In the martial arts arena paved with large bluestones, young men in black clothes danced swords gracefully, and the black cloud dragons they brought were swaying wantonly, forming a splash-ink painting.

Swordsmanship teacher Xin Zhiwen nodded and commented: "The third young master's swordsmanship is extremely proficient. Even among the disciples of the Divine Sword Palace, no one among his peers can defeat the third young master."

Zhuan Yang put away his sword: "We're just of the same age? How does my swordsmanship compare with that of you disciples?"

Xin Zhiwen is a disciple of the Divine Sword Palace, a holy land of swordsmanship that belongs to the ancient Divine Sword Sect. The old man of Divine Sword is also one of the three great sword masters today, as famous as Xuan Longzi and Mo Lin Sword Master.

"Based solely on my swordsmanship skills, I can only rank among the top ten among my peers."

Xin Zhiwen spoke tactfully, but Zhuan Yang already understood.

He is slightly less experienced in combat than Xin Zhiwen. For the same reason, in the Divine Sword Palace, he can only fight against some of the disciples who were re-incarnated.

Seeing the young man deep in thought, Xin Zhiwen asked again: "After the third young master practices swordsmanship, do you want to visit His Highness?"

"Forget it, he's on sick leave for seven days, let's let him have a good rest."

After Peng Yu escaped from Linghuang Palace, he had been in poor spirits. He had nightmares every night and had no intention of studying during the day. In desperation, Wang Jian went on strike for seven days.

Although Zhuan Yang can take classes on his own, he obviously doesn't love learning that much. These days, he simply spends his time honing his riding and sword skills.

"I'm going to find Master Bao."

After sparring with the swordsmanship teacher for a while, Zhuan Yang went to find the riding teacher.

Riding lessons are more appropriately called "imperial lessons".

In the class, the two were taught how to control vehicles, including birds and animals, cars, ships and warships. According to the riding teacher himself, the way of "royalty" was one of the three thousand avenues in ancient times, which can govern the country and the people.

Of course, those teachers who preached the classics and governed the country were dismissive of the riding teacher's words, and they despised "the theory of imperial governance" as a heretical way of doing things.

Comparing people to driving horses and oxen is not the right way to govern a country.

When Zhuan Yang passed by, Bao Sanquan was washing a red tiger.

The tiger was manipulated by the big man, his eyes were hostile and timid, and his claws were ready to move, but he didn't dare to actually make a move.

"Master Bao." Zhuan Yang went over to greet him, and the big man grinned when he saw him: "Xiao Yang? Come on, I just caught three spiritual tigers from Tiandang Mountain a few days ago. When I finish cleaning this one, we can

Let the tiger go around."

Zhuan Yang rolled up his sleeves and went up to help.

When Dahu saw the boy, he immediately yelled and threatened him.

Bao Sanquan's expression changed and he scolded: "Stop shouting, if you shout again I will have you skinned and dismembered, and I will use your tiger bones and tiger whips to make medicinal wine!"

Linghu shivered and had no choice but to calm down.

Zhuan Yang helped Bao Sanquan, and the two of them worked together to cleanse the spirit tiger.

While working to ensure Sanquan's safety, he explained to him the art of subduing the tiger.

"It's a pity that His Highness is ill, otherwise the little white tiger could be ridden by him. In the exam in a few days, we will be able to test the tiger."

"He's not feeling well right now. I'm afraid it's hard to control these ferocious things." Zhuan Yang handed over the brush: "And he doesn't like it either."

"Yes, His Highness only likes riding horses." Bao Sanquan said, "I will go to Tiandang Mountain later to see if I can catch two Pegasus horses."

Linghu, Chenghuang, Fuyi, Xuanxiong...

In the past few years, Bao Sanquan has almost captured all the spiritual beasts in Tiandang Mountain.

After cleaning the tiger, they each rode a tiger and began to patrol Tiandang Mountain.

The spiritual tiger controlled by Zhuan Yang is a flying jade tiger, with its wings spread out, riding the wind and soaring into the clouds.

Bao Sanquan has a red tiger on his crotch, and the flames are ignited with the divine wind, and his speed is not inferior to that of the jade tiger.

The two were flying in the air, and Zhuan Yang carefully used his strength to form a spiritual lock to control the direction of the flying jade tiger.

"Yes, that's it, be careful. Use Gang Jin as a chain to suppress the spirit tiger and be obedient."

Compared to Zhuan Yang's caution, Bao Sanquan was much more relaxed and calm. He would help the boy correct his direction from time to time.

After a while, the two of them saw auspicious clouds rising in the sky ahead of them.

Bao Sanquan: "When I was catching spiritual tigers a few days ago, I discovered that there was a unicorn here that was just about to give birth. If you and His Highness like it later, I will capture the mother and her son for you to play with."

"Let's forget it. His Highness has never been interested in keeping pets. Didn't he let go of the little bamboo bear he kept for a few days a few years ago?"

Facing the wind, Zhuanyang felt refreshed and the frustration of the past few days was gone.

After running around Tiandang Mountain a few times, Bao Sanquan suddenly asked: "Have you had a conflict with His Highness?"

Zhuan Yang's expression froze and he shook his head quickly: "No...it's okay, that guy is just being pretentious."

He still doesn't understand what Peng Yu saw from Emperor Ling's memory.

But these days, Peng Yu would rather go on strike and rest than meet Zhuan Yang. Even if Zhuan Yang went to say hello, he would soon be sent away by Peng Yu.

"He didn't want to see me, but I just happened to be practicing the art of sword control and enjoying my leisure time."

"What grudge does the kid have? It must be that you accidentally ate a few snacks from him, or accidentally dirty his books." Bao Sanquan said nonchalantly: "Okay, come back and look at him for me. By the way, ask him

, does he want this unicorn?"

Zhuan Yang's heart moved and he thanked Bao Sanquan.

When the two returned to Simu Palace, Bao Sanquan pulled out an oil paper package from somewhere and threw it to Zhuan Yang.

"His Highness has been having nightmares these past few nights. There is a little bit of Rhinoceros in here, which may be useful to him."

After thanking him again, Zhuan Yang went to the prince's residence.

As soon as he entered, he was forced back by the choking incense inside.

"What is this guy doing? Are you making alchemy?"

After looking around, he saw that no one else was on duty, so he entered the room again.

"Is this Yuan Ming silver powder?" When he walked to the copper furnace and saw the shining silver powder inside, the young man's face was filled with disgust.

Yuanming Silver Powder is a spiritual incense used by Immortal Qi practitioners to calm the mind and strengthen the soul. However, it has a very strong taste and has never been liked by aristocratic families.

I looked inside the room but saw no one. Then I looked at the study on the other side. On the leopard couch next to the study, the young man was holding a scroll of bamboo slips and had fallen asleep with his eyes squinted.

The sun shone obliquely on him, and with his bright golden robes, he looked like a little golden leopard lying on his side.

He walked over lightly, and when he walked through the round door of the cubicle, the boy on the couch immediately woke up.

"How did you come?"

Feeling the Haotian Gang Qi, Peng Yu rubbed his temples. He felt that his bones began to hurt again.

"Didn't you go to practice sword riding and ride horses?"

"I just came back. Master Bao heard that you were not in good spirits, so he asked me to bring you some lingxi grass. Also, he said that there is a unicorn in the mountain that is about to give birth. Do you want to raise the unicorn for fun?"

"How can you be interested in that? Qilin? Let's reunite mother and son. It's not good, it's not good if it harms the auspiciousness."

As for the oil paper package in Peng Yu's hand.

Peng Yu made a move with his hand, and the package flew into his hand and untied automatically, revealing a few crisp fairy grass inside.

Smelling the fragrance, Peng Yu felt refreshed and his fatigue faded a little.

"It's hard for Master Bao to still think about me. Just stay and let Master Sun try to make the fragrance tomorrow and see how effective it is compared to the 'silver powder'."

Speaking of Yuanming Silver Powder, Zhuan Yang's face was full of bad luck: "Why are you using silver powder? Our children can't use this thing."

Silver powder tastes strong. If the family uses it in large quantities, there is only one situation:

The old man in the family has a short life expectancy, so he uses silver powder to solidify his soul and prolong his life.

Zhuan Yang clearly remembers that before his grandfather died, three yen of silver powder was burned at home. The smell kept him awake for three days and he vomited in the garden all day long.

In the end, I had no choice but to run behind the mansion to hide. I was almost bitten by a snake and lost my way. If not for a masked man who rescued me...

"I've been mentally unstable these past few days. The effect of the silver powder is quite good. It's better than the orchid grass from the past few days." Peng Yu closed the bamboo slip, threw it on the table aside, and called Zhuan Yang over.

Zhuan Yang pulled a chair from the side and sat opposite the leopard couch. He looked at Peng Yu's complexion today and said, "Is it a little better with silver powder?"

"A little better. At least I can sleep."

In the past few days, whenever Peng Yu closed his eyes, he would dream about the dispute between Emperor Ling and King Gaoyang. Especially when Zhuan Yang approached, he immediately recalled King Gaoyang's cruel methods of abolishing his power and felt sick to the point of vomiting.

There is no way, his ability to empathize is too strong.

Every time I act, my emotions enter the character and I can't relax for several days.
Chapter completed!