In the golden autumn season, at dusk, the majestic Chu Palace looks even more profound and mysterious under the afterglow of the setting sun...
In the harem, Jianning Palace where the Empress of Chu resides, Ning Shuiyao and Chu Emperor Chu Buqun toasted and drank. The country of Chu spans nearly a million kilometers and has a population of trillions. They are the two people with the highest status in control of the entire country.
Ning Shuiyao was dressed in palace attire and looked like a woman. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Chu Buqun and said, "Senior brother, since you have so many doubts about that child, why do you want to take him into your sect?"
Chu Buqun shook his head and said: "This child shouldn't have too many problems, but things in the three counties of Nanchu back then may not be that simple. Many of his people may be in Wuwai Jiangshan. I'm afraid he doesn't know this.
If he knew it, would he still be willing to be in the orthodoxy of my immortal way?"
Ning Shuiyao frowned, sighed softly, and said: "But this kid is really popular. Tong'er is pestering me every day! I heard that several of Xiahou's senior brothers are staying at his house these days.
Give him guidance on his cultivation.
Hey, I hope he can pass the test you have arranged for him."
Chu Buqun said seriously: "Xiaoyao, if this guy is really a talent, we should reuse him. This is my great blessing. If he cannot be reused, hey..."
"I understand, senior brother! Since you have made up your mind, just let it go and make arrangements. I won't ask about this anymore, okay?"
Chu Buqun laughed, looked at Ning Shuiyao with great gratitude, and said: "Xiaoyao, it's best if you think so. All my efforts are for the future of my Da Chu. Over the years, I have been trembling with fear all the way.
, walking on thin ice, you have suffered a lot of grievances from me."
Ning Shuiyao glanced sideways at Chu Buqun, a blush appeared on his face, revealing the charm and shyness of a young girl.
But at this moment, an old man entered the door. The gorgeous door curtain opened, and a ray of sunlight filtered in, hiding this old man in the darkness.
She knelt down politely and said: "Queen Ning, he is here..."
Ning Shuiyao was stunned for a moment. He nodded and said, "I know. To be honest, I only met him once and I have forgotten what he looks like."
She stood up slowly. She looked at Chu Buqun and said, "Senior brother, shall we meet together?"
Chu Buqun carefully supported Ning Shuiyao. His expression was full of consideration and tenderness.
The two of them came out of the door, passed through a long corridor, and entered an elegant and quiet living room.
After bypassing a carved and hollow dragon screen, I saw a purple-robed monk sitting on the guest seat.
From the perspective of the royal family, the material of this purple robe is too ordinary, but this monk wears such a purple robe, but it is spotless, and he has a noble demeanor.
His cultivation level is no more than transforming into a god, but his expression is peaceful, giving people a particularly quiet feeling.
There is a cup of fairy tea on his right side. It has obviously been moved, but there is no trace of movement.
His hands were placed flat on his legs, his fingers were white and slender, and the nails on each finger were neatly trimmed, showing no trace of messiness.
Chu Buqun helped Ning Shuiyao and the others in. He raised his head without any change in his expression, bowed his head respectfully, and then called out in strict accordance with the rules of the Chu royal family: "Master, Master!"
Then he stood quietly next to the chair, calmly and calmly, neither humble nor overbearing.
"Sit down, sit down! Yu'er, sit down, sit down..."
Ning Shuiyao waved his hands gently, his demeanor was graceful and generous.
After Chu Buqun helped Ning Shuiyao sit down, Zhu Yu slowly took his seat, but followed the etiquette and sat in the disciple's position.
Ning Shuiyao looked at Zhu Yu, nodded secretly, and said: "Yu'er, I've only seen you once for four years since you started. I heard that you have been practicing meditation in the past four years, which is quite impressive."
Zhu Yu said calmly: "Master, thank you for your praise. I have always followed Master's teachings and never dared to slack off in my cultivation."
"Okay!" A smile appeared on Ning Shuiyao's face, and he said: "Yu'er, you are very good. This time your master asks you to participate in the outer palace competition, do you have a chance of winning?"
Zhu Yu said calmly: "Master Wife, there are many powerful people in the outer palace. I have only been in the family for a short time and my qualifications are dull, so I don't have much confidence."
Chu Buqun frowned and said: "Zhu Yu, as a direct disciple of the royal family, how can you not be confident? In the past few months, I have asked your senior brother to personally teach you the royal family's magical swordsmanship. How have you gained?"
Zhu Yu's expression was still very indifferent, and he said respectfully: "Master, the royal family's magical swordsmanship is extremely profound. I practice it diligently every day and do not dare to slack off at all."
"That's good! In the outer palace competition, if you have direct disciples participating, you must not lose the reputation of the royal family. As a royal disciple, you can't even defeat the outer palace disciples. How do you make the many elders of the royal family think of you?
"Chu Buqun's tone was still stern.
Then, his expression gradually softened and he said: "Your master's wife cares about you, and I want to see you today as an exception. You must not let your master's wife down."
Zhu Yu nodded seriously. There was no sign of excitement or nervousness on his face. He still said calmly: "I will work hard to live up to Master's wife's expectations."
Next, Ning Shuiyao spoke a lot of gentle words of encouragement, and personally handed Zhu Yu a set of inheritance secrets. The secret book was called "Ning's Eight Swords". This was a set of magical sword techniques that Ning Shuiyao was very proud of.
Zhu Yu frowned slightly and said: "Master Wife, my cultivation level is still shallow, this secret book..."
Ning Shuiyao waved his hand and said: "Stop talking, I gave you this secret book. I am different from your master. If you have the heart to seek the Tao, I will teach you the magical swordsmanship. I hope you will work harder in the future!"
"Uh..." Zhu Yu was stunned on the spot.
Chu Buqun frowned and said, "Why don't you thank your wife yet?"
Zhu Yu hurriedly bowed to express his thanks and put the secret book back into his storage bag.
The boss of Cining Palace came to see off the guests. Zhu Yu stood up, bowed to his master and his wife, and slowly left.
His steps were smooth and methodical, and his demeanor was extremely calm from beginning to end, without any hint of inner impatience or restlessness.
When Zhu Yu's figure disappeared, Chu Buqun turned to look at Ning Shuiyao and said, "Xiaoyao, what do you think?"
Ning Shuiyao nodded and said: "He is a good seedling, and his character is particularly rare. Just do what you want..."
Zhuyu came out of Jianning Palace and got on the royal talisman boat. An old man escorted him back to his residence.
My age is unknown, I am skinny and skinny, my eye sockets are sunken deeply, I look a bit scary.
Her eyes always stayed on Zhu Yu's body, which was a little shadowy.
"Fellow Taoist Zhuyu, several Taoist friends from the outer palace asked me to give you a message, telling you to withdraw from the competition. That would be good for you and the Chu royal family. Humiliating yourself will not make you a member of the Chu royal family.
There is a place in it." Lao Mo Mo's cold voice sounded, not loud, but clear to the ears.
Zhuyu didn't look back or speak, he just sat like that.
The youngest waited for a long time, but there was still no reply from Lai Zhuyu, and she couldn't help but feel anger on her face.
She paused and then said: "Don't think that you are really an extraordinary genius. I know all about your daily practice during this period. You can't even understand the most basic swordsmanship passed down by the royal family, "Wubenjue". Just because you are like this, you still want to get first place in the outer palace competition?"
Zhuyu still didn't speak, he didn't even move.
The youngest became angry, and the spiritual power in his body circulated, crushing the red fish with strong pressure.
Zhu Yu's robes were flying, and his long hair was flying. His body shook, and he said in confusion: "Are you here? So fast?"
The youngest's face was even more ugly, and he said with a ferocious expression:
"Little Zhuyu, don't blame the old lady for not reminding you. Even the princess has been disappointed in you. Do you want to go to the outer palace to humiliate yourself?"
Zhu Yu stared at her strangely and said, "My dear, are you talking to me?"
As soon as the youngest's face changes, he will burst into the strongest anger.
At this moment, Chu Tong'er's voice sounded: "Seventh Senior Brother, come back quickly. If you can't understand the essence of "Wubenjue" today, I will kick you to Second Senior Brother later. Let you practice with a bunch of Wanshou-level little bastards.
It really pisses me off, I thought Xiao Linzi was stupid enough, but I didn’t expect you to be even stupider than him."
Zhu Yu smiled very apologetically at the old nanny, and his expression turned out to be very sincere.
The old grandma was so full of anger that she couldn't let it out.
In the Chu Palace, anyone who cannot be tolerated by the Emperor of Chu will have miserable consequences.
Zhu Yu is a kid who doesn't know how to advance or retreat. What will happen to him?
The old woman looked at Zhu Yu as if she were looking at a dead person, but Zhu Yu didn't notice it at all and just said to himself:
"Little Fangzi can gain a foothold in the Chu Palace. The relationship between me and him is so deep, there is no reason for the boat to overturn..."
He seemed to be talking to himself, with a confused look on his face, but when the old woman heard this, her expression suddenly changed.
Zhu Yu's figure flashed and he had already returned to his residence.
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"Wubenjue" is the most basic magical sword art inherited from the Chu Imperial Palace. The magical power of this sword art is just four words "Junzi Wuben". This set of magical sword art has a total of eighteen moves, all of which are taken from The artistic conception of a gentleman.
The ancient inherited mental method, the ancient magical sword art, all the disciples of the royal family must practice this magical sword art.
Chu Buqun taught his disciples to pay special attention to gradual progress and the foundation of the disciples.
Therefore, all the direct disciples are very proficient in a set of "Wubenjue". What Zhuyu is practicing now is "Wubenjue".
His cultivation is very strange, he masters mental techniques very quickly, but his sword moves are extremely clumsy.
Unconsciously, more than a month has passed, and Zhu Yu's magical sword moves are progressing more and more slowly, leaving all the senior brothers at a loss what to do.
Even Lu Qianyi squats in Zhuyu's residence every day to watch Zhuyu practice swordsmanship. Gu Tong'er even acts as a vanguard, so Zhuyu's residence has been very lively recently. As long as all the brothers don't deal with things, they will basically Stay here with him. (To be continued...)