chu Xisheng felt that there was endless anger and hatred in his chest.
He wanted to get up, kill a mountain of corpses, and slaughter all these wolf-hearted things.
But he still couldn't move, and could only watch the heavy coffin board weighing heavily.
At this moment, Chu Xisheng suddenly woke up.
He was panting and frightened, and the clothes all over his body were soaked.
For three months, he would dream about this scene every few days, experiencing unspeakable despair in his dreams.
Chu Xisheng took a deep breath to calm down her mood.
He looked out the window and found that the white fish belly appeared on the horizon, and the sound of bells could be heard in the distance.
Chu Xisheng hurriedly changed into the disciple uniform that he had just received yesterday.
He walked out of the room and saw Chu Yunyun washing herself under the eaves.
The girl also changed her clothes. The tight-fitting disciple uniform made her figure particularly eye-catching. Her slender waist, height and long legs, and that face, every detail was in line with Chu Xisheng's aesthetics.
Under the morning light, the girl was extremely beautiful.
Chu Xisheng was slightly absent-minded, with a bit of surprise in his eyes: "General, you are in a good mood today. Is there any happy event?"
Chu Yunyun was brushing her teeth. She bit a willow branch and looked back in astonishment, her words unclear: "How do you know I'm in a good mood?"
"It's obvious."
Chu Xisheng took a pole from the corner and walked over: "You used to frown and be worried every morning, but today is different, your brows are wider."
Chu Yunyun touched her eyebrows and then laughed.
Maybe after three months of busy work, I finally saw a glimmer of hope.
This guy is quite attentive.
Just as Chu Yunyun was thinking this, she saw Chu Xisheng hand over the pole in his hand: "After you wash up, go and pick up two loads of water for me. I want to take a bath."
If there is any shortcoming of this courtyard, it is that there is no well in the courtyard.
Fortunately, Chu Yunyun is there.
Even though this woman has no talent for housework and has a sickly look on her face, she still has good health and is a good hand at hard work.
She would occasionally break some things like poles and barrels. But in the ancient world, the price of wooden products was far less than that of ceramics, clothing and ironware.
Chu Yunyun's cheeks bulged, but she still took the pole and walked outside the courtyard to pick up two buckets of water.
When she put down the bucket, she remembered something: "By the way, when you go to the canteen for breakfast later, remember to give one or two magic silver to the grandma who prepares the meal, and ask her to prepare two days of drinking water for you."
When Chu Xisheng heard that he was about to take one or two pieces of magic silver, his face twitched slightly.
It’s just two days’ worth of water. Isn’t it too expensive?
It only costs three cents to buy a steamed bun outside. Can't he buy it outside?
Chu Yunyun guessed what he was thinking just by looking at Chu Xisheng's expression. The corners of her lips raised slightly: "You will know when the time comes."
Chu Xisheng put down the willow branch he was brushing his teeth with and looked at Chu Yunyun opposite him thoughtfully: "I actually want to know why you are so familiar with Zhengyang Martial Arts School? After the legendary Anbei General Qin Muge inherited his father's position,
I have always been in the military, and I have never joined any Xianwu sect during my lifetime, nor have I been to Xiushui City."
The so-called Overlord of Daning and the Great General of Anbei, Qin Muge, was exactly the cheap sister in front of him.
She was originally twenty-eight years old, and according to modern terms, she was an older leftover girl.
But after the two were resurrected, Chu Yunyun's appearance and figure returned to the age of fourteen for some reason.
"How can you believe the rumors in the world?" Chu Yunyun laughed dumbly, with a look of reminiscence in her eyes: "I joined the army at the age of sixteen. Before inheriting the Tieshan Qin family, I changed my name and joined the Wuxiang Shenzong, but my identity later
Exposed, he was removed from his direct heir status."
Chu Xisheng was relieved after hearing this.
This can explain why Chu Yunyun insisted on coming to Xiushui County when the two of them escaped from the tomb.
The two of them quickly washed up and went to the main field in the east courtyard of the martial arts school to participate in morning exercises.
The total number of inner and outer disciples in the east courtyard is seven to eight hundred.
Together they breathed in the morning sun, absorbing the pure Yang power after the rising sun into their bodies and turning it into true essence.
This is the Yang Yuan Gong, which absorbs the power of pure Yang and nourishes one's own essence.
Chu Xisheng took a pill of "Pei Yuan Dan" rewarded by the owner of the museum, Lei Yuan, and then started to breathe.
Facing the sun, Chu Xisheng felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if thousands of steel needles were being inserted into his body.
His face was distorted, but he couldn't help but be patient.
He crawled out of the grave and returned to Yang from death. His body was covered in limbs and bones, and all his internal organs were corroded by Yin forces, so he was extra afraid of the domineering Yang fire.
This Yang Yuan Kung must be practiced, because only the power of Yuanyang can help him improve his physical condition and resist the cold, evil, and poisonous evils.
Apart from taking 'Yanghe Powder', this is the only way to prolong his life.
However, Chu Xisheng was quite satisfied with the effect of Peiyuan Dan.
After the elixir was refined, it was indeed equivalent to the effect of ten days of practice, allowing him to gain ten days of true energy.
When they breathed out, they felt extremely hot all over their bodies.
This is because the intensity of sunlight exceeds their endurance limit.
In addition to the inner disciples of the martial arts school who are still practicing under the rising sun, the outer disciples have all finished breathing and practicing martial arts under the supervision of the martial arts master.
They are divided into categories, some practice swordsmanship, some practice swordsmanship, and some dance with spears and sticks.
Among them, there are more than ninety people who practice Wind Chasing Sword.
Chu Xisheng still persisted. It was not until the second quarter of the morning when his whole body started to emit green smoke that he stopped breathing and walked to the last row of inner disciples to practice swordsmanship with everyone.
He had not yet mastered the Wind Chaser Knife, and most of the time he was just a show off. However, when the supervising martial artist saw him, instead of scolding him, he showed a kind smile to him, with admiration in his eyes.
Yesterday morning, a disciple from the outer sect who had not mastered the Feng Zhui Sword slashed Long Sheng with one blow and insulted the face of Shao Lingshan, the instructor of the West Academy. The news had long been spread throughout the martial arts hall.
The East and West Houses had never dealt with him, so they found Chu Xisheng particularly pleasing to their eyes.
When Chu Xisheng finished her morning exercises, she was out of breath and her hands and feet were trembling slightly.
This reminded him again of the 'virtual training' in the martial arts treasure house.
Sword skills are useless without practice.
Chu Xisheng needs time to practice Yuan Gong and accumulate true energy.
It also takes a lot of practice to integrate those knife styles into your own flesh and bones and turn them into your own instincts.
But with the way he looks now, it would take him half an hour a day to raise his Qi and an hour to practice swordsmanship.
Only the 'virtual training' in the treasure house can help him solve this problem.
The problem is that one martial arts point can only be exchanged for ten days of practice time, and Chu Xisheng feels that it is not worthwhile.
These martial arts points came in a blur.
Before Chu Xisheng mastered the method of obtaining martial arts points, he cherished them extra.
Just when Chu Xisheng was struggling, he felt his hand being grabbed.
That was Chu Yunyun, grabbing him and running wildly forward.
Chu Xisheng was puzzled at first, but then he understood.
To be continued...