Chen Mu opened his eyes, changed his clothes, and went out.
There was another heavy snowfall overnight, and the entire Xuanguo Mansion was completely white. When you left the courtyard, you could see many servants sweeping the snow everywhere with brooms.
A gust of cold wind blew over, almost soaking through the cotton-padded jacket, bringing a chill.
"This martial art still needs to be practiced."
Chen Mu rubbed his hands and spit out a mouthful of white mist.
The magician has the ability to leave his body and ascend to heaven and earth, but his body is still a mortal body. Although he can use the power of his mind and soul to withstand some severe cold, it is not a long-term solution.
A warrior only needs to be at the ninth level, and his resistance to cold and heat is far better than that of ordinary people. Even in such a cold winter, he can go out wearing only a long sleeve, with strong blood and no chill at all.
That's what Xiaomei is.
Although it is only the ninth grade, the whole person is almost comparable to a small stove.
Chen Mu is not a pretentious person. If there is a maid who can warm the bed, he will not abandon it. However, no matter how warm the maid is, it will not be as good as his own physical improvement.
What's more, for him, any martial arts technique is not difficult. At the level of a magician, practicing the first few levels of martial arts is as easy as eating and drinking.
Even when eating, drinking, or even doing other things, you can practice simultaneously. You only need to separate a part of your heart and soul to control the spiritual energy and temper your body according to the method.
certainly.
If you are not a magician, then martial arts is an extremely difficult road. Not only do you need to be qualified, you must also be mentally tough and tenacious, and you must persevere to achieve results.
Among the countless ways to get ahead, martial arts is actually the hardest and most difficult one!
Just some prerequisites such as 'Medicinal Bath' are enough to stop many people, and it is even more difficult to enter the first level. There are tens of millions of martial arts practitioners in the world, and only one out of ten can truly persevere and practice to the first level.
In the past, Chen Mu did not practice martial arts and could not endure hardships.
In my memory, I practiced once when I was fourteen years old, but I only practiced for seven days and there was no big change, so I couldn’t hold on and gave up.
As a maid, Xiaomei practiced martial arts secretly and was able to reach the eighth rank. She was actually quite outstanding. If she were one of the serious ladies of the palace, she might have reached the eighth rank by now.
"Let's go to Tianji Tower first."
Chen Mu pondered slightly.
Let’s focus on Geng He’s obsession first and let Tianji Tower go find out the news.
Chen Mu quickly went out, got on a carriage waiting outside Xuanguo Mansion, and went all the way to a street in the north of Kyoto.
This street seemed very deserted. Even though it was only morning, the places like Wanzhen Building and Xinghua Building were probably already full of pedestrians, but only one or two people could be seen here occasionally.
Chen Mu got off the car outside the street.
We walked into the street and went deeper, and finally came to a three-story pavilion.
Although this pavilion is clean and spotless, it looks very old and the color tends to be gray, which gives people a vague feeling of discomfort at first glance.
Tianji Tower!
This is the plaque hanging on the pavilion.
The handwriting was crooked and scrawled, looking like the graffiti of a three-year-old child, but Chen Mu just glanced at it and narrowed his eyes slightly.
There is meaning in this handwriting!
A martial artist must reach the master level to understand the artistic conception, while a magician must reach the fourth-grade day travel level to engrave his will on an external object and maintain it for a long time without fading.
And this plaque looks like it has been around for more than two or three hundred years. Even after such a long time, people can still feel a trace of the author's intention!
"Martial Saint?"
"Or a second-grade magician?"
Chen Mu murmured in his heart.
But without thinking too much, he stepped into the Tianji Tower.
If it were anyone else, this plaque might be enough to shock them and make them feel in awe, but what Chen Mu saw in the Netherworld was much more than what these few handwritings could show.
The black blood on the grave had dried up for who knows how long, but it was still so terrifying that even with systematic protection, it was difficult for him to get close, let alone feel it.
A mere plaque cannot deter him.
Enter the Tianji Tower.
The internal structure is very simple.
In an empty, open room.
There is only one table, one chair, one teapot, and one teacup.
Further inside is a huge screen, with a dark tone, a Feng Shui painting, blocking everything behind it, so nothing can be seen.
Chen Mu didn't care and walked straight to the table with a calm expression and sat down on the chair.
That is when sitting down.
A vague voice, indistinguishable from male, female, old or young, came faintly from an unknown direction.
"The 346,241th guest of Tianji Tower."
"welcome."
"There is tea in the pot."
Chen Mu gently lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea, but only glanced at it.
Then he said calmly: "I need to know where and how his wife and daughter are now after Geng He committed suicide on Nanping Street in Kyoto."
The words echoed in the empty house, but there was no echo or response.
Everything just fell into silence.
About a quarter of an hour later, when the tea in the cup gradually cooled down, the unidentifiable voice from before sounded again.
"Geng He, a commoner on Nanping Street, died in the forty-ninth year of Yongli."
"His wife and daughter were sold to Laifeng Tower, which was destroyed for some reason in the fifty-second year of Yongli."
"To investigate the current situation of his wife and daughter, thirty gold is required."
The eternal calendar ends in the fifty-second year.
Today is the sixteenth year of Longzheng, nineteen years have passed since the forty-ninth year of Yongli, which is longer than he expected.
"good."
Chen Mu responded gently and placed two gold ingots, one large and one small, on the table.
Thirty gold is a lot of money, but the information about the person you want to inquire about was only nineteen years ago, and there were changes in the process. The price is not expensive, and Chen Mu just has enough left.
Just after Chen Mu put down the gold ingot.
Whoosh!
A faint light suddenly appeared, fell on the table in front of Chen Mu, and was nailed to the table.
If you look carefully, you will see that it is a black sign.
There are words engraved on it:
【G·Twenty-seven】
"Guest, please take this card away and use it to obtain information in ten days."
That hazy voice sounded again.
Chen Mu reached out and gently took off the black code plate on the table, then turned around, walked out of the Tianji Building, and disappeared outside the Tianji Building.
Not long after Chen Mu left.
A man in gray clothes and a black mask appeared, quietly came to the table and took away the gold ingot without making any sound during the whole process.
Then, another man in gray clothes appeared, wearing a white mask, and gently moved the things on the table.
The teacup and teapot were taken away, replaced with a new teapot and teacup, and then disappeared.
Quietly.
Everything is restored to its original state.
In the empty room, there was still only a table, a chair, a pot, a cup, and a screen.